Is there some sort of surprise inside those amazingly delicious treats? Oreos! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Chris can hear the sound of his front door closing and keys dropping onto the table, followed by footsteps to the kitchen. He knows who it is, no one else has such a comfortable routine like that, so he’s not worried.

As Chris is mixing the cookie dough, Darren swoops up behind him and slides one of his arms around his waist as he rises onto his tiptoes and kisses the side of his neck. “I hope these are for me,” he mutters, his hand inching closer to the bowl. Chris smacks it away before he can get his finger in it, smirking to himself.

“Actually, they’re for me.”

”But you’re going to share, aren’t you?” Chris can hear the pout in his voice and when he turns around to look at him, there it is, just like he expected, Darren’s lower lip jutted out like it always does when he doesn’t get what he wants.

Chris hums in reply, slipping out of Darren’s arms to get the cookie sheet. When he comes back, he looks into the bowl of cookie dough and can see a hole where Darren’s finger must’ve been when he was digging some out to help himself. Darren smiles innocently at him when he turns around to look at him, and there’s a little dough at the corner of his lip. Chris tries to scowl, but it only lasts about two seconds before he breaks into a smile.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he mutters, wiping off the smudge of dough with his thumb and licking it off before lowering his head to capture Darren in a kiss.

“You should put Oreos in the cookies,” Darren mutters into Chris’ lips, nipping at the bottom one briefly.

“Shut up, I’m kissing you.” Chris says flatly, pushing Darren gently against the counter as he leans down to kiss him again, but Darren turns his head and his lips land on his cheek.

“Only if you put Oreos in the cookies.”

“Who does that?”

“It’s a fun little surprise! It’s cute!”

Chris sighs and nuzzles against Darren’s cheek for a moment. “Fine. I’ll put Oreos in the cookies, Darren.”

Darren smiles and makes a little noise of triumph, wrapping his arms tight around Chris’ waist as he presses his lips against his.