Oops. @izzybutt, my hand slipped.
When Locus pushed open the door to the apartment, he stopped at the smell of food. Good smelling food. Which meant, of course, that it was Mason that was cooking because Isaac couldn’t boil water.
He kicked the door closed with his boot and turned the corner to the kitchen. Three plates sat at the table, all of them heaped with what looked to be risotto and shrimp carefully stacked on top, a bottle of white wine was chilling in a bucket, and there was a new tablecloth, bright red and obviously new - Isaac would have ruined something so nice by now if it weren’t.
Mason was crouched in front of the oven, peering through the window at whatever was baking inside. He was dressed nicely in dark jeans and a deep violet shirt with the sleeves rolled up but it was covered by the specially made purple apron Isaac had got him for his birthday with “let me “Wu” you” emblazoned on the front. He turned as Locus entered, straightening out of his crouch and smiling at his partner.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Mason beamed, sweeping his arm at the table grandly.
Locus hummed, moving forward to lean down and press a kiss to Mason’s temple. “It smells good. These are for you,” he said, holding out the bouquet of flowers he’d picked out for Mason - purple tulips, his favorite if Locus remembered right. Which he did.
Mason sniffed them with a grin as he carried them to the table. “Get me a vase, would you? I’ll put them in the center with Isaac’s.”
Locus reached into the cupboard above the fridge, plucking out the lone vase and filling it with water. Mason stacked his flowers in there and then reached for the second bouquet in Locus’ hands - orange lilies for Isaac - and set those in with the tulips.
“Brightens up the place, I think,” Mason said, looking pleased with his work.
“It looks good. Where’s Isaac?” Locus asked as the buzzer went off for the oven. Mason tugged the door open and pulled out some kind of pie crust.
“Don’t know. I haven’t seen him since this morning when I went out to get groceries for dinner.” He must have noticed Locus’ curious glances at the crust when he turned to the fridge. “It’s going to be a chocolate cream pie. I have to add layers,” Mason said, his voice far too amused at Locus’ look. “It’ll take me a couple of minutes. Call him and tell him to get his boney ass home.”
Locus chuckled but he pulled out his phone and dialed his partner’s number. It rang and then, very quietly, Locus could hear the ringtone Isaac had picked out for him playing from somewhere in the apartment. He and Mason shared a confused look until there was a voice in Locus’ ear.
“Well, happy Valentine’s to you too, Sammy,” Isaac purred over the line.
“Isaac? Are you in the apartment?” Locus asked, already heading for their room with Mason at his heels.
“Maybe.” The word was long, drawn out, and the duo could hear it through the bedroom door as they got closer.
Locus pushed the door open and they looked inside. There, laying across the king bed, was Isaac with his phone pressed to his ear.
He was also naked. Very, very naked.
Their partner hung up with a grin and waggled his fingers at the two in greeting.
“Have you been in here all day?” Mason demanded, looking stunned. “I’ve been home! I’ve been cooking all day and you didn’t come out once?”
“Uh hello? Haven’t you ever heard of a ‘Valentine’s Day surprise’? It’s called a surprise for a reason, Mase. Geez,” Isaac grumbled with a roll of his eyes. “Now, get over here. I’ve been waiting. All. Day.”
Locus chuckled as Mason sputtered and gestured out into the hall. “No! I made dinner, Isaac. It’ll get cold-”
“-Can it be reheated?” Isaac asked, looking unimpressed.
“What? I mean,” Mason frowned, confused by the sudden question, “I guess so-”
“-Good.” Isaac’s face split into a hungry grin. “Then it can wait. Sam? Get the door, yeah?”
Locus rolled his eyes but he felt the corner of his mouth pull up. He pushed the door most of the way closed and wrapped an arm around Mason, leading him towards the bed. Mason protested for another moment before he seemed to realize that it was two against one.
“Fine,” he groaned but there was a smile tugging at his lips as Locus kissed behind his ear and Felix started tugging on his apron, “But you two have to do the dishes afterwards.”
