sam bakes a pie
now that i've suddenly got the attention of the sam winchester fans on the flist.... :D different sam. but there is pie, and it is apple, and it is freakin' worth it. and this is original fic.
who out there remembers sam and aurelian? this was going to be my contribution to the torquere press september advent (pimp alert: the christmas advent calendar is up now) but i couldn't finish it. tonight i made cookies and finished it while they were baking. i guess i needed baked goods.
...sam and aurelian are so old all their fic is in my memories and not tagged, because at the time there was no such thing.
also, this one's for cicirossi, because the boys might have two fangirls left and she's one of them.
Fall always made Sam want apple pie. Well, any time of year made him want pie, but fall especially was apple season. He was standing in the grocery store staring at the neat pyramids of fruit when he had a brainstom - he’d make his boyfriend an apple pie. He’d never baked anything more exotic than cookies, and pretty easy cookies at that, but how hard could a pie be? He knew his way around a kitchen, more or less, and he could follow directions. Besides, nothing said love like homemade baked goods.
The fact that his boyfriend was a vampire and not used to chewing his food didn’t really occur to Sam until after he’d very messily peeled and cored about two pounds of apples. Sometimes Aurelian did eat solid food, but not often, and certainly not enough to justify Sam baking a whole pie for him. Sam would probably end up eating it all himself.
Oh, the hardship.
He was mixing the filling, after having spilled a box of raisins on the floor, when Aurelian sidled up behind him and put his arms around Sam’s waist.
“What are you doing?” he asked curiously.
“Making you a pie,” Sam said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Why?”
“Because I can.” Sam fished a piece of apple out of the bowl and ate it. It was a little grainy, but he figured that was just the sugar and it would dissolve. “Fall always says ‘apple pie’ to me.”
“Not Halloween?”
“Halloween says ‘candy.’”
“Does fall not also say ‘candy’?”
“Right now it says ‘pie.’” Sam tried to elbow Aurelian out of his way so he could fill the pie shell and put the thing in the oven. “Move for a sec.” Aurelian kissed Sam’s temple before letting go and stepping to the side, and Sam had to resist the urge to grab his boyfriend’s face and kiss him back.
Pie first, kissing later.
Well, maybe more than kissing. The recipe said to bake the pie for over an hour. You could do a lot of things to your boyfriend in an hour.
Like maybe cover him with extra pie filling….
“You seen to have more filling than pie,” Aurelian commented.
“Yeah - the recipe’s for a ten-inch pie but I could only find nine-inch crusts. Teddy gave me a hard time for buying a crust.”
“Teddy who nearly set his building on fire?”
“Yeah, that Teddy.”
“Does Teddy bake?”
“I guess so. He gave me enough shit about not making my own crust. I told him I wanted to make sure the inside of the pie tasted ok before I started making the outside too.”
“You are a wise man.”
“You’re just saying that because I haven’t burned the house down.” Sam carefully put a second pre-made pie shell upside-down over the filling and crimped the edges together with the bottom crust, then cut three slits in the top like the recipe said to do. “Pretty cool, huh?” he said, stepping back so Aurelian could admire it.
“It would not be rude of me to reserve judgement until after it is baked, would it.”
“Nah. I’d wait too.” Sam put his pie in the oven and set the timer for seventy minutes.
“What are you going to do with the extra filling?” Aurelian asked him.
“I don’t know. Put it in the fridge? Maybe if I heated it up I could put it on ice cream or something.” That seemed like a better idea than putting it on his boyfriend. Sam liked to play with his food as much as the next guy, but he really liked the taste of Aurelian’s skin without anything on it. Which was kind of weird, considering.
He dumped the leftover pie filling into a little plastic container, stuck it in the fridge, and looked at Aurelian consideringly. “It takes an hour to bake,” he said.
“Does it.” A corner of Aurelian’s mouth twitched in what might be considered a grin.
“It does.”
“Aren’t you going to clean up?”
“Eh, I can do that later. Come on.” He grabbed Aurelian’s hand and pulled him out of the kitchen. “I want to do all kinds of things to you and I don’t want to scare the pie.”
“It’s not a souffle, Sam. It won’t fall.”
“Yeah, but two guys having sex on the kitchen table might freak it out.”
Aurelian made a fond, slightly exasperated face and let himself be dragged into the den and pushed down on the couch. Sam figured if they stayed downstairs they’d be more likely to hear the timer go off. He didn’t want to get too distracted and burn the pie. After all, sex was good, but sex with pie was better.
who out there remembers sam and aurelian? this was going to be my contribution to the torquere press september advent (pimp alert: the christmas advent calendar is up now) but i couldn't finish it. tonight i made cookies and finished it while they were baking. i guess i needed baked goods.
...sam and aurelian are so old all their fic is in my memories and not tagged, because at the time there was no such thing.
also, this one's for cicirossi, because the boys might have two fangirls left and she's one of them.
Fall always made Sam want apple pie. Well, any time of year made him want pie, but fall especially was apple season. He was standing in the grocery store staring at the neat pyramids of fruit when he had a brainstom - he’d make his boyfriend an apple pie. He’d never baked anything more exotic than cookies, and pretty easy cookies at that, but how hard could a pie be? He knew his way around a kitchen, more or less, and he could follow directions. Besides, nothing said love like homemade baked goods.
The fact that his boyfriend was a vampire and not used to chewing his food didn’t really occur to Sam until after he’d very messily peeled and cored about two pounds of apples. Sometimes Aurelian did eat solid food, but not often, and certainly not enough to justify Sam baking a whole pie for him. Sam would probably end up eating it all himself.
Oh, the hardship.
He was mixing the filling, after having spilled a box of raisins on the floor, when Aurelian sidled up behind him and put his arms around Sam’s waist.
“What are you doing?” he asked curiously.
“Making you a pie,” Sam said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Why?”
“Because I can.” Sam fished a piece of apple out of the bowl and ate it. It was a little grainy, but he figured that was just the sugar and it would dissolve. “Fall always says ‘apple pie’ to me.”
“Not Halloween?”
“Halloween says ‘candy.’”
“Does fall not also say ‘candy’?”
“Right now it says ‘pie.’” Sam tried to elbow Aurelian out of his way so he could fill the pie shell and put the thing in the oven. “Move for a sec.” Aurelian kissed Sam’s temple before letting go and stepping to the side, and Sam had to resist the urge to grab his boyfriend’s face and kiss him back.
Pie first, kissing later.
Well, maybe more than kissing. The recipe said to bake the pie for over an hour. You could do a lot of things to your boyfriend in an hour.
Like maybe cover him with extra pie filling….
“You seen to have more filling than pie,” Aurelian commented.
“Yeah - the recipe’s for a ten-inch pie but I could only find nine-inch crusts. Teddy gave me a hard time for buying a crust.”
“Teddy who nearly set his building on fire?”
“Yeah, that Teddy.”
“Does Teddy bake?”
“I guess so. He gave me enough shit about not making my own crust. I told him I wanted to make sure the inside of the pie tasted ok before I started making the outside too.”
“You are a wise man.”
“You’re just saying that because I haven’t burned the house down.” Sam carefully put a second pre-made pie shell upside-down over the filling and crimped the edges together with the bottom crust, then cut three slits in the top like the recipe said to do. “Pretty cool, huh?” he said, stepping back so Aurelian could admire it.
“It would not be rude of me to reserve judgement until after it is baked, would it.”
“Nah. I’d wait too.” Sam put his pie in the oven and set the timer for seventy minutes.
“What are you going to do with the extra filling?” Aurelian asked him.
“I don’t know. Put it in the fridge? Maybe if I heated it up I could put it on ice cream or something.” That seemed like a better idea than putting it on his boyfriend. Sam liked to play with his food as much as the next guy, but he really liked the taste of Aurelian’s skin without anything on it. Which was kind of weird, considering.
He dumped the leftover pie filling into a little plastic container, stuck it in the fridge, and looked at Aurelian consideringly. “It takes an hour to bake,” he said.
“Does it.” A corner of Aurelian’s mouth twitched in what might be considered a grin.
“It does.”
“Aren’t you going to clean up?”
“Eh, I can do that later. Come on.” He grabbed Aurelian’s hand and pulled him out of the kitchen. “I want to do all kinds of things to you and I don’t want to scare the pie.”
“It’s not a souffle, Sam. It won’t fall.”
“Yeah, but two guys having sex on the kitchen table might freak it out.”
Aurelian made a fond, slightly exasperated face and let himself be dragged into the den and pushed down on the couch. Sam figured if they stayed downstairs they’d be more likely to hear the timer go off. He didn’t want to get too distracted and burn the pie. After all, sex was good, but sex with pie was better.