Little Prince [✓]

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Max's POV

"I-Impossible..." My jaw was on the floor as my eyes looked at the horrific scene. 

My stomach screamed along with me as the last cake in the house lay mutilated on the floor. Icing was everywhere, the filling drenching the floor and my hairs as I mourned. How would I survive? It had been hours since sugar had soaked in my mouth and now my last resort was gone.

How could I have been so careless? So clumsy?

"Max what's wrong?" Nathan burst into the kitchen, panic written across his face. 

"My cake~" I wailed as he held my cake-coated hands. "My cake is gone!"

His strong arms tightly held me as I wept, my cravings conquering my control. All I wanted was a slice of cake- okay, so what if I wanted to eat an entire cake? There's nothing wrong with eating an entire cake on your own! Nathan helped me clean up the cake's corpse and give it a proper farewell, dabbing my tears away with a napkin as I washed the frosting off my hands. He sat me on the counter as he laid out several ingredients and pans. My eyes widened, I knew Nathan could cook but I never considered he could bake as well.

"Let's just make another then," Nathan smiled. "We can make your favorite!"

"Can I help?" I hopped off the counter and stood beside him as I waited for instruction, "Please?"

"I uh- maybe you should go make a fort instead? We could watch a movie-"

"Why do you not want my help?" I glared up at him through tears, "Do I burden you?"

"Of course not! You only burden the fire alarms." He chuckled as he squeezed my hands, "When you touch an oven something always goes wrong."

Fair point

"That is only when I touch one by myself! You are right here to watch my every move...please, can I help?"

Nathan's POV

Dammit! How am I supposed to say no to him when he gives me that look?

I had two options: upset my lover or destroy the kitchen. Max doing anything that involved heat and food always ended in fires or destroyed utensils. I still couldn't understand how someone so small could cause so much destruction just by touching an oven.  If I told him no he'd convince me with a kiss like he always did.

"Fine, but only if you stay right by my side." I sighed as he smiled, my heart fluttering in my chest as he happily grabbed a spoon.

I helped him put on an apron, tying it tightly as it cinched around his curvy body. The way the thin fabric clung to his body made me envious, I wanted to be as close to him as I could. I forced myself to focus as Max began measuring out ingredients. So far everything was going well, no fires or screaming.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"For what? You haven't done anything-"

"I'm stressing you out." He gently poured the ingredients into the bowl, "Do not say I'm not, I can feel your pheromones and your body is tense."

I stepped behind him as he slowly began mixing, wrapping my arms around his waist. Guilt weighed heavily on my mind as he somberly poured flour into the pan. I shouldn't have been so careless with my words, and now he felt like his presence was bothering me. I picked up some flour as he put the cake in the oven, rubbing it between my fingers before wiping it across his lips. He jumped, his eyes darting up to mine as he turned around.

"What was that for?" A smile slowly slid across his face as I tilted his chin up, "I thought you wanted to keep the kitchen clean-"

"I changed my mind!" I threw flour down his shirt and ran, laughing as he chased after me with his fists raised. 

Max had a mischievous grin on his face as he picked up the bag of flour.

"What are you planning?" I already knew the answer, but his voice made my face flush.

"Revenge." He shrugged, then tossed a handful of flour in my direction. I tried to dodge it, but I wasn't fast enough.

We continued throwing handfuls of flour and powered sugar at each other as our laughter filled the white room. The kitchen was covered in flour and we were both coated from head to toe. His blonde hair now a dusty shade of white and his normally pink cheeks now flushed red. Max looked so happy as if all his troubles outside this kitchen didn't exist. After what felt like hours of our flour war, we both collapsed on the kitchen floor, breathing heavily as clouds of floured floated like smoke from a furnace. The flour on our clothes and skin had turned into a paste, but we both couldn't stop laughing. I smiled, grateful for moments like these where it was just me and him, in our little flour-coated world.

"I love you," I huffed out. His hands rested on my cheeks as he wiped the flour away, "You never burden me. I love every second we're together and long for you every second we're apart."

"I love you too," he smiled. 

DING!

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Max's POV

"You try it first." Nathan held the spoon up to my lips, "I think I might've used too much vanilla."

The moist cake melted in my mouth as the creamy raspberry frosting made me hum loudly. My ears burned as his eyes watched me greedily eat the entire cake, ashamed of my hunger yet comfortable letting him see me devour every crumb. My face flushed as he wiped my mouth and gently kissed my nose.

"How's it taste?" He smiled as I squirmed from his touch.

"It is- was, delicious." I stammered as he leaned closer, "Thank you."

"I love cooking with you, Max." Nathan covered my inflamed faces in kisses. 

"I love you," I squealed- his lips tickled my skin.

All that matter is our joy, our life our love.