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Title: Let's Just Pancakes
Prompt: Domestic Bliss
Rating: PG
Series: This Thing That Happened This One Time
Content Summary/Notes/Warnings: Jared makes an attempt and cooking breakfast in bed

All stories in "This Thing That Happened This One Time" are posted as vignettes and are not in chronological order. One day there will be a list where they are linked in order, but today is not that day. :)




Jared's eyes fluttered open that morning as a soft light filtered through the blinds. He tried to close his eyes and go back to sleep as was his wont on an early Saturday morning, but he found that he couldn't manage to do it.

Was it the unfamiliar bed? Was it the strange angle of light that was hitting him directly in the face? Was it the fact that he wasn't alone, or that he just had never woken up in another man's bed before. He was usually long gone before that ever had a chance to take place.

No. It was none of those things, he thought as he realized through his sleepy haze that he was perched on the very edge of the mattress. Amos had somehow maneuvered himself into a diagonal position that stretched across the entire bed with his head resting near Jared's shoulder.

Jared smiled fondly at him and brushed the back of his hand across Amos' cheek before practically falling his way out from beneath the sheet and making his way into the kitchen. When he arrived at his destination, he opened the refrigerator and was faced with a six pack of beer and a carton of milk. He arched an eyebrow at the paltry offerings and reached for the milk.

He opened the cap took one sniff and quickly pulled the offending odor away from his face.

"Good, god, Ames," he muttered to himself as he shook his head. "You're such a bachelor."

He made his way to the sink to dispose of the spoiled milk and then made for the cabinets. There was nothing of note there either. He had gotten it in his mind to make Amos surprise breakfast in bed, and Pop Tarts were not fitting his romantic vision. He groaned to himself as he realized that he was going to have to make a trip to the grocery store.

>>>>>>

An hour later, Jared returned with the requisite supplies and set about making his vision a reality until the surprise was spoiled by a sleepy Amos appearing in the doorway with a particularly spiky case of bed hair and distinct lack of clothing.

"What are you doin’?" Amos sing-songed curiously as he leaned against the frame.

"Making breakfast," Jared said without missing a beat. One appreciative glance up and down, and his attention was fully back on the pancakes he was attempting to cook.

"Don't worry about it. I won't burn your apartment down," he said.

"Good," Amos replied. "I don't want to lose my deposit." He yawned.

"Please go back to bed," Jared murmured.

"Why?"

"So I can bring you your damn pancakes. I was trying to surprise you."

“You’re already surprising me,” Amos replied, his voice suddenly turning so soft and timid that Jared almost didn’t hear him.

“What?” Jared said. He removed the pancakes from the griddle and pulled the pan off the burner to avoid burning anything and turned to look at Amos, who was staring down at the linoleum.

“I just...when I woke up alone...” He glanced up and frowned when he caught sight of Jared.

“Dude. My eyes are up here,” he said with the accompanying gesture, and more amusement in his voice than ire.

“Dude.” Jared’s head snapped up. “Put on some pants if you want to have a serious conversation.

He instantly regretted the suggestion for pants when Amos disappeared from view and returned with his pajama bottoms to sit down at the counter overlooking the stove.

“So you really thought I was going to bail, huh?” Jared said as he turned off the stove and began to arrange their plates. “After last night? Really?”

Amos frowned.

“Please, Red... Don’t let my insecurities freak you out,” he said.

“I understand,” Jared said. “Let’s just...pancakes.”

He placed two plates on the counter and made his way around to sit on the stool next to Amos.

“I like this,” Amos said as he spread around the pat of butter that Jared had placed atop the triple stack.

“Yeah,” Jared agreed. He glanced sideways at Amos. “This is definitely something I could get used to.”

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