"Mmm, sounds yummy. What time you want me over?" Elijah had asked. Zay had just known he was licking his lips.
"Half hour?" Zay had said around the mouthful of food he had been tasting.
"Great see you in thirty.''
When the doorbell had rang Zay dropped what he was doing and went to answer the door. By the time he got there, there was no one there. Oh well, he had thought to himself. It must have been those dam kids again.
Just when Zay got to the kitchen the doorbell had rang again. Damn those kids are back again he had thought. Going into the pantry in search the blue fly swatter with the handle white. Grabbing it off the nail he had gone back to the door to shoo off the unruly kids that kept on ringing the doorbell. Stomping up to the door with the fly swatter in hand he had opened it, and stopped with the flyswatter in midair facing. ‘Elijah. Oh my’, Zay had thought as he could feel his face getting red and lowered the flyswatter. Then he had let it drop to the floor fast.
"Umm, Hey there!" a surprised Zay had said.
"Hey there to you too Zay. Mmm, smells good in here. Is there anything you want me to do Zay?" Elijah had asked.
"Nope got it all. Oh wait there's some champagne over by the table you can pour that."
"Zay, what's that smell?" Elijah had asked.
Zay had turned around and saw smoke coming from the oven. "Shit not again!" Zay had run to the oven and pulled out the smoking dish. He had slammed the oven door and threw the hot pads in the sink.
"Whoa, man, what was that all about?" Elijah had asked.
"Oh I don't know. I guess I'm not good enough to cook. I feel I'm not good enough. Who wants to date a guy who has a muscle disorder? And now I burned a meal that I cooked for you," Zay had almost cried in despair.
"Zay I don't care if you burnt a meal. There’re plenty more meals to be cooked and to be eaten by us. Come and sit we need to talk," Elijah had said pointing to the kitchen chair.
"Zay, it’s been over a month now and I've seen a lot of great things you've been doing. Learning to cook and the landscaping you did around the mall grounds. But what concerns me is your health and not eating. And you're looking tired. Also I don’t want to hear you saying you're worthless. You are not worthless!" Elijah had insisted.
"Well, yeah, I'm a little tired," Zay had said around a yawn. "And about eating, well, I just don't have the time. It's busy because of the nice weather."
"I understand Zay, but you need to take care of yourself and get plenty of sleep." Taking some paper and pencils off the table that Zay left out Elijah had handed them to Zay. "Here's what I want you to do. I want you to write ‘You Are Your Own Rainbow’ until I tell you to stop. And also there is one more thing you need to know You Are my own Rainbow and I'm falling in love with you already."
Zay smiled as he remembered Elijah’s words. He watched this rainbow shine brightly in the afternoon sky until he heard a rustle of leaves behind him and turn to see his lover leaning against a tree watching him. The older man held out his hand and waited for Zay to come to him. When Zay was close enough Elijah pull his man into a bone crushing hug and whispered, “You are my rainbow, Zay.”
James came into the bungalow and smiled at Jax. "Hello there Jax, how are you doing?”
Jaxon smiled at the older man, “Doing good James. Just relaxing here in my throne surveying my kingdom.”
“Well, I’ve come to bug you a while."
The younger man laughed, "Sure, James, just as long as you don't make me eat Spaghettios.”
James chuckled. "I'm not here to make you eat anything Jax, but I did want to talk about was moving you."
"Moving me?" Jax mumbled, "But I thought you said I could stay here at the resort."
James placed a hand on Jax's good arm. "Of course you may stay at the resort. But the gentlemen who usually use this bungalow are coming soon. Heath and I talked about it and we'd like you to move into my house with us."
"Oh," the younger man said. He looked down at James's hand on his arm, but didn't say anything.
James frowned slightly, "You don't like the idea?"
Jax looked up at this man that was making room for him in his home. His brown eyes glistened. “If you're sure, I like to stay in your house."
James smiled then and said firmly, "I'm very sure."
"And Doc is ok with it too?" Jax asked. "I don't want to get in the way."
James said, "Doc is very much okay with it and you won't be getting in the way. We both want you there."
"Well, ok, then. It will be easier for you too, um, if I’m in your house," Jax said. "I meant you don't have to give up your bed to sleep on that sofa bed."