My sexual orientation: this photoset.
I mean, a man with rolled-up sleeves making me bagels? That’s everyone’s sexual orientation, as far as I know.
Harvey’s covered in flour.
Well not covered so much as there are artistic streaks of flour over one cheekbone and up his bare forearms. He’s got his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and honestly, Mike thinks a sight like that might actually be hotter than Harvey naked.
Ok, that’s a little bit farfetched but you get the point.
But Harvey’s covered in flour, that’s the point of this story and Mike’s pretty sure he’s still half asleep at this point.
Harvey’s got a thick strong of dough and he wraps it around his hand, pinches the edges together and lies the circle onto the counter top. Which is also covered in flour. Mike can smell the coffee coming from the bubbling machine. He leans against the doorframe and watches Harvey wrap some more dough around his hand.
“Do you want coffee or are you just going to watch me all morning?” Harvey asks, his voice amused yet Mike can hear the weariness in it as he pushes himself off the doorframe and drops a kiss to Harvey’s shoulder on his way past to the coffee machine. “Pour me some.”
“What time did you get in?” Mike asks, Harvey had sent Mike home at about 2 this morning and Mike doesn’t remember Harvey coming in. Having said that, he’s pretty sure Harvey is still wearing the same shirt that he was yesterday.
“About an hour ago,” Harvey answers, setting another circle of dough onto the floured counter top.
“No sleep?” Mike asks, sliding a mug of coffee next to Harvey and leaning his head on Harvey’s shoulder. He feels Harvey shake his head. “What are you making?”
“Bagels,” Harvey says and reaches back to dust Mike’s nose with his floury finger.
“How Gordon Ramsey of you,” Mike laughs and brushes the flour off his nose. Harvey raises an eyebrow and drops the bagels into a large pan of boiling water. Mike makes his way around the counter and leans his forearms against it, his chin in his hands, watching Harvey as he turns the bagels and pulls them out onto a cooling rack. He sprinkles half with poppy seeds and the other half with sesame seeds and slides them into the oven. With that he reaches across the counter and cups his hands around Mike’s face. “Ten minutes…go shower.”
Mike turns his face and kisses Harvey’s palm and heads off into the shower.
When he gets back to the kitchen, the smell of fresh baking is filling the air and Mike’s stomach grumbles loudly as Harvey places a basket of bagels on the table. The table’s filled with cream cheese and coffee, lox and capers, fresh fruit and butter and Mike grins up at Harvey as Harvey places a sesame bagel on Mike’s plate.
Mike splits it and piles on the cream cheese and lox, he flicks the capers off though and grins at Harvey and he squashes the top back onto it.
One bite though, one bite is enough to convince Mike he’s hopelessly in love with Harvey.
“Oh my god, I love you,” Mike groans around a mouthful and Harvey freezes for a second before raises an eyebrow again. “Um…”
“Love you too,” Harvey says simply and Mike blinks, then grins, and swallows his mouthful.
“Eat your breakfast.”
…is it made of people?
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I’m a bisexual, cis male.
I like other bisexual cis males, but I also like homosexual cis males, and heterosexual cis males and bisexual/homosexual/heterosexual trans males too.
But I also like bisexual cis females, and homosexual cis females and heterosexual cis females and bisexual/homosexual/heterosexual trans females.
I’ve also been known to like a few gender-neutral/fluid people too.. The good thing about being a bisexual, is that gender isn’t the most important aspect of a relationship, before gender comes love. And I think, for that reason, bisexuality is beautiful.
it’s another one of those things that people who are not bisexual don’t understand. another thing they almost seem to see backwards. it isn’t that bisexuals are "gender-blind" or "don’t see gender" or all those other trite remarks. of course we do. and to each person or maybe just in different situations, it plays some role
it’s that sex/gender and/or gender presentation are just another thing about someone, they aren’t automatic "deal-breakers" as they can be for monosexual people.
I’ve recently decided to freeze myself to -273℃. My friends think I’ll die, but I’ll be 0K.
The Eighth Doctor trolling his brother Braxiatel, because Brax does so much trolling of his own, it’s only fair. It’s a crime that we barely get hints at their relationship. Stuff like Eight giving him socks for Christmas, that’s it.