In the process of decorating the desserts, Connor had managed to get icing all over himself. There was flour in his hair and a smear of frosting on his left cheek from where he'd rubbed it earlier.
Dakota laughed as he picked at it. "You've got icing all over you."
"It's so unfair that I'm the only one with food all over me," Connor retorted, staring at his boyfriend's clean attire. "You should be just as messy as I am."
"Not likely. I am a better artist than you, after all."
"Pfft, you wish."
"I'm not the one covered in sugar, babe."
"Oh, aren't you?"
Before Dakota could register what was happening, Connor had swiped the piping bag up from the counter, squeezed the nozzle onto his hand and smeared a glob of frosting all over Dakota's face.
"Oh, you didn't just do that." Dakota said threatingly.
"Oh shit!"
Connor made a break for it but Dakota was faster. He caught Connor around the waist and heaved him off the floor, the smaller boy squeaking in surprise and squirming in his arms as Dakota smeared icing all over his face with the bag.
"Stop stop stop!" Connor laughed as Dakota continued his sugary assault. "No more!"
"You want to start something, be prepared to finish it." Dakota slapped more icing across his face.
"Fine, I will."
Diving out of Dakota's hold, Connor reached for the bag of open flower on the kitchen island and grabbed a handful, tossing it in Dakota's face where it stuck to his skin and his hair. Dakota reacted by lunging for the bag and doing the same thing to Connor who yelled in protest.
Before long, they were in an all-out food war. Flour coated their hair and there was now more icing on the two boys than there was on all the cookies combined. They laughed as they continued to throw food at each other.
Dakota pinned Connor to the wall next to the fridge and said, "And now for the grand finale."
Before Connor could escape, Dakota swiped a cookie from his tray and crushed it on top of his boyfriend's head. It crumbled into dust and coated Connor's hair in a mess of sticky glaze and baked dough. Connor cried out in surprise and Dakota grinned in victory.
"I win." Dakota said smugly.
Connor scoffed. "In your dreams."
"Con, you've got way more food on you than I do."
"And whose fault is that?"
"You're right." Dakota shrugged. "I made the mess, so it's only fair that I clean it up."
Without warning, Dakota leaned in and let his tongue lick the smeared icing off Connor's cheek. He didn't stop there, kissing his way slowly across Connor's face until he reached his mouth. Connor was covered in so much icing that it was like making out with a donut.
Connor tried to push him away but ended up laughing as he took in Dakota's messy appearance, knowing he looked just the same. He eyed the other boy, saying, "We're in so much trouble."
"Hmm." Dakota hummed as he buried his face in Connor's hair, moving down to let his tongue graze his glazed skin. "You started it."
"Only because you weren't dirty at all."
"Your logic is impeccable." Dakota laughed before leaning in and kissing Connor deeply. The other boy reacted by pulling him closer until they were fully making out in a sugar-coated haze.
"What is going on in here?"
The two stopped to see Connor's mother and aunt standing in the doorway, both with hands on their hips. Carol was glaring whilst Rachel stared in surprise at the scene before them.
Connor stopped squirming and took in the mess they'd made of the kitchen. There was flour and icing all over the floor and counter. The cookie Dakota had smashed over Connor's head now laid in crumbled pieces on the floor.
"It's not what it looks like." they both said at the same time.
"Really?" Carol demanded, stepping forward. "Cause what it looks like is that you two had a fight with a bakery and everybody lost."
"Boys," Rachel groaned. "Look at the mess you've made. You better clean this up before dinner."
"He started it." Connor and Dakota said in unison again, pointing to one another. Dakota scoffed. "I did not start this and you know it."
"Boys," Carol's eyes flashed as she bared down on them. "Care to explain why you've just thrown flour all over the kitchen and destroyed a whole tray of cookies?"
Connor looked down and barely contained a laugh when he saw one of the trays had fallen to the ground, spilling its contents all over the floor. Ironically, it was Dakota's tray.
"Guess we're stuck eating mine." he told Dakota, laughing.
Dakota only shook his head fondly. "I guess so."
Carol stomped across the kitchen to the cupboard. She pulled out a dustpan and mop bucket, thrusting it at the pair. "Get scrubbin'. The longer you stand around with your jaws flapping, the quicker this dries and is harder to get off."
"We'll leave you boys to it. Consider showering before sitting down for dinner." Rachel winked, leaving the kitchen.
Carol went to follow her but paused at the doorway and turned around. "Oh, and no more making out while you do it. There's already enough white stuff spilled all over the floor and I don't want it in my food."
"Aunt Carol!" Connor yelled, cheeks flushing red as he stared at his aunt in horror.
She only winked at them and cackled wickedly. "Better get to it. Dinner's nearly ready and you two need to shower." She pointed a finger at them. "Seperately."
"Oh my god." Connor moaned, buring his face in Dakota's chest who was laughing it off.
Carol left the kitchen and Connor groaned into his boyfriend's chest. "I never learn. We should've just stayed in New York. Oh my god."
Dakota patted his boyfriend's back sympathetically. "Holidays, huh?"
"My family is unbearable. I'm so sorry we came here."
"And yet, you'll be back here next year." Dakota grinned as Connor flipped him off but sighed.
He lifted his head. "Holidays with the Taylors. Regretting your life choices yet?"
Dakota kissed him sweetly and quickly. "Whoever said Thanksgiving couldn't get a little crazy? C'mon, let's clean this up so we can join your family."
"I rather liked the idea of the shower first."
"Food first," Dakota smirked. "Then dessert."
Connor laughed and shoved him playfully. "You're the worst."
And maybe he was, but Dakota knew that this would be how he would be spending his future Thanksgivings as long as the Taylors let him. Right here with Connor, where he belonged.
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