Drink with me?

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Michael and Orion had decided to stay at home and cook, Since Michael had brought groceries home. Orion had suffered a small melt down when he had spotted that small packet with the rest of the stuff. However it did worry him a bit more, because he had seen Michael, there was no way Michael was gonna fit. He shook his head and discarded all the petty thoughts and just thought of concentrating on the food and then the good stuff that was coming. Orion felt like he wanted a drink. He would surely have to wait until after the dinner. "Michael?" He called out to Michael who was washing up vegetables. "Yes?" Orion stood up and went inside the kitchen. Michael was wearing a simple white shirt, black pants and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his forearms. Orion stood there standing until Michael turned towards him. He was wearing a new apron which was black and in white script there were words written 'Kiss the Chef' Orion giggled at Michael. "Come do it then." Michael smirked at Orion. Orion's heart picked up it's speed. He hated how feebly his heart reacted to Michael. "I wanted to ask if you want to drink with me?"
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