The Nagger & The Cookies

Darren groaned and grabbed the phone just beside his bed. It's been ringing and ringing nonstop and this way of waking up is pissing him off. Is it really hard to have hours of peace for himself? Tim's been stressing and amusing him for that last tiring hours for looking like a packed sausage in the clothes he borrowed from him yesterday and the day before yesterday and pretty sure for the upcoming days or weeks.

Because it's official. Darren has found the most irritating, shameless, flirty, foul tongue, messy and yet the hottest guest ever!

"Speak" he answered the phone with the most dramatic and fiercest frown ever.

"REN!" Darren huffed and rolled his eyes.

Has it been a month yet? No.

Darren didn't answer and waited for whatever Lily has to tell him early in this morning. He looked at the bedside clock and oops - definitely not early. At least Lily have the decency not to call him at 8 in the morning or something.

"About Atty. Elroy -

"Be sure you have anything good to say about this new lawyer" Darren cut her off. And what Elroy? He knows that surname. Are they perhaps the owner of the Elroy Golds?

"He's the French lawye -

"Moving on. He's fired" Darren sneered.

"Lee told me you never let him finish -

"Lee's over" Darren once again butted in.

"CAN YOU JUST LISTEN?!" Lily shouted, clearly getting pissed off for Darren not letting her finish.

"No!" he glared at the innocent pillow beside him.

"LEE DIDN'T GET THAT LAWYER BECAUSE HE'S NOT AT HOME!"

Darren blinked. Blinked. And blinked again. What?

"Huh?" Darren unconsciously responded. He heard Lily sighed on the other side.

"He's on vacation somewhere the royal family would not disclose the information of." Lily informed.

"Then find him"

"The Royal Family says that he doesn't accept cases when he's on vacation -

"I don't care what the family said. Find him!"

Darren ended the call in impulse when again he heard a loud thud downstairs or was it more like something broke? Yep, something broke followed by a shout of 'fucking bullshit'.

Darren rushed downstairs, in haste, worry, annoyance, and everything he can feel at the moment because of his sleep's disturbance and sure of another of Tim's antics to turn him into a bumbling bumpkin!

Darren gaped at the situation he found in the kitchen. He was wrong. Something didn't broke. Everything broke! Everything! Everything's messy! There was baking powder everywhere, glasses and bowls at every corner and a certain messy faced Tim stood in the middle looking innocent and yet sheepish.

"What in the name of my gorgeous body happened in here?!" he asked in tone of anger, annoyance, shocked, or surprised, he didn't know! This is outrageous!

Tim grinned and whistled. "Uh... you fuckin' see -

"Yes I see! And how did you even managed to DO THAT?!" he glared and pointed at the egg yolk that fell from the ceiling. The CEILING!

Tim smiled and scratched the back of his neck with his powder-covered hand. And yet he still look handsome but a little more adorable with his apron, fitted shirt, powdered face, arms, and hair.

"I was fucking trying to bake -

"No you're not! You're trying to break everything that isn't yours!" he cut him off and he looked at the materials Tim used.

"And why are there too many bowls used? And t-that...that bowl you broke! Is this even baking? No!" he complained but Tim wasn't even focusing on what he's saying because he's visibly checking him out. Again, shameless!

Tim whistled and smiled. "Did you come from hell? Because you're fucking hot"

Darren stilled in his spot. Suddenly remembering he's not wearing any decent clothes but a sexy nightdress he was sure he really looks good in because why not? And Tim's right, he's hot.

But this isn't appropriate! His body is a temple! And Tim isn't what Darren wants for a worshipper!

Darren managed not to show his faltered emotions in his face. He raised an eyebrow pointedly, "Fix and clean this mess! How can you even pay for what you broke? You came here, asking for a place to stay and now you're touching things as if it's yours?"

Tim tilted his head as he stared at Darren's rambling. "What's next? Are you going to burn down the house and leave as if you didn't do anything? Or are you going on record and break the living room, then the bedrooms then the garde -

Darren was cut off when by a 'ting' sound. Tim abruptly turned around to take a look at the baking oven and gave Darren a heavenly view. And here comes his intrusive thoughts, true he looks like a packed sausage with how fitted his clothes are to him but it hugged his arse better and looking at it right now gave him of what he can call a nice bubble carved butt which unfortunately looks better than his own.

What a sucker.

"Hell yeah" Darren watched Tim who turned around holding a tray of freshly baked cookies who actually smells better than it looks.

Tim winked at him and offered the cookies.

"A payment of my damn intrusion" Tim said, Darren rolled his eyes.

"How can I be sure you didn't put any poison in this?" he paused. "And what? Your payment? Your...payment? How can this be your payment when all the things you used are mine? And you broke a bowl! And mess my kitchen! And -

"Stop nagging. Just try my fuckin' delicious cookies" Tim intervened and Darren glared at him.

"My cookies cutie. They are the motherfuckers and hella good" He added.

"THE KITCHEN!" Darren frowned.

"You're such a nagger. Loosen up or you want me to do that to you?" Tim smirked and Darren nearly took the offer.

Darren just huffed and took one and examined it. It looks like fat bear of some sort, with face chubby and round and body even rounder and with small feet.

"You sure this can qualify as a cookie? Or even food for that matter?" Darren criticized meanly.

"Why the fuck not? It's cute, smells nice, and tastes the best." Tim shrugged, already chewing one and seemingly enjoying it.

Darren took a bite. And held his tongue back.

Because yes, yes, yes, yes, it tastes the best.

Okay, maybe add an amazing baker to Tim's description too.