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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"Wow," Zayne murmured. "I thought Zek's childhood was weird and sheltered."
"Jerk," James muttered.
"Okay, okay," Zayne said hoping to salvage the day before it went down the drain. "Me and Zek can probably teach you some basics, if you're interested."
"No assholish comments if I screw up?" James asked.
"I promise," Zayne vowed. "Zek?"
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“Now you’re making fun of me,” James said, crossing his arms. “I never would have thought you -”
“He’s not making fun of you,” Zayne said, putting a hand on James’ shoulder. “A trainer horse is a mild-mannered, sometimes older animal that’s perfect for learners. She won’t have training hooves or anything, I promise.”
James made a face. “You really can be an asshole, you know that?”
Zayne shrugged. “It’s all part of my charm.”
“Sometimes,” Andrej added, “it is his only charm.”
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"But it is the truth," Andy countered in a soft tone.
Zayne thought about for a few moments and agreed, "Yeah, you're right."
"Self-awareness is a bitch," James observed.
"Now you know why I rarely indulge in it," Zayne muttered.
"It's okay, cowboy," James said with a wry grin. "We are all works in progress."
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Andrej shook his head. “Zayne, be nice,” he said. “Jay has talents you do not, I am sure.”
“Yeah,” Zayne agreed, leering at the redhead. “But what are they exactly?”
James grinned. “You be nice to me and I might just show you.”
“Not this again,” Andrej muttered. “You two promised to behave.”
“Sorry,” Zayne said, laughing. “Besides, with my luck, his talent is being able to pat his head and rub his belly or some shit.”
“So, are we going to teach this city boy how to be a country boy or what?”
(Sorry for the delay… it’s payroll day today and therefore my life is a mess on Wednesdays.)
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Andy rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to win with these two.
"Let's go, cowboy," James said in resignation. He slid into the passenger seat forcing Zayne to take the back seat. "Let's get the humilation over with."
"It won't be as bad as the fishnets," Zayne promised. "The owner is a good guy and is use to teaching beginning riders."
"You never said how you knew about this riding stable," Andy said as he slid into the driver's seat.
"I discovered it one day when I was feeling homesick," Zayne answered. "I go out there to ride a couple of times a month."
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"He's like a little kid, isn't?" James observed with a wry grin.
"Yes," Andy replied with a sigh. "Yes, he is."
"Come on," James said holding out his hand. "Let's go catch up with him before he disappears and gets into trouble."
Andy smiled, shook his head and caught hold of James' hand.
(Maybe you need to withhold his paycheck, so understands the concept of no time card equals no paycheck.)
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"Right," James sighed ignoring the temptation to tease Zayne about his choice of words. "What's its name?"
"Her name is Tiny," Zayne answered with a chuckle. "She's a Belgian draft horse."
"Tiny, huh?" James remarked with a chuckle.
"Yeah," Zayne said. "She's a sweetheart. Now, are you going to need help getting on?"
"I think I can manage," James answered as put one foot in the stirup and pulled himself up.
(Sounds like he got his manager training at Wally World. Sorry you have to put up with that kind of crap. I think we need voodoo dolls to poke pins into.)
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Zayne led them down one of the beginner trails since he had promised to take it easy on James.
"How you doing, narco?" Zayne turned around and asked.
"Alright so far," James answered. Tiny's gentle rocking motion wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.
(Older men are impossible and so are Taruses, but I'm Aries so I don't have much room to talk...lol)
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“Good,” Zayne said, turning back to face the path ahead of them. “Told you that you’d like this.”
“Yeah, even a broken clock is right twice a day, cowboy,” James retorted.
Andrej laughed. “Be nice or I will spook your rides,” he warned.
“I can handle a frightened horse,” Zayne said, glancing over his shoulder at Andrej. “I used to ride bulls you know.”
“I do,” Andrej said. “Although I will never understand why.”
“It’s a rodeo thing,” James said, giving the horse another friendly pat of encouragement. “I don’t get it either. The barrel jumping, the calf roping… all that makes sense until you get to the bull riding.”
“Doesn’t have to make sense to be fun,” Zayne quipped. “Or to be right.”
Andrej was about to reply when Zayne’s words hit him. It doesn’t have to make sense for it to be right, he thought, turning the words over in his head. Was that what his problem was? Had he been trying too hard to make sense of this - whatever was happening between the three of him? Maybe it was ( ... )
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He turned his head when heard Andy softly sigh. "What?" he quietly asked.
(If they are going to get together, do we have Hillary gently break up with Zayne?)
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“It is pretty relaxing,” he admitted. “And it’s a nice day today, the sun’s not trying to sear the skin off my body anyway.”
“You need a tan,” Zayne hollered back.
“Physically impossible,” James replied. “I’m either the color of fresh milk or tomato sauce. Take your pick.”
Zayne didn’t reply but they could see his shoulders shaking with amusement.
“He’s a real jerk sometimes,” James said, fondly.
“He has his moments,” Andrej agreed.
(Hah - she should point out he’s not spending enough time with her because he’s always with Andrej and James.)
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"Yeah," James softly agreed. "But I'm not letting him know that just yet."
"Why?"
"So he doesn't get a swelled head," James replied.
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