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“Well…” Scott found himself leaning into Notreal’s touch. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”
“I missed seeing you.” Notreal petted Scott’s shoulder and then up the side of his neck. “It is my favorite thing to do.”
“Y-you watch me a lot? Like… maybe in the bedroom?” Scott stammered in reply, shivering.
“Yes! All the time! In fact—”
“Wait! Wait, no!” Scott blushed furiously. “Don’t answer that! We, we have a cake to make. Cake, yes. We need to make a cake!”
“Oh! All right.”
Scott hurried over to the fridge. There was no way this handsome monster had actually been watching him all of this time, and certainly not while Scott was doing those very intimate things to himself. He should have been livid to think his privacy had been violated, but the only thing he felt was a twisted sense of excitement.
His kinky side had definitely been kicked up a few notches.
“Shit.” Scott frowned at the contents of his egg carton. “I only have one egg.”
“That doesn’t sound good.” Notreal frowned. “I am certain we can use a substitution, yes?”
“Like what?” Scott grabbed butter to grease the cake pans with and then set the single egg and stick of butter on the counter. He headed to the pantry to get the vegetable oil, saying, “Because I can’t remember a damn thing fromCake Warsthat might help us.”
“I’m quite certain we can do this! Let’s see what you have.” Notreal explored the cabinets, crouching down to poke around.
“It’s okay if we can’t.” Scott nearly dropped the bowl he’d just grabbed, stunned by the spectacular view of Notreal’s ass. “I, I don’t really need a cake.”
“You do! It is your birthday!” Notreal moved to the fridge. “I have this handled. Completely.”
Scott was again touched by how determined Notreal was to help with his birthday. He smiled, and he knew the warmth he was feeling wasn’t just from the vodka. This was actually really nice.
The company, the thoughtfulness, the nice ass, the really big—Christ, he was hot for the monster.
Scott busied himself with pouring the cake mix into the bowl and then getting a measuring cup for the water and vegetable oil. His fingers were shaking when he got the water, and he was tempted to stick his head under the faucet to cool off.
“Here!” Notreal set a jar of strawberry preserves on the counter. “Strawberry and lemon go well together, yes?”
“Yeah! Strawberry and lemon would be awesome. We’re gonna use that to replace the eggs?”
“Yes!” Notreal beamed. “I believe it will work well. Perhaps some additional butter for more moisture?”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out, right? People make these box cakes with soda so this can’t be too awful.”
“Oh. Should we add soda as well?”
“Uh, no. I think this is gonna be plenty.”
Scott laughed as he poured the water into the batter and then measured out the vegetable oil so he could add that too. He cracked in the single egg while Notreal brushed by him to grab a small bowl.
Notreal scooped in a heaping spoonful of strawberry preserves and some butter. He put the bowl in the microwave, scrutinizing the buttons before pushing one to heat it up. “It should be in a liquid state to ease the mixing.”
“Right. Totally.” Scott was certain his insides were turning to a liquid state as he watched Notreal move around his kitchen to tidy up the measuring cup and egg shell. The situation was so weirdly domestic, the strangeness only surpassed by how pleasant it was.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d baked with someone, much less enjoyed another person’s company so much. It was easy with Notreal, though Scott couldn’t quite say why. It felt as if they’d known each other for years even though they’d just met mere moments ago, and Scott’s cheeks were actually tender from smiling so much.
Now that the initial terror had passed, of course.
Maybe it was corny, but Scott suddenly had an idea for his birthday wish. He wanted to keepthis, this feeling he had right now for as long as possible. He was comfortable with Notreal, more than a little attracted to him, and Scott hadn’t been this happy in a while. If he could have any wish, it would be to spend every day just like this with someone who appreciated hanging out with him.
He wanted a friend who wasn’t going to blow him off or take advantage of him instead of being forgotten and used as his other friends had done so cruelly. Scott was certain that Notreal could be that kind of friend as coming through a mirror from another world would now be his new standard for measuring the depth of a friendship.
