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asphaltcowgrrlTitle:Crocolicious
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,535
Summary: Zayne receives a package from his mother in Texas and decides that its contents make for some very well-deserved payback where the narco is concerned.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. My prompt is in the note from Zayne’s mother (as read by Andy).
Follow up to this.
“A box arrived for you from UPS, Zayne,” Andrej said, head stuck through Zayne’s open bedroom door.
The cowboy sat up, eyes wide. “Does it have a return address on it?”
“It does,” Andrej confirmed, smiling. “I believe it’s from your mother.”
“Yes,” he squealed, leaping out of bed and running for the living room. “Ah, she never disappoints.”
Zayne lifted the box off the coffee table and carried it into the kitchen. Setting it down on the counter, he dug out the knife he always carried in his pocket and slit the tape. He pulled a couple layers of insulated padding off the top and tossed them to the floor beside him.
“Hey,” Andrej scolded. “Don’t throw trash onto my floor. I just mopped it.”
“Sorry,” Zayne said. “I promise to clean it up once I get the box emptied.
“I’m holding you to that,” he said, serious. It made Andrej a little crazy when they made a mess of his clean kitchen.
Grinning, Zayne turned back to the box.
“Is it from your mother, Zayne?” Andrej pointed in the direction of the package.
“Yes,” he said, a little boy at Christmas grin on his face. “And look what she sent me.”
Andrej came closer and looked into the box. “I don’t understand. It looks like… meat?”
“Yeah,” he said, giving Andrej a happy look before going back to the box. “Lots of it, too.”
So he had noticed. A small pile of meat packed in sealed plastic was currently growing on his countertop. There were a few things that looked like steaks, some that looked like ground beef, and then… sausages? “Zayne?”
“Yeah, baby?” He started to divide the packages into several smaller piles, putting like with like or so it looked.
“What is all this?” And, more to the point, why was it all in his kitchen? By nature, he wasn’t a meat eater, although he knew that both Zayne and Jay thrived on the stuff. Even so, who needed this much food?
Reyes looked up from his sorting and frowned. “It’s venison,” Zayne said, tone stating that it should be obvious. “Venison loin, chops, and sausages. This,” he said, pointing to the pile of ground whatever, “is boar. And wait...” He picked up an odd looking package of sausages and turned it over, reading the label. “Gator?”
“What is a gator, Zayne?” English was a strange language and sometimes it left him stymied.
“Gator,” James said, coming into the kitchen. “As in alligator, Andy. Why do you ask?”
Andrej pointed in Zayne’s direction.
Holding up the package of sausages, Zayne showed him the label. “Gator sausage, narco. You hungry?”
“Um,” James hedged, looking from the package in Zayne’s hands to his boyfriend. “Not really?”
“Aw, come on, James. You eat stinky tofu but won’t try gator sausage? Where’s your sense of adventure?” Reyes rolled his eyes at the ginger.
“I left it in the Florida swamps,” the redhead deadpanned. “Where on earth did you get gator sausage from, cowboy?”
“His mother,” Andrej supplied. “Along with assorted venison and boar. But where his mother came by it, I do not know.” Or understand, but he refrained from saying that much. There were some things he did not need to know.
“How redneck is your family, Zayne?” James was smiling as he shook his head. “Or am I better off not asking?”
“Ah,” Zayne said, flushing slightly. “Would you think less of me if I said my father and brother killed the deer and the boar themselves?”
“I wouldn’t settle for less,” James said. “Hunting deer is pretty popular with the people I grew up with. And the gator?”
“That I have no idea where it came from,” Zayne laughed. “Not many alligators in my part of Texas.”
“You will have to ask your mother when you call her to thank her for this… bounty,” Andrej suggested. “Can all of this be frozen? I’m not sure even you two carnivores can eat this much meat before it spoils.”
“Yep,” Zayne said, tapping the package nearest him. “That’s why mama sends it packaged like this. Ready to cook or pop in the deep freeze.”
“You eat this stuff?” James picked up a venison steak by a plastic corner.
“Of course I do,” Zayne said, looking affronted. “What else would I do with it? Never mind, don’t answer that,” he grinned. “Venison is good. You might even like the boar, although that can be a bit of an acquired taste.”
“And the gator,” James repeated himself.
“Don’t know, never had it before.” He looked away from the sausages and up at the redhead. “How about we send Andy for cole slaw and potato salad while you and I grill up some gator?”
James’ face warped through several emotions. “How about not? I’m willing to try the venison, it’s something I’ve always been curious about but the gator…”
Spying a piece of stationery on the counter beside the meat, Andrej picked it up and read, ignoring his bickering boyfriends. "Gator sausage is a little fishy-tasting for some gourmets, but experts agree that it's better to bite into one of them than have it be the other way around."
“Can’t argue with that,” Zayne said, taking the paper from Andrej. “Mama’s words of wisdom, I see. So, you game, Jay?”
“And to think you make fun of Andy’s old world proverbs,” James pointed out. “But you’re serious? About cooking that gator?”
He shrugged. “They’re sausages, what else would I do with them?”
“Feed ‘em to the dog,” James suggested.
“We don’t have a dog,” Zayne said.
“There’s a stray cat that wanders through the back yard now and then,” James said. “You could leave the gator for the cat. I’m sure she’d love a good meal. Poor thing’s rather scrawny.”
Andrej kept quiet. He left a bowl of water and another of food on the side of the house for that particular feline. After finding her in the yard one morning, crying from hunger, he’d felt guilty enough to buy a bag of cat food and had been feeding her ever since. Jay might think she looked ragged, but she’d rebounded quite well from where she’d been when he first saw her two months ago.
“You going to the store or what,” Zayne asked, bringing Andrej back to the conversation.
“If that is what you require of me, I will go to the store,” he said, watching both of his men.
“Good,” Zayne said. “It’s gator sausages for dinner! Well, for the narco and I anyway. Get yourself some eggplant or something.”
“You’re so generous, Zayne,” Andrej said. “Anything else?”
As Zayne rattled off a list of necessary items, Andrej wrote quickly. Buns, eggplant, beer, potato salad, cole slaw, more beer, and maybe something for dessert. Looking over the list, Andrej figured it would have been cheaper in the long run to take them all to a restaurant, but if Zayne wanted to barbeque strange animals, he could. Never had he been more thankful for his near vegetarianism than in that moment. He added club soda to the list because Andrej had a feeling he was going to be in need of something stronger than a beer by the end of the night. It struck him suddenly that, since becoming involved with these two, his once a month bottle of beer had become a nightly thing. Andrej wasn’t sure if that was because he was more at ease and less worried about having a drink regularly or if it was due to the increased stress Jay and Zayne brought into his life.
He scratched out the club soda.
“Is this everything,” Andrej asked. “No? I’m leaving then. Behave while I’m gone.”
When Andrej returned twenty minutes later, Zayne and James were arguing beside the grill. It wasn’t unusual to see the two of them bickering about something or other, but Zayne was waving an extra-long set of tongs at Jay, trying to make a point. From his vantage point on the other side of the glass door, James looked less than convinced.
Opening the door, he poked his head out. “Are you to playing nicely?” It hadn’t looked like it, but then, they took even their playful banter a little too seriously some days.
Zayne turned his head and grinned. “Yeah, of course we are. Why –”
Seeing Reyes was distracted, James lifted the oven mitt off the side of the grill and slapped the Texan in the back of the head with it.
“Ouch,” Zayne yelled, turning around and brandishing his tongs at the redhead. “What was that for?”
James crossed his arms across his chest. “Because you mixed the sausages up and now I don’t know which are the venison and which are the gator, you ass!”
Repressing the smile he felt sneaking onto his face, Andrej shook his head. Leave it to Zayne to pull a stunt like that while he was gone. “That wasn’t very nice, Zayne.” Although, admittedly, it was pretty funny.
Reyes shrugged. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding it in the least. “Did you get your eggplant?”
“No,” Andrej said. “I thought I’d go with something lighter and make stir-fry for myself.” He didn’t want to add that on the off chance Jay didn’t appreciate the sausage, there’d be food enough left for him to eat.
Zayne frowned. “Well, okay if that’s what you want.”
“It will suffice,” Andrej said. “I’m going inside to prepare my meal and your sides.”
From the window over the sink he could see his boys still bickering, but in a more friendly manner than before. Relieved, he turned to start the rice. He was working on the asparagus when the back door opened and James came inside.
“Everything okay, Jay?” The look on his boyfriend’s face was concerning, but he tried not to worry. James had a habit of being a little too serious occasionally.
He shook his head, frown deepening. “I’m not eating some damn gator sausage, Andy.”
Lowering his head, Andrej began slicing the long green stalks on the bias. “You made him eat things he wasn’t comfortable with last week at the Chinese restaurant.”
“He liked all that stuff,” James defended. “And I ordered him some damn noodles, too.”
Andrej stopped slicing and looked up, catching James’ gaze. “He texted after I left asking me to get a package of those cheese filled sausages you like.”
James blinked. “He did?”
“I sure as hell did,” Zayne said, coming up behind James and throwing an arm across his shoulders. “Not everyone likes game meat. I’ve grown up eating venison, wild boar, and pheasant. But for someone not used to it, it can be a bit odd tasting. Gamey, they say, whatever that means. So, I thought it’d be smart to have a backup meal for you, although I have a feeling that’s why this one here’s having stir-fry.”
They book looked at Andrej who gave them an innocent look. “What?” Was it a bad thing he always tried to have a backup plan?
James smiled and leaned into Zayne’s side. “I think you’re beginning to care about me, cowboy.”
“Shh,” Zayne said, giving the redhead a kiss to his temple. “Can’t have a rumor like that getting around.”
“Zayne,” Andrej laughed, “go check on the sausages.”
“And take the cheddarwurst with you,” James suggested.
“Nuh-uh,” Zayne said, waggling a finger in the air. “Not until you’ve tried one of the others first. I’ll happily go grill a couple up for you later if you don’t like the venison.”
“Or the gator.”
“I didn’t cook any of the gator,” Zayne said, disappearing out the back door before James could respond.
“What did he just say?” James looked at Andrej, eyes wide.
“That he pulled the cotton over your eyes, Jay.” He had to admit, he was proud of Zayne right then. It would have been very easy to force James into eating something as unsettling as an alligator sausage, but he’d refrained. Despite the fact he allowed James to believe that he had mixed the sausages up, it showed great maturity on Zayne’s part. Who would have guessed that the biggest child in the department would have it in him?
“Wool,” James corrected. “But I don’t even know what to say. I could have sworn he had a package of each in his hands.”
“I put the gator back when you weren’t looking,” Zayne said, coming into the house again, setting the plate of sausages onto the counter. “Instead, I grabbed an extra package of the venison. Mama only puts three into each pack since I’m usually eating alone. Guess I ought to tell her to start making bigger portions.”
“That remains to be seen, cowboy,” James joked. “You want us to wait for you, Andy?”
He shook his head. “No, go ahead and start. Mine will only take a few minutes.” He liked his veggies nice and crisp, so he only allowed them a short time in the wok. It also gave him a couple minutes of downtime while his boys digested this new level of respect that had developed between them. It started when James took Zayne’s preferences into account on their last date night. That Zayne had James’ preferences in mind tonight, only further cemented their bond.
Maybe one day soon he would ask James again to move in with them.
He looked towards the kitchen and could hear their raised voices, shouting amiably back and forth across the table. It was curious to him that when he was alone with either man, the decibel levels in the house stayed at a more respectable level. On the other hand, every time Zayne and James were in the same room, the volume skyrocketed through the roof and it didn’t matter if they were at home, in a restaurant, or at work. One always amplified the other.
On second thought, maybe he wouldn’t ask James to move in after all. He wasn’t sure if he could handle the headaches.
“Andy,” James shouted from the dining room. “How much longer?”
“No joke, Zek,” Zayne added. “You growing those damn veggies in there?”
Sighing, Andrej put some rice into his bowl, topping it with some of the stir-fried veg in the wok. Yeah, maybe he’d stick with Zayne as a permanent resident and James as the occasional overnight guest. “I’m on my way right now,” he called, unable to hide his smile this time.
“Bring the ketchup,” James called. “This venison shit’s weird!”
“You heathen,” Zayne shouted. “That’s sacrilege!”
Grabbing the ketchup from the fridge, Andrej took his food and joined his boys at the table. “Can you two not have a calm and quiet conversation?” He set the ketchup in front of James and his bowl at his usual seat.
“What do you mean? This is calm and quiet!” Zayne winked at the redhead.
“For us, anyway,” James clarified, returning the flirty wink.
“I do not know about you two sometimes,” Andrej said, sticking his fork into his dinner. Just don’t ever change, he thought.
“Wait,” Zayne said. “You did get dessert, right?”
“Yes, Zayne, I remembered dessert,” Andrej grinned. Please don’t ever change.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,535
Summary: Zayne receives a package from his mother in Texas and decides that its contents make for some very well-deserved payback where the narco is concerned.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at
1_million_words. My prompt is in the note from Zayne’s mother (as read by Andy).Follow up to this.
“A box arrived for you from UPS, Zayne,” Andrej said, head stuck through Zayne’s open bedroom door.
The cowboy sat up, eyes wide. “Does it have a return address on it?”
“It does,” Andrej confirmed, smiling. “I believe it’s from your mother.”
“Yes,” he squealed, leaping out of bed and running for the living room. “Ah, she never disappoints.”
Zayne lifted the box off the coffee table and carried it into the kitchen. Setting it down on the counter, he dug out the knife he always carried in his pocket and slit the tape. He pulled a couple layers of insulated padding off the top and tossed them to the floor beside him.
“Hey,” Andrej scolded. “Don’t throw trash onto my floor. I just mopped it.”
“Sorry,” Zayne said. “I promise to clean it up once I get the box emptied.
“I’m holding you to that,” he said, serious. It made Andrej a little crazy when they made a mess of his clean kitchen.
Grinning, Zayne turned back to the box.
“Is it from your mother, Zayne?” Andrej pointed in the direction of the package.
“Yes,” he said, a little boy at Christmas grin on his face. “And look what she sent me.”
Andrej came closer and looked into the box. “I don’t understand. It looks like… meat?”
“Yeah,” he said, giving Andrej a happy look before going back to the box. “Lots of it, too.”
So he had noticed. A small pile of meat packed in sealed plastic was currently growing on his countertop. There were a few things that looked like steaks, some that looked like ground beef, and then… sausages? “Zayne?”
“Yeah, baby?” He started to divide the packages into several smaller piles, putting like with like or so it looked.
“What is all this?” And, more to the point, why was it all in his kitchen? By nature, he wasn’t a meat eater, although he knew that both Zayne and Jay thrived on the stuff. Even so, who needed this much food?
Reyes looked up from his sorting and frowned. “It’s venison,” Zayne said, tone stating that it should be obvious. “Venison loin, chops, and sausages. This,” he said, pointing to the pile of ground whatever, “is boar. And wait...” He picked up an odd looking package of sausages and turned it over, reading the label. “Gator?”
“What is a gator, Zayne?” English was a strange language and sometimes it left him stymied.
“Gator,” James said, coming into the kitchen. “As in alligator, Andy. Why do you ask?”
Andrej pointed in Zayne’s direction.
Holding up the package of sausages, Zayne showed him the label. “Gator sausage, narco. You hungry?”
“Um,” James hedged, looking from the package in Zayne’s hands to his boyfriend. “Not really?”
“Aw, come on, James. You eat stinky tofu but won’t try gator sausage? Where’s your sense of adventure?” Reyes rolled his eyes at the ginger.
“I left it in the Florida swamps,” the redhead deadpanned. “Where on earth did you get gator sausage from, cowboy?”
“His mother,” Andrej supplied. “Along with assorted venison and boar. But where his mother came by it, I do not know.” Or understand, but he refrained from saying that much. There were some things he did not need to know.
“How redneck is your family, Zayne?” James was smiling as he shook his head. “Or am I better off not asking?”
“Ah,” Zayne said, flushing slightly. “Would you think less of me if I said my father and brother killed the deer and the boar themselves?”
“I wouldn’t settle for less,” James said. “Hunting deer is pretty popular with the people I grew up with. And the gator?”
“That I have no idea where it came from,” Zayne laughed. “Not many alligators in my part of Texas.”
“You will have to ask your mother when you call her to thank her for this… bounty,” Andrej suggested. “Can all of this be frozen? I’m not sure even you two carnivores can eat this much meat before it spoils.”
“Yep,” Zayne said, tapping the package nearest him. “That’s why mama sends it packaged like this. Ready to cook or pop in the deep freeze.”
“You eat this stuff?” James picked up a venison steak by a plastic corner.
“Of course I do,” Zayne said, looking affronted. “What else would I do with it? Never mind, don’t answer that,” he grinned. “Venison is good. You might even like the boar, although that can be a bit of an acquired taste.”
“And the gator,” James repeated himself.
“Don’t know, never had it before.” He looked away from the sausages and up at the redhead. “How about we send Andy for cole slaw and potato salad while you and I grill up some gator?”
James’ face warped through several emotions. “How about not? I’m willing to try the venison, it’s something I’ve always been curious about but the gator…”
Spying a piece of stationery on the counter beside the meat, Andrej picked it up and read, ignoring his bickering boyfriends. "Gator sausage is a little fishy-tasting for some gourmets, but experts agree that it's better to bite into one of them than have it be the other way around."
“Can’t argue with that,” Zayne said, taking the paper from Andrej. “Mama’s words of wisdom, I see. So, you game, Jay?”
“And to think you make fun of Andy’s old world proverbs,” James pointed out. “But you’re serious? About cooking that gator?”
He shrugged. “They’re sausages, what else would I do with them?”
“Feed ‘em to the dog,” James suggested.
“We don’t have a dog,” Zayne said.
“There’s a stray cat that wanders through the back yard now and then,” James said. “You could leave the gator for the cat. I’m sure she’d love a good meal. Poor thing’s rather scrawny.”
Andrej kept quiet. He left a bowl of water and another of food on the side of the house for that particular feline. After finding her in the yard one morning, crying from hunger, he’d felt guilty enough to buy a bag of cat food and had been feeding her ever since. Jay might think she looked ragged, but she’d rebounded quite well from where she’d been when he first saw her two months ago.
“You going to the store or what,” Zayne asked, bringing Andrej back to the conversation.
“If that is what you require of me, I will go to the store,” he said, watching both of his men.
“Good,” Zayne said. “It’s gator sausages for dinner! Well, for the narco and I anyway. Get yourself some eggplant or something.”
“You’re so generous, Zayne,” Andrej said. “Anything else?”
As Zayne rattled off a list of necessary items, Andrej wrote quickly. Buns, eggplant, beer, potato salad, cole slaw, more beer, and maybe something for dessert. Looking over the list, Andrej figured it would have been cheaper in the long run to take them all to a restaurant, but if Zayne wanted to barbeque strange animals, he could. Never had he been more thankful for his near vegetarianism than in that moment. He added club soda to the list because Andrej had a feeling he was going to be in need of something stronger than a beer by the end of the night. It struck him suddenly that, since becoming involved with these two, his once a month bottle of beer had become a nightly thing. Andrej wasn’t sure if that was because he was more at ease and less worried about having a drink regularly or if it was due to the increased stress Jay and Zayne brought into his life.
He scratched out the club soda.
“Is this everything,” Andrej asked. “No? I’m leaving then. Behave while I’m gone.”
When Andrej returned twenty minutes later, Zayne and James were arguing beside the grill. It wasn’t unusual to see the two of them bickering about something or other, but Zayne was waving an extra-long set of tongs at Jay, trying to make a point. From his vantage point on the other side of the glass door, James looked less than convinced.
Opening the door, he poked his head out. “Are you to playing nicely?” It hadn’t looked like it, but then, they took even their playful banter a little too seriously some days.
Zayne turned his head and grinned. “Yeah, of course we are. Why –”
Seeing Reyes was distracted, James lifted the oven mitt off the side of the grill and slapped the Texan in the back of the head with it.
“Ouch,” Zayne yelled, turning around and brandishing his tongs at the redhead. “What was that for?”
James crossed his arms across his chest. “Because you mixed the sausages up and now I don’t know which are the venison and which are the gator, you ass!”
Repressing the smile he felt sneaking onto his face, Andrej shook his head. Leave it to Zayne to pull a stunt like that while he was gone. “That wasn’t very nice, Zayne.” Although, admittedly, it was pretty funny.
Reyes shrugged. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding it in the least. “Did you get your eggplant?”
“No,” Andrej said. “I thought I’d go with something lighter and make stir-fry for myself.” He didn’t want to add that on the off chance Jay didn’t appreciate the sausage, there’d be food enough left for him to eat.
Zayne frowned. “Well, okay if that’s what you want.”
“It will suffice,” Andrej said. “I’m going inside to prepare my meal and your sides.”
From the window over the sink he could see his boys still bickering, but in a more friendly manner than before. Relieved, he turned to start the rice. He was working on the asparagus when the back door opened and James came inside.
“Everything okay, Jay?” The look on his boyfriend’s face was concerning, but he tried not to worry. James had a habit of being a little too serious occasionally.
He shook his head, frown deepening. “I’m not eating some damn gator sausage, Andy.”
Lowering his head, Andrej began slicing the long green stalks on the bias. “You made him eat things he wasn’t comfortable with last week at the Chinese restaurant.”
“He liked all that stuff,” James defended. “And I ordered him some damn noodles, too.”
Andrej stopped slicing and looked up, catching James’ gaze. “He texted after I left asking me to get a package of those cheese filled sausages you like.”
James blinked. “He did?”
“I sure as hell did,” Zayne said, coming up behind James and throwing an arm across his shoulders. “Not everyone likes game meat. I’ve grown up eating venison, wild boar, and pheasant. But for someone not used to it, it can be a bit odd tasting. Gamey, they say, whatever that means. So, I thought it’d be smart to have a backup meal for you, although I have a feeling that’s why this one here’s having stir-fry.”
They book looked at Andrej who gave them an innocent look. “What?” Was it a bad thing he always tried to have a backup plan?
James smiled and leaned into Zayne’s side. “I think you’re beginning to care about me, cowboy.”
“Shh,” Zayne said, giving the redhead a kiss to his temple. “Can’t have a rumor like that getting around.”
“Zayne,” Andrej laughed, “go check on the sausages.”
“And take the cheddarwurst with you,” James suggested.
“Nuh-uh,” Zayne said, waggling a finger in the air. “Not until you’ve tried one of the others first. I’ll happily go grill a couple up for you later if you don’t like the venison.”
“Or the gator.”
“I didn’t cook any of the gator,” Zayne said, disappearing out the back door before James could respond.
“What did he just say?” James looked at Andrej, eyes wide.
“That he pulled the cotton over your eyes, Jay.” He had to admit, he was proud of Zayne right then. It would have been very easy to force James into eating something as unsettling as an alligator sausage, but he’d refrained. Despite the fact he allowed James to believe that he had mixed the sausages up, it showed great maturity on Zayne’s part. Who would have guessed that the biggest child in the department would have it in him?
“Wool,” James corrected. “But I don’t even know what to say. I could have sworn he had a package of each in his hands.”
“I put the gator back when you weren’t looking,” Zayne said, coming into the house again, setting the plate of sausages onto the counter. “Instead, I grabbed an extra package of the venison. Mama only puts three into each pack since I’m usually eating alone. Guess I ought to tell her to start making bigger portions.”
“That remains to be seen, cowboy,” James joked. “You want us to wait for you, Andy?”
He shook his head. “No, go ahead and start. Mine will only take a few minutes.” He liked his veggies nice and crisp, so he only allowed them a short time in the wok. It also gave him a couple minutes of downtime while his boys digested this new level of respect that had developed between them. It started when James took Zayne’s preferences into account on their last date night. That Zayne had James’ preferences in mind tonight, only further cemented their bond.
Maybe one day soon he would ask James again to move in with them.
He looked towards the kitchen and could hear their raised voices, shouting amiably back and forth across the table. It was curious to him that when he was alone with either man, the decibel levels in the house stayed at a more respectable level. On the other hand, every time Zayne and James were in the same room, the volume skyrocketed through the roof and it didn’t matter if they were at home, in a restaurant, or at work. One always amplified the other.
On second thought, maybe he wouldn’t ask James to move in after all. He wasn’t sure if he could handle the headaches.
“Andy,” James shouted from the dining room. “How much longer?”
“No joke, Zek,” Zayne added. “You growing those damn veggies in there?”
Sighing, Andrej put some rice into his bowl, topping it with some of the stir-fried veg in the wok. Yeah, maybe he’d stick with Zayne as a permanent resident and James as the occasional overnight guest. “I’m on my way right now,” he called, unable to hide his smile this time.
“Bring the ketchup,” James called. “This venison shit’s weird!”
“You heathen,” Zayne shouted. “That’s sacrilege!”
Grabbing the ketchup from the fridge, Andrej took his food and joined his boys at the table. “Can you two not have a calm and quiet conversation?” He set the ketchup in front of James and his bowl at his usual seat.
“What do you mean? This is calm and quiet!” Zayne winked at the redhead.
“For us, anyway,” James clarified, returning the flirty wink.
“I do not know about you two sometimes,” Andrej said, sticking his fork into his dinner. Just don’t ever change, he thought.
“Wait,” Zayne said. “You did get dessert, right?”
“Yes, Zayne, I remembered dessert,” Andrej grinned. Please don’t ever change.
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Date: 2016-08-08 08:36 pm (UTC)I agree with Zayne that it is sacrilege to put ketchup on venison.
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Date: 2016-08-08 09:12 pm (UTC)I've never had venison, but I'm thinking putting ketchup on it is akin to putting it on some dry aged Angus beef. Just... no, James.
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Date: 2016-08-08 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-08-09 02:31 am (UTC)Andy has a pair of bookends for boyfriends...lol
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Date: 2016-08-29 04:55 pm (UTC)Hah! I doubt their arguing will ever end (and neither does Andy...).
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