The Cookie

Author's Notes:  Once again, a HUGE thank you goes out to Shannon Marie for being such a great beta.

P.S.- This is my second story and you were all so great with your feedback to my first one `Sweet Dreams'.  Even though this one is completely different – as in CLEAN – I hope you have a laugh with it!

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Brian made his way to the kitchen, wearing only a fluffy red bath towel wrapped around his waist.  His hair was still wet and in disarray.  He'd rubbed it dry but not styled it as yet.  He opened the fridge and grabbed a much needed bottle of water.  After his and Justin's escapade in the shower he felt parched and needed to soothe his dry throat.  He opened the bottle, raised it to his lips and downed it in one long gulp.  Much better.

As he stood in the kitchen with his water, he cast his eyes along the counter and saw something that he swore he'd never see again.

"Justin," Brian yelled in a angry voice.

No answer.

"Justin, come here right now!"  He shouted more forcefully this time.

"What?" The younger man yelled back from the bathroom with slight annoyance.

"Get your bubble butt out here, now."

Justin rushed out, bounced down the steps from the platform making his way towards the annoying voice yelling after him.  He was robed in only a big, red bath towel as well, which he was currently tying around his waist as he moved forward.  His hair stuck up at all angles and he had shaving cream covering half of his face.

"Brian, what's the problem?  Why are you screaming?" Justin asked his lover with little patience.  "I was just starting to shave."

The older man spoke slowly and sternly as if disciplining a small child.  "I thought I specifically told you never to bring these things into the loft again."

Brian held the package in his hands, shoving it out in front of him towards Justin to emphasize the seriousness of his words.  The blonde didn't answer him right away, only staring back and forth from the package to his lover's angry face.  He wasn't really sure how to respond to Brian's question.  Not that he didn't have the answer, he just didn't know how to answer the man's heated question without causing him to lose it even more.

When Brian didn't get an answer from his younger lover, watching Justin's eyes shift from his hand and back to his face, he shook the package as if to wake him from his daze.  The older man's face was hard and his brows knit together in question of his lover's actions.

Justin decided that Brian was waiting, impatiently, for an answer and he knew he had to face up to what he had done.  The way the taller man was acting you would have thought that the boy had done the most despicable thing in the world.  It was truly laughable and Justin tried his best to keep the smile off his face and the bubbling laughter working it's way through his chest pushed down.

"Brian, they're only cookies," Justin told him, speaking simply, holding back the smile still threatening to appear.

"These are not just cookies, Justin.  They are little fat receptacles.  Mini artery cloggers.  You know I told you I never wanted to see these again."

Justin stared at the man in front of him as if he had suddenly spurted horns from his head.    He was freaking out about a cookie.  A little round pastry.  Get a grip!

"You know what happened last time and I do not want a repeat of that.  I spent an entire week at the gym trying to work off the two pounds I gained because of these, these things."  Brian was having a drama queen moment and was milking it to it's fullest.

As the younger man stood in the kitchen, towel falling from his waist, shaving cream drying on his face, he was floored at the dramatics of his so called `older lover' who was right now acting like a ranting lunatic over a cookie.  His patience in dealing with this was wearing thin and he exploded.

"Brian, it's a fucking cookie.  Not Satan's work.  Ignore them.  Don't eat them.  Put them down and walk away from them.  Just get a fucking grip."  Justin was now shouting at the older man who was staring at him as if HE was acting like the drama queen.

The younger man gave one last sharp look at his lover's dumbfounded face, turned on his heels and marched back towards the bathroom.

Brian stood watching his lover's form retreat, still holding the package of cookies in his hand.  He knew he was overreacting, but it was two whole pounds they were talking about.  Last time he had been so mad at himself.  He had innocently picked up one of the cookies that Justin had on a plate beside him while he did his homework.  Brian just casually took one, popped it in his mouth and chewed.  No big deal.  Until he found himself reaching for another, then another.  He saw his young lover look up at him with a surprised look on his face, having realized that Brian had finished the entire plate of cookies by himself. The older man came to see what he had done. He felt guilty and disgusted with himself.  Where was the will power he prided himself on?  Lost over a few fucking cookies.

Well, that wouldn't happen again.  He dropped the package back on the counter where Justin had left it.  He could walk away.  He knew he had incredible will power.  He proved it every day.  There were so many things he wanted but wouldn't allow himself to have.  His sheer will was what kept him on his game.  It kept him protected from exposing himself to so many influences that he knew could bring him down.  He knew he was strong.

He heard Justin turn the water back on in the bathroom, beginning to shave again.  Brian preferred to shave before he showered where as Justin preferred to shave after.  The older man knew that he would have at least a few minutes peace to himself.  Justin just didn't understand him sometimes.  Most of the time he really did. He got Brian.  Not this time.

Justin re-entered the bathroom, huffing and talking to himself in a muffled voice.  He usually had more patience for his lover's little fits, but this one was just over the top.  All this over cookies.  Last time he thought Brian was going to throw himself on the floor and start kicking like a child having a temper tantrum when he realized that he had eaten the entire plate of cookies.  He ranted and raved for days about the whole two pounds he had gained because of them.  Even though Justin pretty much tuned him out after the third day of ranting, he did have his suspicions about what really happened.

His lover claimed to have gained two pounds from the `devil's biscuits', as Brian liked to call them, but how did Brian gain that much weight from five little cookies?  Not possible.

Brian had to leave for work early two days after the `cookie incident', as the blonde liked to call it.  And it was time to put Justin's suspicions to the test.  After he heard the large metal door close, he headed for the kitchen. The package of cookies was not on the counter where Justin had left them so he had to look through the cupboards to find them.  On his third attempt he found the package, pushed to the back of the cupboard next to the fridge.  He fished it out, opened it and his suspicions were confirmed.  There were only three cookies left. When Justin had started the `cookie incident' by placing the five little circles on the plate, the package had been full.  There were at least twenty-four cookies in the package.  Now there were three and Justin hadn't had any, not even one of the original five.  The mystery was solved.  His lover hadn't gained the two pounds he was crazed about from `cookie incident' for which he placed full blame on Justin. The truth was out.  Brian had been sneaking them.  He then tried to hide the package in the cupboard thinking Justin wouldn't notice.  What a shit.

Justin prepared to resume his shaving ritual.  He opened his razor to put in the new blade it needed, but then remembered that he hadn't gotten any.  He knew Brian was always prepared for things like this.  It was one of his anal qualities.  Justin yelled for Brian to come and help him, but quickly realized that he wouldn't have heard him over the running water.  

Justin turned off the water and tried again.  "Brian, can you come here for a minute please."  Still no reply.

The shaving cream on the blonde's face continued to dry and was starting to make his face feel tight.  He needed Brian's help and was getting frustrated at his lover's silence.  Justin resigned himself to go get the older man and ask him for his help.  He exited that bathroom hastily and continued to make his way into the body of the loft and find his silent lover.  As he passed the bedroom entrance and was making his way down the stairs, he called out again to Brian who was somewhere in the room.

"Bri, I need your help.  I need a new blade for my razor…"  The words were barely past his lips as he looked up to find where his lover was.  He was completely unprepared for the sight before him.  He felt his body respond and the words leapt out of his mouth of their own accord.

"NO! NOT AGAIN!"

There, standing in the kitchen, still wrapped in his bath towel was his beautiful lover.  He turned as he heard the younger man's approach but didn't have sufficient time to hide what he was doing.  He was stuffing the cookies in his mouth.  He looked at his younger lover like a child caught literally with his hand in the cookie jar and smiled around his full mouth.

"Oops," was all he said.

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