Continuing Saga of Andy and His Boys

[sharpiesgal]

James happily handed off the bartender to the uniforms. He wanted to get away from that bar as fast as possible. He also wanted to take as many showers as he could stand to get the brunette's scent off of him

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[asphaltcowgrrl]

Glancing at his watch, Andrej sighed. He shuffled the papers on his desk and put them neatly back into their folder. Zayne should be by anytime. Despite the fact he wasn’t ever on time for work, his partner was always on time for food

[sharpiesgal]

"Not nice to tease the person who is
feeding you," Andy softly retorted as he closed the door and walked past Zayne toward the kitchen.

"Sorry, baby," Zayne murmured mildly surprised by the sass he heard in Andy's voice. "So what's for
lunch?"

[asphaltcowgrrl]

“Samarle,” Andrej said, knowing it would cause a knee-jerk reaction in Zayne

[sharpiesgal]

Before Andy could start dishing up lunch, there was a knock on the front door.

"Will you please get that, Zayne?" Andy requested.

"If it's the narco, I'm telling him to go away," Zayne muttered as he headed toward the front door.

"You will do no such thing, if you want your noodles," Andy threatened. He didn't like resorting to threats, but desperate measures and all.

"Fine," Zayne grumbled as he opened the door. "I gave at the office, narco."

"You're cute, cowboy," James retorted with a chuckle. "Did I interrupt something?"

"Yay, lunch," Zayne retorted as he stepped back to let James enter the house.

"Talk about perfect timing," James remarked.

"Oh?"

"I brought dessert."

(I'm not one for cooked cabbage either.)

[asphaltcowgrrl]

“I thought you were dessert,” Zayne said, giving the redhead a flirty wink

[sharpiesgal]

"Still not worried, cowboy," James softly chuckled as he joined Zayne at the breakfast bar. "So what kind of noodles?"

"Dan dan noodles," Zayne answered with a goofy grin.

"Hmmm..." James hummed. "Never had those before. Are they any good?"

"Are they any good?!" Zayne exclaimed. "They are amazing. Where have you been living, narco? Under a rock?"

"Zayne," Andy cautioned as he placed bowls of noodles in front of them.

"It's alright, Andy," James said. He knew Zayne wasn't trying to start a fight. "Some of us don't live our lives through our stomachs, cowboy."

(I'll eat spinach cooked, but that's about it.)

[asphaltcowgrrl]

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Zayne said, pulling his bowl closer to him. “I’ve had a lot of good experiences that revolved around food

[sharpiesgal]

"You're in a good mood," Andy observed once James stopped laughing at
Zayne.

"Yeah," James agreed. "Your buddy Bart was more helpful than he thought. We tied up a major meth ring just on his information alone."

"Color me impressed," Zayne remarked. "I didn't think he had anything good this time."

(Poor hubby...lol)

[asphaltcowgrrl]

“You thought he’d only give you the good info,” James asked.

“Nah,” Zayne said, stuffing his mouth again. “I just figured he was all out of useful insight.”

“So now you tell me?” He shook his head. “Thanks a lot, Reyes.”

Zayne shrugged. “Sorry, narco. Didn’t think about it at the time.”

“Somehow I believe that, too.”

“I am happy you were able to make such a big bust, Jay,” Andrej said. “That is very impressive.”

“Thanks,” he said, smiling at Andrej. “Not half as impressive as these noodles.”

“What about dessert,” Zayne asked. “You said you brought dessert.”

(I know, poor pasty ass redheads get no respect…)

[sharpiesgal]

"You are a fucking bottomless pit, cowboy," James quipped.

"How else do you think I maintain my girlish figure?" Zayne snarked back.

(No, they don't.)

[asphaltcowgrrl]

“There’s a lot to be said for your figure,” James said, giving the Texan an approving look. “But girlish is not one of them

[sharpiesgal]

"So dessert?" Zayne prompted. "Is it pie?"

"Yes, Dean Winchester," James replied. "It's pie."

Andy rolled his eyes at them before getting up to get dessert. The Dean Winchester reference he got because Hillary loved show and introduced him to it.

(It's scary how well those idiots are getting along...lol)

[asphaltcowgrrl]

(This is about to go off the rails and it’s your fault

[sharpiesgal]

"Charlie is more Rollins speed," James said after thinking about it for a bit. "I don't mind being equated to Bobby, and Hansen can be Sam. We'll just give him lifts."

Andy softly sighed and concentrated on his pie.

"Dude," Zayne muttered. "You've put a lot of thought into this."

"Stakeouts are boring as fuck, so sue me," James grumbled with a wry grin. "You want to know what I came up with for Harry Potter?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, narco, but hell no," Zayne retorted as he went back for another piece of pie.

(I accept the blame...lol Tosses tangent ball in the air.)

[asphaltcowgrrl]

(Don’t even get me started thinking about a Hogwarts AU. I swear to all that’s shiny, I’m still contemplating that coffee shop AU vs a whole new set of idiots to play with

[sharpiesgal]

Catching the pained expression on Andy's face, James suddenly remembered the conversation he had had with Zayne the morning after he crashed on Andy's couch uninvited.

"Nevermind," he said not wanting to destroy the good time they were having with petty jealousy. "But seriously, a centaur?That sounds like very bad fan fiction?"

"You read fan fiction, narco?" Zayne asked glad for the change of subject. He knew he had come close to hurting Andy again.

"It's something to do while on stakeout," James admitted. "Jake reads the sport section and I read badly written gay porn."

"Tmi, narco," Zayne groaned.

James chuckled and Andy just shook his head in despair.

(I won't do that. Some bunnies need massive amounts of sedation.)