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Lachoweek Day 6: Lalo's pronouns are he/him/HIS cause Nacho took everything in the divorce

Summary:

While in the process of a divorce Lalo and Nacho accidentally save their relationship when they find out they share a kink; wasting their lawyers’ and the court system’s time.

For prompt: Divorce

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“W-well, I can’t be both of your’s lawyer! A-and I don’t really do family law!” Jimmy looks to Nacho, hoping he will be more likely to see reason.

 

“No? You will for me, right? Your good friends Lalo?” Lalo grins.

 

Jimmy can see his hand move behind the desk and the next second Nacho shifts in his seat, leaning away from his soon-to-be-ex husband. 

 

“I…I guess. I mean, of course. Of course I can represent you but…mister Varga, um, Salamanca? Varga-Salamanca?” He gestures to Nacho, who rolls his eyes.

 

“Just Varga,” he huffs.

 

“In the case that I was to represent you mister Salamanca, mister Varga would need to find council elsewhere. I can’t represent both husband and…husband, that’d be very inappropriate.”

 

Nacho didn’t look very happy with his decision to favor Lalo’s business.

 

“I can refer you to a colleague at a different firm if you would like?” Jimmy bends down to ruffle around in his drawers for one of the business card he keeps in case of emergencies. 

 

Nacho takes the glossy card he holds out for him, turning it over in his hand for a moment before even looking at it. 

 

“Kim Wexler? She looks expensive.”

 

“No, no, not at all! She provides excellent service and she’s a bargain at her going rate!” Jimmy clears his throat at Nacho’s smirk, deciding to ignore what he might be implying under different circumstances. 

 

Nacho seems to think it over for a moment, while Lalo leans closer to peek at the business card. He gets pushed away before he can read the phone number on it.

 

“I can assure you she will give your case the attention it deserves!” Jimmy gets out of his chair to wish Nacho goodbye, calling Francesca over to walk him out. On the way back to his chair he grabs a contract document. 

 

“So, in the case you wish to employ me as your legal representation-” he starts as he puts the paper in front of Lalo. He doesn’t have time to finish the sentence before Lalo has already signed the little dotted line. 

 

“What date is it?” he asks, frowning at the piece of paper.

 

“Oh…um, the twenty fifth.”

 

Lalo writes that down and slides the paper over, sticking the Saul Goodman & Associates -branded pen in his shirt pocket. Jimmy doesn’t mention it, glancing down at the document as he grabs his notebook.

 

“So, let’s get started. Are there any children you share custody of?”

 

*

 

“Oh! Hi!” Kim smiles awkwardly as if they hadn’t been in the courtroom arguing against each other not even ten minutes ago. 

 

“Did- did you see my client anywhere?” Jimmy sighs, starting to feel the heat of the coffee through the paper cups. He puts them down on top of the trash can they are standing by. He’s not looking forward to this debrief. It would probably have been a good idea to update his will last night. 

 

“Uh- I think he went to the bathroom.” She grabs his arm before he can run off. “Jimmy!”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“You…you’re not in trouble, right? I mean, he lied about his assets, I mean- I mean to you too, he’s a bad client! It isn’t your fault they wrote a prenup that didn’t disclose all of that!” 

 

“Are you worried about me?” he laughs a little, awkwardly. He is worried about him. And Kim knows about the whole cartel-deal, of course she’s worried about him too. Right? He just lost a cartel guy several millions in cash and real estate, it’s not like that’s gonna go over smoothly.

 

“Just- look, if you need anything…” she sighs, “I don’t know what I could do but…”

 

“It’s okay, we’ll appeal and I’ll tell him to get everything straightened out. Your client is… more reasonable. Maybe we can make them settle out of court!”

 

Kim puts on a smile, nodding a little before she sends him off. He takes a few deep breaths on the way over to the men’s bathroom. There’s no one at the urinals but one of the stall doors are closed.

 

“Hey, uh, Lalo?” he calls, biting his lip for a moment. “Look, I know it looked bad in there, but we’ll work this out on appeal, okay?”

 

He loosened his collar a little, suddenly feeling like he was going to sweat through his suit.

 

“I- I got you some coffee and we can sit down and go through all this, alright? We just gotta figure out all these assets you forgot to tell me about and-”

 

There’s a sudden noise echoing against the walls. Jimmy stops talking, trying to figure out what’s going on. It sounded almost like someone gagging, on the verge of throwing up. He steps towards the closed stall door.

 

“You- uh, you alright in there?”

 

“We’re fine,” comes Nacho’s voice in response. 

 

Jimmy glances down underneath the stall door, finding two pairs of shoes. One pair he recognizes instantly - Lalo’s bright blue mocasines on a pair of feet belonging to a man on his knees. He assumes the pair of black leather boots are Nacho’s. 

 

“Ah. Um, well, I’ll leave you to it, just- um- call me when you’re ready to appeal and we’ll…we’ll have a meeting!” Jimmy walks backwards towards the door and almost bangs his head into the dryer, setting it off as he scurries out of the bathroom.

 

Nacho grins down at Lalo, letting go of his nose. Lalo pulls back, panting as he tries to catch his breath. He presses his nose against the base of Nacho’s cock, mouthing at his balls.

 

“You’re fucking disgusting for getting off on this,” he huffs. How did Lalo even manage to orchestrate a situation that would leave him literally penniless in a state with a community property regime?

 

“Sí, that’s it, cariño, talk dirty to me,” Lalo mumbles.

 

“Yeah? You’re so pathetic, sucking me off thinking I’ll give you your shit back. I’ll take the fucking clothes off your back, make you walk out of here naked.”

 

Lalo just moans as he takes Nacho’s cock back down his throat.

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