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Jason didn't usually cook shirtless. He'd learned better after he'd given himself a quarter sized burn while frying bacon in his underwear.
But this was baking, and he'd gotten flour and water all over his shirt. It now rested in a pile of itself on the floor, ready for a small child or animal to make into a nest. Jason himself stirred away at the cake mixture in the bowl, blissfully shirtless and bare.
Sometimes, a man just wanted cake, no questions asked. And if there was no Gran around and Sookie was some kind of island Senator, he'd just have to do it himself. It wouldn't exactly be manly to go and tell Shari he'd like to eat an entire cake as well.
He was going to have to ask someone about frosting though.
"You can do this, Stackhouse," he said, trying for some of the motivational self-chatter his coaches had made him use, but was cut off by the mysterious bursting of an air bubble in the thick batter. Jason looked down to find a neat line of batter on his chest.
He dipped a finger in it and licked. "It don't taste half-bad."
But this was baking, and he'd gotten flour and water all over his shirt. It now rested in a pile of itself on the floor, ready for a small child or animal to make into a nest. Jason himself stirred away at the cake mixture in the bowl, blissfully shirtless and bare.
Sometimes, a man just wanted cake, no questions asked. And if there was no Gran around and Sookie was some kind of island Senator, he'd just have to do it himself. It wouldn't exactly be manly to go and tell Shari he'd like to eat an entire cake as well.
He was going to have to ask someone about frosting though.
"You can do this, Stackhouse," he said, trying for some of the motivational self-chatter his coaches had made him use, but was cut off by the mysterious bursting of an air bubble in the thick batter. Jason looked down to find a neat line of batter on his chest.
He dipped a finger in it and licked. "It don't taste half-bad."