Nicholas
Are you busy?
Not thirty seconds later a text comes in.
Andrew
That depends on the why?
Nicholas
Either you’re busy or you’re not, princess.
Andrew
You’re such a fucking only child. You would be surprised at what my brothers have asked me to do late at night. If anything you need requires an alibi, real clothes, or me driving then I’m busy. Otherwise, I'm lying on the couch reading.
A smile tugs at the corner of Nicholas’s mouth picturing Andrew spread out on his couch with that Kindle of his. Probably reading some spicy romance, if that one glance he got at his library was any indication.
Nicholas
Is it fairy porn?
Andrew
I hate you. I’m very busy. Stop texting me.
Unable to resist, Nicholas hits call, gratified when Andrew answers on the second ring.
“This is not leaving me alone.”
“You didn’t tell me to leave you alone, you said not to text and I’m not.”
“Fucking sneaky bastard.” Andrew laughs. “What’s up?”
“I need you.”
“That’s very vague. I’m going to need some specifics.”
“I need my boyfriend to come meet the team tonight. Captain’s orders.”
“Oh.” Andrew sighs, adjusting himself on the couch, if the sounds of shuffling are anything to go by. “I uh…how long do I have?”
“You don’t have to come,” Nicholas says, surprised at himself for offering Andrew an out. This was sort of the whole point of having a fake boyfriend. Andrew was supposed to do what he wanted and needed, and he wasn’t supposed to care where Andrew’s feelings fit into the equation.
“No, that’s our deal. I just need to change out of my home clothes and muster up the fortitude to drive.”
“I’ll send a car for you.”
“I have a car,” Andrew reminds him.
“Yeah, but you don’t want to drive. Let me send someone. Boyfriend privileges.”
“Is this what you’d do for any boyfriend?” Andrew asks.
No. This is only for you.
“Yeah,” Nicholas lies.
