Black Or White
Pairing: Sartie
Rating: PG
Summary: Sartie eating Oreos. This is silly and probably bad, I apologize to all of my fellow Sartie shippers.
”You hungry? I’ve got a couple of Oreos in the kitchen if you want,” Sam asked.
“Oreos are my dope, yo!” Artie answered.
Sam grabbed them and came back to the living room with the recognizable blue package. He sat on the couch, close to his boyfriend’s chair, took a cookie and handed him another. He ate it in a single mouthful and put another in his mouth as soon as possible.
“Hold on, what are you doing?” Artie asked with his best you’d-better-have-a-good-explanation-for-that face.
“Eating Oreos?” Sam answered, unsure, spitting pieces of cookies everywhere. He didn’t really like it when Artie talked to him like that. It wasn’t that he was in trouble, but usually it meant that he had said or done something wrong and that it was a matter of honor for Artie to correct him.
“I know! You’re just eating them!” Artie said in a scandalized tone.
“Um, what else should I do with them?” Sam asked.
“Oreos are sacred, man, you don’t just eat the black cookie and the white cream at the same time, that’s a sin!”
As if to show his boyfriend how to do it properly, he opened the cookie, licked the cream out of it and then ate the biscuit.
“I’ve never really thought about it. They’re cookies, there shouldn’t be a way to eat them other than putting them in your mouth,” Sam said matter-of-factly.
“Well I won’t be putting anything in my mouth for a while if you keep saying things like that!”
“What?” That was confusing. Artie couldn’t starve because he didn’t know how to eat Oreos properly.
“Some things are sacred to me. If you don’t respect that, no blowjobs, you know the rules.” That really was a silly rule. Of course Sam knew it. Didn’t mean he agreed to it.
“Like you could!” Artie wasn’t going to argue to that. He loved giving head, so what?
“Anyway. I can’t believe it’s the first time I see you eating Oreos. And I can’t believe you don’t do it right,” Artie sighed.
Sam took another Oreo, opened it, licked the cream, and ate the cookie. It was a pretty nice way to eat it actually, you could enjoy it more.
“You got it!” Artie exclaimed before giving Sam a kiss on the cheek. Sam seemed lost in thought.
After a few minutes of silence, he told Artie: “You’re pretty much the opposite of an Oreo, actually,” he said, still thinking.
“You’re a sweet white boy on the outside and a strong black man on the inside.”
“That may be the best and the weirdest description of myself I’ve ever heard. You know me so well, babe,” Artie said with a fond smile.
“You love my weirdness!” Sam said defensively.
“Sure thing I do,” Artie said. “Now come show me what other weird things your mouth can do. You know I love them.”