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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Conflicting Information
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood + Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17 for some suggestive content.
Word Count: 1,033
Summary: James thought it’d be a good idea to spend more time around Andrej’s partner, Zayne, in an effort to get to know the loudmouth better.
Author’s Note: October Songfic Challenge #1 at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. I chose the prompt suggestion of Adam Ant (and thus, his iconic song Goody Two Shoes.)
Goody, goody two shoes
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do
“You are such a prude,” Zayne scoffed, flopping onto Andrej’s couch, beer in hand. “Don’t you even dare try and deny it either.”
“I can vouch for the fact that he’s not,” James deadpanned, never looking away from the file he had spread across Zeklos’ coffee table. “He’s not even close.”
“Do you see how he’s blushing?” Zayne was pointing at his partner. “This is evidence that he is very much a prude.”
Rosewood looked up from the pictures he’d been sorting and studied his boyfriend. The rosy hue on Andrej’s cheeks only deepened at the appraisal, making him wonder what was going on behind those big blue eyes of James’. For all intents and purposes, a look like the one currently gracing the redhead’s face usually meant that clothes were about to be scattered. That look alone made him want to kick Reyes the hell out of his home and climb into Rosewood’s lap.
“No it doesn’t,” James said, moving a photo of a pile of cocaine into a pile to his left. “It just means he’s thinking inappropriate thoughts. Not that he colors like that every time his mind moves towards the gutter. The blush is only because he knows we know.”
“That’s a lot of nose candy,” Zayne said, seeing the picture James laid onto the table. “Damn.”
“It’s only a small portion of what we found, too.” Rosewood shook his head. “Fucking drug dealers.”
“Agreed. Let’s dump all of them along with all these homicidal idiots we chase into the ocean. I’ll drive.” Reyes went quiet, possibly mulling over the logistics, not to mention the legality, of driving hardened criminals into California and shoving them into the Pacific. “So, where’s your proof?”
Frowning, Rosewood glanced up from his file. “Proof of what?”
Reyes shrugged. “Proof that Zek’s not a prude.”
“Zayne, do we really need to be having this conversation right now?” Andrej’s heart lodged in his throat while continuing to beat wildly. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack, if he didn’t suffocate first.
“He’s having sex with me,” James said, turning back to a page in the file. “Frequently, too. What more proof do you need?”
“Oh dear god,” Zeklos groaned, walking out of the living room and securing himself in the kitchen. He was still able to hear what was being said in the other room, but at least neither of his guests could actually see how badly horrified he was by all of this.
The subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside
“Is he kinky?”
James laughed. “Kinky enough, Reyes. You keep asking questions like this and I’m going to ask you to join us later.”
Now there was an idea, Andrej thought. Not that he believed for a minute that Zayne would go through with it, but it was the stuff fantasies were made of. Who wouldn’t want to be the meaty middle in that man sandwich?
“Very funny, asshole,” Reyes said. “So, is he like handcuffs and blindfolds kinky or what?”
James was quiet for so long that Andrej was beginning to worry that he might actually give Reyes details of their intimate moments. “Please, just answer his question before I lose my mind,” he whispered.
“No, but he’s… let’s say he’s adventurous.”
Andrej could hear the smile in his voice as the words were spoken. Even though James was lying to Reyes, his words sent a searing flush of heat throughout his body. Truthfully, James was the adventurous, kinky one. Zeklos just came along for the ride. Literally.
“I wouldn’t have ever imagined it out of the little goody two shoes.” Reyes laughed again, and Zek imagined him focusing his heart-stopping green eyes on Rosewood as he spoke. “He presents such a picture of propriety and restraint that I’m shocked. Seriously, shocked.”
“You know what they say, right Reyes? That it’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for? Yeah, that’s our Andy.”
Both men indulged in a mutually dirty chuckle, making Andrej’s knees go weak. He loved and hated them both right now. When James had suggested having Reyes over on occasion so that the two alpha males could get used to one another, Andrej had initially resisted. Partly because he didn’t want to share what little time he got with James with anyone, but mostly because Zayne could be a right ass when it came to the redheaded narco. But right now, despite the humiliation he was feeling, he was happy that he’d given in. If it meant that they learned to get along and not snipe at one another, Zeklos figured he could stand to be the butt – literally and figuratively – of their jokes once in a while.
“It’s safe to come out now,” Rosewood called from the living room. “We’re done discussing our sex life.”
“For now,” Reyes added, predictably so.
Andrej pictured James shooting a nasty look in Zayne’s direction. “For good, baby. Come back and join us.”
“And bring me a refill, Zek honey,” Reyes added.
“He’s not your honey,” Rosewood drawled.
“Oh, he’ll always be my honey, narco. Get used to it,” Zayne teased.
“You say you’re not into him,” Rosewood said. “And yet, you’re constantly marking your territory.”
“Oh shut up,” Zayne spat, sounding rather flustered from where Zeklos stood. “And bring me my beer, Zek!”
“Good god,” Andrej grouched, pushing away from the wall he’d been leaning against. He grabbed two frosty bottles from out of the refrigerator and reentered the living room. “Keep your pants on.”
“Admit it,” Zayne grinned, taking a cold bottle from Zeklos’ hand. “You’d love it if I didn’t.”
Unable to stop it, that traitorous blush colored his cheeks yet again. “I plead the fifth,” he moaned, handing Rosewood the remaining bottle of beer. Falling onto the couch between his boyfriend and his partner, he covered his eyes with his forearm and pretended like neither man was in his living room. “Sometimes, I really do hate you both.”
Even though Andrej couldn’t see it, he knew the two quietly high fived over the top of his head. The jerks.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood + Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17 for some suggestive content.
Word Count: 1,033
Summary: James thought it’d be a good idea to spend more time around Andrej’s partner, Zayne, in an effort to get to know the loudmouth better.
Author’s Note: October Songfic Challenge #1 at
1_million_words. I chose the prompt suggestion of Adam Ant (and thus, his iconic song Goody Two Shoes.)Goody, goody two shoes
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do
“You are such a prude,” Zayne scoffed, flopping onto Andrej’s couch, beer in hand. “Don’t you even dare try and deny it either.”
“I can vouch for the fact that he’s not,” James deadpanned, never looking away from the file he had spread across Zeklos’ coffee table. “He’s not even close.”
“Do you see how he’s blushing?” Zayne was pointing at his partner. “This is evidence that he is very much a prude.”
Rosewood looked up from the pictures he’d been sorting and studied his boyfriend. The rosy hue on Andrej’s cheeks only deepened at the appraisal, making him wonder what was going on behind those big blue eyes of James’. For all intents and purposes, a look like the one currently gracing the redhead’s face usually meant that clothes were about to be scattered. That look alone made him want to kick Reyes the hell out of his home and climb into Rosewood’s lap.
“No it doesn’t,” James said, moving a photo of a pile of cocaine into a pile to his left. “It just means he’s thinking inappropriate thoughts. Not that he colors like that every time his mind moves towards the gutter. The blush is only because he knows we know.”
“That’s a lot of nose candy,” Zayne said, seeing the picture James laid onto the table. “Damn.”
“It’s only a small portion of what we found, too.” Rosewood shook his head. “Fucking drug dealers.”
“Agreed. Let’s dump all of them along with all these homicidal idiots we chase into the ocean. I’ll drive.” Reyes went quiet, possibly mulling over the logistics, not to mention the legality, of driving hardened criminals into California and shoving them into the Pacific. “So, where’s your proof?”
Frowning, Rosewood glanced up from his file. “Proof of what?”
Reyes shrugged. “Proof that Zek’s not a prude.”
“Zayne, do we really need to be having this conversation right now?” Andrej’s heart lodged in his throat while continuing to beat wildly. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack, if he didn’t suffocate first.
“He’s having sex with me,” James said, turning back to a page in the file. “Frequently, too. What more proof do you need?”
“Oh dear god,” Zeklos groaned, walking out of the living room and securing himself in the kitchen. He was still able to hear what was being said in the other room, but at least neither of his guests could actually see how badly horrified he was by all of this.
The subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside
“Is he kinky?”
James laughed. “Kinky enough, Reyes. You keep asking questions like this and I’m going to ask you to join us later.”
Now there was an idea, Andrej thought. Not that he believed for a minute that Zayne would go through with it, but it was the stuff fantasies were made of. Who wouldn’t want to be the meaty middle in that man sandwich?
“Very funny, asshole,” Reyes said. “So, is he like handcuffs and blindfolds kinky or what?”
James was quiet for so long that Andrej was beginning to worry that he might actually give Reyes details of their intimate moments. “Please, just answer his question before I lose my mind,” he whispered.
“No, but he’s… let’s say he’s adventurous.”
Andrej could hear the smile in his voice as the words were spoken. Even though James was lying to Reyes, his words sent a searing flush of heat throughout his body. Truthfully, James was the adventurous, kinky one. Zeklos just came along for the ride. Literally.
“I wouldn’t have ever imagined it out of the little goody two shoes.” Reyes laughed again, and Zek imagined him focusing his heart-stopping green eyes on Rosewood as he spoke. “He presents such a picture of propriety and restraint that I’m shocked. Seriously, shocked.”
“You know what they say, right Reyes? That it’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for? Yeah, that’s our Andy.”
Both men indulged in a mutually dirty chuckle, making Andrej’s knees go weak. He loved and hated them both right now. When James had suggested having Reyes over on occasion so that the two alpha males could get used to one another, Andrej had initially resisted. Partly because he didn’t want to share what little time he got with James with anyone, but mostly because Zayne could be a right ass when it came to the redheaded narco. But right now, despite the humiliation he was feeling, he was happy that he’d given in. If it meant that they learned to get along and not snipe at one another, Zeklos figured he could stand to be the butt – literally and figuratively – of their jokes once in a while.
“It’s safe to come out now,” Rosewood called from the living room. “We’re done discussing our sex life.”
“For now,” Reyes added, predictably so.
Andrej pictured James shooting a nasty look in Zayne’s direction. “For good, baby. Come back and join us.”
“And bring me a refill, Zek honey,” Reyes added.
“He’s not your honey,” Rosewood drawled.
“Oh, he’ll always be my honey, narco. Get used to it,” Zayne teased.
“You say you’re not into him,” Rosewood said. “And yet, you’re constantly marking your territory.”
“Oh shut up,” Zayne spat, sounding rather flustered from where Zeklos stood. “And bring me my beer, Zek!”
“Good god,” Andrej grouched, pushing away from the wall he’d been leaning against. He grabbed two frosty bottles from out of the refrigerator and reentered the living room. “Keep your pants on.”
“Admit it,” Zayne grinned, taking a cold bottle from Zeklos’ hand. “You’d love it if I didn’t.”
Unable to stop it, that traitorous blush colored his cheeks yet again. “I plead the fifth,” he moaned, handing Rosewood the remaining bottle of beer. Falling onto the couch between his boyfriend and his partner, he covered his eyes with his forearm and pretended like neither man was in his living room. “Sometimes, I really do hate you both.”
Even though Andrej couldn’t see it, he knew the two quietly high fived over the top of his head. The jerks.
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Date: 2015-10-05 08:02 pm (UTC)Aw, and thank you!