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Ha, fat chance of Rob being able to do that.
Satisfied with his wish selection, Scott debated if he should tell Notreal about it or not. Then again, wishes didn’t come true if they were shared, so he decided to keep it to himself. It was a very nice wish, after all, and he didn’t want to risk it.
Oh, and also getting laid.
That would be a good birthday wish too.
“Could you, uh, preheat the oven for me?” Scott asked when Notreal brought him the zapped bowl of melted preserves and butter.
“Yes, absolutely!” Notreal nodded and moved over to the oven, only to stop and stare at it. “One thing. How do we preheat the oven?”
Scott snorted. “You can work a microwave but not an oven?”
“The microwave’s buttons are much easier to read.”
“How do you even read?”
“Pardon?” Notreal tilted his head.
“Because you… you don’t have any…” Scott gestured vaguely to his own eyes, hoping Notreal would understand what he was asking. “You know.”
“Glasses?” Notreal guessed. “I don’t need any!”
“Right. Forget it. You push the button that says bake and push the up arrow until it says three fifty.” Scott chuckled as he stirred up the batter. “I guess they don’t cover that much in the show, huh?”
“I suppose they assume most anyone watching will know how to turn it on.” Notreal hummed, apparently amused by the little beeps the oven made as he pressed the buttons.
“Probably.” Scott was satisfied that the batter was mixed well enough, though the big globs of strawberries were a bit concerning. He told himself it would be fine and then grabbed the butter to grease up the cake pans. “So, uh…”
“Yes?”
Scott fumbled for what to say next, his pulse pattering away as he poured the batter into the pans. “Do you, uh, often visit people through mirrors? Or am I just lucky?”
“So very lucky.” Notreal smirked as he leaned heavily against the counter beside Scott. “I’ve never traveled through a mirror before.” He reached out to swipe up a glob of batter that had fallen onto the counter.
Scott became transfixed by Notreal’s long tongue lapping at the batter on his finger, and it took him a few moments for Notreal’s reply to register. “Wait, never? You really just came out to check on me?”
“Yes, that is correct. As I said, the mirror went black and I couldn’t see you through any of the mirrors. That was very disturbing.” Notreal licked up some more batter from between his fingers.
“I… I’m sorry you were so worried about me.” Scott was again distracted by Notreal’s tongue—just how long was that damn thing?
Notreal apparently caught Scott staring because he offered his batter-smeared fingers out to Scott. “Oh! How rude of me. Did you want some?”
Scott couldn’t explain the urge that overcame him to seize Notreal’s hand. It was hot, firm, and he leaned in to lick at the side of Notreal’s long finger to catch the last dribble of batter. He didn’t mean to make such a big show of it, but he couldn’t help how arousing it was to hear Notreal groan softly.
Notreal was equally affected judging by how the front of his apron was now tented.
“Did… you like watching me?” Scott licked around the tip of Notreal’s finger.
God, he was openly flirting with a monster—a monster who was undeniably hot, very thoughtful, and might just want to help Scott make his birthday wish come true.
“Yes,” Notreal replied breathlessly. “My life used to be so dark… but then I saw a light. I saw you. Through the mirror with the golden frame… and then all the other mirrors opened up.”
“Golden frame?” Scott’s eyes widened and he squeezed Notreal’s hand. “That’s the one in my bedroom.” He let himself be drawn closer to Notreal, his pulse racing faster and faster. “You saw me? You know… Didn’t you?”
“Of course I did! I see you almost all the time!” Notreal didn’t seem to grasp exactly what Scott was asking, shrugging as he added, “I’m sorry if that’s weird. There’s not much else to watch. You don’t even have a cat that rides a Roomba or anything.”
“Why would I have… A what now?” Scott couldn’t help but laugh, and he beamed up at Notreal. He couldn’t stare into Notreal’s eyes seeing as how he didn’t have any, so he gazed longingly at his mouth instead. “You are a pretty strange guy… But I’m glad you came through my mirror.”
