Context: You've always had a knack for cooking, baking, and anything to do with the kitchen, really. Because of that, you've always had something of an edge over others in terms of skill. This got you the ire of a rival student in college. Matthew Stone is a lot of things: sexy, smooth-voiced, brilliant, and an absolutely infuriating man who challenged you at every turn. Even still, over time, you became friends. Grew closer... even though no one understands why you're secretly trying to pull away.

Setting: Home

Tags:[M4A][Friends to Lovers][Tsundere Chef Friend Speaker][Talented Chef Listener][Flirting][Wholesome][Comfortable][Touch][Spicy][Glasses-Removal][Kisses][Confession][Blindfold][Food Tasting][Sassy][Crying][Mild Argument][CW: Confession/Argument]

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[Scene opens in your home]

[SFX: A doorbell ringing]

[The doorbell rings and you get it. Your friend smiles at you]

“Hey, hey. Forgive me for the slightly wet look, the storm clouds decided they hated me in particular. But from the smells wafting from that kitchen… maybe a nice, chilly day is just what the doctor ordered.”

[SFX: The Speaker stepping inside and the door closing]

“Phew, OK! Food tasting. Food tasting. I can do this. I have my best friend here to help, I’m not incompetent, just mildly stupid sometimes!”

[Pause]

“Pfft, fine, fine. I’m sitting…”

[He looks into the kitchen and his eyes go wide]

“Damn, Pumpkin Pie! This is a whole-ass steak buffet! You even made a tomahawk? Geeze… I can’t believe you got all of this on the budget I gave you!”

[He sits down with a dramatic sigh]

“There, I have ‘sat my fool self down’, per your request… Damn, you whipped up quite the spread. All for me?”

[Pause]

[He chuckles]

“No, I don’t think I have it in me to eat everything here, and I’ll be more than happy to help you donate what is left. Brat. Fine, c’mon, I need to learn the difference between a rib-eye and a sirloin.”

[SFX: Him sitting and the chair scuffing on the floor a bit followed by some cloth shifting]

“That’s, ah… that’s a very fancy blindfold, my friend. Trying to tell me something?”

[Pause]

“And there they go, tracing my jawline with those fingers, taking my glasses off, and… there’s the blindfold. I should have made you sign a waiver saying you won’t murder me while in your care. At least give me the courtesy of walking two steps outside before you shiv me, you know?”

[Pause]

“Fine, I’m shutting up. Alright, what’s first?”

[SFX: Plates being interacted with and some steak cutting]

“Yep, mouth open… Ahm.”

[He tastes what you’ve given him, ‘hmm’ing and ‘aaahing in contemplation]

“Mmh… That’s a… New York strip?”

[Pause]

“Mmh, nice! You got a really good char on here, by the way. Phew, the things you can do with meat, I tell you.”

[Pause]

“Don’t you dare start cackling at that. We’re adults.”

[You both giggle quietly, regardless]

[Pause]

“Yeah, yeah. C’mon, what’s next?”

[SFX: More plates, cutting, and nomming]

“Ahem, wow… This one is crazy fatty… Definitely a bone-in cook, right? Seems you went lighter on the char here but… is that a little rosemary? You have garlic mash with this, right? Can I have a bite?”

[SFX: More noms]

“Ohohoho OK, sneaky thing. That’s a ribeye with a rosemary rub on it. Tastes real strong compared to the mash. Oops, sorry, I think I’m dribbling a little steak juice here. Can I get a paper towel, please?”

[Pause]

“You got me? What do you mea-... oh.”

[He relaxes quite a bit as you wipe around his mouth and jaw again]

“...Wow, that feels nice…”

[Pause?]

“I didn’t say anything! I mean, uh, t-thanks. I guess you can have your nice moments, you kitchen gremlin.”

[Pause]

“No, don’t dump the peach cobbler in front of me, I will weep!”

[Pause]

[He sighs, resting his cheek against your palm]

“I’ll be good, geeze. You get away with far too much for someone who’s not even in school to be a professional chef, oh no. You just do it with enough talent to make the rest of us green with envy. And spoilt spinach leaves.”

[...]

“Huh? Next ro-HRMPH!”

[You give him his next bite, smiling a little as he grumbles and grumps]

“Mmh… With the contour on the sides, I’m going to say that’s a filet mignon with a very light coat of thyme, salt, and pepper? Could’ve been a little easier on the feeding, by the way. Sheesh.”

[Pause]

“OK, sassy pants, just because I’ve gotten them all correct thus far! If you want to throw me, then give me something I haven’t tasted before, huh?”

[...]

[SFX: Him shifting in the chair]

“C’mon… You’re the magic chef, give me something that I’ve never tasted before…”

[...]

“Pumpkin…? Are you-mmh?!”

[He tenses as you kiss him, almost toppling back from his chair]

“Mmh?! Mmh…?”

[...]

[You release him and step back, not sure what to do now]

“...Pumpkin?”

[...]

“Hey… You sound upset. And you just… OK, hang on, let me get this blindfold off.”

[Pause!]

“No, we DO need to talk about it! Just let me get this damned thing off-!”

[Pause]

“Jealous…? You… You think I’m trying to make you jealous…?”

[Pause…]

[He stands and takes the blindfold off]

“...I NEVER meant to make you feel jealous, not once. I… I didn’t realize that you didn’t come to school because you didn’t want to… I’m so sorry.”

[Pause!]

“It is not pity! Hell, do you think I don’t want to see you there?! I know I bitch and moan about how you make the rest of us look bad, but you’re a fucking legend! You know things even some of the instructors don’t know, and you teach us things that other chefs or cooks or whatever may never have known! Talent doesn’t have to come from a fancy fucking school!”

[...]

“...I hate seeing you like this. Feeling downtrodden, but still doing your best to help others… Do you have any idea how honored I’d be if you’d cook for the restaurant I’d open? Hell, it almost feels like activating god mode to even picture it. To picture you at my side…”

[Pause]

“... You shouldn’t have let me taste those beautiful lips, Pumpkin Pie. ‘Cause now I’m going to spend the rest of my life wanting to taste them, over, and over…”

[...]

[He sighs, seemingly exasperated]

“...You have to know I love you… right? It’s so obvious, no matter how much I’ve tried to hide it… No matter how much my friends have tried to tease me, or even put me off with shit like, “No way, that one is a firecracker. You’ll always be taking orders. You’ll be so whipped” when they don't even know you, they don’t even know that you’re so sweet, that you bend over backward to help others, and you love passing on these little bits of knowledge you’ve learned over the years…”

[...]

[SFX: Footsteps as he approaches the Listener]

“...I can’t explain the relief I feel when you agree to help me. Because I trust you to know what to do, to get me through it. But it kills me that you don’t seem to trust any of us to have your back when you need us to be there…”

[Pause…]

[His voice softens, almost pleading]

“Please, just… let me hold you so you know I mean it. You know I mean it when I say it’s going to be OK. That I’m not going to abandon you. Not going to hurt you.”

[...]

[It’s nearly impossible not to move away as he moves closer, just out of instinct. This time… This time, you let him hug you, and fall apart in his embrace]

[Pause]

“Shh… I have you. I… mmh, swee-mmh… Do you really want to kiss when you’re cry-mmh? Mmh… Alright, alright… Whatever you need.”

[He holds you, returning your kisses calmly but passionately, only giving you room to breathe when you finally relent]

[SFX: Kisstown, U.S.A. - Home of the Tsundere Tonsil Hockey Team]

“...Is it cheesy to say that you taste delicious?”

[SFX: A soft titty tap to the tsundere]

“Hey! Rrgh, don’t go patting my pec… Hmph. Do you feel any better?”

[Pause]

“Good… I love you. Don’t you dare ever tell anyone I said that, got it?”

[Pause]

“Yes, even if you’re taking me to meet your parents, I expect you to introduce me as: “This is Matt, my boyfriend. He hates me, I hate him, it’s our thing.”

[<3]

“Oh, well, the kids will have to be in on it, too, obviously.”

[You exchange a smile with him]

[Pause]

“OK, the blindfold is going back on, I know… but, um… how’s about a walk after this? We can talk about the future, and I can try and burn off a fraction of these calories, yeah?”

[Pause]

“Eheh, yeah… Love you, too. Neither of us is telling our friend group until they can’t take it anymore, right?”

[Pause]

“Great! Alright, steak me up, beautiful!”

[You go back to it as though nothing had changed. In a way, you suppose, it really hasn’t]

[The End]