Lance wakes up because it's too bright. the sun shines through the window and he groggily wonders who he needs to punch for opening the blinds. he buries his head in the pillow and blindly reaches out to the other side of the bed. it's empty. the spot where his boyfriend is supposed to be is cold, which means that he had left the bed a while ago. Lance decides he doesn't care and goes back to sleep.
~*~
after stumbling out of the bathroom an hour later, the first thing he notices is the door to their kitchen being slightly open. he tries to stay unnoticed while sneaking a look inside. Keith is standing at the counter, wearing his pj's and a shirt which Lance is fairly sure is his, and he is kneading something in a big bowl. also, my chemical romance is playing and Keith, of course, is quietly singing along. Lance opens the door fully and goes to hug his boyfriend from the back. without looking up from the bowl, Keith smiles and says: "good morning, are you feeling better?"
Lance sighs and nuzzles his nose into Keith's hair.
"good morning, yeah - thank you for letting me sleep."
"of course. there's coffee in the pot if you want some."
Lance smiles and takes his favorite cup out of the cupboard. after filling it with the usual amount of coffee, milk and sugar - Keith often mocks him for the amount of sugar he uses -, he takes a sip and asks: "what are you making? and how can you listen to your emo songs that early?"
Keith snickers.
"it's not that early. I tried christmas music but that felt weird so I switched to my usual playlist."
he's dancing along to the song while he finishes kneading and puts the bowl with the dough into the fridge.
"I'm making cinnamon stars. you said you were sad because you couldn't eat your nonna's cookies and so I looked up recepies and took the one that seemed the easiest."
Lance melts in his chair.
"you're baking for me? really?"
"yeah."
Keith pauses.
"Hunk might have implied I would fuck up majorly if I tried making cookies. so I'm both making you happy and proving him wrong", he admits sheepishly.
Lance laughs.
"I love you, you know that?"
Keith walks over to him and gives him a kiss on the forehead.
"I love you too."
once the dough is ready, Lance is fully awake and can't wait to contribute. he bounces around the kitchen and loudly sings along to 'Last Christmas'.
"I'll get the cookie cutters and you can start rolling out the dough" , Keith says.
Lance eagerly gets to work. at first they start to make only stars in various sizes, but Lance starts to get bored of that and snatches the box with the cookie cutters.
"what do you think about a cinnamon moose? or a cinnamon angel? or -"
he pauses.
"why do you have a skull cookie cutter."
Keith ducks his head.
"Shiro got it for me when I was 14 and we made a whole baking tray of them."
Lance coos.
"okay so stars are boring. let's make some cinnamon skulls."
Keith grins and they get to work while occasionally stopping to dance along or kiss each other.
~*~
when Lance finished putting the cookies onto the tray, he turns around, only to find his boyfriend already looking. Keith is licking leftover dough from his hand and Lance promptly blushes. While holding eye contact, Keith slowly takes his middle finger into his mouth and licks it. Lance shakes himself out of his trance, thinks: if he can do that so can I, and licks over his palm with his whole tongue. Keith breaks the unspoken tension and snickers, which in turn makes Lance giggle too. Keith comes closer, takes lances hand and swirls his tounge around his finger. Lance's breathing stutters and he leans back against the counter. Keith stops sucking on Lance's finger with a loud pop and kisses Lance senseless.
the cookies end up tasting great.
thanks for the beta @justdissimp and @numerous-bees-in-a-skin-suit 🫶🏻
