Heehee, more Cames fluff! This has two parts, so be ready! Thanks for the review, Shani-san! Glad it helped you somewhat! :) Disclaimer: I own NOTHING but the idea of this crossover, but nothing else! Enjoy!
"Dude, why are you up? It's so early…!" Carlos whined as he moved like a sloth into the kitchen, nearly tripping over one foot and falling to the floor as he sat down at the counter.
James turned to him with a raised eyebrow, stirring the bowl of egg yolks in his hands rapidly with a large spoon. "Dude, there's like only twenty minutes until our alarm goes off; it shouldn't be so 'early' for you." He pointed out, dumping the yolks into the pan and making sure the heat from the stove wasn't too high or low.
"Well I'm use to the alarm waking me up, not you cooking up a storm!" Carlos hissed back, stifling a yawn before crossing his arms over the counter. "So, did you have breakfast duty today and I completely forgot?"
"Nope, I'm making breakfast for Chase." The brunette said simply, cutting up the pieces of turkey beacon and tossing them with the yolks, which were already starting to cook up; he fished out two slices of low-fat, American cheese and stirred up the eggs so they were scrambled, cutting up the cheese and sprinkling it like fine snow over the turkey.
Carlos looked at his older brother oddly; okay, that wasn't the answer he was expecting. "Okay…who are you and what have you done with my brother?" He asked as he got up to fix himself a bowl of cereal.
"Ha, very funny; you act as if I can't do a nice thing for someone." James said over his shoulder, handing Carlos the milk carton; he got a clean bowl from the pantry and poured in his cornflakes, taking a spoon James didn't use from the silverware tray on top of the microwave.
The Hispanic boy rolled his eyes, dark brown eyes on his breakfast. "Hermano, I didn't mean it like that; I'm just surprised because you don't normally act this charming to a guy in the 'just friends' zone. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you and Chase were married already or something."
James nearly dropped the toaster. "I-I just want to treat Chase to my awesome cooking, or are you going to deny that I make the best omelets this side of the country?" The brunette said, going for the small tub of cream cheese over butter; it was much healthier plus it brought out the great taste of whole wheat.
Carlos let out a chuckle around his spoon. "Nah, I won't deny what's true. Still, hermano, you seem to be real taken with Chase; are you going to be honest with me, or are we going to keep playing this game?" James sighed and turned to Carlos, plugging in the toaster and putting in two loaves of whole wheat bread.
"Okay, okay little bro; I do like Chase, you know kind of more than just friends. I mean he's sweet and smart, he's good at the guitar and sensitive, plus I don't know…he's like another breath of fresh air after losing my mom, I told him everything, even about my dad." James admitted this, making the other's eyes widen.
"Dude, you swore you'd never tell anyone about Mama Brooke and ex-Papa Diamond! Heck, you made me swear and I already had Mami and Papi promise not to let anyone else of the family have a clue about it! And Chase just talks to you…? Wow, the dude's magical or something!" Carlos said, grinning; James flushed a bright red at this, smiling softly back though.
"Yeah, Chase Logan Davenport sure is something; he told me his middle name during our twenty question walk" James said, when he saw Carlos' confused look; the smile on his face fell a little though. "But there's no way Chase would want to go out with me."
"Wait what, Jay what are you saying?! Chase is head-over-heels for you, he makes it obvious! He's always blushing and stuff around you, when you talk to him, everything!" Carlos exclaimed, making sure to keep his voice down so not to wake up his Mom (Dad was out working late, again) thus get eaten by the not-morning-person dragon.
"Yeah I know, but maybe he blushes because he's not use to someone flirting with him? I don't know but look: I'm hot, cool, and athletic, the typical player; Chase is smart and sweet and cute, totally normal guy. Why would a totally normal guy who can get anyone he wants to notice him, go for a dude that has the rep of a player? Remember what they called me back in Minnesota, the 'Hot Heartbreaker', no way man; Chase would never go with someone with that kind of rep. Which…is why tomorrow night at dinner, I'm going to use The Face and my wicked crash charms to show him that I'm for real about him, that he is the one that I really want a committed relationship with. And I'm James Diamond, son of Brooke Diamond; like she taught me, I know how to get what I want." James said with a grin, hearing the dinging noise of the toaster and pulling the toast slices to get cracking on the cream cheese.
"So, we, Carlos Garcia and James Diamond-Garcia" (Mami and Papi had Garcia added to James' last name instead of having him take it as his new identity, out of respect for Brooke) "Me and my brother both have crushes? And on the Davenport brothers, might I add?" Carlos said, the sleep now out of his eyes now that he had some sugar in.
"Yep, we both are lovey-dovey for the Davenport boys, you for the strong wild man, and me for the cute Einstein." James said, packing up the now ready omelet and toast in an eco-friendly container, adding some hand-squeezed orange juice in a recycled water bottle, minus the tag.
"So what are we waiting for? You got a boy to sweep off his feet!" Carlos said, sprinting from his stool to dump his empty bowl in the sink and grabbing his bag.
"Yeah good idea, bro; just, aren't you forgetting something?" James said, cleaning the kitchen of his mess and pointing to Carlos' clothes.
The shorter boy looked down; he was still in his boxers and black tank top, socks on but no shoes with his helmet close to falling off his head.
"Ha, right shower and get dressed then we go!" Carlos said, a sheepish blush to his cheeks before he sprinted back up the stairs to their room, James rolling his eyes in a fond fashion.
"At least he remembered to wear underwear this time; don't want a repeat of the Florida getaway incident."
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"Oh my gosh, James this is delicious!" Chase gushed over his third forkful of omelet.
The gang, Leo, Adam, Bree, and Chase, all met up with Carlos and James in the cafeteria that morning after getting off the bus for school; Carlos was chatting with Leo and Adam about some of the stunt history he's achieved over the years, Bree was making gooey eyes at Owen as he had her pose for a water color sketch while Chase…Chase was falling in love with James' cooking.
Seriously, it was that good!
"I hope it is; I was a little worried that I didn't chop the turkey and cheese well enough so that they didn't overpower each other in flavor but balanced out the combination of both to the eggs. How's the toast, too crispy?" James asked, sitting so close to the smaller boy that their hips touched and shoulders brushed.
Chase tried to keep the rapid pounding of his heart under control, afraid his nerves were so high that he'd end up sneezing and launching a wad of bionic snot James' way.
"The omelet is great and the toast is not too crispy, really it's like I'm eating something from a five-star restaurant! I can't believe you did this for me, wow…!" Chase said, wiping his mouth and giving the pretty boy a big smile; James winked and brushed a thumb over Chase's firm chin, laughing at the blush that soon overtook the other's soft features.
"Hey anything for my cute little Einstein; you know I LOVE making you blush and smile all shy like that! Ah, there it is!" James basically cooed over the brilliant bionic boy, taking his flirting plans a little farther as he laced one long, well-muscled arm around Chase's waist.
He leaned closer and nuzzled his nose to the shell of Chase's left ear, the other arm joining the first around his waist so he can pull Chase into his strong frame, Chase's body angled so if someone wasn't paying close attention, it would seem as if the shorter, plaid-wearing boy was sitting on his lap.
Yeah, that didn't help Chase in pushing his blush down!
Said boy felt like his whole mouth, throat and tongue had suddenly gone desert dry, James seeing this and quick to offer him his bottle of orange juice. "You seem thirsty, Chasey, here drink some of my orange juice, all hand squeezed." He offered, holding the bottle up to the other's pale lips.
Chase nodded shakily and took a swig slowly, looking down with red cheeks when James wiped at his lips with a napkin
"T-Thanks, James…"
"You're welcome, my little Einstein. Can I have the honor to walk you to class?" James asked, once Chase finished the last bites.
Chase rubbed at his cheeks and smiled, nodding; the pretty boy grinned and packed up the empty container away into his backpack, getting up and offering a hand.
"See you guys later; I have a cutie with brown eyes to escort to class." James said; he waved to the others, kissing Bree on the cheek, before leading Chase out of the cafeteria.
Carlos watched the two leave, grinning the whole time.
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Oh man, this was torture!
All day James sat by Chase during classes (the brunette was smarter than he looked, since all the classes Chase took were advanced, college-credit classes) and in every period the brunette either held his hand, had an arm around the back of his chair (most of the classes had lab-like tables instead of desks) or had a hand on his knee. The brunette was paying attention like normal, taking notes and listening to the teacher; it was like it didn't strike him as odd to be so physical, so close in contact to Chase.
And that was driving Chase crazy!
His heart was pumping, his breathing off, face stuck in a red bloom! His bionics were acting up, like certain objects like his pencil or James' backpack floating because of his molecular kinesis, his GPS was already pinpointing the location of James' house for tomorrow night's family dinner, heck his brain was downloading every book on flirting and romantic relationships as he wrote!
He was on edge, he had no idea how to deal with this and…he so liked having James close!
When James wrapped an arm around his shoulders, a shiver rolled down his spine. "Are you cold, Chase?" He asked softly, his hazel-green eyes light and warm.
"Y-Yeah, I am a little…" Chase answered, knees shaking under the table.
"Here, let me help you…" James pulled off his dark blue sweatshirt and handed it to him, helping Chase get his hands and head through the slightly large clothing piece.
The brilliant boy was back in a blushing fit yet snuggled close into the sweatshirt; it smelled like James, spices and vanilla. "T-Thanks…"
"No problem, Chase…." James whispered before turning back to the teacher; he didn't let go of Chase's hand still.
Oh boy…!
'Is he TRYING to kill me?!'
And it was only halfway through third period, oh spare him!
