#bottot

Marco was just sitting down with his little pizza out of the oven when Jan Kees came back to the apartment, setting down his briefcase, and muttering out a few curses towards someone (probably Elijah, from the sound of Jan’s exasperation). Marco waves from the dining room, and then turns towards his food. He and Jan have a policy that if Jan’s not back by six, Marco’s eating without him, and it’s nearly six thirty already.

However, he’s hardly two bites into the aforementioned pizza when he hears Jan speak.

“What the hell are you eating?”

Marco glances up at him, and then shrugs. “Pizza. Bought it out of the freezer at the corner store.”

“That-” Jan says with certainty in his voice. “-is not pizza.”

Marco rolls his eyes. He knows exactly what this is about. “Listen, Jan, just because it’s not New York style doesn’t mean it isn’t pizza-”

“How dare you bring this monstrosity called ‘deep dish’ into my home.”

Jan’s still offended, but its hard to take him seriously when they’re arguing over pizza. Marco admits it, he snorts.

“Alright, if you want to debate what legally defines pizza, I’ll leave that up to you and Jean Baptiste.”

“Illinois knows nothing about pizza, and besides, you’re eating it in my house!” 

Marco looks up and Jan still looks so serious, and he bursts into laughter. Jan’s frown twitches at the corner, and Marco can’t help it, he doubles over again.

“You look so fucking ridiculous, Yank!” He manages through tears, and slowly, Jan’s frown starts to fade slightly. Marco manages to get up, and hands him his phone.

“Alright, if you’ve got such a problem with it, order in some real pizza. But you’re paying.”

Jan rolls his eyes, but the Floridian pops up on his toes and kisses the much taller New Yorker (really, who let this man be 5′11?), and that’s the end of that.

“Alright, Florida Man, just get that horror out of my sight.”

Marco laughs. “With pleasure.”

Jan steps into the living room to order pizza, and Marco quickly finishes off the rest of the personal sized deep dish. When Jan returns, he notes the empty plate.

“You tossed it, right?”

Marco smiles coyly while patting his stomach, and Jan groans. “What am I going to do with you?”

Marco laughs again, and this time, Jan breaks into a smile as well, even though he’s still trying not too. “Seriously, what am I going to do with you?!”