Cake Batter
Title: Cake Batter
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Another of my late night MinKey drabbles. :] Ahhh it feels so good to write my OTP.
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Maybe Key really did have an odd obsession with inanimate objects.
Maybe he should to go the doctor and get medicine to help him sleep. But that would be useless; most of that medicine is on a timer for the eight hours that the average person needs, but your average idol gets about four hours of sleep a night. Five if they’re lucky. So really getting medicine to help himself sleep would be like forfeiting his dreams and he wasn’t ok with that.
But… here he was, in the kitchen, hands submerged in warm soapy water as he scrubbed the dishes, the motion rhythmic and calming as he used the hard side of the sponge to scrub and the soft side to clean and caress the porcelain and glass dishes - these were the very same baking dishes that his mother had helped him pick out the previous Christmas.
When he first came into the kitchen at 2:10am there had been no dishes; he had made sure the dishes from dinner had been cleaned pronto.
But he was itching for something to do.
So, he baked a cake.
The aroma was wafting out of the oven as he washed the whisk and the fork and the wooden spoon; he had dirtied as many utensils as possible to ensure that he would have lots to clean. And Key was the type to make a huge mess only to have the satisfaction of cleaning it up. Don’t ask him why, it was just one of those things - he enjoyed cleaning, but he enjoyed it so much that everything was always clean, and so in order to get that joy again, a mess needed to be created.
But at two in the morning his dirtying resources were all passed out and in dreamland.
There was one dish he didn’t clean, though, and that was the mixing bowl. Chocolate cake batter was still smeared around it, clear lines where the spoon had scraped as much of it out as possible. Typically Taemin would be the one to get his fingers in it and lick it clean, but tonight Key got that guilty pleasure.
He really was going to gain weight, at this rate.
He finished the dishes that were in the sink, putting them on the rack to dry, before he grabbed the dish towel off of the oven handle and dried his hands, folding the cloth meticulously before setting it on the counter. He would be using it to remove the cake in about thirty minutes, anyway.
Moving over towards the bowl, his hip leaned against the counter as he ran the tip of his index finger along the bottom, collecting the chocolate batter and bringing it up to his lips, sucking and licking it off, satisfied with the taste.
Call him a narcissist and an egoist but Key knew he was gorgeous and he knew he made a damn fine home made cake.
The air in the kitchen shifted, and Key turned around just in time to see Minho padding in, rubbing the heel of his palm in his eye as he stifled a yawn with his other hand.
Key smiled at the sight; he loved sleepy Minho. He loved how those double eyelids drooped, he liked the slight puppy warmth that emanated from his eyes that could rival Jonghyun’s, he liked the lazy way his lips spread in a smile, that special smile, reserved just for Key.
“Morning,” Key prompted, his voice cheery but quiet. He was sort of sleepy himself but actual slumber still eluded him.
“Mmmf,” Minho made some sort of noise by flapping his lips and forcing his vocal chords to work.
Key swiped up another fingertip-full of chocolate, before he nudged the bowl towards Minho, “Want some?”
Minho’s eyes blinked a few times, before the taller boy ambled over and grabbed Key’s wrist, lifting the chocolate coated finger to his lips and drawing it into his mouth, laving his tongue over it and collecting the chocolate as Key’s breath hitched and his heart stuttered into his throat, his eyes widening a bit as they locked on to Minho’s.
The taller boy pulled away after a second, nipping at the tip lightly with his teeth.
“We need to figure out how to get you to fall asleep,” the tall rapper said, but Key’s mind was on a completely different topic of conversation.
“Did you seriously just say that after what you did to my finger.” Key’s gaze leveled and his voice was low, disbelieving and slightly pushy.
The corner of Minho’s mouth quirked up in a smirk, and he grabbed Key’s hips, lifting the diva up onto the counter, Key letting out a surprised squeal as his hands rested on Minho’s shoulders, the taller boy standing between his legs as his hands trailed up the insides of Key’s thighs.
“I think,” Minho nosed Key’s neck lightly, his breath fanning over the skin hotly, “I know how to get you so tired you won’t be able to move.”
Heat crept up Key’s neck and he licked his lips, his pulse throbbing in his neck against Minho’s lips as the tall boy started to mouth his way up to Key’s ear.
“What do you say, Kibum ah?”
Key was silent for a moment, and Minho chose that opportunity to swipe his finger along the bottom of the bowl, collecting some chocolate, smearing it on Key’s plush lips and leaning forward to lick at the bottom one slowly, humming at the taste.
“This works, Minho yah.”
Key wrapped his arms around Minho and smiled as Minho pulled him closer, their lips melting together as the chocolate dissolved on their tongues.
Needless to say, Minho still didn’t hold the meaning of life.
But at least now they’ve solved the problem of getting Key to sleep at night.
And he was an awesome cake decorator.
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Another of my late night MinKey drabbles. :] Ahhh it feels so good to write my OTP.
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Maybe Key really did have an odd obsession with inanimate objects.
Maybe he should to go the doctor and get medicine to help him sleep. But that would be useless; most of that medicine is on a timer for the eight hours that the average person needs, but your average idol gets about four hours of sleep a night. Five if they’re lucky. So really getting medicine to help himself sleep would be like forfeiting his dreams and he wasn’t ok with that.
But… here he was, in the kitchen, hands submerged in warm soapy water as he scrubbed the dishes, the motion rhythmic and calming as he used the hard side of the sponge to scrub and the soft side to clean and caress the porcelain and glass dishes - these were the very same baking dishes that his mother had helped him pick out the previous Christmas.
When he first came into the kitchen at 2:10am there had been no dishes; he had made sure the dishes from dinner had been cleaned pronto.
But he was itching for something to do.
So, he baked a cake.
The aroma was wafting out of the oven as he washed the whisk and the fork and the wooden spoon; he had dirtied as many utensils as possible to ensure that he would have lots to clean. And Key was the type to make a huge mess only to have the satisfaction of cleaning it up. Don’t ask him why, it was just one of those things - he enjoyed cleaning, but he enjoyed it so much that everything was always clean, and so in order to get that joy again, a mess needed to be created.
But at two in the morning his dirtying resources were all passed out and in dreamland.
There was one dish he didn’t clean, though, and that was the mixing bowl. Chocolate cake batter was still smeared around it, clear lines where the spoon had scraped as much of it out as possible. Typically Taemin would be the one to get his fingers in it and lick it clean, but tonight Key got that guilty pleasure.
He really was going to gain weight, at this rate.
He finished the dishes that were in the sink, putting them on the rack to dry, before he grabbed the dish towel off of the oven handle and dried his hands, folding the cloth meticulously before setting it on the counter. He would be using it to remove the cake in about thirty minutes, anyway.
Moving over towards the bowl, his hip leaned against the counter as he ran the tip of his index finger along the bottom, collecting the chocolate batter and bringing it up to his lips, sucking and licking it off, satisfied with the taste.
Call him a narcissist and an egoist but Key knew he was gorgeous and he knew he made a damn fine home made cake.
The air in the kitchen shifted, and Key turned around just in time to see Minho padding in, rubbing the heel of his palm in his eye as he stifled a yawn with his other hand.
Key smiled at the sight; he loved sleepy Minho. He loved how those double eyelids drooped, he liked the slight puppy warmth that emanated from his eyes that could rival Jonghyun’s, he liked the lazy way his lips spread in a smile, that special smile, reserved just for Key.
“Morning,” Key prompted, his voice cheery but quiet. He was sort of sleepy himself but actual slumber still eluded him.
“Mmmf,” Minho made some sort of noise by flapping his lips and forcing his vocal chords to work.
Key swiped up another fingertip-full of chocolate, before he nudged the bowl towards Minho, “Want some?”
Minho’s eyes blinked a few times, before the taller boy ambled over and grabbed Key’s wrist, lifting the chocolate coated finger to his lips and drawing it into his mouth, laving his tongue over it and collecting the chocolate as Key’s breath hitched and his heart stuttered into his throat, his eyes widening a bit as they locked on to Minho’s.
The taller boy pulled away after a second, nipping at the tip lightly with his teeth.
“We need to figure out how to get you to fall asleep,” the tall rapper said, but Key’s mind was on a completely different topic of conversation.
“Did you seriously just say that after what you did to my finger.” Key’s gaze leveled and his voice was low, disbelieving and slightly pushy.
The corner of Minho’s mouth quirked up in a smirk, and he grabbed Key’s hips, lifting the diva up onto the counter, Key letting out a surprised squeal as his hands rested on Minho’s shoulders, the taller boy standing between his legs as his hands trailed up the insides of Key’s thighs.
“I think,” Minho nosed Key’s neck lightly, his breath fanning over the skin hotly, “I know how to get you so tired you won’t be able to move.”
Heat crept up Key’s neck and he licked his lips, his pulse throbbing in his neck against Minho’s lips as the tall boy started to mouth his way up to Key’s ear.
“What do you say, Kibum ah?”
Key was silent for a moment, and Minho chose that opportunity to swipe his finger along the bottom of the bowl, collecting some chocolate, smearing it on Key’s plush lips and leaning forward to lick at the bottom one slowly, humming at the taste.
“This works, Minho yah.”
Key wrapped his arms around Minho and smiled as Minho pulled him closer, their lips melting together as the chocolate dissolved on their tongues.
Needless to say, Minho still didn’t hold the meaning of life.
But at least now they’ve solved the problem of getting Key to sleep at night.
And he was an awesome cake decorator.