Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor do I completely own Nick and Jeff (although I'm pretty much creating their personalities myself since we haven't gotten to know them too well on the show).
A/n: I'm bad. I ended up posting the sequel to "Still Need You Around" tonight because I just couldn't wait any longer to share it. So yes, I have three active stories. And 2 papers, a lesson plan, and several other assignments to complete in the next 2 weeks. Fun, fun, fun.
Bratwurst
Fourth of July barbecues were always fun at Nick and Jeff's house, mostly because they usually had the pleasure of hosting a large group of former Warblers and their families. Jeff somehow always got put in charge of manning the grill, while Nick focused on making sure that the kids (and sometimes even their former classmates!) played it safe around the in ground swimming pool in their backyard because he'd once been a lifeguard. Though Nick suspected that it was at least partially Jeff's excuse for admiring him from across the backyard on those occasions, because more often than not at least a few of the burgers and brats Jeff cooked for the occasion were a bit… well, overdone was the nicest way to say it.
"Jeff… they're black. Like, burnt to a crisp black," Nick heard David comment, smiling at the laughter that was implied in the tall black man's voice. "Seriously, you would think that after more than a decade of being together you would be a little better at managing those lustful thoughts about your husband…"
"Shut. Up." Nick didn't even have to look to know that Jeff was embarrassed. The blonde man was most likely bright red, and not from the sun that was beating down on them.
"Oh come on, Jeff… you know you were staring at that boy's abs. Hell, if I was into that kind of thing, I would probably have a hard time keeping my eyes off him, too…"
"Shut up, David, and keep away from my husband." Nick just smiled and bit down into his own (slightly burnt) bratwurst.