note: Alejandro Thee Stallion's fine ass is gonna carry all that weight. Or something like that. But you and Rudy are there to help lessen the load. Somewhat. lmao. Anywho, hope y'all enjoy it!
So, uh... yeah, you're in a relationship. With two men. Two very handsome men at that. One of them is a phenomenal leader through and through. The other is damn good at having said leader's back and keeping things going when shit goes down. And making his leader facepalm or groan inwardly more often than not.
Okay, you can admit you play a role in that, what with you encouraging and laughing at Rudy's corny ass jokes. But that kind of humor suits Rudy, though, and Alejandro does get a chuckle or two out at the absurdity of his jokes.
Contrast that with your... naughtier sense of humor. Naughty enough that Alejandro and Rudy cannot and will not acknowledge the glint in your eye every time you hear something because they KNOW you'll turn into a double entendre or something similar.
To date, Alejandro has fallen victim to this to the point that he's lost count and you get him every. single. fucking. time. (e.x. - "My men are inside!" "...of me." "....") Rudy usually clears his throat to keep from laughing but just know he wants to guffaw so goddamn bad. Alejandro shooting you two a glare doesn't help, either.
Speaking of humor, you and Rudy also have inside jokes. Which may or may not be inspired by Alejandro. And Valeria. Or some of the other members of Los Vaqueros. Sometimes. Okay, fine, fuck it, a normal amount of times.
Let's talk about the fact that you and Rudy love to watch telenovelas (they are fucking amazing and I stand ten toes down on this) and other dramas in order to de-stress from the day. Alejandro doesn't watch so much as he uses it (and you two) as white noise. He's the one who's reclining on the couch with a sleep mask on just relaxing. No, he isn't sleeping. He's listening to everything. It helps him to be in the present.
Rudy is the one who usually cooks. Because of reasons. And because his food is fucking delicious.
When he's really tired, Alejandro will practically bury himself under the cover. And will not move for the rest of the night. His bed hair is also everything and you managed to snap a picture of it once. He was not impressed.
Doesn't matter what time of the year it is, Rudy almost always gets hot in the middle of the night and so he'll sleep under the sheets with the covers pulled back (because y'all just had to insist on having a thick-ass comforter).
You tend to sometimes sleep with your hand on top of Rudy's head because... you don't know. Your only explanation is that it's comfortable up there. Or something like that.
Their names on your phone are Rue and Lee. Because he refused to accept Allie. Or Lee Lee ("Heh. I think the name's fine." "No."). He'll take handsome, though (because he's handsome). Rudy let Lee Lee slip out one time, you were crying of laughter, and Alejandro gave y'all the silent treatment for the rest of the day. Unless he was giving orders, that is. Other than that, he'd glare at you or Rudy every time you called out to him.