Free Story: Cake

by Sylvia A. Winters

Here’s a free story for you all. I wrote this a few weeks ago and planned to post it on my birthday, but never got around to it. To be honest, I’d completely forgotten about until I went through my documents.

Word Count: 1182
Genre: M/M Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: When a strange green creature bursts out of Dreyan’s birthday cake and offers to grant him a wish, Dreyan thinks he might finally have a chance with the man of his dreams.

 

Dreyan had heard of people hiring strippers to burst out of cakes before, but he was pretty sure the creature in front of him was no stripper. He peered through glasses smeared liberally with icing at the small, green creature in front of him, also covered in icing and bits of sponge, eating its way through a slice as big as its own head.

“Uhm, excuse me?” Dreyan cleared his throat. “But who are you and what are you doing in my cake.”

The creature turned its head to look at him, its eyes black and beady, like little beetles sitting in its face. “‘Smy cake now,” it said, its voice a harsh crackle. “Payment, see.”

“Riiight… But, payment for what?”

“For the wishes.”

The creature—whatever it was—seemed to be being deliberately frustrating, and Dreyan wanted to wipe the spiky-toothed little grin right off its face. “What wishes?” he gritted out.

The creature sighed, as if Dreyan was being incredibly stupid. “Your wishes, stupid. Your birthday, your cake, your wishes. Get me?”

“But I didn’t ask for any wishes …” Dreyan had a bad feeling about this. His mother had always taught him not to take sweets from a stranger, and he rather thought that probably went double—or triple—for wishes.

“Look, mate. I’m just here ’cause I’ve been told to, okay. Just make the damned wishes so I can get back home to my wife and kids, yeah?”

“Well, who told you to be here then?” Dreyan was thoroughly confused—he didn’t even know what this little green man-thing was, let alone who would have sent it with his cake. Of course! He could have hit himself—the cake! The only person he knew that would bother with something like that was Lani, and it would be just like Lani to put some trickster goblin-like thing inside it to weird him out too.

“Some bloke. Tall, dark hair, lives here. You should know.”

Yep, that was Lani all right, Dreyan’s long-suffering flatmate, and the love of Dreyan’s life (not that Lani knew that yet). But maybe he could know. All it would take was one little wish, and Dreyan wouldn’t have to fear rejection, or awkwardness, or anything really. Lani would come after him.

No, that was stupid. Dreyan wasn’t a complete idiot. “I don’t want any wishes,” he said, firmly. Because he really, really didn’t. He’d heard stories of people who wished for love and had it turn on them, curdle into something obsessive and ugly. Hell, he’d known a guy at school who’d once wished for a bowl of profiteroles and caught food poisoning from them.

“Oh for—” the creature grimaced. “Well, I can see you’ve made up your mind. I get my pay anyway so it’s no skin of my nose. Although you should know your friend wasn’t quite so stuffy about it.”

Dreyan’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“He made a wish, didn’t he?”

No, no way Lani would do that. He wasn’t stupid—hell, he prided himself on being intelligent, and maybe he was never as smart as he thought he was, but he wasn’t stupid. “What wish did he make?” Dreyan asked, slowly, hardly wanting to know the answer. God, he hoped it hadn’t gone bad.

“He was pretty boring, really. Went with the standard. Requited love.”

“Love?” Why would Lani wish for love? Lani wasn’t in love with anybody, and as far as Dreyan knew, he never had been. Unless … No. He couldn’t hope for that.

“Wow, you really are stupid, ain’tcha? He wanted you to love him.”

Dreyan felt his heart constrict.

“‘course. Not much I could do, since you already did.”

“No, but I bet you charged him for it anyway, didn’t you?”

“‘course. I got my reputation, ain’t I?.”

Fuck. Lani loved him? How was that even … It had been months, months and Lani hadn’t once shown any interest in Dreyan as anything other than a friend and flatmate. And Dreyan had been paying pretty close attention too.

He closed his eyes, trying to regain some sense of reality, and when he opened them again the green creature was gone, leaving behind a mush of destroyed birthday cake.

Lani loved him?

There was a the sound of a key turning in the lock, and Dreyan stilled, holding his breath. It could only be one person, he knew, and god, he wasn’t ready, he so wasn’t ready for this and—wait, Lani had tried to make him love him? Against his free will? Fuck, how could he be—

“How could you be so stupid?” he said as Lani walked in the room.

Really, the look on his face was priceless, as he took in the remains of the cake, the look on Dreyan’s face.

“That bastard double-crossed me, didn’t he? Fuck.”

“I can’t believe you wished for that! Christ, don’t you know how badly that could have gone? What if I didn’t want to love you? How fucking selfish are you?” He firmly ignored the fact that he had—briefly—considered doing exactly the same thing to Lani.

“I just … Fuck. Drey, I’m sorry. I just … you don’t know what it’s been like.”

I don’t know? Christ, Lani, are you blind or just a complete moron?”

“What?” Lani’s mouth hung open, and his eyes glistened like he was on the verge of crying.

Dreyan sighed, and took a step forward, reached out and grabbed Lani’s wrist. “I already loved you, you idiot.”

“You did?”

“Yes. I’ve loved you for months, practically since the day I moved in here.”

“Shit … I didn’t know. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Dreyan smiled then. “Why didn’t you?”

Lani had no answer to that, and a small smile crept across his face. “You love me, then? Haven’t I fucked it all up?”

Dreyan shook his head. “No, you haven’t. Although you’re lucky I’m so nice.”

“Nice,” Lani chuckled. “Yeah, right.”

Dreyan raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to kiss you or not?”

Lani appeared to think about it for a moment. “I think I do, yeah.”

And they did. Dreyan closed his eyes, closed the distance between them, and it was like the room—the whole world—melted away, and finally, finally, it was just the two of them, together.

“So, do you want to help me clean up this mess?” Dreyan asked as they pulled apart, and laughed as Lani pulled a face.

“Now? Are you serious?”

“Actually, I meant,” he gestured downwards, to himself, covered in cake in icing. “It’s kind of gotten under my clothes somehow.”

Lani laughed, tipping his head right back. “Yeah,” he said at last. “Yeah, actually. Why not?”

 

Dreyan rested his head in the crook of Lani’s shoulder, grimacing as he pulled a bit of icing out of Lani’s hair. Maybe they should have gone for the shower instead. Still, he had no regrets, except maybe not saying anything sooner.

“You know,” Lani said, breaking into Dreyan’s thoughts. “I think we’ve got a lot of making up to do.”