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knights_say_nihFic:
"Oy! Dipshit!"
Random’s voice rang loud and clear though the morning air, and Ramon started awake.
"Get the fucking hell away from my bike, asshole!"
And he opened bleary eyes, glancing at his lover, leaning out the window, dressed only in a sheet slung around his hips, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Don’t make me get down there!"
That, apparently, hadn’t managed it. Because Random went tearing out of the room at a break-neck pace, nearly tripping over the edge of the sheet, flying down the staircase with a howl of fury.
"Random!" And Ramon doesn’t have the benefit of sheets, so he searches the floor for his jeans, dazed and rubbing sleep out of his eyes, and trying to listen to the voices downstairs.
“Who do you think…”
“The fuck off my bike, shithead!”
“Shut your mouth, jode.”
“Then back away from my baby before I break your fucking head open and stir your brain up with a spoon!”
And then Ramon was outside, barking a quick “Hector!” and absorbing the absolute shock on his brother’s face with a slight smile, and the surprise on Random’s, and nodding.
“Get away from the fucking bike.”
And there was the required moment of confusion, and a brief cursory hug that Random recognized from his own family. And then Random there and glaring because “there had better not be any damage…”
And Hector, who was feeling brave, and dressed, and tall, when facing down the short blonde dressed in his brother’s sheet, snapped ‘puta.’
So, Hector Salazar found himself picked up by the throat, carried across the yard, and tossed unceremoniously into the swimming pool. Upon which Random yawns, kisses Ramon’s cheek, and saunters off with the explanation that he’s going to find some breakfast, with a slight sashay that should tell Ramon that he’s not kidding about playing games, even if he is a particularly strong whore.
Hah.
"Oy! Dipshit!"
Random’s voice rang loud and clear though the morning air, and Ramon started awake.
"Get the fucking hell away from my bike, asshole!"
And he opened bleary eyes, glancing at his lover, leaning out the window, dressed only in a sheet slung around his hips, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Don’t make me get down there!"
That, apparently, hadn’t managed it. Because Random went tearing out of the room at a break-neck pace, nearly tripping over the edge of the sheet, flying down the staircase with a howl of fury.
"Random!" And Ramon doesn’t have the benefit of sheets, so he searches the floor for his jeans, dazed and rubbing sleep out of his eyes, and trying to listen to the voices downstairs.
“Who do you think…”
“The fuck off my bike, shithead!”
“Shut your mouth, jode.”
“Then back away from my baby before I break your fucking head open and stir your brain up with a spoon!”
And then Ramon was outside, barking a quick “Hector!” and absorbing the absolute shock on his brother’s face with a slight smile, and the surprise on Random’s, and nodding.
“Get away from the fucking bike.”
And there was the required moment of confusion, and a brief cursory hug that Random recognized from his own family. And then Random there and glaring because “there had better not be any damage…”
And Hector, who was feeling brave, and dressed, and tall, when facing down the short blonde dressed in his brother’s sheet, snapped ‘puta.’
So, Hector Salazar found himself picked up by the throat, carried across the yard, and tossed unceremoniously into the swimming pool. Upon which Random yawns, kisses Ramon’s cheek, and saunters off with the explanation that he’s going to find some breakfast, with a slight sashay that should tell Ramon that he’s not kidding about playing games, even if he is a particularly strong whore.
Hah.
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Date: 2005-12-13 09:57 am (UTC)*love*