"I know you aren't going to eat that." Hayden said with disgust.

Don stood up, cookie in his hand. A cookie that had fallen to the floor and rolled, bounced, and flipped away from its master's hands. He shrugged. "Five second rule."

"That was way more than five seconds." Hayden crossed his arms.

Don shrugged again. "Thirty second rule."

Hayden scoffed and reached for the cookie, planning to throw it away. "More like a minute."

Don sidestepped Hayden and went to eat the poor little cookie. "Alright. One minute rule."

Hayden grabbed Don's hand and wrestled it away from his boyfriend's mouth. "You cannot keep changing the rule to suit your needs!"

Don growled and kicked at Hayden's shin. "Hell yeah I can, and I will!"

Hayden grabbed his boyfriend's flailing arm.

"It's the last pumpkin spice cookie I got-"

Don closed his hand around the cookie and elbowed Hayden.

"-from your bakery this morning!"

Hayden took the blow and used Don's imbalance to flip him around, effectively locking Don into a tight embrace using his own arms.

"I have been waiting for this moment! You shan't take it from me!" Don snapped, trying to wriggle out of his predicament.

Hayden finally got the, now destroyed, cookie out of Don's iron grip and took a moment to pride himself on his feat. That proved to be the wrong thing to do, for, in that same moment, Don aimed a mighty head butt to Hayden's forehead, freeing himself and dazing Hayden. As Hayden was trying to get rid of the stars that swarmed his vision and stop himself from choking on his boyfriend's hair, Don took the opportunity to grab his precious cookie and run out of the store, shoving people out of the way with a loud "Move, bitch! Get out the way!" The bystanders looked scared and confused. A few shook their heads with mutters of "Boys will be boys." before walking away. Others had their phones out, videotaping the whole exchange.

Once Hayden got his bearings, he ran after Don, not caring that people weren't minding their own business. There was no way he would let Don eat that disease ridden cookie and get sick, because he was not taking off any more time from work to handle a sick (read: Satan incarnated) boyfriend.

"Don!" He yelled. "Don't be stupid!"

Don either didn't hear him or ignored him. He, instead shoved the cookie in his mouth with an air of triumph. However, one should not run and eat food at the same time, especially not in a crowded area.

Don had been running and had looked back to see how far away Hayden was. In the middle of an exhale, at that crucial moment when the flap, that prevents things from going into your lungs while you eat, opened, Don turned around and almost ran over an elderly couple. In surprise, he gasped and, in that moment, the cookie found its way into his airway. Immediately, Don's brain sent a message to his lungs and the muscles surrounding it to go into Code Red. The result: Don bent over, one hand on his chest and the other gripping his hip for support, and started choking. He saw stars and his vision faded in and out. All noise ceased, except for the pitiful gasps and coughs that escaped his lips, in an attempt to save his life. He could feel his heart pounding with an extra effort due to the rush of adrenaline and lungs burned as he felt little crumbs and saliva slide down the tube.

Had it not been for Hayden, Don would've gone into panic mode and hyperventilated, but Hayden was there and he immediately used the Heimlich maneouvre to save his boyfriend. After a few moments, Don was finally able to cough up the food and, in relief, he sucked in (relatively) clean air greedily. He continued to gasp and cough and tears ran down his face from the exertion he had been through. He was shaking and Hayden pulled him into a hug.

"M-my... food!" He gasped out. He still did not have enough air for full sentences and his voice faded on the word food.

Hayden rubbed his back comfortingly. "I know."

"Glori... food!" He moaned. In front of them, a passing janitor grimaced at the congealed food on the floor and mopped it up. Don made a sound of pure agony.

"... Your fault." Hayden deadpanned. Don made a noncommittal noise.

"I told you so." Hayden said, again, in monotone. Don glared at him. He still did not have enough air to attempt a debate.

"Let's go home." Don didn't even fight Hayden as they went to the car. Hayden made a mental note, as he watched random strangers watch him and Don, to never go back to that store again.

TBC...

Another chapter, brought to you by le Frennie. I have yet to figure out grammar or how to end a scene. I feel it (lit. translation of the spanish "lo siento" which is commonly used as a mean of expressing feelings of guilt and/or pity).

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