Kaz nodded, leaning slightly into the touch without realizing it. At the moment he would love to curl up in a ball of blankets and never come out, but he had promised Vaughn barbeque. He sat there for a moment longer, enjoying Vaughn's touch too much to want to get up just yet
“We can cuddle after dinner, alright? Maybe I can even give you a massage, I’ve been told that I’m good at it,” Vaughn offered, continuing to rub his thumb lightly along Kaz’s lower lip.
"That'd be…great, actually," Kaz chuckled, his lip tingling ever so faintly as Vaughn ran his thumb across it. If he hadn't just gone through a vaguely emotional confession, he might have licked Vaughn's thumb just for the hell of it
“Good. Let’s go make this food now,” Vaughn said with a gentle smile, his hand leaving where it was rested on Kaz’s cheek. He got up, waiting for Kaz with his arms loosely folded.
Kaz got to his feet, hoodie riding up on his stomach as he stretched. He yawned a little before rubbing at his eyes, smiling up at Vaughn as he began to lead him towards the kitchen. "I've gotta go grab the grill from Cas, which should only take me a min-" He was cut off by a knock at the door, and he made a look of faint confusion as he walked towards it
Vaughn stayed where he was, glaring at the door warily. If Kaz wasn’t expecting someone, then it had to be someone bad, right? Find something, Finley. Defend yourself, the whispers hissed, and his eyes flicked around. He spotted what he wanted, stepping to the side to where sharp knives were stuffed into a knife block.
Kaz got onto the tips of his toes to look through the door's peephole, a smile working its way across his face as he reached down to open the door. A short, dark-skinned boy in a large, fluffy overcoat bounded in, holding a large basket of what looked like different barbeque foods as he hopped up onto the back of the couch. "Hiya, monsieur Kaz! Cas said to give this to you," he said, grinning widely as he held the basket up to Kaz. He laughed, taking the basket and ruffling the boy's dark, messy hair.
"Thanks, Mikah. That's really nice of you."
Vaughn watched the boy with confusion, his hand moving away from the knives to rest on the counter instead. How had Cas known? He clenched his jaw as he waited, foot tapping on the floor of the kitchen.
Mikah slid off the back of the couch, grinning up at Kaz. "Oh, oh! Cas wanted me to ask if you wanted the grill, too," he added, jumping excitedly from foot to foot. Kaz nodded, shifting the basket to one hand as he smiled.
"Yeah, I was actually just about to go grab it from him." At that the child's grin fell to a frown, which almost looked threatening considering the two pointed canines jutting out from his bottom jaw.
"No, you've gotta sit down, monsieur Kaz! Grandma says you have bad bones, and that means you can't carry heavy things," he protested, and before Kaz could stop him he was bounding out the door and towards the elevator. Kaz sighed, running a hand through his hair as he watched Mikah disappear
“Who is that boy?” Vaughn thought to ask, arching a dark brow at Kaz. He was leaning back against the counter, fingers on one hand still twitching slightly as the whispers still tried to talk him in to getting a knife. You don’t even have to stab anyone. We just want to feel it.
"Oh, that's Mikah. He's a volcano spirit from France who got banished for setting most of the country on fire once. His grandma's an ocean spirit, ironically enough. He's nice though, really. Just a bit excitable," Kaz chuckled, leaning against the couch as he looked over at Vaughn
“Very excitable,” Vaughn hummed, nodding his head slowly. He pushed himself up so he was sitting on the counter top, resting his hands in his lap instead. He mentally scolded himself, not needing to be armed with a weapon at the moment.
Kaz smiled a little as Vaughn sat on the counter. He thought it was pretty adorable, really. His eyes lit up as he suddenly got an idea. "Ooh, stay like that for a minute!" he said before running off in the direction of the bedroom
Vaughn arched a brow in question as he watched Kaz leave the room. And to stay like this? What did Kaz have planned? Hopefully nothing that could embarrass him.
Kaz returned a few minutes later, grinning widely as he held his phone in hand. "Okay, don't blink for a minute," he said, turning the camera on his phone on as he pointed it at Vaughn
“What exactly are you doing?” Vaughn asked, a smile crossing his lips as he chuckled. He was terrible with phones. He never had one as a kid, his parents saying he could have one on his 14th birthday. Of course, his mother was dead for his birthday and his father was on trial. He had only gotten a phone recently, and still didn’t understand all the features too well, almost like a confused elderly person with a smartphone.
"Taking a picture of my hot, photogenic boyfriend," Kaz hummed. He took the picture of Vaughn as he was mid-laugh, and his grin only widened as he pulled up the picture to look at it. He tapped a few buttons, making a copy of the picture and changing one to black and white. "Oh my god, I am so getting that framed," he mumbled. "And if I did tattoos of people on myself, I would totally get it tattooed too."
“Photogenic? Come on, let me see, I’m sure it’s not that great,” Vaughn hummed, lips pursed in thought. He never thought of himself to be photogenic. He didn’t prefer people taking photos of him anyways, it just made him self conscious. The only photos of him were the ones from when he was a kid, and a few drunkenly taken photos of him that his foster sister, Veronica, snapped.
"Here, look," Kaz said, handing him the phone. It was actually a really well taken picture, Vaughn mid-laugh in the middle of the kitchen. It was a little blurry, but Kaz thought it was one of the best photos he had ever taken
Vaughn’s brows raised in surprise as he looked at the photo. Kaz had been right, it wasn’t that bad of a photo. It was actually a pretty good one. “That looks okay, I guess,” he said, a teasing edge obvious in his tone.
“Shut it, you look absolutely handsome,” Kaz protested, letting Vaughn look at the photo a moment longer before taking his phone back. He set it in his pocket, grinning widely at Vaughn
Vaughn chuckled quietly, smiling down at Kaz from his spot on the counter. “What do you plan on doing with that photo, hm?” He questioned, hopping off the counter. He lifted Kaz up onto it instead, standing between his legs with one hand on either side of him.
(I think I’ve got 10 more minutes before I get but if I disappear randomly just assume I’m gone for about an hour)
“Gonna frame it. I’m thinking about starting a picture wall or something in the hall, like how you see in old people’s houses,” Kaz chuckled, resting his chin in his palms as he looked up at Vaughn
(Alrighty)
“Yeah? That sounds like a good idea. Maybe you can show me how to use the camera on the phone, I’m not good with technology,” Vaughn said, laughing quietly. He tilted his head to rest against Kaz’s chest, smiling lightly to himself as he did so.
“I’d be okay with that,” Kaz hummed, a hand moving to run through Vaughn’s hair gently. “You’re such an adorable little dork,” he teased affectionately
Vaughn rolled his eyes a tad, but the smile stayed on his lips. He leaned into Kaz’s touch slightly, hands shifting to rub slowly at Kaz’s mid thighs gently.
Kaz smiled at the touch, continuing to run his hand through Vaughn’s hair. “But you’re my adorable little dork,” he mumbled
“You’re full of it,” Vaughn mumbled, his smile growing slowly. He tilted his head up to gently kiss Kaz’s neck, taking his time. “If anyone is adorable and little, it’s you, baby.”
“Oh, shut up. It’s not my fault you’re freakishly tall,” Kaz laughed, the spots Vaughn kissed at feeling warm on his neck
“I’m not freakishly tall, I’m slightly over average,” Vaughn said with a mock pout as he raised his head back up to look at Kaz.