#grillbycest

Something Fellby had realized over the few years he’d shared air with his...stuck up alternate, was that Grillby was a flame of few words. He’d speak when he thought he had something to say or contribute to the conversation, but for the most part he was silent, using the help of his regulars to get his point across to customers.

Fellby had always been proud of his voice. Crackling like a bonfire, loud and brash and everything that Grillby’s wasn’t. It was like the difference between a roaring wildfire and a flickering candle. He made his wishes clear and if the offending party didn’t comply they were thrown out on their ass.

His jacket rustled around him as he stepped into the apartment he shared with his quiet companion, though the usual, homey silence was stifling. Sniffing in derision at the scent of sweets in the air, he padded to the kitchen, already prepared for the incoming mess. He was all but assaulted by the scent of burnt chocolate as he entered the large kitchen, finding a still, silent Grillby sitting at the table. A large, lopsided cake sat in front of him, the icing melted in some places, carmelized in others, just plain out burnt in the rest. There were a few pieces cut out of it already, though the vast majority of it remained.

Rubbing at his face for a moment, Fellby took in the utter disaster area the kitchen had become in the four or so hours Grillby had been home before shucking off his coat. Tossing it on the back of a chair, he began cleaning up the mess. Dishes were tossed in sudsy water, the pots and pans with crusted icing and batter stacked beside the sink. A scratch pad was retrieved from under the sink and soaked in the water just long enough to soak up the soap before Fellby began working vigorously on the burnt and spilled batter that littered the stove, walls, and counter.

Once every surface all but shined from the force of his scrubbing, he nodded, satisfied. The dishes were done with a similar enthusiasm, until the kitchen was finally as immaculate as they prefered it.  Now for the hard part.

Turning back to Grillby, he noticed that yet another piece of the atrocity of a cake was gone. He knew from experience that attempting to throw it away would do more harm than good. So, rather than even addressing the fact that the monstrocity existed, he put both hands under Grillby’s arms and lifted. The other moved almost mechanically, allowing himself to be lead away from the table and through the living room, past the first few doors in the hall until they reached the room they shared. Fellby kicked the door open before guiding Grillby through.

It was a simple matter to peel him out of his work shirt, Fellby only removing Grillby’s belt and glasses before he nudged him into the bed. Grillby curled almost automatically onto his side, allowing Fellby to pull him to his chest after he’d climbed up himself.

“Go to sleep, asshole. I’ve got you.” Fellby grumbled, pulling him close. Grillby nodded faintly, eyes closing as he let himself relax. Nuzzling the top if his head once he was sure he was asleep, Fellby relaxed himself.