“I’m baking pumpkin pies, and unless you want to help, get the hell out of my kitchen.” And the poly trio please

carisi-dreams:

POLY TRIO MY FAAAAAAVE (except not really because everything is my fave and I can’t ever pick just one favorite…but also…my favorite)

kinda a sequel of this fill 🙂

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“We have to make the tortellini from scratch,” Sonny was arguing with you from the other side of the kitchen. You were lounging against the counter behind you and you raised your wine glass in the air to gesture as you replied.

“Why? It’ll taste the same,” you contradicted, ignoring Sonny’s squawk of indignation. “Seriously. It’s just for us. I could see if we were inviting people over or taking it somewhere, but what is the point of doing all of that work?”

“All of that work!? Store bought tortellini tastes like cardboard and has the consistency of glue once it gets into soup. I refuse to eat that. We have to make them all from scratch,” Sonny asserted firmly.

You rolled your eyes took a sip of your wine as he sliced off a piece of cheese from the board in front of him and paired it with a piece of fresh bread. Sunday was your day that you all meal planned together and everything was almost done for your week so you were planning ahead to the following week. You had seen on the weather report that it was supposed to be rainy so you suggested making some soup, but Sonny and you had gotten stuck over whether or not the tortellini going in the soup had to be handmade or could be store bought.

To your right Nick was working on some pumpkin pies to bring into the office. It was weeks before Thanksgiving, but he insisted on practice making them completely from scratch because he wanted the ones made on Thanksgiving later to be perfect. The aroma of vanilla and cinnamon was wafting through the air and later you’d have to bribe one of them to save a slice for you to bring back home. You opened your mouth for a bite of Sonny’s bread and cheese and although he made a face at you he offered it to you easily enough. You licked his finger unnecessarily, giving him a coquettish look and he ducked his head to try to hide his smile.

“Are you going to make all of the tortellini from scratch?” you asked after you had swallowed. “Because I have a feeling that you’re going to get tired and then try to rope in Nick or I. And since I advocated for store bought you’re going to have to do a lot to convince me to lend you these.” You fluttered your fingers and winked.

“I can think of at least three things off the top of my head that would con—”

“I’m baking pumpkin pies, and unless you want to help, get the hell out of the kitchen,” Nick interrupted Sonny suddenly.

You and Sonny exchanged a look and you raised your eyebrows before setting your wine glass down and turning to look at Nick. He pulling the crust out of the oven that he had blind baked for a few moments and you regarded him curiously. With another glance at Sonny you took a step towards Nick and came up behind him to wrap your arms around his torso.

“I take it you’re sick of us talking about tortellini,” you teased. Your voice was slightly muffled against the softness of the worn t-shirt he was wearing and you felt him sigh.

“I’m trying to concentrate,” he grumbled. “I don’t want to mess these pies up.”

“I thought they were practice,” Sonny pointed out in confusion.

Nick huffed again. “Just because they’re practice doesn’t mean I don’t want them to go well.”

You rolled your eyes, but pressed a kiss against the expanse of Nick’s back. “I bet they’re going to taste perfect. Can’t wait to try a slice,” you started.

“I’m taking them to w—”

“After you take them to work and Sonny sneaks me a piece home,” you interrupted Nick smoothly. “Sonny and I will take our wine and cheese in the other room, get out of your hair.” You let one of your hands trail down Nick’s front and ghost against his crotch. “When you’re done, come and let us take your mind off of these pies, hmm?”

Nick’s breathing deepened a little bit and you could tell that he wasn’t really that annoyed with you or Sonny. You smiled in response and reached up to press a kiss to the back of his neck before pulling away. Nick caught your wrist before you could back away completely and he turned slightly towards you, pies momentarily forgotten.

“Save me some wine?” he asked with a slightly apologetic expression.

“I’ll be drinking it off of Sonny’s abs when you come in, if you don’t hurry up,” you teased and you slipped out of his grip and swatted his butt lightly before turning to Sonny and exiting the room. Sonny’s muffled laughter followed behind you and you smiled before turning and resuming the conversation about tortellini.