of kisses and nutella
Title: of kisses and nutella
Pairing: Kris/Tao; KrisTao
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff, romance, AU
Summary: Nutella was made in Canada. Tao was made in China. It was no wonder why Kris loved to combine these two.
Zitao walked in the kitchen, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
It was summer, and there was nothing to do. Since all of their friends seem to have something planned with their partners, unlike Kris and himself, they all set out as soon as summer break started. One week into it, and Zitao still found himself at home with Kris.
Not that he minded.
Zitao liked their early mornings, lazy afternoons, and late evenings--although sometimes he was itching for some kind of action (any action; even arm wrestling flitted through his thoughts at one point). But he never complained.
"Morning," Kris greeted, a smile sent over his shoulder towards Zitao. "Did I keep you awake last night?"
Zitao knew that Kris wasn't implying anything, you know, sexual, but he couldn't help but blush. It was a good thing that Kris had already turned away, totally missing Zitao's pink cheeks. "Of course not. You just wake up early."
"Right," Kris laughed. It sent a trail of goosebumps on Zitao's arms and he had a hard time knowing whether it was cold or hot. Or neither. The taller guy turned, holding a jar of--
"What's that?" Zitao asked, wrapping his fingers around his elbows. It was hot last night (nope, no innuendo intended), which was why both guys opted to wear wife beaters and boxers to sleep.
"Hm? This?" Kris looked down at the nutella jar in his hand. He glanced back at Zitao and saw him nod. Kris raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You've never heard of this before?"
Zitao shook his head, moving towards the refrigerator to grab a water bottle. "What is it? Chocolate?"
"Nutella," Kris corrected. He said it as if Zitao would understand what it was. But he didn't.
"Nu . . . tella?" Zitao asked after drinking some water. He extended his hand towards Kris, asking for the jar. Kris placed it in his hand. He watched as Zitao curiously looked at the content of the jar, smelled it, and blinked. "It smells good."
"It is good," Kris remarked. "Made in Canada." He grabbed the open bag of pretzels on the counter and told Zitao to dip a pretzel into the chocolatey-hazelnutty goodness. Zitao did so, and ended up with nutella covered fingers. Kris was smiling as he watched his boyfriend accidentally brush some nutella on the corner of his lips.
"I feel like there's something on my face," Zitao mumbled. He was about to grab another pretzel from the bag but Kris moved it out of his reach, grinning playfully. Zitao's heart jumped a little. "I haven't eaten yet," whined Zitao.
"Give me a kiss and I'll give you the bag," Kris said, eyes locking with Zitao's before shifting down to the nutella smudged on the corner of his lips.
"Fine. Come here," Zitao ordered, an annoyed but adorable look on his face. "Unless you want me to put chocolate in your hair."
"Nutella," Kris corrected again, laughing. He bent down, pressing his lips on the corner of Zitao's lips, his tongue darting out to lick the nutella off. Zitao jumped, pushing at his boyfriend's chest with the nutella-covered fingers.
"Kris," Zitao paused and glanced at Kris's wife beater, "look at what you made me do!"
"Ah," Kris muttered, glancing at his the skin below his clavicles, "I have some over there too."
"You're- just," Zitao was blushing, covering his lips with the back of the occupied hand, "Just give me the pretzels."
"You know," Kris said, not obliging to his boyfriend's wish, "you taste really good with nutella."
"S-shut up, Kris."
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A/N: Well, there wasn't really a kiss-kiss (you know what I mean? haha), but it's okay... right? I hoped you guys enjoyed it!
Pairing: Kris/Tao; KrisTao
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff, romance, AU
Summary: Nutella was made in Canada. Tao was made in China. It was no wonder why Kris loved to combine these two.
Zitao walked in the kitchen, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
It was summer, and there was nothing to do. Since all of their friends seem to have something planned with their partners, unlike Kris and himself, they all set out as soon as summer break started. One week into it, and Zitao still found himself at home with Kris.
Not that he minded.
Zitao liked their early mornings, lazy afternoons, and late evenings--although sometimes he was itching for some kind of action (any action; even arm wrestling flitted through his thoughts at one point). But he never complained.
"Morning," Kris greeted, a smile sent over his shoulder towards Zitao. "Did I keep you awake last night?"
Zitao knew that Kris wasn't implying anything, you know, sexual, but he couldn't help but blush. It was a good thing that Kris had already turned away, totally missing Zitao's pink cheeks. "Of course not. You just wake up early."
"Right," Kris laughed. It sent a trail of goosebumps on Zitao's arms and he had a hard time knowing whether it was cold or hot. Or neither. The taller guy turned, holding a jar of--
"What's that?" Zitao asked, wrapping his fingers around his elbows. It was hot last night (nope, no innuendo intended), which was why both guys opted to wear wife beaters and boxers to sleep.
"Hm? This?" Kris looked down at the nutella jar in his hand. He glanced back at Zitao and saw him nod. Kris raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You've never heard of this before?"
Zitao shook his head, moving towards the refrigerator to grab a water bottle. "What is it? Chocolate?"
"Nutella," Kris corrected. He said it as if Zitao would understand what it was. But he didn't.
"Nu . . . tella?" Zitao asked after drinking some water. He extended his hand towards Kris, asking for the jar. Kris placed it in his hand. He watched as Zitao curiously looked at the content of the jar, smelled it, and blinked. "It smells good."
"It is good," Kris remarked. "Made in Canada." He grabbed the open bag of pretzels on the counter and told Zitao to dip a pretzel into the chocolatey-hazelnutty goodness. Zitao did so, and ended up with nutella covered fingers. Kris was smiling as he watched his boyfriend accidentally brush some nutella on the corner of his lips.
"I feel like there's something on my face," Zitao mumbled. He was about to grab another pretzel from the bag but Kris moved it out of his reach, grinning playfully. Zitao's heart jumped a little. "I haven't eaten yet," whined Zitao.
"Give me a kiss and I'll give you the bag," Kris said, eyes locking with Zitao's before shifting down to the nutella smudged on the corner of his lips.
"Fine. Come here," Zitao ordered, an annoyed but adorable look on his face. "Unless you want me to put chocolate in your hair."
"Nutella," Kris corrected again, laughing. He bent down, pressing his lips on the corner of Zitao's lips, his tongue darting out to lick the nutella off. Zitao jumped, pushing at his boyfriend's chest with the nutella-covered fingers.
"Kris," Zitao paused and glanced at Kris's wife beater, "look at what you made me do!"
"Ah," Kris muttered, glancing at his the skin below his clavicles, "I have some over there too."
"You're- just," Zitao was blushing, covering his lips with the back of the occupied hand, "Just give me the pretzels."
"You know," Kris said, not obliging to his boyfriend's wish, "you taste really good with nutella."
"S-shut up, Kris."
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A/N: Well, there wasn't really a kiss-kiss (you know what I mean? haha), but it's okay... right? I hoped you guys enjoyed it!