Chapter 9: Pancakes

Liam was wiping up a small breakfast while his shower was running. Mar slept a little longer while the blond alpha was cleaning up. Cleaning up means taking a shower, then their mess in the living room.

With his best friend's permission, he went to Mar's place next door, picked up a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie, the ever important underwear and a pair of socks. All in white. For shit and giggles.

When he returned, the shower was on, so Liam left the alpha's clothes on his bed and went to the kitchen. He was mixing the pancake batter, which came in a package and all he had to do was pour in water. He didn't pour in water, instead he used milk. His older sister said it tastes better with milk, and he once saw Mar make his own pancakes with milk, so milk is it.

The alpha used his only pan, a hideously blue thing his parents got him. It came in a set with a pot and a sauce pan, which are brand new because he never really used them. While waiting for the electric stove to heat up, he pulled out his phone to put on some music. He's one of the weird folks who enjoys instrumentals, especially violin, and people who know usually make fun of him for it. Except Mar. His best friend said Liam has excellent taste.

Anyways, he poured his first pancake, the batter seems too runny even though he triple checked the measurements of his ingredients. The sounds from the shower stopped, and his bathroom door opened.

Liam hummed along with the violin as he cooked. The piano in the background reminded the alpha that his best friend knows how to play piano. It's one of those things that Mar's father pushed on all of his children for absolutely no reason at all. From Mar's oldest brother to Mar himself, every one of them all had private piano lessons. When Liam first met Mar, Mr. Aster paid Liam approximately $5000 dollars for the whole summer to play with his youngest son. The little alpha couldn't say no to a paid vacation. Mar had piano lessons and gymnastics lessons on the same day at the start of the summer. Gymnastics was one of those things which Mar liked because his mother did, and his mother was a subject none of them like to bring up.

"Flip it." His best friend's voice came behind him, and Liam was pulled back into reality. Without missing a second, he flipped the pancake.

"Thanks. I was spacing out." Liam looked at the other alpha. Mar's black hair was still wet, and he's wearing the clothes that Liam brought him.

"I used your toothbrush." The black haired alpha leaned his head on Liam's shoulder, and he laughed.

"Really?"

"Did I stutter?" His best friend grinned as he nuzzled into Liam's shoulder. The scent of vetiver mixed with Liam's favorite minty shampoo made the alpha want to bury his face in his best friend's hair. "I forgot to tell you to get mine. But hey, you won't kill me for it."

"Yeah..." Liam picked up the pancake with his spatula and put it on the plate. "This is my first born child. It's almost burned on one side, but it's still lovely."

The joke earned a laugh from Mar. "It's a baby, so it's automatically cute."

Before the alpha could pour more batter into the pan, slender fingers held his hand.

"Liam..." His best friend mumbled. "Don't you think it's gross?"

"What?" Blue eyes turned to meet purple ones, and the taller alpha was confused.

"That I used your toothbrush. You don't mind it?" The black haired alpha's voice was quite serious, and Liam was instantly reminded of what they did last night.

Heat rushed to his cheeks and ears as he tried to come up with an answer. "We kissed, and I had your dick down my throat, Mar. Sharing a toothbrush won't kill us."

Actually, sharing a toothbrush seems nice and sanitary compared to what they did, but lust is lust, and he wouldn't give both of them blue balls in the heat of the moment.

Plush lips planted a kiss on Liam's nape, making him shivered. Those lips continued to talk even when they're on his skin. "Do you want people to know you're laying with another alpha male? You shouldn't give me this much freedom."

Liam finally got the courage to pour the batter for the second pancake. Movement gave him time to think of an answer while he's not being actively distracted by the lips grazing his bareback.

Slender fingers played around his waistband before moving around his torso. Mar hugged Liam from behind, and the blond alpha is pretty sure his blush is uncontrollable at this point. He's making breakfast, and his best friend is holding him from behind while violin music is playing in the background. This is so domestic...

"I..." Liam sighed before he let his free hand touch the slender fingers locking together just underneath his belly button. "I'm not sure. If you want to make our... Relationship public, then it's your choice."

Our relationship? Their relationship? What is their relationship? Are they still friends? Sure, they did some stuff last night, but would it make Mar more than his best friend? Or are they just friends with benefits now?

Sure, Liam wanted to ruin their friendship, and he stated that clearly. He wanted to ruin their friendship, they should be lovers instead. However, the platinum blond alpha never told Mar that he wanted to mate with him. Mar didn't say anything about that either.

Fuck... The taller alpha took in a deep breath when the black haired alpha did say anything for a while.

Even if they're friends with benefits, at least Liam has a taste of what it would be like to be his—

"Hah..." Mar's chest was pressed up against Liam's back and began vibrating from laughter. "So we're an item now? What did I do to deserve you? You're too good, Liam."

The party from last night hit Liam's mind, and Mar's exact words dawned on him. "You're my entire world," said his drunk best friend, "Where would I be without you?" The alpha didn't take it to heart back then, but now...

His heartbeat quickened in his chest, which will definitely be noticed by the black haired alpha. Just from the thought of Mar liking him back...

"You deserve the world." Liam breathed out. "I'll make sure of it."

"You're a saint. My saint." Mar smirked, making Liam felt every millimeter of his wonderful lips. "Let's see how long until people figure out what we did. We don't have to be secretive about it."

Liam flipped the pancake just in time, then he held the hands holding his abdomen.

He's Mar's saint, and Mar is his god.