Halloween Prompts #7: Britchell & 'Candy' for sycamoretree21
Hahah, this was indeed sweet to write. Hope you like! :-D
Working concentrated on a task is something that doesn't happen often with Anders. Apart from sex, reading, watching TV, drawing or lazing about, the blond god is usually rather reluctant to engage in any spare time activities that might involve actual work. In his opinion, he deserves a good rest after a long and tiresome working day, to which Mitchell always counters only half-jokingly that he can be glad he hasn't lived in Ireland through the 19th century.
In any case, getting Anders to do something outside of the usual is a piece of work in itself. The more pleasing is it to see him rather keen for a change, tongue sticking out in concentration as he measures sugar into a cup. "Is this good?" he asks, looking up at the vampire, his face all serious, and Mitchell has to smile. "That's perfect. Now add a bit of hot water and the orange food colouring and put the mixture in a saucepan." They're making candy, traditional hard candy after a recipe Mitchell has inherited from his grandmother.
"We always used to make barley candy strips this time of the year." This time meaning the 31st of October, Halloween, which of course hasn't been the commercialised American version back when Mitchell was a kid, but the rather solemn Christian celebration of All Hallow's Eve. Admittedly, he liked the modern version better.
They've already made candy apples coated in a thick orange sugar crust, propped up to dry on their sticks like miniature pumpkins. Now, they're trying their hand at the traditional twisted barley sticks, and Anders is surprisingly good at handling the sticky, stubborn mixture. Stepping up behind the blond, Mitchell reaches out to steady Anders' wrist. "Try to pour it out evenly," he says, noticing the small shiver that runs down his boyfriend's back.
He waits until the thick syrup is spread onto the cookie sheet before he pulls Anders closer, pressing a quick kiss to his pulse at the side of his throat. The blond grins like the proverbial cat, dipping a finger into the brown syrup and holding it out for the vampire to lick. "Mmh, tasty" Mitchell murmurs, licking the finger clean before moving on to the blond's throat again, mouthing up 'til he reaches Anders' soft, round ear. It earns him a playful spank with the wooden spoon. "Oi! I know you have sweet tooth, but no nibbling 'til the candy is finished."
