Hello chapter three... technically nine I think haha. Hope you enjoy.
Ch. 3
"I brought lasagna." The doctor handed his package to the man who had one hand stretched out to accept it and the other holding the door open.
"There is nothing better than Italian." He closed the door after the brunette and opened a corner of the container. "Especially when it's homemade. Look at you, Spence, cooking for yourself…and us."
Reid rolled his eyes and bent down to envelope Sanford in a warm, firm hug. "Hello, Sanford. Have you been well?"
Sanford lifted his arms as he gently wriggled out of Reid's grip and ran to the living room. He came back with a test. "Look! I got a ninety-six on my math test."
Darius tugged on one of his kids curls, returning the container to Spencer. "He's bragging but I do have to say that that is his lowest grade of the year." He cut his eyes as Sanford returned the test to his bag. "I'm so disappointed," he called jovially.
Sanford came back and looked at Reid carefully. "He's kidding, right?"
"Of course." Reid cast a mock disapproving glance at Darius. "Now, I'm hungry and I want to eat so I'm going to start dishing up."
"I'll help you Spencer!" Sanford volunteered, running to the entrance of the kitchen.
"I'll sit down…on the couch… comfortably." Darius grinned when he received a glare from both of the males standing in the kitchen doorway. "I deserve it. I work ha-ard." He drew out the last word with a wiggle of his finger and headed to the living room.
Spencer grabbed Sanford by the collar lightly, playfully, and tugged him into the kitchen. "Okay collaborator, you get the plates and I'll get the utensils. Now tell me what insipid means."
Reid and Sanford had developed this habit of playing a vocabulary game. Reid would give a random word and Sanford would define it. A probing look overcame the boys face as he racked his brain. "Insipid? Use it in a sentence."
Spencer scooped some of his homemade dish onto a plate Sanford handed him. "My first trial of lasagna was insipid and utterly tasteless."
Sanford handed another plate to Reid. "No taste… um, bland?"
"Yes, very good." He picked up one plate, handed it to Sanford with a fork, and took the other two himself. "Lets go, Genius."
DSDS
"How was your day at work?" Reid asked. He had just finished his lasagna and was putting his plate on the coffee table. Sanford was snuggling in one of the chairs he had brought in from the kitchen. Reid was sitting on the couch with his back against the arm, Daruis on the other side. He played with the hem of his vest and brought his knees to rest under his chin.
"Relaxing. The only one who gave me trouble today was the old man I was telling you about."
"Right," Reid replied. "The man who loves crass language and females and whatnot."
"Yes, him. Otherwise, like I said, relaxing."
"And how was your day, Sanford?" Reid asked, putting a hand in his long hair and tugging it lightly. Sanford looked up to the couch from the side of his chair, up at Spencer, and his eyes twinkled.
"There's a girl named Maria and she's really pretty. Her hair is sleek and shiny, her eyes are really dark brown and they're glossy. I think I'm in love and I want to marry her." His expression was serious.
The grown men both laughed, Reid trying to hide it as a bewildered Sanford watched them. "Do you have girls you like too?"
Reid stopped laughing and blushed. "No, not right…now." He looked over to Darius who was eyeing him curiously through squinted eyes. He checked his watch and huffed when he noticed a full ten seconds of bubbling laughter had ensued.
Darius started laughing louder, his legs shaking and the drink in his hand swishing. "You're too nerdy!"
Reid scoffed. "Yes, I know. Bookworm, etcetera." He turned to Sanford and ruffled his hair with the hand that was buried in it. "Well, Sanford. If you do want to marry her, perhaps you should wait until the both of you are of age. That would probably be the best thing to do." The emerald eyes kept his and the holder of those eyes nodded with conviction upon receiving the advice.
"Okay, Sanford," Darius fought the laughs trying to escape his rib cage. "Time for a bath, then off to bed."
"Yes, sir, daddy."
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Darius plopped on the couch next to Spencer and perched a leg on the table in front of him. "The fish tonight was good, Doc." He rubbed his stomach and burped for emphasis.
"Oh wow, really polite, Darius."
"Hey, I'm formal through my whole day, in front of you I can do whatever the hell I want."
Spencer's cheeks burned a light pink and he smiled softly as he stared at Darius from the other side of the couch. The darker man smiled back and turned forward towards the television. The brunette followed suit but a sad downturn took the place of his smile. Here I am again, falling for a straight man. Of course, why would that change?
Review please! Hope you liked! Maybe two or three more parts? I think I'm getting carried away with this lol The last scene is from another night. Like, I tried to make them seem more familiar to show a time pass? I guess.
