A FIC I WROTE FOR CHALLENGE #4 FOR JAREDCHRIS
I wrote this fic for the challenge #4 at the community jaredchris.
I chose "National cook ofr your pet day"
I hope you like it;)
Title: Cook for your pet
Author: pippii
Rating: PG, but there is one or two swearwords
Word Count: 941
Warnings: None
Prompt(s): Challenge #4 ”National cook for your pet day”
Summary: Chris likes the guy in no 17, Steve helps…
A/N; If you guys like it I might write more..
”You are such a wuss.”
”What?..no I’m not!” Christ scowls and look at his best friend and room mate with a look he hopes is scary.
But Steve just laughs and sits up on the couch where he has been lying reading a music magazine. ”You ARE!, it is pathetic how you have been pining after no. 17 for the three months he has been living here beside us.”
Chris doesn’t say anything just walks to the corner of the living room and picks up Preston. Petting the turtle on its head he turns it around and puts it down on the floor, so it can walk in the other direction.
Steve looks at Preston for a minute then turn to Christian again; ”Why don’t you just talk to him Chris?”, he asks standing up and moving towards Chris, looking at the brunette with a sweet smile; ”more than just that stammering H-h-hi, when you meet him on the stairs.”
Chris sighs and leans his head on Steve’s shoulder as the blonde stands behind him;” I just..what if he’s not even gay?”
”Are you crazy of cause he is gay, the way he looks at you with those big puppy dog eyes….fuck, even his dogs love you, looking at you with their big..”
”OK I get it!;” Chris turns around and stares at Steve;” I get it…I’ll do something about it…soon.”
Steve sighs and gives him a bright smile and then leans in a kisses his forehead; ”You are such a wuss.”
Chris scowls again then changes the subject when he gets to the other corner of the living room and picks up Preston.
”I need your help,” he says walking to the couch and sits down, Preston in his lap.
”Me or Preston’s?”
Chris takes a deep breath before he leans over Preston to the other side of the couch and smacks Steve over the head; ”Both of you actually,” he answers, leaning back again and pets the turtle on the head.
”National cook for your Pet Day is four days away and Audea volunteered me to cook for a pet.”
Steve bursts out laughing,” What do you cook for snakes and reptiles?”, he laughs, looking at his friend who’s is still petting Preston, ”Grilled mice on toast?”
”That’s the problem” Chris all but whines, running a hand through his dark hair messing it up even more, ”Audea is a mean which, and just volunteered me, because she knows I can cook.”
Steve sends him a thoughtful look, then asks; ” It is just a PET right, not have to be any of the creepy ones in the store?”
”Hmm..well I guess”, Chris answers, ”but I’m not sure I can cook anything for Preston either.” The turtle doesn’t seem offended, just lies in Chris` lap enjoying the attention and petting.
But now Steve seems excided and jumps up from the couch clapping his hands together.
”No, not Preston” Steve is on his way to the book shell where he keeps all the weird books that Chris really doesn’t want to know about. He loves Steve, he really do, but the guy have some weird interests sometime.
Steve whoops and return to the couch with a paperback he hands to Chris, before sitting on the couch again pulling Preston from Chris´ lap an onto his own.
Chris stares at the book then back up at Steve, ”Bone Appetit!: Gourmet Cooking for Your Dog” he says looking at Steve with a look that implies that his best friend has finally crossed into the darkness where there is no rescue for the insaneness.
”YES, it is perfect, you’re gonna cook for dogs.”
Chris turns all his attention on Steve, treating at the blonde like he is an insane killer or something; ”Ohmmm Steve..honey, you do know that Preston isn’t a dog right, he is a tur.tle…” deliberately drawing out the last word.
Steve take one look at him then run his hands through his blonde curls; ” You are so lucky that you’re gorgeous,” he sighs then, takes the book form Chris and almost shoving it in his face.
”No 17 has two dogs, you cook for them on a National Day and he will fall into your arms into your bed and on to your..well you know what, it is perfect.”
Chris shakes his head but flips through the book nonetheless.
On the morning November the 1, National Cook for your Pet Day, Chris is a nervous wreck as he takes a look at the food on the kitchen table. He has used the cook book and made kibble with zucchini and oyster sauce and fried eggs with rice and chicken.
Steve comes into the kitchen, looks at the food on the table and nods at Chris.
”He is home now, I met him and the monsters on the stairs when I got back.”
Chris nods his head and puts the food bowls on a tray, then takes a deep breath and picks it up; ”Wish me luck”; he says, and he looks much like a frightened child, that Steve doesn’t have the nerve to mock him. Instead he says ”Good luck” and opens the front door for Chris.
Steve peeks from the door as Chris moves towards no 17. The dark haired man, no 17, opens the door and smiles at Chris and when Steve sees him dimpling at Chris and invite him into his apartment, Steve smiles and closes the door.
He will force everything out Chris later. Well except from the sex details if there is any, because knowing about your best friends sex life is just…well ewwwwwww.
A/N:
”Grilled mice on toast” is an invention that my niece Sarah made years ago. It is fried cod roe on toast and we call it ”Ristet mus på toast” in Danish.
The cookbook is a real one, you can order on Amazon.com
I chose "National cook ofr your pet day"
I hope you like it;)
Title: Cook for your pet
Author: pippii
Rating: PG, but there is one or two swearwords
Word Count: 941
Warnings: None
Prompt(s): Challenge #4 ”National cook for your pet day”
Summary: Chris likes the guy in no 17, Steve helps…
A/N; If you guys like it I might write more..
”You are such a wuss.”
”What?..no I’m not!” Christ scowls and look at his best friend and room mate with a look he hopes is scary.
But Steve just laughs and sits up on the couch where he has been lying reading a music magazine. ”You ARE!, it is pathetic how you have been pining after no. 17 for the three months he has been living here beside us.”
Chris doesn’t say anything just walks to the corner of the living room and picks up Preston. Petting the turtle on its head he turns it around and puts it down on the floor, so it can walk in the other direction.
Steve looks at Preston for a minute then turn to Christian again; ”Why don’t you just talk to him Chris?”, he asks standing up and moving towards Chris, looking at the brunette with a sweet smile; ”more than just that stammering H-h-hi, when you meet him on the stairs.”
Chris sighs and leans his head on Steve’s shoulder as the blonde stands behind him;” I just..what if he’s not even gay?”
”Are you crazy of cause he is gay, the way he looks at you with those big puppy dog eyes….fuck, even his dogs love you, looking at you with their big..”
”OK I get it!;” Chris turns around and stares at Steve;” I get it…I’ll do something about it…soon.”
Steve sighs and gives him a bright smile and then leans in a kisses his forehead; ”You are such a wuss.”
Chris scowls again then changes the subject when he gets to the other corner of the living room and picks up Preston.
”I need your help,” he says walking to the couch and sits down, Preston in his lap.
”Me or Preston’s?”
Chris takes a deep breath before he leans over Preston to the other side of the couch and smacks Steve over the head; ”Both of you actually,” he answers, leaning back again and pets the turtle on the head.
”National cook for your Pet Day is four days away and Audea volunteered me to cook for a pet.”
Steve bursts out laughing,” What do you cook for snakes and reptiles?”, he laughs, looking at his friend who’s is still petting Preston, ”Grilled mice on toast?”
”That’s the problem” Chris all but whines, running a hand through his dark hair messing it up even more, ”Audea is a mean which, and just volunteered me, because she knows I can cook.”
Steve sends him a thoughtful look, then asks; ” It is just a PET right, not have to be any of the creepy ones in the store?”
”Hmm..well I guess”, Chris answers, ”but I’m not sure I can cook anything for Preston either.” The turtle doesn’t seem offended, just lies in Chris` lap enjoying the attention and petting.
But now Steve seems excided and jumps up from the couch clapping his hands together.
”No, not Preston” Steve is on his way to the book shell where he keeps all the weird books that Chris really doesn’t want to know about. He loves Steve, he really do, but the guy have some weird interests sometime.
Steve whoops and return to the couch with a paperback he hands to Chris, before sitting on the couch again pulling Preston from Chris´ lap an onto his own.
Chris stares at the book then back up at Steve, ”Bone Appetit!: Gourmet Cooking for Your Dog” he says looking at Steve with a look that implies that his best friend has finally crossed into the darkness where there is no rescue for the insaneness.
”YES, it is perfect, you’re gonna cook for dogs.”
Chris turns all his attention on Steve, treating at the blonde like he is an insane killer or something; ”Ohmmm Steve..honey, you do know that Preston isn’t a dog right, he is a tur.tle…” deliberately drawing out the last word.
Steve take one look at him then run his hands through his blonde curls; ” You are so lucky that you’re gorgeous,” he sighs then, takes the book form Chris and almost shoving it in his face.
”No 17 has two dogs, you cook for them on a National Day and he will fall into your arms into your bed and on to your..well you know what, it is perfect.”
Chris shakes his head but flips through the book nonetheless.
On the morning November the 1, National Cook for your Pet Day, Chris is a nervous wreck as he takes a look at the food on the kitchen table. He has used the cook book and made kibble with zucchini and oyster sauce and fried eggs with rice and chicken.
Steve comes into the kitchen, looks at the food on the table and nods at Chris.
”He is home now, I met him and the monsters on the stairs when I got back.”
Chris nods his head and puts the food bowls on a tray, then takes a deep breath and picks it up; ”Wish me luck”; he says, and he looks much like a frightened child, that Steve doesn’t have the nerve to mock him. Instead he says ”Good luck” and opens the front door for Chris.
Steve peeks from the door as Chris moves towards no 17. The dark haired man, no 17, opens the door and smiles at Chris and when Steve sees him dimpling at Chris and invite him into his apartment, Steve smiles and closes the door.
He will force everything out Chris later. Well except from the sex details if there is any, because knowing about your best friends sex life is just…well ewwwwwww.
A/N:
”Grilled mice on toast” is an invention that my niece Sarah made years ago. It is fried cod roe on toast and we call it ”Ristet mus på toast” in Danish.
The cookbook is a real one, you can order on Amazon.com