Domestic Drabble (Ducky/Judesie)
It was late. So late. The kind of late that made one only want to climb into bed, clothes and all. Robert and Jude returned late to Jude's home, having been on the set since four in the morning, and would have gone straight to bed-easily, but it was their hunger that prevented that. They hadn't eaten since noon.
"So what should we eat?" Robert asked, already digging through cupboards. "Goddamn. You have nothing here."
"I'm hardly ever home," Jude sighed, massaging his eyes with his fingertips. "I don't know. I'm going to take a shower."
Robert opened the fridge. "Eggs..." he looked at Jude. "You want eggs? Oh, and you have bacon. Homemade IHOP."
"That's fine," Jude said, already moving for the stairs. "Sounds good."
"How do you like your eggs?" Robert called after him, holding the egg carton in one hand, and a package of bacon in the other.
"Scrambled!" Jude hollered back, the bathroom door closing.
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It wasn't steam that followed him out of the bathroom. It was smoke that wafted in. Jude coughed, covering his mouth as he stepped out into the hallway, squinting in the haze. He made his way downstairs, the smoke getting thicker. The kitchen was a nightmare. The small skillet resting on the stove had something burned to the coating. Eggshells and eggshell bits littered the countertops. He furrowed his brows, looking around.
"Jesus Christ, Robert!" He made his way over to the vent-switch and flipped it on.
"Your stove is very powerful," Robert said.
"How many eggs did you use?" Jude noted the empty egg carton.
"Ten."
" 'Ten'?" He tossed the carton into the garbage. "There's only two of us."
Robert shrugged. "I don't know how many eggs makes what..." he scratched his head as Jude prodded him off to the side with his hand, beginning to clean up the mess. He grumbled and sighed as he did so.
"I'll clean it up," Robert offered.
"You'll take forever," Jude muttered. "Just...go into the living room or something. I'll cook."
Robert didn't budge. "It's my mess."
"It's my kitchen."
"Can't I help?"
"No." Jude frowned at him. "And why did you have the stove on its highest heat? They're eggs, Robert."
"I would have cleaned up my own mess," the other man frowned too.
Jude didn't answer him. Robert took the silence as time to get angry, and he stormed out. "Fine. Whatever."
He took a shower, and ate some cold, leftover eggs for a midnight dinner. Jude was already in bed when Robert finally made his way back upstairs, nearly teetering on the edge. Robert climbed in, but didn't lay down. He stared at Jude.
"Are you awake?" He asked, poking him with his index finger.
The other man stiffened. "Goodnight, Robert."
"Are you going to be angry with me all night over eggs?"
"You nearly set my kitchen on fire," Jude sighed angrily, moving even closer to the edge of the bed. "And you made an enormous mess."
Robert stared into space, and then crawled under the covers, snapping them as he did so. "Fine." He reached over and turned off the nightstand table lamp. "But just for the record," he said angrily. "I love you."
He smashed the side of his head onto his pillow, his back to the other man. They went to sleep.
The End