doctorprescott | Dinner [for Eli]

Michael wasn't nervous, not really. Okay, maybe he was a little nervous.

He was also cooking dinner. Not a gourmet meal - it was spaghetti and meatballs with salad and garlic bread, but he'd made the sauce from a recipe from one of the pediatric nurses and it tasted pretty good.

He'd never been allowed in the kitchen while he was growing up - part of his mother's irrational fears, he was sure. No doubt she'd been positive that simply by being around food, he'd get his unnaturalness into the food and somehow poison his sisters into being like him.

Michael was coming to realize that his mother needed help, and a lot of it, but he wasn't in the position to suggest it. He could just hope that one day she'd get it for whatever plagued her mind and realize what she'd lost. Him.

If she didn't? He could be content with it. He was happier here in Siren Cove than he'd ever imagined being and he had someone who liked him for who, and what, he was.

And he had a damned fine dinner cooking on the stove, fresh garlic bread just out of the oven, and a great guy coming over to eat, probably grade papers, and hopefully stay for breakfast.

Yeah, he could live with that just fine.

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"Creeper," Michael tossed back, but his eyes and mouth were smiling as he lifted the wineglass to his lips. "And it's totally unfair since I always fall asleep first, I don't get the same creeper time staring at you unless I set an alarm and wake up before the ungodly hour you roll out of bed."

He laughs as always enjoying the easy repore between them, and he picks up his wineglass too taking a drink. "I can't help it. You look too cute. I've got the pictures to prove it," he says grinning. He puts his glass down and picks back up his fork. "So I think you have to stop saying you can't cook. This is delicious."

"I don't think I'm going to start making people call me 'chef' just yet, but I'm glad this turned out all right." He shrugged a little, cut into a meatball. "I had fun making it, too. Figuring out the recipe, the measuring, it was sort of relaxing, you know? A way to put away the constant thinking about patients and focus entirely on something else. I might have to try this again."

He paused, looked across the table at Eli. "I take it you won't mind being my guinea pig?"

Breaking off a piece of garlic bread and tossing it into his mouth, Eli shakes his head quickly. "I definitely won't mind. I think you'll be an expert in no time. I shall now buy you a pie recipe book and see what that gets me. Hopefully coconut cream. That could be my favorite. Maybe. Possibly," he says, grinning with a toothy smile.

"So, what you're saying is that you'd love it if I learned to make pie, any kind of pie, and that you'd be perfectly happy if you came home and there was a rhubarb pie waiting," Michael nodded soberly and taking a sip from his wine glass. He was thrilled to see that there wasn't much food left at all, knowing politeness only went so far and never went as far as having seconds.

He was going to have to go looking for more recipes.

He uses his napkin to dab away the crumbs from his mouth, thoroughly stuffed with good food, and he places it down on the table. Stretching a moment in his chair, he sighs a sigh of momentary contentment. "Yes, I'd love that," he agrees, laughing as he stands up from his seat. "Any kind. As long as you're waiting with it." He leans down to kiss Michael on the mouth.

Michael returned the kiss, sliding his hand around the back of Eli's neck to pull him down and closer to him, enjoying it, and him, and sinking into the embrace. When he finally broke to breathe, he was already smiling. "Not going to slip into a food coma, now, are you?"

"No way," Eli tells him bringing their mouths back together, resting his hand on the back of the chair. Definitely not going anywhere if Michael's going to kiss him like that. "You're not really going to make me grand papers tonight, are you?" he asks leaning away with a hopeful grin.

Michael chuckled and nipped his lower lip with his teeth. "Of course I am," he answered after a pause. "But if you're a good boy and get started while I do the dishes and clean up in here, I might reward you with cake and...other things later."

Then he leaned in closer and kissed him again, even deeper this time.

He doesn't see how he's expected to grade papers or anything else, truly, if Michael's going to kiss him this way. It's been a long week, and kissing him, his boyfriend, all night seems like a mighty good plan. He pulls away some, looking at his face. "What if I just give them all A's" he jokes, kissing him again on the lips, then he sighs as he stands. "Thank you for dinner..." he says. "I'll go in the living room, but I'm making no promises about work."

"Then all your students will start bribing me to feed you more often," Michael laughed and started clearing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. Twenty minutes later he went into the living room with a plate in hand and one bite of cake already forked up. He leaned over behind Eli and wafted the cake in front of his nose.

"Ready for a break?"

Eli did oblige Michael's demands that he work. But just barely. He was tired and comfortable being here with Michael that all he wanted to do was stretch out. He did manage to get a stack of papers graded though by the time Michael leaned over waving cake in his face. "Mmmhm. Always for cake and you're not so bad either," he says with a smile. Before anything else can be said he eats the bite from the fork. "Delicious. Come sit," he says.

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Michael sat next to him and took his own bite from the cake he held. "Not so bad, huh? You'd better watch it, Eli. All this flattery is liable to go to my head." He was grinning as he said it, though, and ducked in to peck his lips before returning to the dessert. "How goes the grading?"

He shrugs, placing the papers down on the coffee table when Michael joins him on the couch. He had done as much as was going to get done tonight. "I got some done. I'll be able to finish it up tomorrow. 'Cos I'm going to let you distract me for the rest of the night," he says.

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"Mmm," Michael hummed as he took Eli's hand and turned more to face him. "You have my attention. What sort of distraction did you have in mind? A game of cards? Chess?" He smirked as he asked it.

He laughs, shaking his head, as he picks the fork back up to grab another bite. "That's cute," he says of Michael's teasing, but he grins back at him. "No. Come on, I think there will be kissing involved. But after I finish your cake...." He holds up the fork, still grinning.

"And if I wanted some of that cake?" Michael asked, grinning, he was sure, like a complete idiot. An idiot Eli apparently didn't mind spending time around. He wasn't about to question it, he was just going to enjoy it while it lasts and hope that it lasted for a very long time.

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