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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Freaking Perfect
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: gen, Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood
Rating: NC-17 for suggestive smut-talk (I’m looking at you, James)
Word Count: 2,186
Summary: Andrej thinks he’s going to have a quiet night and begins reflecting on his day and his partners – both his professional one and his romantic one.
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1_million_words LAST. WEEK. Yeah, so I’m a little late, what of it? Oh, and H? WHAT DID YOU MAKE ME GO AND DO THIS FOR? I’m not sure if I love you or hate you for this yet.
Stirring his coffee, Andrej thought back on the conversation he’d had with his partner that morning.
“She’s perfect,” Zayne said, watching as the blonde wandered past them. “Look at that –”
“Nobody’s perfect,” Andrej interrupted, giving the other man a mental eye roll. “Not me, not you, and definitely not her.”
“Why not her,” Zayne asked, genuine curiosity etched on his face.
“Her body might be perfect,” Andy said, not really knowing for certain what made a woman’s body ‘perfect’, “but you know nothing about the rest of her. She could be a homicidal maniac for all we know.”
“Good,” Zayne grinned. “I love a challenge.”
A challenge, he thought, snorting in the quiet of his empty kitchen. If Zayne had any idea what a real challenge was, he wouldn’t use the word so casually. Zayne in and of himself was a challenge, one that Andrej had risen to meet time and time again. Had he ever mastered that challenge? Not by a long shot.
But he kept trying.
Nobody’s perfect.
Andrej knew this to be true. He had more than a few faults himself, even some that Reyes wasn’t prone to obsessively point out every chance he got. Deep down, he knew he was a stick in the mud, unwilling to break the rules or step outside his very narrow zone of comfort. Zeklos acknowledged all of this – and more – about himself and despite it all, he thought that his flaws helped make him into a complete human being. One he hoped and prayed was likable on some level.
Zayne, on the other hand, refused to admit to any chinks in his perfect armor. Physically, Andrej had to agree that Reyes was a fine specimen of a human being. Tall, broad shouldered, and handsome, there wasn’t much that Zayne didn’t offer to the casual observer. The minute he opened his mouth, however, that all changed. Arrogant, reckless, and annoying, Zayne could be hard to deal with. As much as Andrej loved his partner, some days he wanted to kick him in the knee, just to shut him the hell up.
It was odd how his own personal imperfections were magnified by those of his partner. Where he was cautious and reserved – two things Reyes loved to hound him about – Zayne himself was careless and outgoing. That two such disparate people could work so well together didn’t make any sense and yet, they had one of the highest solve rates in the city. Somehow, it managed to work for them.
He took a long draw off his coffee and wandered into the living room, where he’d left the newspaper on the end table. Andrej settled into his usual spot and thought about how often he’d told himself that Zayne really was perfect. Boy, had he ever been wrong about that. But, in hindsight, while not perfect, Reyes was the perfect partner for him. And, Zeklos believed, he was the perfect partner for Zayne as well. They balanced each other out, for the most part. Zayne made sure he didn’t get lost in his own head while Andrej assured that Reyes wasn’t going to rush headlong into his own demise.
More often than not, he wound up trying to save Zayne from himself, this morning being just one more example of this. Andrej shook his head. They really did have one messed up relationship.
Which brought his thoughts around to James.
In so many ways, that redheaded heartbreaker was perfect – or more like walking perfection, if he were honest with himself. Long-limbed and graceful, his every move made Andy’s heart and soul beg for more. Again, though, that was a case of the outer casing not showing what was on the inside. As far as Andrej was concerned, there wasn’t much wrong with what was inside of James either. Not that he didn’t have his imperfections, because lord only knew that he did. Andy had found that out first hand during his last case, but that was all behind him now. Behind them – all three of them – for good.
He moved to take another sip of his coffee and found it cold. Setting the mug aside, Andrej stared at his phone. In the hour he’d been home, it hadn’t rang once, which was unusual. Generally, by this time, James would have checked in with him, asking about dinner or other late night plans Zeklos might have made. Shortly after his nightly calls from Rosewood, he often heard from Zayne. A bored, lonely and/or hungry Zayne looking for companionship, adventure and typically a hot meal. But so far tonight, his phone remained silent. It was kind of a nice change of events.
Andy propped his sock-covered feet on the coffee table and relaxed back into the couch, closing his eyes. Both Zayne and James would be shocked that he even dared put his feet on the neatly polished table, but they never needed to know, right? Right. He didn’t need to detail every aspect of his night to anyone.
His phone rang.
Twice.
If he were a betting man, he’d put his money on it being Reyes, lost and alone without Hilary to guide his every move. But he wasn’t the kind of person to waste hard-earned money, so he glanced at the caller ID before answering.
He’d have been right.
Of all the things that annoyed Zeklos the most about his partner, one thing always comforted him.
“Reyes,” he said into the phone, “I just got comfortable. What do you want?”
It was his accurate predictability.
“I’m hungry,” that honeyed voice drawled. “You want to grab some dinner?”
Zayne might be egotistical, obstinate, and an all-around pain in the ass, but you always, always knew what you were getting when you were with him. Andrej found an odd sort of solace in that.
“Were you not listening,” he asked, knowing that Reyes had been listening but sincerely hadn’t actually cared. “I said I had just gotten comfortable.”
There was a pause before Reyes responded. “Does that mean you’re naked and about to drag that damn narco into bed?”
Didn’t he wish. “No, you pervert, it doesn’t. I wouldn’t have answered my phone if that was the case.”
“So, you’re still clothed?”
Andy looked down at himself. “Does a t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants count as dressed?”
Zayne snorted. “In this town, at this hour? Yeah. I’ll be over in ten minutes. Get your shoes on, lover boy.”
The dial tone buzzing in his ear told him that Reyes had disconnected and was probably already on his way. Shaking his head, Zek rose from the couch in search of a pair of appropriate pants. He didn’t care what that maniac said, he wasn’t going out for food in a pair of pajama pants. Even if he wasn’t currently commando in said pj bottoms, it simply wasn’t something he could make himself do. He was working on buttoning his favorite jeans when his cell rang again.
“Yes dear,” he said, smiling against the cool glass front of his phone.
“Please say you knew it was me and not Reyes,” James’ voice rumbled across the line.
“Of course I knew it was you,” he said. Process of elimination, Zek thought. He’d just ended a conversation with Zayne, so he wasn’t likely to call again until after they’d parted ways again for the night. Once Zayne left, all bets were off.
“Reyes already called you, didn’t he?” Rosewood’s laughter filled the space between them. “Let me guess, he’s hungry, lonely and horny and you were his first call?”
Something that perpetually irritated Zek about James was the fact he insisted Reyes wasn’t as straight as he claimed to be. To date, he still had zero proof that what James said was true, but he had to give it to the narco, he was usually on point with his observations.
God, that was a complication none of them needed in their lives.
On the other hand, he couldn’t deny the fact that he often thought about all the delicious entanglements that could arise out of such a scenario. He could see himself being torn between the two most attractive and engaging men he’d ever known and not having a single regret.
“Maybe the first two,” Zeklos hedged, “but not a word was said of the last.”
“He’s saving that to surprise you with,” James laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“You know,” Andy said, making his way back into the living room to wait for Reyes, “with the way you talk, I’m almost beginning to wonder if you want me to bed him.”
“Again,” Rosewood supplied.
“That doesn’t count,” Zeklos groaned, feeling his cock harden at the memory.
“If it didn’t count,” James teased, “why are you so hard right now?”
God damn him. That was another thing that made Andrej crazy. James knew him – and Zayne – entirely too well after only a short amount of time. It was infuriating. And maybe a tiny bit arousing. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t, you love me,” Rosewood said. “And no one can blame you, baby. Reyes is a fine ass cowboy… when he keeps his mouth shut. If he weren’t so into you, I’d have chased him down years ago.”
Well, hell.
“Your thoughts just went right into the gutter,” James asked, voice soft. “Didn’t they?”
He couldn’t deny it.
“When is Reyes due?”
Zeklos checked his watch. “In about four minutes.”
“You want me to come over?”
Yes. “No, finish what you’re working on.”
“Mm-hmm,” James murmured. “You want that big stud all to yourself. Selfish little boy. I get it.”
James’ insinuation went straight to his groin, causing a throb in his already hard cock. He scolded himself for allowing these two men to have such an effect on him. “I’m going to end this call now,” he said.
“What? Before you can start something you’re unable to finish?” Rosewood chuckled again.
The door opened and Zayne let himself in. Spotting Andy on the phone, he made a face. Waving him away, Zeklos focused on the phone call. “You’re as bad as he is, you know that right?”
“Baby, I’m worse,” James corrected him. “Mainly because I follow through with my threats.”
Oh dear god in heaven. Did that mean? No. Absolutely not… he couldn’t possibly. “There’s one you haven’t followed through on yet.”
“Only because you have a mini-meltdown anytime I even so much as joke about bringing that cowboy into bed with us.” The laughter this time was tinged with a seductive, filthy promise.
“You’re trying to kill me, James.” Andy looked at Reyes who was rolling his eyes. If the Texan had any idea what they were talking about, he’d probably have a not-so-mini-meltdown. “So I’m going to say good-bye.”
“Okay honey,” the redhead said. “I’ll call on my way out of here later. And if that boy’s still with you when I leave? I’m coming over.”
“Good night, James,” Andrej said, barely holding his voice steady.
“Good night for now, Andy.”
With trembling fingers, Zeklos closed his phone and tucked it into his pocket. Turning to Reyes, he tried to pull himself together, which wasn’t easy with visions of three naked, muscular bodies tumbling around in his king sized bed. “Where do you want to get dinner from?”
Zayne tilted his head to the side and smiled at Zeklos. “Why don’t we just order a pizza? It’s starting to drizzle out there and you know how the roads get when it rains.”
He did. People in this dry state had no idea how to cope with a little water on the roads. “Pizza it is. You order and I’ll grab us a couple beers out of the fridge.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Reyes took his phone out and settled himself onto the couch. He removed his boots and flexed his toes in the thick carpet. “I’m so tired I could probably crash on your couch right now.”
Andrej stilled, his heart thudding loudly in his ears. “Are you planning on spending the night, Zayne?” It wasn’t unusual for that to happen, but tonight might not be the best time either.
Shrugging, Reyes dialed the closest pizza joint. It was a hint as to how much time they spent here, in Zeklos’ house, that Zayne had the number in his phone. “Guess that depends on how much of a pizza and beer coma I put myself into, huh?” He tossed a flirty wink at Andrej before talking into the phone and requesting their dinner.
Although he hated himself for even thinking it, Zeklos half-prayed that he did just that.
Yeah, nobody’s fucking perfect. His sudden urge to get Reyes to stay for as long as possible proved that much. Selfish, selfish little boy, he thought, echoing James’ earlier jibe.
But these two gorgeous, sexy men he did battle with every day were as close to perfect as he could get. Even if they made him crazy – with lusty desire and frustration.
He looked at his watch and sighed. Zek didn’t want to hope, but…
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: gen, Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood
Rating: NC-17 for suggestive smut-talk (I’m looking at you, James)
Word Count: 2,186
Summary: Andrej thinks he’s going to have a quiet night and begins reflecting on his day and his partners – both his professional one and his romantic one.
Author’s Note: For the weekend challenge at
1_million_words LAST. WEEK. Yeah, so I’m a little late, what of it? Oh, and H? WHAT DID YOU MAKE ME GO AND DO THIS FOR? I’m not sure if I love you or hate you for this yet.Stirring his coffee, Andrej thought back on the conversation he’d had with his partner that morning.
“She’s perfect,” Zayne said, watching as the blonde wandered past them. “Look at that –”
“Nobody’s perfect,” Andrej interrupted, giving the other man a mental eye roll. “Not me, not you, and definitely not her.”
“Why not her,” Zayne asked, genuine curiosity etched on his face.
“Her body might be perfect,” Andy said, not really knowing for certain what made a woman’s body ‘perfect’, “but you know nothing about the rest of her. She could be a homicidal maniac for all we know.”
“Good,” Zayne grinned. “I love a challenge.”
A challenge, he thought, snorting in the quiet of his empty kitchen. If Zayne had any idea what a real challenge was, he wouldn’t use the word so casually. Zayne in and of himself was a challenge, one that Andrej had risen to meet time and time again. Had he ever mastered that challenge? Not by a long shot.
But he kept trying.
Nobody’s perfect.
Andrej knew this to be true. He had more than a few faults himself, even some that Reyes wasn’t prone to obsessively point out every chance he got. Deep down, he knew he was a stick in the mud, unwilling to break the rules or step outside his very narrow zone of comfort. Zeklos acknowledged all of this – and more – about himself and despite it all, he thought that his flaws helped make him into a complete human being. One he hoped and prayed was likable on some level.
Zayne, on the other hand, refused to admit to any chinks in his perfect armor. Physically, Andrej had to agree that Reyes was a fine specimen of a human being. Tall, broad shouldered, and handsome, there wasn’t much that Zayne didn’t offer to the casual observer. The minute he opened his mouth, however, that all changed. Arrogant, reckless, and annoying, Zayne could be hard to deal with. As much as Andrej loved his partner, some days he wanted to kick him in the knee, just to shut him the hell up.
It was odd how his own personal imperfections were magnified by those of his partner. Where he was cautious and reserved – two things Reyes loved to hound him about – Zayne himself was careless and outgoing. That two such disparate people could work so well together didn’t make any sense and yet, they had one of the highest solve rates in the city. Somehow, it managed to work for them.
He took a long draw off his coffee and wandered into the living room, where he’d left the newspaper on the end table. Andrej settled into his usual spot and thought about how often he’d told himself that Zayne really was perfect. Boy, had he ever been wrong about that. But, in hindsight, while not perfect, Reyes was the perfect partner for him. And, Zeklos believed, he was the perfect partner for Zayne as well. They balanced each other out, for the most part. Zayne made sure he didn’t get lost in his own head while Andrej assured that Reyes wasn’t going to rush headlong into his own demise.
More often than not, he wound up trying to save Zayne from himself, this morning being just one more example of this. Andrej shook his head. They really did have one messed up relationship.
Which brought his thoughts around to James.
In so many ways, that redheaded heartbreaker was perfect – or more like walking perfection, if he were honest with himself. Long-limbed and graceful, his every move made Andy’s heart and soul beg for more. Again, though, that was a case of the outer casing not showing what was on the inside. As far as Andrej was concerned, there wasn’t much wrong with what was inside of James either. Not that he didn’t have his imperfections, because lord only knew that he did. Andy had found that out first hand during his last case, but that was all behind him now. Behind them – all three of them – for good.
He moved to take another sip of his coffee and found it cold. Setting the mug aside, Andrej stared at his phone. In the hour he’d been home, it hadn’t rang once, which was unusual. Generally, by this time, James would have checked in with him, asking about dinner or other late night plans Zeklos might have made. Shortly after his nightly calls from Rosewood, he often heard from Zayne. A bored, lonely and/or hungry Zayne looking for companionship, adventure and typically a hot meal. But so far tonight, his phone remained silent. It was kind of a nice change of events.
Andy propped his sock-covered feet on the coffee table and relaxed back into the couch, closing his eyes. Both Zayne and James would be shocked that he even dared put his feet on the neatly polished table, but they never needed to know, right? Right. He didn’t need to detail every aspect of his night to anyone.
His phone rang.
Twice.
If he were a betting man, he’d put his money on it being Reyes, lost and alone without Hilary to guide his every move. But he wasn’t the kind of person to waste hard-earned money, so he glanced at the caller ID before answering.
He’d have been right.
Of all the things that annoyed Zeklos the most about his partner, one thing always comforted him.
“Reyes,” he said into the phone, “I just got comfortable. What do you want?”
It was his accurate predictability.
“I’m hungry,” that honeyed voice drawled. “You want to grab some dinner?”
Zayne might be egotistical, obstinate, and an all-around pain in the ass, but you always, always knew what you were getting when you were with him. Andrej found an odd sort of solace in that.
“Were you not listening,” he asked, knowing that Reyes had been listening but sincerely hadn’t actually cared. “I said I had just gotten comfortable.”
There was a pause before Reyes responded. “Does that mean you’re naked and about to drag that damn narco into bed?”
Didn’t he wish. “No, you pervert, it doesn’t. I wouldn’t have answered my phone if that was the case.”
“So, you’re still clothed?”
Andy looked down at himself. “Does a t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants count as dressed?”
Zayne snorted. “In this town, at this hour? Yeah. I’ll be over in ten minutes. Get your shoes on, lover boy.”
The dial tone buzzing in his ear told him that Reyes had disconnected and was probably already on his way. Shaking his head, Zek rose from the couch in search of a pair of appropriate pants. He didn’t care what that maniac said, he wasn’t going out for food in a pair of pajama pants. Even if he wasn’t currently commando in said pj bottoms, it simply wasn’t something he could make himself do. He was working on buttoning his favorite jeans when his cell rang again.
“Yes dear,” he said, smiling against the cool glass front of his phone.
“Please say you knew it was me and not Reyes,” James’ voice rumbled across the line.
“Of course I knew it was you,” he said. Process of elimination, Zek thought. He’d just ended a conversation with Zayne, so he wasn’t likely to call again until after they’d parted ways again for the night. Once Zayne left, all bets were off.
“Reyes already called you, didn’t he?” Rosewood’s laughter filled the space between them. “Let me guess, he’s hungry, lonely and horny and you were his first call?”
Something that perpetually irritated Zek about James was the fact he insisted Reyes wasn’t as straight as he claimed to be. To date, he still had zero proof that what James said was true, but he had to give it to the narco, he was usually on point with his observations.
God, that was a complication none of them needed in their lives.
On the other hand, he couldn’t deny the fact that he often thought about all the delicious entanglements that could arise out of such a scenario. He could see himself being torn between the two most attractive and engaging men he’d ever known and not having a single regret.
“Maybe the first two,” Zeklos hedged, “but not a word was said of the last.”
“He’s saving that to surprise you with,” James laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“You know,” Andy said, making his way back into the living room to wait for Reyes, “with the way you talk, I’m almost beginning to wonder if you want me to bed him.”
“Again,” Rosewood supplied.
“That doesn’t count,” Zeklos groaned, feeling his cock harden at the memory.
“If it didn’t count,” James teased, “why are you so hard right now?”
God damn him. That was another thing that made Andrej crazy. James knew him – and Zayne – entirely too well after only a short amount of time. It was infuriating. And maybe a tiny bit arousing. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t, you love me,” Rosewood said. “And no one can blame you, baby. Reyes is a fine ass cowboy… when he keeps his mouth shut. If he weren’t so into you, I’d have chased him down years ago.”
Well, hell.
“Your thoughts just went right into the gutter,” James asked, voice soft. “Didn’t they?”
He couldn’t deny it.
“When is Reyes due?”
Zeklos checked his watch. “In about four minutes.”
“You want me to come over?”
Yes. “No, finish what you’re working on.”
“Mm-hmm,” James murmured. “You want that big stud all to yourself. Selfish little boy. I get it.”
James’ insinuation went straight to his groin, causing a throb in his already hard cock. He scolded himself for allowing these two men to have such an effect on him. “I’m going to end this call now,” he said.
“What? Before you can start something you’re unable to finish?” Rosewood chuckled again.
The door opened and Zayne let himself in. Spotting Andy on the phone, he made a face. Waving him away, Zeklos focused on the phone call. “You’re as bad as he is, you know that right?”
“Baby, I’m worse,” James corrected him. “Mainly because I follow through with my threats.”
Oh dear god in heaven. Did that mean? No. Absolutely not… he couldn’t possibly. “There’s one you haven’t followed through on yet.”
“Only because you have a mini-meltdown anytime I even so much as joke about bringing that cowboy into bed with us.” The laughter this time was tinged with a seductive, filthy promise.
“You’re trying to kill me, James.” Andy looked at Reyes who was rolling his eyes. If the Texan had any idea what they were talking about, he’d probably have a not-so-mini-meltdown. “So I’m going to say good-bye.”
“Okay honey,” the redhead said. “I’ll call on my way out of here later. And if that boy’s still with you when I leave? I’m coming over.”
“Good night, James,” Andrej said, barely holding his voice steady.
“Good night for now, Andy.”
With trembling fingers, Zeklos closed his phone and tucked it into his pocket. Turning to Reyes, he tried to pull himself together, which wasn’t easy with visions of three naked, muscular bodies tumbling around in his king sized bed. “Where do you want to get dinner from?”
Zayne tilted his head to the side and smiled at Zeklos. “Why don’t we just order a pizza? It’s starting to drizzle out there and you know how the roads get when it rains.”
He did. People in this dry state had no idea how to cope with a little water on the roads. “Pizza it is. You order and I’ll grab us a couple beers out of the fridge.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Reyes took his phone out and settled himself onto the couch. He removed his boots and flexed his toes in the thick carpet. “I’m so tired I could probably crash on your couch right now.”
Andrej stilled, his heart thudding loudly in his ears. “Are you planning on spending the night, Zayne?” It wasn’t unusual for that to happen, but tonight might not be the best time either.
Shrugging, Reyes dialed the closest pizza joint. It was a hint as to how much time they spent here, in Zeklos’ house, that Zayne had the number in his phone. “Guess that depends on how much of a pizza and beer coma I put myself into, huh?” He tossed a flirty wink at Andrej before talking into the phone and requesting their dinner.
Although he hated himself for even thinking it, Zeklos half-prayed that he did just that.
Yeah, nobody’s fucking perfect. His sudden urge to get Reyes to stay for as long as possible proved that much. Selfish, selfish little boy, he thought, echoing James’ earlier jibe.
But these two gorgeous, sexy men he did battle with every day were as close to perfect as he could get. Even if they made him crazy – with lusty desire and frustration.
He looked at his watch and sighed. Zek didn’t want to hope, but…
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Date: 2015-10-17 04:52 pm (UTC)I'd pay to see these three together. ;)
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Date: 2015-10-18 08:23 pm (UTC)And this comment made my day... I never thought I'd go there with these three, but have been leaning more and more towards it lately. And now, I have a reason to make it so!
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Date: 2015-10-19 11:05 pm (UTC)Naughty James. With that jealous streak of his, I didn't expect him to even think this route, but as long as he's there to help, er, guide and orchestrate, I bet he would get into a threesome -
Okay, my brain is already having fun with this. As I said, now you MUST! :)
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Date: 2015-10-20 04:49 pm (UTC)I think now that he's figured out that Zayne's no real threat that the jealousy has subsided. Or, I hope anyway. *innocent look*
Hah. If you only knew, that's all I'm sayin'.
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Date: 2015-10-28 02:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-28 04:44 pm (UTC)Hahaha... about halfway to three-quarters of the way through Unkiss Me (the last multi-chapter fic with these two) I began to think, "What if?" That you kept insisting Reyes wasn't quite as het as he wanted us to believe only fueled that lusty thought. :D
And naw, I couldn't ever hate you. Not for giving me fun, smutty things to ponder!