Bake N' Date

It was a nice spring afternoon in the heart of the downtown area. It was Sam's day off, and what better way to spend it than eating donuts with his boyfriend, Aaron? The two of them had eaten cannabis gummies about an hour prior, and the effects have very much kicked in. Their respective thought processes were slower, leaving them in a calm state of mind, and very hungry.

"You ready to blaze n' glaze, babe?" Sam asked, Aaron's hand in his.

"Hell yeah, let's do it!!" Aaron was giddy yet zen. 

The donut shop had various donuts on display at the front counter, from French cruelers, to Boston creme pies, to specialty donuts exclusive to this specific shop. "Oh babe, let's get a baker's dozen!!" Sam suggested, thinking they could easily split six-and-a-half donuts between the two in their stoner state.

"I'm down for that." Aaron replied. 

"Pick your 6, er um 7." Sam told him, giving Aaron the privilege of the extra donut. 

"Holy shit. That's a lot of donuts." Aaron was mildly hesitant. He was the type that barely finished whole meals on his own, at least when sober. When stoned, however, he could eat at least half a pizza or more by himself if he wanted to. Whereas Sam had actually eaten a pizza on his own while stoned off his ass before.

"You not feeling the munchies, babe?"

"Yeah."

"'Yeah' as in nah?"

"What?"

"You hungry, Bunny Bae?"

"Yeah. But I dunno about 7."

"Whatever you don't eat, we can have for munchies later."

"Hell yeah." 

Sam chuckled, "Pick your poisons. My treat!"

"They better not poison mah donuts!!" Aaron joked.

The two of them took several minutes figuring out what donuts to get and put together their list. Once they ordered and acquired the boxed goods, as well as a few coffees, Aaron found them a booth they could sit in. Sam pulled Aaron in close, wrapping an arm around him, before giving him a sweet little peck on the cheek. Aaron felt calm and safe enough with Sam that the two could be affectionate in public. Sam took zero shit from homophobes, and could fight back when sober.

"A toast!!" Sam held up a donut, "Cheers babe." Aaron replied, pressing his donut against Sam's.

Sam took a large bite out of a jelly-filled donut, and a large glob of fruity filling popped out the other side. This threw Aaron into a giggle fit. Sam tried stuffing the jelly back into the donut, and watching it only made Aaron laugh harder.

"Do you find this funny, bunny boy?" Sassed playfully.

Aaron kept laughing. "Yeah." He uttered before falling back into a giggle fit.

"Oh yeah." Aaron got so distracted by Sam's blunder that he forgot to eat his own donut. It was a fruit-filled donut with red icing and a cherry on top. "Hey, Sam look. I'm gonna pop this cherry." He joked, waiting for Sam's attention before popping it into his mouth. Sam giggled at Aaron's little joke. "That's gay,"

"You're gay." Aaron retorted playfully.

"Not as gay as you."

"Oh yeah?"

"No you."

"No me what?"

"What?"

Aaron giggled a bit, munching on the actual donut. "Mmmm!! It's so good!!" The cherry flavor struck his tongue from all directions. "Best donut ever." 

"Oh yeah?" Sam raised an eyebrow. He swooped in for a nibble of Aaron's donut,

"You motherfucker." 

"That's 'fatherfucker' to you." Sam corrected, making Aaron laugh. 

"Gaaaaaaaaaaay." Aaron replied.

"Here, take a bite of this." Sam held up a donut with yellow icing, "It's mango."

"Oh hell yeah!!" Aaron immediately took a bite. "Holy shit that's good!"

"Best donut they have." Sam stated. He loved anything mango-related, in both flavor and how it could make a high last longer.

"Cherry's better." Aaron assessed, digging back into his own donut.

"Yours is pretty fucking bomb, not gonna lie. Ya can't just top mango though."

Aaron grabbed a fresh donut and started pressing it against Sam's mango donut. "It's being topped right now."

Sam burst into laughter. He snorted and it threw Aaron into a laughing fit along with him.

A lady with two kids was staring at the duo with disgust. Annoyed at their shameless language.

"Oh shit, I think we pissed off a soccer mom." Sam whispered to Aaron, snickering in amusement. 

"We should use our ASMR voices." Aaron whispered jokingly.

"Jesus Christ, Aaron." Sam whispered back. ASMR wasn't his cup of tea; the constant whispers were uncomfortable for him to listen to.

After a few more minutes, something dawned on Aaron. "Does really it count as a 'blaze n glaze' if we ate gummies?"

Sam's eyes widened by a small margin. "Kinda?"

"Blaze means smoke, right?"

"Shiet you right. One more donut and we'll head back and smoke a bowl."

"I'm down."

The rest of the date went off without a hitch. The baked couple managed to eat most of what they ordered.