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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Be Fabulous
Fandom: Preying Eyes original fiction
Pairing: Adrien Lupei/Elliot Deacon + Dante Lupei + Emilio Lupei
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,013
Summary: Adrien and Elliot have lunch with Uncles Dante and Emilio.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. I’m actually on time with this one. HOORAY. Also: let me know if you see me calling Adrien Andrej – I caught myself typing the wrong name a few times. Poor Andy is on my brain today.
“Is there something interesting at that table, D?”
It was the third time Dante had looked over at the two men having lunch across from them. Emilio, being the brother that he was, wasn’t likely to let something like that go without an answer, either. Adrien braced himself for the return fire.
Dante snapped his eyes in his brother’s direction and growled. “Stuff it, Em.”
Elliot leaned to the side and looked around Dante’s broad body, scoping out the two young men at the table across from them. Scowling, Adrien kicked him under the table.
“Ouch, that hurt,” Elliot whined, rubbing his shin. “Why’d you kick me, you jerk?”
“Keep your eyes to yourself,” he said without any heat. “But I didn’t mean to hurt you, just wanted to get your attention.”
“Looks like you accomplished that much,” Emilio chuckled, stuffing a fry into his mouth. “He’s not even that cute.”
“Which one,” Adrien asked, looking for the first time. There was a very pale young man sitting and chatting with a darker skinned older guy. Neither was drop dead gorgeous but neither were hound dogs either.
“Neither,” Emilio said, shrugging. “You can do better than that, D.”
“What do you know anyway,” Dante said. “You date girls.”
“Not always,” Emilio said, causing Adrien to choke on his mouthful of beer.
“What,” Adrien gasped. “This is new information.”
“Nah,” Dante said, waving it all away. “It’s old news, kiddo.”
Dante grinned at his brother, getting an equally mysterious smile in return. Adrien used to wonder if they shared some kind of telepathic connection with the way they seemed to communicate with nothing more than a look.
“They worry me sometimes,” Adrien said to Elliot who nodded.
“What the hell are you four yakking about,” Bella said, stopping by the table on her way to the kitchen. “You look guilty as all get out.”
“Dante was scoping out the guys in the booth over there,” Emilio said, inclining his head slightly in the direction of the men in question.
Bella snuck a discreet peek in the direction he indicated. “Ryan and Giles,” she said, nodding. “Not worth your time, honey.”
“Told you,” Emilio gloated.
“He acts like that’s a bad thing or something,” Dante grinned, ignoring his brother. “You know I’m not tied down or anything. Not like these two lovebirds.”
Guiltily, Adrien tore his gaze off Elliot and frowned at his uncle. “Now you’re acting like something innocent is a bad thing.”
“Never,” Dante said, draping an arm around Adrien’s shoulder and hugging him close. “But if I can’t give you shit about it, what’s the point?”
He was right, after all. Dante’s thing was giving everyone shit about everything, no matter how innocent or innocuous. It could get annoying, but Adrien figured that if it ever stopped, he should be worried. Adrien pulled out of Dante’s embrace and leaned into Elliot’s side.
“Ignore that idiot,” Emilio said, nudging his brother in the ribs with an elbow. It was the reason they always chose the corner booth – so that they had unlimited access to one another. “He’s just jealous because you’ve found someone and he’s still looking.”
“Not true,” Dante said. “I’m happy for them both – deliriously so – but I’m not jealous. I like my life. Do I want to find The One, of course. But am I unhappy? Not in the least. You can’t fall into that trap or you’ll never be more than a slave to appearances.”
“What do you do in the meantime,” Elliot asked. “While you’re looking for Mr. Right?”
“Having fun with Mr. Right Now,” Dante laughed. “And being fabulous while I do so.”
“Oh, you have the fabulous part down pat,” Emilio chuckled. “You grand old queen you.”
Elliot spit beer onto the table. “You let him talk to you like that?”
Dante gave an elegant shrug. “Eh, he’s my brother and I love him. He means no harm and god only knows, I’ve been called worse over the years.”
“And he doesn’t talk to anyone but Uncle Dante that way,” Adrien added. “Otherwise, you’re right. It would be a problem.”
“You’re lucky your brother is so nice, Emilio,” Elliot said. “I’d hurt anyone who called me a queen.”
“You have to consider the source, Elliot,” Bella said, setting the check down on the table. “You weirdoes need anything else?”
“Nah,” Emilio said, reaching for the check, slapping Adrien’s hand when he tried to grab it. “I think we’ve caused enough trouble for one day. Time to go and share the love with some other lucky recipient.”
“I vote for the ice cream place next,” Adrien suggested.
“Oooh,” Elliot murmured. “I could go for some ice cream.”
“You’re always in the mood for ice cream,” Adrien said.
“Correction,” Elliot said, holding out a hand. “I’m always in the mood for something sweet, which is why I’m with you.”
“Aw,” Emilio cooed, signing the check and handing it over. “Isn’t that just sickening.”
“I think they’re cute,” Dante said. “In a warped and twisted sort of way.”
“So,” Adrien said, looking around to see if his uncles were done harassing him and Elliot. “Ice cream?”
Dante laughed. “Some things never change, do they, Em?”
“Not one bit, D,” Emilio agreed. “But I can deal with this one never losing his sweet tooth.”
“Of course not,” Dante teased. “Because it means you always have an excuse to indulge.”
“Like I need an excuse,” Emilio said, shoulder bumping his brother. “C’mon, let’s go get Adrien his ice cream.”
Shaking his head, Adrien held his hand out to Elliot, who took it without thought. Although they were still trying to find their way in their relationship, they seemed to have found a happy place where they were both happy and comfortable. Even when they were out with Adrien’s two insane uncles. That Elliot was not only at ease around Dante and Emilio, but able to embrace their own particular brand of craziness made him a definite keeper. That Elliot was sweet as honey and hot as hell didn’t hurt any either.
Fandom: Preying Eyes original fiction
Pairing: Adrien Lupei/Elliot Deacon + Dante Lupei + Emilio Lupei
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,013
Summary: Adrien and Elliot have lunch with Uncles Dante and Emilio.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. I’m actually on time with this one. HOORAY. Also: let me know if you see me calling Adrien Andrej – I caught myself typing the wrong name a few times. Poor Andy is on my brain today.
“Is there something interesting at that table, D?”
It was the third time Dante had looked over at the two men having lunch across from them. Emilio, being the brother that he was, wasn’t likely to let something like that go without an answer, either. Adrien braced himself for the return fire.
Dante snapped his eyes in his brother’s direction and growled. “Stuff it, Em.”
Elliot leaned to the side and looked around Dante’s broad body, scoping out the two young men at the table across from them. Scowling, Adrien kicked him under the table.
“Ouch, that hurt,” Elliot whined, rubbing his shin. “Why’d you kick me, you jerk?”
“Keep your eyes to yourself,” he said without any heat. “But I didn’t mean to hurt you, just wanted to get your attention.”
“Looks like you accomplished that much,” Emilio chuckled, stuffing a fry into his mouth. “He’s not even that cute.”
“Which one,” Adrien asked, looking for the first time. There was a very pale young man sitting and chatting with a darker skinned older guy. Neither was drop dead gorgeous but neither were hound dogs either.
“Neither,” Emilio said, shrugging. “You can do better than that, D.”
“What do you know anyway,” Dante said. “You date girls.”
“Not always,” Emilio said, causing Adrien to choke on his mouthful of beer.
“What,” Adrien gasped. “This is new information.”
“Nah,” Dante said, waving it all away. “It’s old news, kiddo.”
Dante grinned at his brother, getting an equally mysterious smile in return. Adrien used to wonder if they shared some kind of telepathic connection with the way they seemed to communicate with nothing more than a look.
“They worry me sometimes,” Adrien said to Elliot who nodded.
“What the hell are you four yakking about,” Bella said, stopping by the table on her way to the kitchen. “You look guilty as all get out.”
“Dante was scoping out the guys in the booth over there,” Emilio said, inclining his head slightly in the direction of the men in question.
Bella snuck a discreet peek in the direction he indicated. “Ryan and Giles,” she said, nodding. “Not worth your time, honey.”
“Told you,” Emilio gloated.
“He acts like that’s a bad thing or something,” Dante grinned, ignoring his brother. “You know I’m not tied down or anything. Not like these two lovebirds.”
Guiltily, Adrien tore his gaze off Elliot and frowned at his uncle. “Now you’re acting like something innocent is a bad thing.”
“Never,” Dante said, draping an arm around Adrien’s shoulder and hugging him close. “But if I can’t give you shit about it, what’s the point?”
He was right, after all. Dante’s thing was giving everyone shit about everything, no matter how innocent or innocuous. It could get annoying, but Adrien figured that if it ever stopped, he should be worried. Adrien pulled out of Dante’s embrace and leaned into Elliot’s side.
“Ignore that idiot,” Emilio said, nudging his brother in the ribs with an elbow. It was the reason they always chose the corner booth – so that they had unlimited access to one another. “He’s just jealous because you’ve found someone and he’s still looking.”
“Not true,” Dante said. “I’m happy for them both – deliriously so – but I’m not jealous. I like my life. Do I want to find The One, of course. But am I unhappy? Not in the least. You can’t fall into that trap or you’ll never be more than a slave to appearances.”
“What do you do in the meantime,” Elliot asked. “While you’re looking for Mr. Right?”
“Having fun with Mr. Right Now,” Dante laughed. “And being fabulous while I do so.”
“Oh, you have the fabulous part down pat,” Emilio chuckled. “You grand old queen you.”
Elliot spit beer onto the table. “You let him talk to you like that?”
Dante gave an elegant shrug. “Eh, he’s my brother and I love him. He means no harm and god only knows, I’ve been called worse over the years.”
“And he doesn’t talk to anyone but Uncle Dante that way,” Adrien added. “Otherwise, you’re right. It would be a problem.”
“You’re lucky your brother is so nice, Emilio,” Elliot said. “I’d hurt anyone who called me a queen.”
“You have to consider the source, Elliot,” Bella said, setting the check down on the table. “You weirdoes need anything else?”
“Nah,” Emilio said, reaching for the check, slapping Adrien’s hand when he tried to grab it. “I think we’ve caused enough trouble for one day. Time to go and share the love with some other lucky recipient.”
“I vote for the ice cream place next,” Adrien suggested.
“Oooh,” Elliot murmured. “I could go for some ice cream.”
“You’re always in the mood for ice cream,” Adrien said.
“Correction,” Elliot said, holding out a hand. “I’m always in the mood for something sweet, which is why I’m with you.”
“Aw,” Emilio cooed, signing the check and handing it over. “Isn’t that just sickening.”
“I think they’re cute,” Dante said. “In a warped and twisted sort of way.”
“So,” Adrien said, looking around to see if his uncles were done harassing him and Elliot. “Ice cream?”
Dante laughed. “Some things never change, do they, Em?”
“Not one bit, D,” Emilio agreed. “But I can deal with this one never losing his sweet tooth.”
“Of course not,” Dante teased. “Because it means you always have an excuse to indulge.”
“Like I need an excuse,” Emilio said, shoulder bumping his brother. “C’mon, let’s go get Adrien his ice cream.”
Shaking his head, Adrien held his hand out to Elliot, who took it without thought. Although they were still trying to find their way in their relationship, they seemed to have found a happy place where they were both happy and comfortable. Even when they were out with Adrien’s two insane uncles. That Elliot was not only at ease around Dante and Emilio, but able to embrace their own particular brand of craziness made him a definite keeper. That Elliot was sweet as honey and hot as hell didn’t hurt any either.
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Date: 2017-08-14 04:58 am (UTC)Really enjoying this series.
And, yay for being on time.
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Date: 2017-08-14 04:35 pm (UTC)Hooray! I'm so happy. Especially since Dante is one of my long-time favorites. I'm glad he finally found a *home*.
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Date: 2017-08-14 01:00 pm (UTC)Love it!
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