Pairing: Joey and AJ
Words: glowing; glow; clam; elegant
AJ yawned. Thought about opening his eyes. Thought more seriously about rolling over and taking advantage of the naked man lying in bed next to him.
The naked man cooing to him. "I love you, yes you. You're so beautiful, precious."
"I'm going to pretend we didn't have sex last night, Fatone. You have ten seconds to get out of the bed. If you do, I won't kill you."
A pillow hit him in the face. "On the phone, dumbass."
AJ tossed the pillow aside, and looked up at the man leaning against the headboard. Joey moved his hand off the receiver. "Daddy's back, precious."
Oh. Well, no sex was still better than romantic bullshit. Marginally. Gagging was always an option. AJ scratched his stomach and got out of bed. Shambled through the bathroom, and came back out, cleaner. Damn. The naked man was gone. Not that he was into morning after scenarios, but sex, damnit.
Went downstairs. Ignored the glowing light on his answering machine in favor of the glow of the refrigerator light. Orange juice sounded good, now that beer wasn't an option.
A hand settled on his ass. "Got any eggs?"
AJ reflexively rubbed back against the hand, which squeezed and -- damnit -- let go. "Yeah."
Joey reached past him. "Hey, not bad. You actually got real food in your fridge. The guys usually keep... well, not food anyway. Everyone ends up coming over to my place for breakfast."
"So what are they going to do today?"
A shrug, as Joey liberated most of the contents of the refrigerator. His hair was wet; he had obviously found the downstairs bathroom. "They got keys. And hands. They can make whatever they want."
"They do that a lot? Just drop in?"
"Yeah. Jayce not so much, not for breakfast, and Lance is gone, but yeah. Why, your guys don't?"
"No. More since... since rehab. Don't know if they're trying to make themselves feel better that they're keeping an eye on me this time, or just trying to see if I'm fucking up."
Joey was grating cheese. AJ pushed the egg carton over and jumped up to perch on the counter and watch. "They don't come over just to, y'know, see you? Because they want to?"
He shrugged. "They didn't before. Why would they now?"
"Dunno. Just seems funny. I can't really imagine us acting like that."
"Yeah, well, we're not you."
"Nope," Joey said agreeably, and turned the bacon. "Want to have sex again after breakfast?"
"I was kinda hoping on having sex before breakfast."
"Little late now."
The answer was still yes; AJ hardly ever turned down sex, but... "Have to see how breakfast turns out."
"What, if I made you something French and elegant, maybe with a little clam sauce and put a rose in a vase and served it to you on a tray, then you'd fuck me again?"
"You do that, and I'm throwing you out the door, Fatone."
Joey cracked the eggs into a separate pan and folded them with a fork. "Good to know, since I'd like a regular supply of sex. No French food."
"This isn't a relationship. Just because I let you stay the night and cook breakfast in my kitchen and talk to me--" which, if he wanted to admit it to himself, was more than he would have let Brian or Nick do for him; not more than he'd let Howie do, although Kevin was a lost cause, "--does not mean you're my fucking boyfriend or something."
"Hey, no problem, man. I just like something to eat in the morning, and you're here, okay? I like cooking. I like sex, too." Joey flipped the bacon out of the pan and onto a paper towel covered plate. "I like sex with you. And I like hanging out. It's not your thing, I get that, but it's what I do. If it's cool with you?"
"Yeah, it's cool."
Joey stirred the cheese into the eggs. "Cool. And, don't freak out--" he turned off the heat to the stove, "but if it's still cool later, maybe we can do this again sometime?"
Sometime sounded good. Not clingy, not demanding, not more than he wanted or could handle right now. Still, AJ had to test him. "If your guys start showing up here for breakfast, I'm going to get a Rottweiler."
"Nah, it's cool. They don't have keys to your house. You can just turn the sprinklers on."
-the end-
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