Disclaimer: B&S/K&S aren't mine. Written with love, not for money
Summmary: Uhm... Panic in the kitchen. Just a short story.
Kevin watches how Scotty maneuvers around in the restaurant. Like a dancer he snakes between tables, graciously putting drinks and plates on the table. Then he disappears into the kitchen again and finishes some more plates, only to rush out again. Kevin frowns.
As much as he loves to watch Scotty work – after all, to him his husband is still one of the most beautiful men on Earth - Scotty should actually be in the kitchen and not helping out with serving drinks or food. Then he can see Angie rush in, hang up her coat, tie up her hair and run off to the nearest cooking-place.
Scotty lets out a sigh of relief when he sees that Angie has arrived. At the same time, Kevin sees Justin enter and take place behind the bar, relieving Mark, who puts on an apron and starts to serve drinks for the restaurant area. Scotty gives a grateful nod to both Mark and Justin and is on his way back to the kitchen, when Kevin can intercept him.
“What happened? Why are you running around like that?”
“My head-waiter, Johnno, hurt his foot in the kitchen. I feared something might be broken, because he nearly passed out, when he tried to put his weight on his foot again, so I sent Heidi to take him to hospital.
Normally, this is a quiet evening, so it doesn’t matter. Then Heidi calls from the hospital that Johnno’s foot is indeed broken and that she will have to wait until he’s done to get him home. And, naturally, just when I’m two men short, a group of 14 comes in, asking if they could eat here…. So, in panic, I called Angie for help and then Justin.”
“Poor baby.” Kevin says and he pulls Scotty in for a kiss. “Why didn’t you call me? I could have helped?”
“You have an important case tomorrow. I didn’t want to disturb you.” Scotty explains. It earns him another kiss. “I have to get back to work.” Scotty says, not entirely ready to let go of Kevin just yet.
“I’ll watch you just a little longer and then get back to work. Seeing you move amongst the customers, is like watching a ballet-dancer.” Kevin grins. Scotty’s eyes widen.
“Don’t tell me that you …..”
“Oh, no, not me. I never liked ballet that much. Mom used to drag me to Kitty’s ballet-classes…”
“Kitty? Ballet?” Scotty now asks.
“Yes. It took my mother a bit longer to accept what the ballet-teacher saw immediately....”
“Which was?” Scotty has to ask.
“That Kitty had two left feet…. Cemented together in one huge slab of concrete.” Kevin jokes. Scotty laughs out loud, tension now quickly flowing from his body.
“I love you… Thanks. I needed that laugh….”
“You’re welcome. I love you too. Now get back to work…” Kevin steals one more kiss, and though Scotty doesn't want to stop there, he lets Kevin push him gently back towards he kitchen. Scotty waves and gives him a wink. And with that silent promise of more gratitude coming tonight, Kevin returns to his office.