florbexter:

Thank you for the prompt and it’s my pleasure to write for you! Those ficlets are a lot of fun and I hope you like it 🙂

TinCan Ficlet

Can looked at the bowl in front of him and back at Tin, who was washing his hands in the sink. After he cooked for Can. After his mum had left him to starve.

“Just eat,” Tin said as if he had eyes in the back of his head and could see that Can made a doubtful face.

Can picked up the spoon and moved some of the ingredients in the Pad Thai back and forth. It was nice of Tin to cook after Can had whined at him that his mum didn’t love him and left without cooking him something.

He whined a lot to Tin. Most of the time it was enough that Tin listened and didn’t roll his eyes at him. This time, however, Tin had texted him fifteen minutes after their last phone-call that he was in front of his house, with a bag full of food. No take-out. Ingredients.

“Are rich people even able to cook?”, he asked and Tin finally turned to raise an eyebrow at him. “Say’s the Thai Program who had no idea how to turn on the oven.”
Can grinned and ate a spoonful.

He moaned.

“Oh damn it. Oh shit… oh this is good.” He took another bite and wiggled with his whole body out of excitement.

“You can cook! That’s so awesome. You should have told me sooner,” he said with a full mouth because he had to eat the first bowl as quickly as possible. There was more on the stove and that was going to get in his belly and he wouldn’t share a single serving with anyone.

He looked up after a while because there was no comment from Tin about his inability to eat neatly, but Tin just sat opposite him and looked to the side. Almost, as if he wanted to hide his face.

“Ohhhh… you’re blushing!”, Can shouted out with glee. He pointed his spoon at Tin and laughed. The blush spread over Tin’s neck to his cheeks and Can had never seen his boyfriend so flustered. Most of the time nothing faced him, not the things they did in the bedroom, nor the many times someone had found them making-out (or more) in public. He always stared everyone down who dared to imply they had to be ashamed of themselves.

Can stood up and stepped into Tin’s space.

“Oh Tin… it’s so yummy,” he murmured in his ear and laughed when Tin tried to twist away with his body. It was cute.

“The big bad IC student is shy,” Can said and nuzzled behind Tin’s ear. He kissed the sensitive skin and marveled in the fact how warm Tin’s face felt. He coaxed his head around to kiss him on the lips and mhmed satisfied when Tin put his arms around his waist.

“Let me guess,” Tin said after Can pulled away, “you would like to kiss some more but you would have to think about the food on the stove all the time?”
Can smiled. The blush was still visible high on Tin’s cheek, so he kissed it. Left first, then right.

“You know me so well.”
“I didn’t make a triple amount of the recipe just out of fun.”

Can loved food, but his priorities had shifted so he kissed Tin some more.