1AM was the time when Zak rolled over, waking up from a deep sleep the night after a lockdown. What did he wake up to? The soft knocking sound on his hotel room door. The man groaned and looked up at the clock “It's one in the fucking morning,” he groaned, putting his face into the pillow. “Go away!” he said loudly.
He thought that would make the knocking stop...but, no it continued “Son of a bitch, I'm coming” he said as he got out of bed, not bothering to grab a shirt and walked tiredly to the door. When he opened it he was met with the overly cheery face of Nick Groff “Nick?” he questioned, rubbing his eye.
Nick chuckled “You know, Babe, every hotel needs a cookie man,” he said, holding out the small plate of cookies. Zak's expression stayed annoyed as he looked at the plate in his lovers hand.
“There's something wrong with you,” he stated with a monotone voice. Nick just smiled and took a bite of the cookie.
“No, I just missed you, so I made cookies.”
“You missed me...so you made cookies?” he questioned, repeating what Nick had said.
Nick nodded and pushed the plate closer to him, making the older man roll his eyes. His expression softened, he smiled at him and pressed his lips against Nick's. Pulling away, Zak took one of the cookies and took a small bite out of it. “I have milk in the fridge, Cookie Man” he told told him, grabbing Nick's wrist and pulling him inside the room.