Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
Note: This takes place in the same AU as the Contempt, Wrong, and Sweeten prompts from the third prompt table.
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Darius dropped his bulk onto their worn couch and reached forward to grab his boyfriend by the back of Patrick's purple shirt, "Come here, break time."
He pulled the resisting teenager down to sit next to him, wrapping an arm around the blond to keep him sitting down. Pat whined, "Come on, Dare! There's still a lot we need to get done for the move and Franky and the others-"
The older man cut him off, "Won't be here until at least eight tonight, if I know them. If I'd promised them some of your cooking, then they'd have been here at daybreak to help out. But for take-out pizza and burgers? Eight o'clock would be early for them. Pat, we've been up since this morning packing and it's practically lunch now. We can take a thirty minute break to eat and relax."
His boyfriend pouted, but relented, "Fine, but we're eating out of the fridge. We need to clear it out anyway."
Darius grumbled but gave in, deciding to just be happy that he'd gotten Patrick to stop for a little while. He let his dark eyes roam over the piles of packed and labeled boxes as well as the still empty ones, amazed at the mess that they'd managed to make in their preparation to move yet again.
At least this time it was for a good reason. Franky had told Darius about some apartments that had opened up in the building he lived in, prompting Darius to bring up the topic to Pat which had quickly led to them putting in an offer for one of the apartments.
They'd gotten it, to their joy. The new apartment was cheaper than the one they currently had, was closer to Darius' work and also near a better bus terminal for Pat to take to school and work as well. It also helped that not only Franky lived there, but so did Nella, another coworker of Darius' but with the exception that she was actually friends with Patrick too.
In short, this move would be good for them, especially since they were finally getting a bit more financially stable now. Darius had recently gotten a small raise at work and Patrick was getting commissions on a more regular basis now, not enough to quit his part-time job over but enough that they could breath a little easier between bill payments.
Darius even dared to let himself dream that they might have enough extra after the move to actually buy some new furniture. Not a complete new set though, but at least a new couch and some replacement dining chairs. The mix-matched set they had now still secretly grated on his nerves, especially since one had wobbly legs that resisted every attempt made to stabilize them.
Patrick sighed and moved to snuggle against him, breaking Darius out of his vengeful thoughts on stubborn furniture. The teen shifted to look up at him, giving the older man a smile. He returned it, leaning down to give his boyfriend a quick kiss. When they broke apart, Patrick sighed again and shoved off the couch to stand up, "So, what do you want for lunch? I know we still have some leftover Chinese and I think there's still some lasagna left from yesterday."
Darius grimaced as he got up as well to follow him into the kitchen, "Not sure. Let's just double check the fridge and I'll decide from there."
To be honest, he'd have rather eat something Patrick had made but the teen was right about them needing to clean out the fridge before they moved. At least they could eat something homemade tomorrow, which he was looking forward to.