Fuck, fuck, fuck. Charles was sooo fucked.

A little bit of context. Charles was a chief. Everyone's favorite chief. But he wasn't really the one who cooked. It was his best friend Alex who was the best cook in the world. Charles him ... well he succeded to burn the water when he was cooking pasta. Yeah, he was a beautiful disaster. And one day, just for fun with Alex they tried to make a fake video where it was Charles in front of the cameras. It simply exploded. Because he was cute and because Alex was a genius.

But all of this was lies and bullshit for the camera, even if Charles still had to work a lot and he was on the nerves. So, Alexander forced him to go on a blind date. The Monegasque had whined, moaned and begged but it was more an order than a demand.

But when Charles arrived to the blind date, he had hallucinated, the man in front of him , Pierre was the most beautiful man in the whole world. Fluffy brown hair, Icelandic blue eyes, sharp jaws and Charles didn't know that he was into facial hair but he was. He wanted to rub himself against it like a damn cat.

And obviously, they wanted to go to another date and Pierre even said that he wanted Charles to cook with him. And well, Charles accepted.

Now, the big problem was : How the fuck would he succeed to keep the secret from the sport journalist.

"Alex. I need you to teach me how to cook in two days." Charles had said to his best friend who accepted.