This started off as a prompt for things you said after you kissed me over at Tumblr for Johnny/Troy, and once more time was spent thinking of V's dinner plans there, it only seemed fair to see what other shenanigans could've gone on with V/Troy and V/Johnny. Pretty shameless domestic fluff all around, and exists in the post-SRIV continuity I've built up for the boss and those two with the other fics.

Many thanks to autumnyte for the edits and tips! And for the wonderful inspiration, since this fill wouldn't have happened without her prompt.


"It's supposed to rain tomorrow," Troy said, puffing away at his cigarette.

Johnny didn't even bother to look up. Just moved the cloth over the hood of V's car and gave Troy a shrug.

"You sure you're that ready to have that work be pissed away?"

"After the shit job the shop did? It's getting done now. A motherfucking hurricane could blow through here tomorrow, and I'd still tell it to go fuck itself."

Troy whistled at Gat's tone, and approached him. "And I'm sure it'll heed your warning. Is V inside?"

"Yeah, cooking."

His eyebrows went up. "You, uh, don't say?"

Johnny tugged his tank up to wipe his forehead and gestured towards the house. "She knew you were going to be home early, so she wanted to get something done for you. Whole place smells like garlic now, so hope you're ready for it. Otherwise she'd be out here."

"Garlic?" It took a second, but Troy laughed. "Christ. She's been going on about spaghetti for a few weeks now. I figured we'd just go grab some."

"Nah, it'd be too easy," Johnny said, stretching his neck. "Shelling out cash so someone else could give us some small portion? Fuck that. She's really into it, though, so it can't be all that bad."

He imagined her hovering over each pot with the package in hand, scanning everything twice to make sure it was all in order, and chuckled. "Nope. Not bad at all."

Troy rubbed the back of his neck, and his attention drifted back to Johnny. Gat moved in clean, smooth arcs as he polished the car, and Troy chewed on the end of his cigarette as he watched him use the utmost care. "But it would need her undivided attention, eh?"

Johnny wrung the cloth out, and gave him a nod. "She takes her eyes off of any of it, the whole kitchen'll go up."

"Talk about a damn shame, though. V's missing out."

The cloth came to a dead stop as Johnny angled his head towards Troy. Any of the focused irritation he wore was wiped clean off of his face, and he leveled an incredulous stare at Troy as the seconds ticked by.

"What?" Troy flicked at his cigarette, and let it fall so he could put it out with his heel. Johnny lowered his sunglasses, and Troy gave him the edge of a crooked smile. "Anyway, if it starts pouring later, don't be surprised when I say I told you so."

He headed towards the door in the garage, and made it a point to ignore the way Johnny's eyes tracked him. He'd barely touched the knob and turned it, however, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Troy's comment was ready. He'd even managed to get the first word out, but Gat's mouth covered the rest, leaving him twisting to find a better angle.

"Is she, now?" Johnny asked between kisses, barely giving Troy time to breathe.

"After that?" Troy wound a hand into Johnny's hair, and smirked. "I know she is."