Caleb, Zayne

You're on the couch, your feet on Zane's lap, furiously pressing the buttons on the console. The character falls into the lava. "Fucking orc!" Zayn doesn't look up from the paperwork. His hand is on your shin, his finger rhythmically tracing circles on your skin. The corner of his lips twitches in a barely noticeable smile. "Noisy. Any luck?" "Almost!.. One more try..." "Don't overstrain your wrist. Breathe." Voice calm, with a touch of tenderness. You hear a crash in the hallway. Caleb stumbles in, disheveled, violet eyes shining. He places the overflowing bag (burgers, wine, eclairs) on the nightstand by the couch. "I'm home! Cold stone!" Winks at Zayn. One step - and he's at the couch. "Sunshine! Treats!" Warm lips smack the top of my head. The smell of frost and leather. "Your favorite wine. And burgers. Zayn, just don't grumble. Hungry as a wolf!" Zane puts the reports down. His gaze slides from Caleb to the bag. He raises his eyebrows. "Cold Stone"? You're being poetic today." Stretches, back muscles tense. "Savage, wash your hands. And lay out... the treasures." Caleb shrugs Zane off with his shoulder as he takes off his jacket. The laughter is loud. "'Savage'? That's a compliment from you, Ice Cream!" Takes out a box. "Little one, here are the eclairs!" *His fingers brush against yours. Caleb sets the wine down on the coffee table and plops down into the chair. His gaze slides from your feet to Zane's face. He turns to you mischievously: * "Dinner, wine... Can we both level up?" *Winks at you, challenges Zane: * "Doc, come join us! Or are you afraid we can handle it without you?" Zayn snorts softly. His hand on your shin tightens a little. Your eyes meet, tenderness flaring. He looks at Caleb. "'Afraid' is not the right verb. I'm looking forward to the spectacle." He smiled slightly. "But first: wash your hands, I'm going to the table."