“Operation Morning Scramble is a go,” Beck announced, clapping his hands together.

He grabbed a box of pancake mix and immediately dropped the entire container, sending a white dust into the air.

“Dear God,” Jared muttered in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Sunday morning had started out peacefully. They had woken up mid-morning, had some carnal fun, lazied around cuddling before they decided to get up and have breakfast… just a regular, peaceful weekend.

But the ...