Delayed Call
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“Fuck off,” he growled, cuddling Tricksie.
“You fuck off, and don’t cuddle my dog after you accused us of nastiness.”
He reached for his dog, and Jensen laughed as Vaughn tucked her into his lap. “I was fucking with ya.”
“That’s what they all say,” he accused, and Jensen continued to laugh.
“Whatever. What are we doing for dinner?”
“Isn’t it your night to cook?”
“It is, so where do you wanna go?”
Vaughn laughed. “You could just cook.”
“I don’t cook like you, Bobby Flay wannabe. And you talk shit about everything I cook.”
“I do not. The noodles and sauce you made the other day were great.”
Jensen shot him a dull look. “It was spaghetti.”
Vaughn shrugged. “No, it was noodles and Prego. I make spaghetti, with slow-cooked sauce that was passed down from my great-grandma, pasta I made from scratch, and cheese I grated myself.”
He was pretty sure Jensen would hit him. “Anyway…I’m not cooking. I’m taking you out, so where do you wanna go?”
“Pathetic.”
“I really need my own place.”
Vaughn scoffed. “You’d be lost without me.”
“I would,” Jensen laughed. “But happier with my noodles and Prego.” That made Vaughn laugh as Tricksie started to lick Jensen’s skin off. “Why does she do this?”
“She loves you. Another reason you can’t leave. You’re her second daddy, the wife of our relationship.”
“Why do you always make us gay?”
Vaughn laughed hard. “I don’t!”
“You do. I’m always the wife too. Why can’t I be the husband? I’m way stronger than you.”
Still laughing, Vaughn shook his head. “You are not stronger, and you’re so much more emotional. You cried over This is Us the other day.”
Jensen’s eyes widened. “Dude, you cried!”
“In my room. No one knew.”
“I knew!”
“You’re no one. Shut up,” he teased, and Jensen rolled his eyes. They were always at each other’s throats, which wasn’t new. They knew each other better than anyone else, well, except Wells. He knew them too, but they were like brothers who set out to annoy the shit out of each other. “I want BBQ.”
Jensen gave him a look. “But I wanted hot chicken.”
Vaughn rolled his eyes. He made the biggest mistake introducing this guy to hot chicken. It was all Jensen ever wanted, and eating it that often did not agree with Vaughn at all, despite his love for it. “So we’ll go to Hattie B’s. We can get both.”
He nodded. “Cool. Sounds good. When you wanna leave?”
“An hour? I wanna finish this game,” he said, shooting his opponent on Xbox as Tricksie came back over and cuddled in his lap, her head under his. Kissing the top of her head, he continued to dominate in the game as Jensen watched.
“When’s Wells coming to town? Or do we go to him first?”
Vaughn nodded as he threw his controller on the table since someone shot him, which, in turn, killed him dead. Looking over to Jensen as he took a swig of his water, he said, “I think we go there, and I think we gotta meet the new boyfriend.”
Jensen made a face. “New? What happened to that one guy?”
Picking his controller back up, Vaughn shrugged. “No damn clue, something about not wanting to move forward?”
“Move forward?”
“He’s in the closet, apparently.”
“Closet?”
“Yeah, no one knows.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, though, we know.”
“I can’t remember his name to save my ass.”
“Matty Haverbrooke. Remember? The commissioner’s kid, not that we can ever say that to anyone, according to our very gay and very out best friend,” he said, really unsure how Jensen had forgotten that. It was sort of crazy when Wells introduced Matty to Jensen and Vaughn because no one even suspected that the commissioner’s son, also a hockey player, was gay. And apparently, he wanted no one to know. Which was why Wells broke it off with him. Their best friend wanted the happily ever after. Completely unlike his sister, who wouldn’t piss on a guy if he was on fire.
Cold one, that Wren was.
“Crazy. So, new guy?” Jensen asked, and Vaughn nodded.
“Some dude named Alex. He doesn’t play.”
“Oh,” he said with a nod. “I don’t want to meet him.”
Vaughn laughed. “Because you hate people.”
“I do.”
Grinning, Vaughn threw down his controller once more and cuddled his dog, kissing her as she licked him to death. “He loves you, Tricksie baby, we both do.”
“Eh, the jury is out. One more pair of shoes, and I might take another leg.”
“All lies, my love, all lies.”
Rolling his eyes, Jensen leaned back against the couch, looking over at Vaughn. “If Wells is doing all that, shouldn’t we?”
Vaughn gave him a wry look. “Are you making a pass at me?”
“Dude, I hate you.”
Vaughn laughed as he shrugged. “What? You asked if we should do the same!”
“I mean find women. We do nothing but sit in this apartment, eat food, and play video games.”
Vaughn held his gaze. “I don’t understand. That seems like the perfect life for me.”
Jensen groaned, rolling his eyes before getting up and heading to the kitchen.
Vaughn hollered after him, “Hey, no one says you have to stay home with me.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll go out and meet someone. I don’t even like talking to you.”
Vaughn scoffed. “You like talking to Wren. You two were all talking and being sweet when she came to pick up Tricksie the other day.”
He glared. “Wren is different.”
“Because you looooovvvveee her,” he teased, and Jensen held his gaze.
“Do you know you act like a ten-year-old?”
“Thank you, I like feeling young,” he said before sticking his tongue out for good measure. “But whatever, I’m amazing. And you’re a pussy for not pursuing Wren.”
“She wouldn’t have me if I did. She doesn’t like guys.”
“You fuck off, and don’t cuddle my dog after you accused us of nastiness.”
He reached for his dog, and Jensen laughed as Vaughn tucked her into his lap. “I was fucking with ya.”
“That’s what they all say,” he accused, and Jensen continued to laugh.
“Whatever. What are we doing for dinner?”
“Isn’t it your night to cook?”
“It is, so where do you wanna go?”
Vaughn laughed. “You could just cook.”
“I don’t cook like you, Bobby Flay wannabe. And you talk shit about everything I cook.”
“I do not. The noodles and sauce you made the other day were great.”
Jensen shot him a dull look. “It was spaghetti.”
Vaughn shrugged. “No, it was noodles and Prego. I make spaghetti, with slow-cooked sauce that was passed down from my great-grandma, pasta I made from scratch, and cheese I grated myself.”
He was pretty sure Jensen would hit him. “Anyway…I’m not cooking. I’m taking you out, so where do you wanna go?”
“Pathetic.”
“I really need my own place.”
Vaughn scoffed. “You’d be lost without me.”
“I would,” Jensen laughed. “But happier with my noodles and Prego.” That made Vaughn laugh as Tricksie started to lick Jensen’s skin off. “Why does she do this?”
“She loves you. Another reason you can’t leave. You’re her second daddy, the wife of our relationship.”
“Why do you always make us gay?”
Vaughn laughed hard. “I don’t!”
“You do. I’m always the wife too. Why can’t I be the husband? I’m way stronger than you.”
Still laughing, Vaughn shook his head. “You are not stronger, and you’re so much more emotional. You cried over This is Us the other day.”
Jensen’s eyes widened. “Dude, you cried!”
“In my room. No one knew.”
“I knew!”
“You’re no one. Shut up,” he teased, and Jensen rolled his eyes. They were always at each other’s throats, which wasn’t new. They knew each other better than anyone else, well, except Wells. He knew them too, but they were like brothers who set out to annoy the shit out of each other. “I want BBQ.”
Jensen gave him a look. “But I wanted hot chicken.”
Vaughn rolled his eyes. He made the biggest mistake introducing this guy to hot chicken. It was all Jensen ever wanted, and eating it that often did not agree with Vaughn at all, despite his love for it. “So we’ll go to Hattie B’s. We can get both.”
He nodded. “Cool. Sounds good. When you wanna leave?”
“An hour? I wanna finish this game,” he said, shooting his opponent on Xbox as Tricksie came back over and cuddled in his lap, her head under his. Kissing the top of her head, he continued to dominate in the game as Jensen watched.
“When’s Wells coming to town? Or do we go to him first?”
Vaughn nodded as he threw his controller on the table since someone shot him, which, in turn, killed him dead. Looking over to Jensen as he took a swig of his water, he said, “I think we go there, and I think we gotta meet the new boyfriend.”
Jensen made a face. “New? What happened to that one guy?”
Picking his controller back up, Vaughn shrugged. “No damn clue, something about not wanting to move forward?”
“Move forward?”
“He’s in the closet, apparently.”
“Closet?”
“Yeah, no one knows.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, though, we know.”
“I can’t remember his name to save my ass.”
“Matty Haverbrooke. Remember? The commissioner’s kid, not that we can ever say that to anyone, according to our very gay and very out best friend,” he said, really unsure how Jensen had forgotten that. It was sort of crazy when Wells introduced Matty to Jensen and Vaughn because no one even suspected that the commissioner’s son, also a hockey player, was gay. And apparently, he wanted no one to know. Which was why Wells broke it off with him. Their best friend wanted the happily ever after. Completely unlike his sister, who wouldn’t piss on a guy if he was on fire.
Cold one, that Wren was.
“Crazy. So, new guy?” Jensen asked, and Vaughn nodded.
“Some dude named Alex. He doesn’t play.”
“Oh,” he said with a nod. “I don’t want to meet him.”
Vaughn laughed. “Because you hate people.”
“I do.”
Grinning, Vaughn threw down his controller once more and cuddled his dog, kissing her as she licked him to death. “He loves you, Tricksie baby, we both do.”
“Eh, the jury is out. One more pair of shoes, and I might take another leg.”
“All lies, my love, all lies.”
Rolling his eyes, Jensen leaned back against the couch, looking over at Vaughn. “If Wells is doing all that, shouldn’t we?”
Vaughn gave him a wry look. “Are you making a pass at me?”
“Dude, I hate you.”
Vaughn laughed as he shrugged. “What? You asked if we should do the same!”
“I mean find women. We do nothing but sit in this apartment, eat food, and play video games.”
Vaughn held his gaze. “I don’t understand. That seems like the perfect life for me.”
Jensen groaned, rolling his eyes before getting up and heading to the kitchen.
Vaughn hollered after him, “Hey, no one says you have to stay home with me.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll go out and meet someone. I don’t even like talking to you.”
Vaughn scoffed. “You like talking to Wren. You two were all talking and being sweet when she came to pick up Tricksie the other day.”
He glared. “Wren is different.”
“Because you looooovvvveee her,” he teased, and Jensen held his gaze.
“Do you know you act like a ten-year-old?”
“Thank you, I like feeling young,” he said before sticking his tongue out for good measure. “But whatever, I’m amazing. And you’re a pussy for not pursuing Wren.”
“She wouldn’t have me if I did. She doesn’t like guys.”
