Continuing Saga of Andy and His Boys
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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“You’re a goddamned tease, Reyes,” James growled.
“Hah,” Zayne laughed. “You’re not the first person to tell me that either.”
“Let me guess, our host has mentioned it?”
Zayne made a face. “Honestly, no, he hasn’t. But Hil says it all the time and Rollins has mentioned it on occasion and…”
“And,” Andrej interrupted. “So has every female in our station.” He turned to James and smiled. “Jay, I was not expecting you today.”
“But not you,” James observed. “Why not?”
Andrej shrugged. “I always knew he was not available to me therefore no teasing.”
“Interesting.”
“Dude,” Zayne interrupted. “Zek, he brought dessert. Fess up.”
“Not until you have had your lunch,” Andrej scolded.
“Yes mom,” Zayne snorted. “He’s such a stickler for the rules, narco. You might want to check yourself.”
“I’m not worried,” he said, grinning back at Zayne.
“May I have the dessert,” Andrej asked, visibly tired of their banter. “I will put it someplace safe.”
James handed over the pink box.
“Mmm,” Zayne drooled. “And you went to our favorite bakery, too. What did you get? A pie? Has to be a pie.”
“Our favorite,” James asked, cocking an eyebrow. “And yes, it’s a pie.”
“Oooh, it had better be Dutch apple or your gingerbread ass will be out on the curb with your noodles.”
“No one will ever be put out of my home for not bringing a certain pie,” Andrej called from the kitchen. “Although you may be evicted for being a brat.”
Zayne grinned at Rosewood. “Told ya, check yourself, narco.”
(I don’t like any of my greens cooked honestly. They get… weird.)
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"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.)
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“I really don’t need to know,” James laughed.
Zayne rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant, geez.”
James looked into his bowl. “So, what’s in these things anyway? Besides noodles, Reyes.”
“They are noodles tossed with a spicy sauce, ground chicken, bean sprouts and cucumbers,” Andrej explained.
“And the cowboy eats this?”
“He does,” Andrej agreed. “They are his favorite.”
“Isn’t this a little too healthy for your tastes,” James joked.
Andrej sat on the far end of the counter with a bowl minus the chicken. James looked at him and frowned. “Do you ever eat protein, Andy?”
Zayne snorted and forked a bunch of noodles into his mouth.
“What’s so funny?”
“If he’s anemic, I’m blaming you for not doing your job,” Zayne grinned.
“Oh for the love of…”
“I get enough protein,” Andrej interrupted. “Not in the way Zayne is insinuating, but I am fine, Jay.”
“If we should be worrying about anyone, it should be you Mr. Paleface.”
“That’s not fair,” James pouted. “You cannot comment on my skin tone when I’m sitting between the two of you. Even if I could tan, I couldn’t ever compete!”
“Can we eat and not fight,” Andrej sighed. “And not comment on my meat avoidance?”
“You get used to it,” Zayne eventually said. “Oh, and if you’re nice to him, he’ll give you the random bits of chicken he always seems to find in his salads.”
James laughed and twirled his fork in the noodles. “You two have been partners for way too long.”
“Tell me about it,” Andrej muttered.
“Mmm, but these things are good.”
“Told you,” Zayne said.
“For once, you did and you were right, cowboy,” James acknowledged. “Good job.”
“Asshole.”
James cackled.
(Last time we were in the ER my husband had four nurses ask if he was always that pale. LOL)
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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)
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“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…)
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"How else do you think I maintain my girlish figure?" Zayne snarked back.
(No, they don't.)
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Zayne chuckled. “Gee, red, I didn’t know you cared.”
“Hilary says that it is not fair,” Andrej said, looking at them both. “He is able to eat the most unhealthy diet and still look…” He made a face.
“Yesssss,” Zayne drawled.
Andrej flicked his eyes in Zayne’s direction before quickly focusing back on his noodles. “She says,” he repeated, emphasizing the ‘she’, although he and Hilary were in complete agreement on this. “That he can eat whatever he likes and still have the body of a Greek God.”
Zayne hooted.
“I corrected her, however.”
Zayne frowned.
“How so,” James asked, trying not to laugh at Zayne’s crestfallen expression.
“Zayne does not have any Greek heritage. It would be more accurate to say he is built like an Aztec god.”
James barked out a laugh. “Oh lord, sometimes you really are too much.”
“No shit,” Zayne agreed. “Ever seen what they thought their gods looked like? Insanity.”
“If their gods are insane,” James said, twirling the last bite of noodles onto his fork, “then it’s an accurate description.
“I repeat my earlier assessment: asshole.”
All three cackled this time.
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"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)
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“Love me some pie,” Zayne quipped.
“So, question,” James said, taking a slice of pie from Andy. “If you’re Dean - and we know you are Mr. All I Want is Sex and Food - who does that make the rest of us?”
“It’s obvious who he is,” Zayne said, pointing a fork at a frowning Andy.
“Cas,” James laughed. “Yeah, I agree.”
“And what does that mean,” Andrej asked, confused as usual.
“Cas is never quite sure what the hell Sam and Dean are talking about and the most mundane things confuse him.” James looked at Zayne, grinning, before he continued. “Can you not see the parallel?”
“This is the last time I allow you two to eat together in my home,” he pouted, turning and cutting an extra-large slice for himself.
“Uh-oh,” Zayne laughed. “He’s mad. Now we’re in trouble.” He gave Andy a shoulder bump as he returned to his seat. “But you narco? I’d say Sam but you’re not…”
“Not what, asshole?”
“Dude, chill,” Zayne said, holding a hand up. “I was going to say tall enough. Yeesh.”
“That’s better,” James said, giving him a fake growl.
“Maybe Bobby with that attitude,” Zayne amended.
“Charlie,” Andrej muttered.
“What?” Zayne and James turned to him, stunned.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“The shit we find out over a piece of pie,” Zayne sighed.
(It’s Supernatural Day today according to the email I received from Hot Topic.)
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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.)
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“Why did I ever come to this country,” Andrej muttered into his pie.
“Because you love us, Zek,” Zayne said, grinning.
“And this is all just a bunch of fun. I bet you could cast us all in roles for your favorite books if you tried,” James added.
“Might be careful with that one,” Zayne said. “I helped him go through his books once. You wouldn’t want to be cast in some of them.”
“I can deal with being a leading man in one of his romances,” James said, nodding.
Zayne laughed. “Not what I’m talking about, gingerbread. How do you feel about being a troll? Or an orc?”
“Trolls and orcs are the bad guys, Zayne,” Andrej told his plate. “I would not put either of you into one of those roles unless you did something very, very wrong.”
“I can see myself as a sexy, mysterious elf lord, however,” James said thoughtfully.
Giggling, Zayne slapped his hand against the counter. “Who wants to be his centaur?”
“Zayne,” Andrej snapped, embarrassed by the reference to a very odd, slightly disturbing, gay fantasy romance he’d read. He shuddered thinking about sex with a yeti. Some things shouldn’t ever happen, not even in fiction. “You are no longer allowed in my bedroom.”
“Hold up,” James spluttered. “When was he ever in your bedroom?”
Zayne lifted a forkful of pie to his mouth, smirking. “Wouldn’t you like to know, narco?”
It was obvious to Andrej that the redhead had a short memory span.
(Zayne’s totally Ron. Cute, funny, and can’t shut his mouth to save his life. Oh, and he’s always hungry. And getting into trouble. But Ron always was my favorite anyway. The movies did him so wrong.)
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"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.)
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“I guess it is good then that we do not have to do this often,” Andrej said.
“And when you do, how do you keep from getting stir-crazy,” James asked.
“I read or work on other cases,” Andrej said. He stood and gathered everyone’s plates. “Zayne sleeps on my shoulder.”
“I do not,” Zayne pouted.
Andrej dumped the dishes into the sink and turned on the water. “Yes, you do.”
“Don’t feel bad, Reyes,” James said, clapping Zayne on the back. “I’ve spent a few nights using Jake as a pillow, too.”
“Has he ever returned the favor?”
“A few times,” James confirmed. “Nature of the job. I’ve heard of weirder shit happening between partners so I can live with Jake snoozing on my shoulder.”
“Good point,” Zayne said. “You need any help in there, Zek?”
“No, I am fine, Zayne,” he called back, rinsing the plates and stacking them in the drainer. He’d put them away later. Right now, Zayne and Jay were getting along too well for him to worry about a couple plates.
(Thank the heavens. Not sure I have the stamina to write something like that.)
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"Yeah," James replied.
"But it's not football season yet."
"Pre-season is about to start," Andy said as he rejoined them.
"I thought you didn't like football, Zek," Zayne remarked.
"It is true that I'm not much into sports, but if I have to choose between football and American football, I'll choose football," Andy
answered.
"A soccer fan," James remarked with a grin. "They are cuter than your typical running back."
"You had to go there," Zayne muttered. "And I get accused of thinking about sex all the time."
"It's not sex. Just an appreciation for the male figure," James retorted with a chuckle. He was having fun keeping Zayne off his feet.
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“I can appreciate your male figure, Reyes, even if I can’t appreciate that damn mouth of yours.”
Standing, Zayne lifted his t-shirt enough to give the redhead an eyeful of defined abs. “Yeah, I think anyone, male or female can appreciate this.”
James’ eyes landed on Zayne’s caramel colored skin and he nodded. Swallowing hard, he grinned. “You are a walking thirst trap, that’s for sure. But sit your ass down and stop being so damn conceited.”
Zayne laughed. “Man, you are no fun to tease.”
“You say that,” James said, leaning his arms against the countertop, “but you’d crap your pants if I tried to lick that six pack of yours.”
Zayne’s mouth opened, then closed. “You know what, narco? I have nothing to say to that.”
“Which is probably for the best,” Andrej sighed. “I was afraid you were going to dare him and then I was equally afraid that Jay would accept the challenge.”
“And,” Zayne laughed.
“And I am not sure I can cope with seeing him lick anything of yours.” Andrej rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, feeling a headache brewing, among other things.
(And… back to my bingo fic.)
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"Sorry, baby," Zayne apologized. "I just got carried away."
"I'm sorry as well," James said apologizing.
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