holesome

Leo's legs are splayed out on the other man's lap, head tilted back to stare up at the stars. Constellations unfold above him as his eyes adjust to the light, transformative winds tugging at his curly hair.

"Hey Eli?" His voice is dazed, partly because he should have been asleep hours ago and partly because of the butt of a joint still burning in the ashtray.

"Yeah?"

"When was the last time you talked to your parents?"

There's a long silence. It stretches for what feels like eons as Leo begins to shift uncomfortably. He starts to pull his feet out of the blond's lap when strong hands grasp his toes and pull him closer.

"At least a year. They weren't the most...receptive about me coming out. They claim to still love me but they've got a hell of a way of showing it." He sighs, pressing his fingers down on the tops of Leo's feet, doodling circles with his gentle touch.

"Do you miss them?"

"Sometimes. I miss the meals my mom would cook for all of us. My older brother got most of my dad's attention and my mom felt like my sister failed her by not going into modeling. She taught me a lot about cooking, things they don't teach you in culinary school. But that all kind of fell off when I dropped out. They wouldn't let me move back in with them and I refused to beg so I've just been figuring it out on my own since then." He pauses to shrug and Leo can see something glittering behind his eyes, a determined glare daring him to lock horns.

"Your love comes through in your cooking. I seriously felt like I was being wrapped up in a hand-knit blanket when I took a bite of that pot pie."

Eli's grin is shy and he instinctively lifts a hand up to self-consciously cover his tooth gap.

"Can I cook with you next time? Instead of just going 'oh that smells good!' every ten minutes?"

Eli finally laughs, squeezing Leo's left foot. "Only if you promise to stay away from baking. Your apple pie was terrible."

Now Leo is the one laughing, shoving at Eli's shoulder. "Shut up, it wasn't that bad! It just...got a little extra flavor to it. Can't be mad at that!"

"Sweetie, the crust was black, I don't think that's the kind of flavor profile you want with a fucking pie."

"I don't see you making a pie any better! At least I tried!" They're wrestling now, rolling the other around on the patio, struggling for dominance. Eli finally pins Leo down with a swinging leg to the waist, holding both of Leo's hands down.

"I know exactly what pie you haven't messed up." He leans down to press a hungry kiss to Leo's neck, breathing heavily against the soft skin.

Leo lets out a soft moan and struggles against Eli's surprisingly strong grip. He wiggles helplessly as lustful eyes watch the top of Eli's head bob up and down, covering his vulnerable neck in sloppy kisses. "Oh yeah? Well, are you gonna take a slice or not?"

Eli pulls back to meet Leo's hungry gaze with a very similar one, electricity bouncing between them. The tension is palatable, a sizzling burning cinnamon that threatens to tip into a warm brown butter.

"I want the whole pie, bitch."