Breakfast in Bed
AN: an: I'm planning on applying to a flambert zine so expect some flambert/Dispatch fics in the future! Unfortunately this one probably won't make my personal cut of what to submit bc it's a bit short so :/
The morning rays of sunshine filtered through the blinds and hit Robert square in the face.
He woke up with a light groan, shifting to move away from the light that blinded him even through his eyelids.
He didn't get far, though, as a heavy weight around his waist kept him exactly where he was.
Looking down, he was greeted by a mess of dark hair that fanned out around the shared pillow.
"Right," he thought, "I stayed at Zahir's house last night."
Robert smiled as he brushed the hair away from Zahir's face, gently combing his fingers through the dark strands as he looked at his lover.
Zahir was still asleep, and completely dead to the world. Robert took the time to admire the man as he laid there completely relaxed. The way the light hit the side of his face, highlighting his cheekbones and the curve of his nose. The faint beauty marks that dusted his face, the ones that Robert would kiss time and time again.
Robert just sat there and admired Zahir, committing every detail of his face to memory.
Unfortunately, Robert's admiration was cut to a halt as his stomach growled.
He groaned as he was brought back to reality, a reality in which he really needed to get up to go to the bathroom and forage for food in Zahir's house.
Robert slowly eased himself out of Zahir's hold, greatful that the firey hero slept like a rock, and silently crept out of the room to do his business.
After washing his hands and stepping out of the bathroom, Robert made his way over to Zahir's kitchen. Opening up the fridge, he looked through everything that Zahir had stocked up and thought through a plan of what to eat.
His stomach growled as he looked at the lack of easy foods to heat up. He groaned as he stared longingly at the package of uncooked bacon and the egg carton.
He almost gave up, resigning himself to try and wake up Zahir for the other to make him breakfast when an idea popped into his head:
"I should make breakfast for him."
Memories of when the other man would make Robert food flickered through his head as he started gathering some basic ingredients from the fridge and pantry.
Robert smiled as he began to prepare the breakfast, putting the bacon in the oven, the bread in the toaster and cracking the eggs to throw in the pan. Nothing too hard and nothing too messy.
An easy breakfast.
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Flambae woke up to the smell of smoke.
Not an unusual occurrence considering his powers, but still alarming nonetheless.
He shot up from where he laid to look around to see where he might have burned his sheets.
Only to find... Nothing burnt.
Not his clothes, not his sheets, not his pillows. Nothing.
That only calmed him slightly, since that meant he didn't have to worry about replacing his bedsheets. Again.
But that of course raised a question:
What the fuck was burning?
Slipping out of bed, he padded out into the hallway and followed the scent of smoke as it led him to his living room. Once he rounded the corner to enter the living room, though, he stopped.
Robert was moving around the kitchen with a look of panic on his face, grabbing things before ducking to where Zahir couldn't see him. A plume of smoke wafted into the air a few moments after, leading to a coughing fit as Robert popped back up to slam something down on the stove.
Zahir slowly walked towards the kitchen, a light smirk on his face as he bent down to lean on the island separating the kitchen from the living room.
"Good morning Bobert," he snickered as Robert's attention shot to him, "a little early for making a mess, no?"
Robert sighed as he threw the towels he'd been using as oven mitts down on the counter.
"I was trying to make you breakfast," he grumbled.
Zahir's eyes widened in surprise for a split second before a chuckle left his lips. He straightened up from where he leaned against the counter and moved towards Robert.
Zahir wrapped his arm around the other man as the two of them looked at the burnt mess that was the bacon Robert tried to make.
"...the eggs are still good," Robert mumbled as he pointed towards the plate of eggs.
"Ah," Zahir smiled, "so you can cook. Even if it's as simple as eggs."
The taller man chuckled as Robert smacked him in the chest. He just pulled Robert in for a proper hug setting his chin on the top of the other's head.
"You don't have to be great at everything Bob Bob," Zahir mused, "it's ok to suck at some things."
"You're just saying that," Robert sighed as he relaxed into the hug.
"...yeah. I am. Because unlike your normie ass I'm amazing at everything," Robert groaned at Zahir's comment and fought his way out of the hug.
"Oh shut up you ass," he sighed.
"Hey, you like this ass," Zahir chuckled, "now get your ass out of my fucking kitchen. You're banned."
Robert nodded in surrender as he moved over to plop himself on the couch.
Zahir sighed as he chucked the burnt bacon in the trash and left the pan to soak in the sink. Moving around the kitchen, he gathered the ingredients to make a proper breakfast.
Throwing the few pieces of uncooked bacon in a pan alongside some sausage patties, Zahir made quick work of the meats as he grabbed a plate to put the (now room temperature) eggs and toast on that Robert had made.
Once the bacon and patties were sufficiently cooked, Zahir put the meat on the plates and made his way to the living room, joining Robert on the couch.
"Eat up bitch," Zahir said with a smile as he handed Robert a plate before sitting next to him on the plush couch.
Robert took the plate with a quick 'thank you' and dug in, humming as he enjoyed the food.
"By the way," Robert made quiet conversation as the two ate, "the smoke detectors didn't go off, do we need to change the batteries, or..?"
"No need, I took the smoke detectors out when I moved in," Zahir mentioned in between bites of breakfast, "they're always so annoying and loud, and I've gotten the fire department called on me because of them before."
"That's... Not safe." Robert had a look of concern on his face that Zahir just waved off.
"I have fire extinguishers and carbon monoxide detectors, it's fine," Zahir finished off his plate before pointing his fork at Robert, "you're the person that almost caused a fire here, not me."
"Rude," Robert bumped Zahir's shoulder before grabbing both of their plates, getting up to place them both in the sink.
He decided to start the dishes, focusing on the pan that he had ruined with the burnt bacon.
He was halfway through scrubbing the burnt gunk off the pan when he felt warm, strong arms circle his middle.
"Thank you," the praise was muffed, Zahir having buried his face in Robert's shoulder.
"For?" The other asked as he continued to scrub, "almost burning your kitchen down?"
He felt more than heard the chuckle that reverberated from Zahir's chest.
"For thinking of making breakfast," the other supplied, "for putting in effort."
Robert smiled as he leaned into the hold.
"I mean... It only felt right," he hummed, "you're always making food for me, it only felt right for me to at least try to make some for you."
Zahir nodded and gave no further verbal response, simply placing a kiss on the side of Robert's neck.
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"You're still banned from ever stepping foot into my kitchen Bobert."
"Damn."
[ Dividers by @uzmacchiato ]
