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Hungry
Porchay entered Kim’s apartment with his spare key and closed the door softly. He knew that the older man wasn’t home since he had checked his WIK schedule with his manager. “P’Kim?” He called out just in case.
Silence came back. Feeling pleased. He settled the bags of groceries he had brought in onto the kitchen countertop. Taking off his jacket and placing it over the back of a chair. He glanced around checking the state of the apartment. Papers were scattered around the coffee table near the couch. Guitar was settled on stands off to the corner but the room was immaculately clean and organized.
Totally different from the disaster that Porchay chaos was in his own room.
Opening up each bag he started to set out the materials to work on cake making that he had printed on a paper off a website he had found. In an hour and half he took out a delicious cake from the oven. The smell was delicious vanilla he was certain the room would take time to clear off the scent and hopefully not give away his surprise. Taking a large plate and laying it over the cake, he flipped it and was thankful when it slid out of the tin cake mold. Delighted that not one piece was stuck to the pan.
Sighing happily he pulled out the chocolate icing that was premade because he wasn’t that experienced yet at making it yet and cheating was okay in his case. Next, he took out a packet of colorful candles. Picking the necessary amount of candles he stuck them artfully onto the cake and placed it into the fridge.
Then wincing at the mess Porchay started the clean up processes quickly. Just as he put the last dish away in the cupboard the sound of keys jingling announces the owner of the apartment was back.
Scrambling to the door, he beams happily, “Happy Birthday, P’Kim.”
Kim almost jumped but he carefully crafted his facial expression to calm. “Chay, when did you get here?”
“No Hug?” Porchay pouted at his boyfriend.
Kim shutting the door dropped his bag onto the floor and wrapped his arms around Porchay indulgently. “You know I cannot say no…”
Giggling Porchay swayed Kim back and forth. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“You really did.” Kim took a look around his apartment, his brow furrowed, “Why does it smell like cake?”
“It’s for your birthday dinner.” A kiss was placed over Porchay's cheek.
Kim pulled away his soft eyes. “Thank you.” Then a rakish smile slipped over his face, “So where is the main course?”
“I was going to order it. It was already hard baking the cake and I am limited to fried eggs and rice.” Porchay squeaks when his world turns topsy-turvy until he lands on the soft bed.
“I cannot wait.” Kim crawls over Porchay sitting on his knees. “I think I will just make do since I am so famished. So little Angel…feed me.”