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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: A Fine Line Chapter 5
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes (finally, for real)
Rating: R for excessive smuttiness and all kinds of adult things
Word Count: 7,299
Summary: The morning after Reyes and Rosewood rescue Zeklos is filled with all kinds of emotions, confusion, and some food.
Author’s Note: I chose to leave this chapter un-betad (which will probably get me hit in the face with a snowball from the Great White North) but I wanted it to be a gift of sorts (gag gift, maybe?) for my wonderful and patient beta,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skyesurfer12. So any mistakes are mine (and please, point them out so I can fix them). This chapter is also for haldoor, because she’s the one who instigated it. I hope it lives up to your expectations. Also, for sharpiesgal who once said she’d pay to see these three together. No payment necessary, but the encouragement is worth more than gold.
When Zeklos finally began to stir in the early hours of the morning, James had had an arm curled around his boyfriend’s waist and one leg slung over his knees. Andrej was on his side, chest to chest with the redhead, snuggled in their preferred manner when sharing a bed for the night. Spooning hadn’t ever been a favorite thing for James, he would rather be face to face with his lover than to wake up with an unruly mop of hair in his eyes.
“How are you feeling, baby,” James whispered, smoothing back the mussy mass of dark waves from Andrej’s face.
“Mmm,” Andrej murmured. “Stiff, sore and… confused.”
“Confused,” James asked, nuzzling his nose into Andrej’s neck.
“Yes,” he said, voice thick with sleep, his accent heavy in the early morning. He reached a hand behind him, finding another body curled against his own. “There’s someone else in our bed.”
“So you noticed,” James teased, kissing the long stretch of neckline exposed to him. “That’s a good sign.”
“I don’t know how I could miss it considering…” Zeklos’ voice trailed off, leaving the room quiet again.
“Considering what,” James asked, lifting his head.
“That it feels like Zayne pressed against me.” Andrej reached his hand behind him again, this time up and over his head. “Yes, that is definitely Zayne’s hair.”
“And my nose, Zek. Please let it go,” Reyes said.
“Oops,” Zeklos squeaked. “Sorry, Zayne.”
Reyes’ voice was deep and rough with sleep, low and sultry. It only agitated the lust already stirring his Rosewood’s belly. He shifted against Andrej’s body, cock beginning to demand immediate attention. “Should I be worried that you know your partner’s body by touch, Andy?”
“What,” Zeklos said, trying to maneuver out from between the two bodies. “No. I –”
“Shh,” Zayne cooed, draping an arm across Zeklos’ middle, his arm lying flush with Rosewood’s. “Relax, he’s pulling your leg.”
Andrej shot a look over his shoulder at Zayne. “I will never understand that expression.”
“I’m teasing you,” James clarified even though he knew Andy got what the expression meant, if not why it was used. “And English can be a bit strange at times, I know. But really, how are you feeling this morning?”
Disentangling his arms from the men encircling him, Zeklos stretched until his spine popped, sighing at the relief that came with it. “I’ve been worse,” he admitted. “But I’ve been better, too.”
“How could you possibly be better, Zek?” Reyes snuggled up against the backside of his partner, holding him close. “You’re currently the man meat in this hot detective sandwich.”
“What the hell did you just say,” James spluttered. “Never mind, I don’t think I want you to repeat it.”
“I know I don’t want to hear that again,” Andrej said, leaning back into Reyes’ chest.
Rosewood watched Reyes’ fingers sweep along the flat planes of Andrej’s lower stomach and sighed. Despite all the teasing he’d done, the thought of someone else putting their hands on his boyfriend, his Andy, hadn’t been a good one. He would have sworn that the action would have incited immediate and violent jealously… and yet, for some reason, watching Reyes touch Andrej in such a tender, familiar way, had the exact opposite effect on him. It was seductive and sexy and arousing. Something he wanted to see again and again, on eternal replay.
He couldn’t wait to see the two of them lip locked and drenched in sweat.
Zeklos coughed, cringing as he did so. “Sorry, ribs hurt.”
“I told you, you should have gone to the ER,” James scolded.
“He won’t listen,” Reyes said. “He hates hospitals. Been down that road more than a couple times.”
“The doctors at the hospital couldn’t have done anything more for my broken ribs than the paramedics already did,” Zeklos said.
“They could have hooked you up with some more painkillers,” Reyes said, bringing his wandering fingers up along the sore ribs in question.
“He wouldn’t have ever filled that prescription, Zayne,” Rosewood said. “Had a hard enough time getting him to accept the ones from the medics last night.”
“I think I fell asleep and woke in an alternate universe,” Zeklos murmured. “There is something weird going on here.”
“Why is that,” Reyes asked.
“He called you by your given name,” Zek said, pointing at Rosewood. “Not to mention the fact you two aren’t at each other’s throats, rather you’re agreeing with each other.”
Rosewood looked at Reyes over the body stuffed between them and smiled. Zayne was looking back at the redhead, an odd but comfortable expression on his face. Whether he’d decided to go through with what they’d discussed or not, something had very definitely changed in the Texan’s point of view during the night. James had long suspected that, if not closeted, Reyes at least had feelings for his partner. Suspicions that went back to a time well before his relationship with Andy had begun. The two of them were a bit of a legend around the station, and word got around about their varied stunts and mishaps, spotlighting Reyes as the instigator in most cases. Although he had no intentions of giving Andrej up to any man, he thought that, if Reyes was sincere, maybe they could figure something out. It was enough to make his head – and heart – hurt.
“James,” Zeklos interrupted Rosewood’s internal meanderings. “Zayne, can you tell me why we’re all in bed together? What did I miss after I passed out?” He paused and made a face. “Besides that shower I requested? God, I smell like dust and sweat and that man.”
“I was worried you might have a nightmare or flashback of some kind,” James said, placing his hand over the top of Reyes’, now low on Zeklos’ belly. “Figured having him here would be a good idea. I hate to admit it, but he has more experience dealing with you when you’re freaking out.”
“While I agree,” Andrej said, “I’m still not sure why he had to sleep here, with us.”
“Convenience,” James grinned. “Besides, are you really complaining?”
“Oh no,” Zeklos grunted, trying to wiggle out of the arms wrapped around him. James could see the pieces falling into place inside Andrej’s head, curious as to what his reaction would be. “No, you didn’t. James, why. I told you –”
Rosewood pressed his mouth against Andrej’s until the Romanian stopped protesting, quit struggling and relaxed into his embrace. Opening his mouth to his boyfriend, Andrej kissed him deeply. James reveled in the taste and feel of his man against him, thankful that they were both home and safe. He slid his hands around Zeklos’ back, knuckles rubbing against the thin t-shirt covering Reyes’ chest. There was a sharp intake of breath, and then Zayne’s mouth found Andrej’s neck, kissing, skimming and lightly nipping at the skin.
Zeklos’ body stiffened, heart thundering in his chest. “Guys,” he said. “Wait, we need to talk –”
“We talk,” Zayne muttered against Zek’s naked shoulder, “and I’ll lose my nerve. Just shut it for once and let us take care of you.”
“We both know you want this,” James said, nuzzling into the hair at Zeklos’ temple. “I know that what happened between you two that night wasn’t enough for you, it wouldn’t have been for me either. You needed him to be willing, engaged, for it to give you what you needed. That’s why he’s still here.”
“But Zayne, I don’t understand.”
“Let it go, baby,” Reyes said, kissing Zeklos’ cheek. “He made me an offer last night, gave me a choice, so I made the decision.”
“You chose to stay,” James asked, looking for clarification.
“Yeah,” Reyes agreed. “I – I don’t know why, not completely, but yes. I want to stay if you’ll have me.”
“I want you,” James said, ghosting the tips of his fingers down the side of Reyes’ face. “Andy, baby?”
“I – I want you, too,” he said. “I want both of you and I think you both already know this. I want you both, now and always, is that even possible?”
“No clue,” Rosewood said, “but we can talk about that later.”
“Yeah,” Zayne laughed, pressing his hips against Zeklos’ ass. “Later, when we’re all able to think with our brains and not our dicks.”
“For once, he’s making sense,” James teased before tilting his mouth up, looking for a kiss. Zayne hesitated for a moment before complying with the unspoken request.
A broken sound came out of Zeklos’ mouth. “Stop,” he begged.
“Oh, we’ll take care of you, too,” James promised, breaking the kiss he shared with Reyes. “Just making friends with your partner first.” Andrej buried his face in James’ shoulder, fingers digging into his pale skin.
“He’s shaking, James,” Reyes pointed out.
“You alright, baby?” James smoothed a hand across Zek’s head.
“No,” he muttered into Rosewood’s body. “This is more than I can handle.”
“Zayne,” James said, “take your shirt off.”
“Whatever you say.” Reyes did as he was told, then waited for more instructions. “Tell me what you want, both of you, and I’ll do my best to give it to you.”
“That’s a dangerous proclamation, Reyes,” James laughed. “I promise to go easy on you. This time.”
“I swear, sometimes I wonder about you guys down in narcotics.”
“Andy, turn around and face Zayne,” he said, trying to comfort his terrified boyfriend with his words. James also hoped that bantering back and forth with the Texan would help put Andrej at ease, make him forget where he was and let him focus on the teasing.
Reyes moved back so that Zek had some room to maneuver. Once they were face to face, he curled his arms around his partner, pulling him against his newly bared chest. Zek gave a small shudder before calming in his partner’s embrace. James was suddenly grateful they hadn’t bothered to redress Andrej after they put him to bed the night before. It was less clothing to deal with right now and later, it was going to come in handy having Andy in nothing but his briefs. He made quick work of his own borrowed t-shirt and threw it to the floor. Pressing his chest against Zeklos’ back, he cuddled his boyfriend to him, allowing Reyes to keep a tight hold on Zek as well.
“Breathe, Andy,” James told him. “You can stop this at any time, we promise.”
“I don’t want to stop it,” he finally admitted. “”But I’m afraid.”
“Don’t be afraid, Zek,” Reyes said, kissing an exposed curve of collar bone. “We won’t hurt you, neglect you, or get angry with you, no matter what. Besides, shouldn’t I be the one wigging out on you right now?”
“You don’t ever let anything bother you,” Zeklos reminded him. “Not even a drunken romp in a sleazy hotel room while an even sleazier drug dealer watched us.”
Zayne’s laughter shook the bed, drawing a chuckle out of Rosewood as well. “He has a point, Zayne,” James pointed out.
“Yeah, well, I knocked back more than a little tequila that night. Me and that scumbag, Martinez.”
“Can we please not say his name while we’re lounging in my bed?” Andrej rubbed his face against the hair covering Reyes’ chest, a soft sound of contentment following the snuggle. “That’s not a memory I want to relive right now.”
“Mmm,” James murmured. “You hear that, Zayne? He wants a good memory. Think we can give him one?”
“We can try,” Reyes responded.
James’ hand slid away from Zeklos’ belly and moved lower, fingers lightly brushing against the hardness contained within his boxer briefs. Moaning, Andrej arched his hips into James’ hand. Zayne gripped Zek’s ass with both hands, urging him forward against his own aching cock. Rosewood allowed Andrej to buck against his hand a few times, giving Reyes a chance to get used to the feeling of cock against cock, before he reached inside Zeklos’ pants, gripping his boyfriend firmly.
“You’re going to kill me,” Andy whimpered.
“We’ve barely gotten started,” James said, giving Zeklos’ cock a slow stroke. He’d fit his own throbbing dick against Zek’s ass, using his boyfriend’s urgent movements to further his own needs. But now that he had Andy going, he needed to draw Reyes in, make him a part of the action. “Touch him,” James purred into Andy’s ear.
“God, please,” Reyes agreed, fingers digging into Zeklos’ ass cheeks. His cock rubbed against the backside of Rosewood’s hand.
“Only if you do the same for Jay,” Andrej said, surprising everyone. “It’s only fair.”
James hid his smile against Zeklos’ neck. Fair wasn’t exactly the right word to use, but it worked for him. It was hesitant at first, but Reyes fumbled until he caught hold of Rosewood, squeezing, then moving in short, fluid strokes. He could feel Andy shifting, looking for a more comfortable position, probably. Zayne’s surprised gasp let him know Zeklos had found what he was looking for and he grinned as their bodies found a rhythm.
“Zayne,” Andrej panted, “kiss me.”
Reyes’ mouth found Andy’s, meeting in a passionate clash of lips and teeth. James groaned, being so close and yet left out of the kiss. “You two are so hot together,” he growled, sinking his teeth into Zeklos’ shoulder. “I need more.”
James released his hold on Andrej, and was rewarded with a disappointed whimper. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded.
“Only for a minute, baby,” he said, leaning forward to capture Zeklos’ mouth for a quick kiss. Catching Reyes’ eye, he smiled. “It’s a little warm in here, don’t you think?”
“Mmm, yeah,” Reyes agreed, letting Rosewood’s cock slide out of his grip. Untangling himself from Zeklos, Reyes shucked off his sweats and tossed them on the floor beside him. “Better.”
“Better from over here, too,” James said, having caught the briefest of glimpses of Reyes’ naked body. At least he now had confirmation that the cowboy’s arrogance was well warranted. Wiggling, he removed his own sweats and chucked them in the vicinity of his discarded tee from earlier. “Ah, so much more comfortable. Andy?”
“Give me a minute,” he said, rolling onto his back and lying mostly flat.
Zeklos was quiet for a long moment, his breathing heavy and erratic. Caressing his arm with a gentle hand, James tried to ease Andrej’s rabbiting heartbeat. One of the things he loved the most about his boyfriend was how he went from zero to sixty in about four point two seconds. Zero being calm and rational and sixty landing somewhere around the realm of crazed sex addict. It made for some extremely wild and passionate nights, not to mention some very bleary eyed mornings.
Slipping his arms under the covers, Andrej wiggled out of his boxer briefs and presented them for the boys’ inspection. “I’d ask who wanted them first, but considering their current state, an incinerator might be the only option they have left.”
Snagging them out of Zeklos’ hands, Reyes tossed Andrej’s underwear onto the floor with a grin. “We can worry about that later,” he said, settling onto his back.
He watched as Reyes secured his hands under his head, elbows out to the side of each ear. The position accentuated the curves of his biceps and triceps, giving James’ mouth another reason to water. “How did you manage to keep him such a secret, Andy?”
Zeklos laughed. “I thought you said you’d been in our precinct for a while now? He’s not a very well-kept secret, not if you talk to any of the female officers.”
He giggled when Reyes poked him in the side. “Shut up, Zek. That’s so not true and you know it.”
“Oh, it is true, and I’ve had enough females randomly come up to me to tell me just how hot my partner was.”
Something undecipherable clouded Reyes’ face before clearing abruptly. James prayed he wasn’t thinking about his recent breakup with Maxwell. That would wilt your Willy quicker than a cold shower, and limp anything wasn’t in the plans for the morning. “There is that kid that works in the morgue,” he said, trying to distract Reyes from wherever his thoughts had just gone. “He’s always quite colorful when it comes to your visits.”
“Stooooop,” Zayne laughed, throwing an arm across his face. The arm didn’t do a damn thing to hide the blush tinting his cheeks, however.
“Aw, isn’t that cute, he’s embarrassed,” James grinned. “I thought you said he doesn’t get embarrassed.”
Zeklos shrugged. “I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen him blush. The night we were naked and sweaty wasn’t one of them.”
“I’m ignoring you,” Reyes replied, turning his face to the side. Unfortunately the tent his erection was making in the covers contradicted his words.
James tapped Zeklos on the shoulder and then put a finger to his mouth, asking for silence. Making an obscene gesture with a hand, James hinted at a lewd proposition that caused Andrej’s cheeks to flush twelve shades of red in the aftermath. Nodding through the embarrassment, Andrej agreed, just as James knew he would. Because who in their right mind would turn down an invitation to suck off that sexy cowboy?
Angling himself towards Reyes’ lower half, Zeklos slipped under the covers and touched Zayne’s thigh. Reyes stilled, moving his hand from his eyes and shooting an accusatory look at Rosewood.
“What,” James said, the picture of innocence gone to the dark side. “You opposed to an early morning blowjob?”
Before he could answer, Zeklos slid the tip of Zayne’s cock into his mouth. Reyes gasped, hips arching, seeking more of what James knew to be a hot mouth with a rather wicked tongue attached to it. Moving closer to Reyes’ writhing body, James kissed the cowboy, their tongues tangling. A large, dark hand clamped onto the back of Rosewood’s head, holding him close, trapping their lips against each other. Zeklos opened his mouth, taking Reyes in fully. With his free hand, he took hold of James, stroking his cock in time with the rhythm he had working on Zayne.
“God Zek,” Reyes gasped, Zeklos giving another long pull on his erection. “Please don’t stop any of that.”
“Too bad,” he muttered, swapping Reyes’ cock with James’. He gave a good suck to the tip before releasing it. “I’ve got two beautiful cocks in my face, you think I’m going to ignore one of them?”
“Can’t have that,” Reyes groaned as Zeklos took hold of him, palm sliding along his length. “Just don’t stop touching me,” he begged, threading a hand into Zeklos’ hair.
“I’ve got a free hand, too, you know,” Rosewood teased, cupping the heavy weight of Reyes’ balls in his fingers.
The hand Zayne had at the back of James’ head squeezed, encouraging. “You use it well, Red,” he breathed. “Keep it up.”
“I do that and you’re going to blow all over me,” James teased, pressing in for another lingering kiss. “And Andy’ll get a mouthful.”
“I don’t think any of us are against any of that happening,” Reyes said.
Secretly, James agreed. Letting Andy work his magic tongue until James shot in his mouth was an amazing experience, one he took advantage of every time Andrej offered, but he wanted more out of this. If it never happened again, he needed Andy between them both, screaming as he came undone. There wasn’t anything he wanted more right that second than to see his boyfriend covered in their combined spunk. Exhausted, satisfied, and sticky.
He knew that Reyes wouldn’t be willing to let either of them inside him, nor did he think the cowboy was up to topping just yet, but James didn’t care. There was so much they could do to make Andrej crazy without that even entering the picture. Things that would gratify the three of them completely and leave no one feeling less than fulfilled. Not that he’d thought much about this moment or anything.
“No,” James agreed. “But there is so much more we can give each other than a couple of hand jobs combined with a very sloppy bit of oral thrown in.”
Zeklos swallowed the length of Rosewood’s erection before drawing back, letting the head pop out of his mouth. “There is nothing sloppy about anything I do,” he said, words tight. “Not even this.” He flicked the head of James’ cock with his tongue, turning to do the same to Reyes.
“Andy, you can be so cruel,” James growled. “Come back up here, baby.”
“You sure,” he asked, blue eyes bright and full of mischief. He took a hard cock in each and raised an eyebrow. “Because I’m happy to continue.”
“Argh,” Zayne groaned. “Why haven’t I ever seen this side of you before, Zek?”
“Because this is the first time you’ve willingly gone to bed with me,” he replied, nipping at the inside of Zayne’s thigh. “Hmmm, you want a hickey? You’ve got such gorgeous thighs.”
“Andrej,” Rosewood chuckled. “Focus baby, and get your ass up here. I’ve got a better idea.”
“Better than what I was doing,” he asked, wriggling his way back between the two detectives. “I can’t wait to hear what this could be.”
Reaching into the bedside table, Rosewood retrieved a tube of lubricant. Waving it in Zeklos’ face, he grinned. “This help change your mind?”
Eyes wide, Reyes stuttered, “Wait. I think –”
“Relax,” James said, fingers teasing the stubble on Reyes’ face. “We’ll save your ass’ virginity until next time.”
“He’s kidding,” Andrej interjected, snuggling against Reyes’ naked skin. “He’d never push you that far the first time, no matter how much he wanted to torment you.”
“You, on the other hand,” Rosewood said, molding his body to Zeklos’ backside, “I intend on fucking before this morning is over.”
Looking over his shoulder, Zeklos smiled at James. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that. I was worried you’d be too afraid of hurting me to even try.”
“The thought had crossed my mind,” James confessed, “but I’m so relieved to have you home that I don’t care.”
“Don’t care that you hurt him,” Reyes said. His look was harsh, but the words held a hint of amusement to them. “That’s rude.”
“It’s all good, he likes it rough anyway.”
“James, what is wrong with you,” Andrej said, voice cracking. “Why would you even say that?”
“To embarrass you,” Zayne said, rubbing his hips against Zek’s. “And because it apparently turns you on.”
“I think we’ve teased him enough, Zayne,” James said, wrenching on Zeklos’ arm, gently breaking his embrace with the Texan. “Move more into the middle, Zayne, and lay on your back.”
Uncertainty clouded Reyes’ expression but he trusted Zeklos and, by extension, that trust seemed to encompass James as well. He settled onto the mattress, head resting half on each pillow. “Okay, what next?”
“Next you have to trust me – us – a little bit.” James looked down into those bottomless green eyes and understood how his boyfriend had become so entranced by them. “Neither of us are going to violate your um, sensibilities,” he said, snickering a little at the euphemism. “But we are going to make you come, cowboy. And that’s going to take some maneuvering.”
Fidgeting until he found a comfortable spot, Reyes slapped a hand against his chiseled abs, cock jerking as he did. “Bring it on, both of you.”
Zeklos looked up at James from where he was cradled in the redhead’s arms. “He’s using dangerous words again, Jay.”
“I know it,” he agreed. “Just means we give him all we’ve got.”
With a bit of unspoken understanding, Zeklos straddled Reyes’ waist, lining their cocks up alongside each other. He placed a hand just above either shoulder and leaned down within kissing distance. Zek brushed his lips across Reyes’, teasing and taunting. Tilting his head upwards, Zayne reached for Zeklos’ mouth, silently begging for another. James propped himself up on an elbow and watched the two, touching and kissing and tormenting one another. It was a beautiful sight, their long and lean and dark skinned bodies melding and twisting around each other. Reyes’ skin leaning towards bronzed brown where Zeklos’ tended to be more golden in tone.
Zeklos bore down, pressing his hips against Reyes, his cock gliding along his partner’s hardened length. The heads bumped as Zek rocked, Zayne wrapping a hand around Andrej’s neck. He pulled Zek down until their bodies were flush, mouths locked together, cocks writhing between them as their bodies worked against the other.
“So gorgeous,” James sighed, stroking his own cock as he watched them. “So perfect and sweet. I almost hate to interrupt your intimate little powwow.”
Moving to the end of the bed, James guided Zeklos’ hips upward, giving his boyfriend a better angle to kiss the cowboy with. He squeezed a bit of lube into his hand and spread it along his erection. Squeezing another dollop out, he slipped his fingers between Andrej’s ass cheeks, tips of his fingers pressing against his entrance. Zeklos pressed back against James’ fingers, eager.
“A little bit impatient, are we baby?” James smacked the flat of his hand against Zeklos’ ass in reprimand.
James shook his head and took in the view from where he knelt behind Zeklos. His boyfriend was lip locked with his partner, their hands tangled in each other’s hair, bodies grinding, desperately seeking release. Rosewood figured he could give them that much this morning. Andy, he would give the world to, and his blue-eyed baby would happily take it, but what would Reyes take away from this? He hadn’t a clue why he cared so much about how Reyes felt when he left their bed later, but for some reason it mattered a lot. And not just because he meant something to Andrej.
“James,” Zeklos whined. “Please hurry, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”
“Ditto,” Reyes muttered in between wet kisses. “He’s making me just a little crazy here.”
Like he needed more of an invitation than that. Resting a hand on Andrej’s lower back, James used his other to bring his cock level with Zeklos’ ass. He pressed the head of his erection against his boyfriend’s entrance, easing inside more gently than he wanted. God, if he had his choices, he’d have shoved his way inside, pressing Zeklos' face into the pillow, muffling his cries. It was a game they liked to play, but not one he could engage in this morning, and not only out of fear of hurting Andrej.
“Fuck,” Zeklos shouted, the rare curse word escaping as James thrust completely inside him. “Yes.”
“I love it when you swear,” James said, pulling out slowly, then driving forward again, marginally harder than before. “Hearing those filthy words come out of your pretty mouth does things to me.”
Zeklos leaned back into James, taking every inch the redhead had to offer. “Show me,” Andrej said. Kissing Reyes, long and hard, he amended. “Show us, make us happy.”
God, he’d been waiting for those words. Gliding his hand up the back of Andrej’s neck, James twined his fingers in the mass of messy dark hair, pushing Zeklos’ head down. Obliging, Zek fastened his mouth onto Zayne’s kissing him hungrily. Reyes’ hips lifted upwards, clashing against Zek’s. James thrust harder, loving every whimpering noise Andrej made beneath him. The equally needy noises Andy’s actions drew out of Reyes only intensified the need building within him. How had they waited so long to do this?
“Damn that feels good, baby,” Reyes grunted. “But I need more.”
Sneaking his hand between himself and Zeklos, Reyes took their cocks into his hand, forcing them even closer together as they rocked against each other. Zek’s breath caught and James bit his lip at the seductive sound of it. They were all so close, he could feel it building. “Andy,” James said, knowing his boyfriend would understand.
“Yes,” he panted. “God yes, Jay, please.”
“Kiss me, Zayne,” Andrej begged.
“Anything for you,” Reyes replied, wrapping an arm around his partner, pulling him in close. His grip on their cocks tightened, giving a frantic squeeze as their dicks slipped between his fingers. Their lips met, tongues fusing.
“Never seen anything so amazing,” James said, leaning heavily on Andrej’s back, driving hard and fast. And he hadn’t. Seeing the two of them together, kissing and grinding and loving was spectacular. It made him hornier than he’d ever been, drove him to find a way to please them both. James felt his balls tighten, knew it was almost over and hated that it came to an end so soon.
And yet…
James shouted, slapping his hips forcefully against Zeklos’ ass. Grunting and clawing at the thatch of raven hair he loved so much, he tugged at Zeklos’ curls and came harder than he ever remembered. Nearly collapsing against Andrej’s back, James managed to hold himself up long enough to allow his two lovers to find their own satisfaction. He couldn’t – wouldn’t – allow himself to take away from their own pleasure simply because he’d exhausted himself before they did. Couldn’t blame them if he wasn’t able to pace himself properly.
“Come on baby,” James encouraged Andy, “make him come for us.”
Maybe that was all they needed, or maybe it was the way Andrej buried his teeth in Reyes’ shoulder, but whatever it was, the two beautiful bodies beneath him bucked and writhed and cried out their pleasure. Twisting to the side, James watched as their hips ground against each other, forcing their cocks joyously together. If he wasn’t so completely, utterly spent, James was certain he’d be hard again already, waiting for a second round to start as soon as Andy and Zayne were finished.
Reyes’ fingers grasped Zeklos’ shoulders with a bruising passion, one that was sure to leave a mark. Andrej returned the favor, peppering Zayne’s exposed skin with bites and hickeys. Tomorrow, Reyes would sport nearly as many purpling spots as Andrej, although he’d surely be in less pain. With a wounded sound, Reyes came, dragging Zeklos along with him. Zayne loosened his grip on their trapped cocks, dragging his arm out from between the two of them.
“Ew,” Reyes grumbled, half laughing. “I was going to hug you, but ew.”
Collapsing onto the sprawl of Reyes’ body, Zeklos chuckled. “Not like there isn’t enough of that already smeared between our bodies already,” he said, then made a face. “And other places, I suppose.”
“Watch it,” James scolded, giving Zeklos’ ass a playful swat. “I’ll get you a towel. Wait, never mind, I found Zayne’s shirt.”
“Dude, no,” Zayne protested, but took it from James anyway.
“I’ll wash it later,” Zeklos muttered, settling his head on Zayne’s chest. “I promise.”
“You can get off him any time now, Andy,” James teased, ducking the soiled t-shirt Reyes flung at him.
“Shut it, narco,” Reyes growled, a protective note in his voice that hadn’t been there previously. “He’s comfortable.”
“Mmm,” Andrej said, cuddling closer to his partner, “he’s right, I’m so comfortable, Jay. Don’t make me move yet.”
Chuckling, James took up residence on the empty half of Zeklos’ bed. “Whatever you say, baby.”
Looking down at the dark head resting on his bare skin, Reyes sighed. “You want to sit up so I can clean off our chests?”
“No,” Andrej muttered, sleepiness invading his voice. “I just want a nap. I had a hard night, you know.”
“Well, okay then,” Zayne said, shifting so that Andrej wasn’t so precariously balanced on his body. “If you insist.”
“I do,” Andrej sighed, closing his eyes.
“You’re stuck with him for at least an hour now,” James said, curling up by Reyes’ side. Throwing an arm across Zeklos’ waist, James rested his head on the shoulder Andrej wasn’t using as a pillow. “Both of us, actually.”
“Well, I suppose it’s a good damn thing none of us are needed anywhere anytime soon,” Zayne said.
“Get some rest, Reyes,” James ordered, touching the cowboy’s face with a finger. “Neither of us slept much last night, so we might as well grab it now.”
“You make a good point,” Zayne said, stretching as best as he could with two men slumbering atop him. “Sleep well, James.”
Uncharacteristically, Zayne was the first to wake. Sometime during their nap, Zeklos had slipped off his chest and settled between himself and James’ sleeping body. He’d never been more thankful for such a twist of fate considering his pressing need to pee. Slipping out of bed, he wandered to Zek’s bathroom and made use of the facilities. After washing his hands, he snagged the nearest washcloth and wiped away the only surviving proof of what had transpired a few hours prior. It was going to take him some time to sort through his thoughts on the incident and come to terms with the fact he really did seem to have feelings for his partner. That last part was going to be difficult because, whenever something was too much for him to handle on his own, he’d always turned to Zek for advice. He couldn’t exactly do that when Zeklos was the reason for his crisis.
Maybe he could talk to James? It was an insane thought, but the only option that made sense. He figured he didn’t need to make a decision right that second either. There was always – no. No way in hell was he talking to Hilary about this. She’d laugh in his goddamned face right before she shouted, “I told you so.” But, there was Trish.
“You doing okay there, cowboy?” James came into the open vanity area and leaned against the countertop. “Have to say, you look a little paler than usual.”
Zayne cracked a half-grin. “We had a long night,” he said. “And a rather adventurous morning. I think I need some food and I’ll be golden.”
“Hmm,” Rosewood murmured, “food would be a beautiful thing right now. Funny, I initially came to see if I could coax you back into bed with us.”
He couldn’t stop the rush of blood that divided itself rather unevenly between his cock and his cheeks, flushing both with an unbearable burn. “I really don’t know what to say to that, and I’m not sure how I feel about my loss of words either.”
“Come back to bed,” James said, kissing his cheek. “Andy’s awake and, although he’s hurting, he’s hungry and ready to get his life back together. I’m sure he’ll know the best place to get some post- and pre-coital take out.”
Reyes watched James saunter out of the bathroom, firm ass clad in a pair of tight fitting pajama pants. He could have told the narco every last place within a ten mile radius that served anything decent, but only one thing was on his mind. “Hey James, you know what I’m actually craving?”
Zeklos’ laughter met him at the bedside. “The next words out of your mouth had better not be ‘stir-fry’, Zayne.”
“What can I say,” he said, lifting a shoulder to his ear. Sitting down at the foot of the bed, he looked at his partner thoughtfully. “You always feed me better than any of these take out joints.”
“I guess I’ll take that compliment while I can get it,” Zeklos grinned. “But I’m still not cooking for you, Zayne. In the kitchen is a flyer for that Thai place down the road. Their pad Thai is pretty decent and I think it’ll be right up your alley.”
Kind of like the man making the suggestion, Reyes supposed. God, was he in trouble once they went back to work. It was going to be hard, especially with the narco residing only a floor below them. Zayne reminded himself that he managed to make it through the early stages of Zeklos’ relationship with Rosewood with as little snarkiness as he was able to manage. If he could survive that, then he could find a way to survive having spent one glorious morning with them, even if he knew he’d never get a second shot at it in the future.
“The cowboy has left the building,” Rosewood drawled while poking Reyes in the arm. “Zayne, are you still in there?”
“What? Oh yeah, sorry.” He shook his head, ashamed of where his mind had just wandered, all while sitting next to the two men he’d been dreaming about. “Pad Thai works for me. Something about noodles in the morning really appeals to me.”
“According to Trish,” Zeklos offered while reaching for his cell phone, “you always crave noodles after a night of debauchery.”
“Wait,” Reyes spluttered. “How the hell does Trish know that?”
“No clue,” Zeklos said. “But it’s true, isn’t it?”
“None of your business,” Reyes said, making a mental note to find out what else Hilary had told her partner about their sexual adventures. “But I swear, I’ve never, ever even tried to sleep with Rollins, so how the hell does she know that about me?”
“I guess that’s confirmation that it’s accurate information, Andy,” James noted.
“I think you’re right,” Zeklos agreed. “And it’s important information to have, too.”
“Especially if plans on hanging out with us regularly,” James added. “You might want to stock up on your linguine.”
“Udon,” Zeklos and Reyes said together.
“Definitely udon,” Andrej laughed, shaking his head. “The boy is nutty about his noodles.”
“So, if you’re done humiliating me, can we order some breakfast? I’m starving.” Reyes crossed his arms across his chest, tapping his foot in impatience.
“On one condition,” James said, grinning.
“What’s that,” Zayne asked, heart sinking at the prediction he was about to be kicked out once the meal was done.
“That you don’t let this be a one-time thing,” James said.
“What?” His thoughts were reeling. Of all that he’d expected to hear, a request to frequent their bed wasn’t even in the top twenty.
“Unless you don’t want it to be anything more than that,” Zeklos clarified, a flash of something undecipherable crossing his face, disappearing with the words. “But you and I spend so much time together that I’d like to think you’d keep me company if Jay wasn’t able.”
“Are you suggesting something, Zek? And if you are, have you discussed it with him?” Zayne was pretty sure Zeklos was just fucking with him but, if he wasn’t? Rosewood might just lose his boyfriend because he and Andrej spent an excessive amount of time together during the days. And all too often during the nights, too.
“Not yet,” Zeklos hedged. “But maybe later?”
“Annnnd on that note,” Reyes said, standing abruptly and walking to the bedroom door. “Where did you say that menu was?”
“In the kitchen with all the others you’ve acquired for me since I moved in here,” Andrej laughed.
“Right,” Reyes said, exiting the room and almost running for the kitchen.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but hear Rosewood’s parting comment to Zeklos. “I think we scared him.”
Yeah, something like that, asshole.
“Can you please try and keep your noodles in your container, Zayne?”
Zeklos was shaking his head at him, but Zayne didn’t care. He’d somehow managed to convince his hotheaded Romanian partner to eat breakfast in bed. A late breakfast of pad Thai, prawns in red curry, and something Rosewood declared to be called Evil Jungle Noodles. What the ever loving hell those were, he didn’t know, but they sure as heck were tasty. They ate straight from the cartons, passing them back and forth across the bed. Zayne was ninety-nine percent sure that it wouldn’t have happened if Rosewood hadn’t intervened, so he owed the narco something for that.
Well, that and a million other things, but they’d deal with those things later.
“So, we were hauling this jackass in one night,” Rosewood was saying between bites of curry, “and he says, ‘You can’t do this to me, I’m a lion!’. Then he roars. Roars!” He shook his head, laughing.
“Drug addicts are a laugh a minute, aren’t they?” Zeklos reached over and stole a piece of something unidentifiable out of the container Reyes was holding. “What did you say to that?”
“That I didn’t care if he was king of the jungle, he was high as a kite and had threatened to eat an officer of the law. He laughed at me and said if I were an animal, I’d be a mouse because I was puny.”
“You’re nowhere close to being puny,” Zeklos said, giving one of James’ biceps an appreciative squeeze.
“Could have been worse,” Reyes added. “He could have called you a pig.”
“No doubt,” James agreed. “So, it got us talking on the ride back to the station about what we’d all be if we were animals.”
“You’re kidding,” Zayne asked, not believing that a group of grown men could be having a discussion like that.”
“True story,” he said, shrugging. “It was a long night. God, I don’t miss walking the streets every night like that. The hours we work, they suck, but it’s so much better than dealing with that every freaking night.”
“Amen to that,” Reyes said, lifting his fork in agreement. After a long stretch of companionable silence, a thought came to him. “Armadillo,” he said.
“Spoken like a true transplanted Texan,” James said. “Context please?”
“You said you were talking about what animal you’d be, so I said ‘armadillo’.”
“Aren’t armadillos those strange creatures that look like they’re wearing a suit of armor?” Zeklos made a face, the one that meant he was searching his internal database for information. “Why would you want to be one of those?”
“Why not,” Reyes asked. “They originate in Latin America, like me. They hate the cold and they’re freaking adorable. Again, just like me.”
“They’re also regularly used as speed bumps,” James said, giving Reyes a look that said ‘this could be just like you, too’.
“What was your answer that night, Jay?” Zek had turned those blue eyes on his boyfriend, searching for something that was beyond Reyes’ comprehension.
“Good question,” Zayne agreed, hijacking a prawn out of James’ container.
“Right now, I wish I was something that could keep you two out of my food,” James laughed. “I don’t even remember what I came up with that night, probably something stupid, I’m sure. But now? Maybe a fox. Cute, playful, but sly and sneaky. All things I need to be to do my job well. Your turn, Andy. Fess up.”
He made a vague motion with his carton of food. “It’s an easy question for me, considering where I come from and how I was raised. But a horse is a Romani’s best friend. She pulls your vardo, gets you from place to place. They’re intelligent, strong, and reliable. What more do you need out of an animal or a friend?”
“Truth,” Reyes said, putting his food aside and relaxing back into the pile of pillows behind him. And a good goddamned point, too. Because he had all of that and more in Zeklos, he only hoped he could give the same back, to them both.
James looked across Zeklos’ sprawled body as he told some story from his childhood relating back to why he’d chosen a horse and winked at Zayne. Not knowing how to take that, Reyes gave the narco a slight lift of his chin in response. Maybe this was possible or maybe they’d go down in flames, but it was worth the risk, wasn’t it? What did he have to lose, after all? All he had was his pride and his partner, but he also had everything in the world to gain, too.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes (finally, for real)
Rating: R for excessive smuttiness and all kinds of adult things
Word Count: 7,299
Summary: The morning after Reyes and Rosewood rescue Zeklos is filled with all kinds of emotions, confusion, and some food.
Author’s Note: I chose to leave this chapter un-betad (which will probably get me hit in the face with a snowball from the Great White North) but I wanted it to be a gift of sorts (gag gift, maybe?) for my wonderful and patient beta,
skyesurfer12. So any mistakes are mine (and please, point them out so I can fix them). This chapter is also for haldoor, because she’s the one who instigated it. I hope it lives up to your expectations. Also, for sharpiesgal who once said she’d pay to see these three together. No payment necessary, but the encouragement is worth more than gold.When Zeklos finally began to stir in the early hours of the morning, James had had an arm curled around his boyfriend’s waist and one leg slung over his knees. Andrej was on his side, chest to chest with the redhead, snuggled in their preferred manner when sharing a bed for the night. Spooning hadn’t ever been a favorite thing for James, he would rather be face to face with his lover than to wake up with an unruly mop of hair in his eyes.
“How are you feeling, baby,” James whispered, smoothing back the mussy mass of dark waves from Andrej’s face.
“Mmm,” Andrej murmured. “Stiff, sore and… confused.”
“Confused,” James asked, nuzzling his nose into Andrej’s neck.
“Yes,” he said, voice thick with sleep, his accent heavy in the early morning. He reached a hand behind him, finding another body curled against his own. “There’s someone else in our bed.”
“So you noticed,” James teased, kissing the long stretch of neckline exposed to him. “That’s a good sign.”
“I don’t know how I could miss it considering…” Zeklos’ voice trailed off, leaving the room quiet again.
“Considering what,” James asked, lifting his head.
“That it feels like Zayne pressed against me.” Andrej reached his hand behind him again, this time up and over his head. “Yes, that is definitely Zayne’s hair.”
“And my nose, Zek. Please let it go,” Reyes said.
“Oops,” Zeklos squeaked. “Sorry, Zayne.”
Reyes’ voice was deep and rough with sleep, low and sultry. It only agitated the lust already stirring his Rosewood’s belly. He shifted against Andrej’s body, cock beginning to demand immediate attention. “Should I be worried that you know your partner’s body by touch, Andy?”
“What,” Zeklos said, trying to maneuver out from between the two bodies. “No. I –”
“Shh,” Zayne cooed, draping an arm across Zeklos’ middle, his arm lying flush with Rosewood’s. “Relax, he’s pulling your leg.”
Andrej shot a look over his shoulder at Zayne. “I will never understand that expression.”
“I’m teasing you,” James clarified even though he knew Andy got what the expression meant, if not why it was used. “And English can be a bit strange at times, I know. But really, how are you feeling this morning?”
Disentangling his arms from the men encircling him, Zeklos stretched until his spine popped, sighing at the relief that came with it. “I’ve been worse,” he admitted. “But I’ve been better, too.”
“How could you possibly be better, Zek?” Reyes snuggled up against the backside of his partner, holding him close. “You’re currently the man meat in this hot detective sandwich.”
“What the hell did you just say,” James spluttered. “Never mind, I don’t think I want you to repeat it.”
“I know I don’t want to hear that again,” Andrej said, leaning back into Reyes’ chest.
Rosewood watched Reyes’ fingers sweep along the flat planes of Andrej’s lower stomach and sighed. Despite all the teasing he’d done, the thought of someone else putting their hands on his boyfriend, his Andy, hadn’t been a good one. He would have sworn that the action would have incited immediate and violent jealously… and yet, for some reason, watching Reyes touch Andrej in such a tender, familiar way, had the exact opposite effect on him. It was seductive and sexy and arousing. Something he wanted to see again and again, on eternal replay.
He couldn’t wait to see the two of them lip locked and drenched in sweat.
Zeklos coughed, cringing as he did so. “Sorry, ribs hurt.”
“I told you, you should have gone to the ER,” James scolded.
“He won’t listen,” Reyes said. “He hates hospitals. Been down that road more than a couple times.”
“The doctors at the hospital couldn’t have done anything more for my broken ribs than the paramedics already did,” Zeklos said.
“They could have hooked you up with some more painkillers,” Reyes said, bringing his wandering fingers up along the sore ribs in question.
“He wouldn’t have ever filled that prescription, Zayne,” Rosewood said. “Had a hard enough time getting him to accept the ones from the medics last night.”
“I think I fell asleep and woke in an alternate universe,” Zeklos murmured. “There is something weird going on here.”
“Why is that,” Reyes asked.
“He called you by your given name,” Zek said, pointing at Rosewood. “Not to mention the fact you two aren’t at each other’s throats, rather you’re agreeing with each other.”
Rosewood looked at Reyes over the body stuffed between them and smiled. Zayne was looking back at the redhead, an odd but comfortable expression on his face. Whether he’d decided to go through with what they’d discussed or not, something had very definitely changed in the Texan’s point of view during the night. James had long suspected that, if not closeted, Reyes at least had feelings for his partner. Suspicions that went back to a time well before his relationship with Andy had begun. The two of them were a bit of a legend around the station, and word got around about their varied stunts and mishaps, spotlighting Reyes as the instigator in most cases. Although he had no intentions of giving Andrej up to any man, he thought that, if Reyes was sincere, maybe they could figure something out. It was enough to make his head – and heart – hurt.
“James,” Zeklos interrupted Rosewood’s internal meanderings. “Zayne, can you tell me why we’re all in bed together? What did I miss after I passed out?” He paused and made a face. “Besides that shower I requested? God, I smell like dust and sweat and that man.”
“I was worried you might have a nightmare or flashback of some kind,” James said, placing his hand over the top of Reyes’, now low on Zeklos’ belly. “Figured having him here would be a good idea. I hate to admit it, but he has more experience dealing with you when you’re freaking out.”
“While I agree,” Andrej said, “I’m still not sure why he had to sleep here, with us.”
“Convenience,” James grinned. “Besides, are you really complaining?”
“Oh no,” Zeklos grunted, trying to wiggle out of the arms wrapped around him. James could see the pieces falling into place inside Andrej’s head, curious as to what his reaction would be. “No, you didn’t. James, why. I told you –”
Rosewood pressed his mouth against Andrej’s until the Romanian stopped protesting, quit struggling and relaxed into his embrace. Opening his mouth to his boyfriend, Andrej kissed him deeply. James reveled in the taste and feel of his man against him, thankful that they were both home and safe. He slid his hands around Zeklos’ back, knuckles rubbing against the thin t-shirt covering Reyes’ chest. There was a sharp intake of breath, and then Zayne’s mouth found Andrej’s neck, kissing, skimming and lightly nipping at the skin.
Zeklos’ body stiffened, heart thundering in his chest. “Guys,” he said. “Wait, we need to talk –”
“We talk,” Zayne muttered against Zek’s naked shoulder, “and I’ll lose my nerve. Just shut it for once and let us take care of you.”
“We both know you want this,” James said, nuzzling into the hair at Zeklos’ temple. “I know that what happened between you two that night wasn’t enough for you, it wouldn’t have been for me either. You needed him to be willing, engaged, for it to give you what you needed. That’s why he’s still here.”
“But Zayne, I don’t understand.”
“Let it go, baby,” Reyes said, kissing Zeklos’ cheek. “He made me an offer last night, gave me a choice, so I made the decision.”
“You chose to stay,” James asked, looking for clarification.
“Yeah,” Reyes agreed. “I – I don’t know why, not completely, but yes. I want to stay if you’ll have me.”
“I want you,” James said, ghosting the tips of his fingers down the side of Reyes’ face. “Andy, baby?”
“I – I want you, too,” he said. “I want both of you and I think you both already know this. I want you both, now and always, is that even possible?”
“No clue,” Rosewood said, “but we can talk about that later.”
“Yeah,” Zayne laughed, pressing his hips against Zeklos’ ass. “Later, when we’re all able to think with our brains and not our dicks.”
“For once, he’s making sense,” James teased before tilting his mouth up, looking for a kiss. Zayne hesitated for a moment before complying with the unspoken request.
A broken sound came out of Zeklos’ mouth. “Stop,” he begged.
“Oh, we’ll take care of you, too,” James promised, breaking the kiss he shared with Reyes. “Just making friends with your partner first.” Andrej buried his face in James’ shoulder, fingers digging into his pale skin.
“He’s shaking, James,” Reyes pointed out.
“You alright, baby?” James smoothed a hand across Zek’s head.
“No,” he muttered into Rosewood’s body. “This is more than I can handle.”
“Zayne,” James said, “take your shirt off.”
“Whatever you say.” Reyes did as he was told, then waited for more instructions. “Tell me what you want, both of you, and I’ll do my best to give it to you.”
“That’s a dangerous proclamation, Reyes,” James laughed. “I promise to go easy on you. This time.”
“I swear, sometimes I wonder about you guys down in narcotics.”
“Andy, turn around and face Zayne,” he said, trying to comfort his terrified boyfriend with his words. James also hoped that bantering back and forth with the Texan would help put Andrej at ease, make him forget where he was and let him focus on the teasing.
Reyes moved back so that Zek had some room to maneuver. Once they were face to face, he curled his arms around his partner, pulling him against his newly bared chest. Zek gave a small shudder before calming in his partner’s embrace. James was suddenly grateful they hadn’t bothered to redress Andrej after they put him to bed the night before. It was less clothing to deal with right now and later, it was going to come in handy having Andy in nothing but his briefs. He made quick work of his own borrowed t-shirt and threw it to the floor. Pressing his chest against Zeklos’ back, he cuddled his boyfriend to him, allowing Reyes to keep a tight hold on Zek as well.
“Breathe, Andy,” James told him. “You can stop this at any time, we promise.”
“I don’t want to stop it,” he finally admitted. “”But I’m afraid.”
“Don’t be afraid, Zek,” Reyes said, kissing an exposed curve of collar bone. “We won’t hurt you, neglect you, or get angry with you, no matter what. Besides, shouldn’t I be the one wigging out on you right now?”
“You don’t ever let anything bother you,” Zeklos reminded him. “Not even a drunken romp in a sleazy hotel room while an even sleazier drug dealer watched us.”
Zayne’s laughter shook the bed, drawing a chuckle out of Rosewood as well. “He has a point, Zayne,” James pointed out.
“Yeah, well, I knocked back more than a little tequila that night. Me and that scumbag, Martinez.”
“Can we please not say his name while we’re lounging in my bed?” Andrej rubbed his face against the hair covering Reyes’ chest, a soft sound of contentment following the snuggle. “That’s not a memory I want to relive right now.”
“Mmm,” James murmured. “You hear that, Zayne? He wants a good memory. Think we can give him one?”
“We can try,” Reyes responded.
James’ hand slid away from Zeklos’ belly and moved lower, fingers lightly brushing against the hardness contained within his boxer briefs. Moaning, Andrej arched his hips into James’ hand. Zayne gripped Zek’s ass with both hands, urging him forward against his own aching cock. Rosewood allowed Andrej to buck against his hand a few times, giving Reyes a chance to get used to the feeling of cock against cock, before he reached inside Zeklos’ pants, gripping his boyfriend firmly.
“You’re going to kill me,” Andy whimpered.
“We’ve barely gotten started,” James said, giving Zeklos’ cock a slow stroke. He’d fit his own throbbing dick against Zek’s ass, using his boyfriend’s urgent movements to further his own needs. But now that he had Andy going, he needed to draw Reyes in, make him a part of the action. “Touch him,” James purred into Andy’s ear.
“God, please,” Reyes agreed, fingers digging into Zeklos’ ass cheeks. His cock rubbed against the backside of Rosewood’s hand.
“Only if you do the same for Jay,” Andrej said, surprising everyone. “It’s only fair.”
James hid his smile against Zeklos’ neck. Fair wasn’t exactly the right word to use, but it worked for him. It was hesitant at first, but Reyes fumbled until he caught hold of Rosewood, squeezing, then moving in short, fluid strokes. He could feel Andy shifting, looking for a more comfortable position, probably. Zayne’s surprised gasp let him know Zeklos had found what he was looking for and he grinned as their bodies found a rhythm.
“Zayne,” Andrej panted, “kiss me.”
Reyes’ mouth found Andy’s, meeting in a passionate clash of lips and teeth. James groaned, being so close and yet left out of the kiss. “You two are so hot together,” he growled, sinking his teeth into Zeklos’ shoulder. “I need more.”
James released his hold on Andrej, and was rewarded with a disappointed whimper. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded.
“Only for a minute, baby,” he said, leaning forward to capture Zeklos’ mouth for a quick kiss. Catching Reyes’ eye, he smiled. “It’s a little warm in here, don’t you think?”
“Mmm, yeah,” Reyes agreed, letting Rosewood’s cock slide out of his grip. Untangling himself from Zeklos, Reyes shucked off his sweats and tossed them on the floor beside him. “Better.”
“Better from over here, too,” James said, having caught the briefest of glimpses of Reyes’ naked body. At least he now had confirmation that the cowboy’s arrogance was well warranted. Wiggling, he removed his own sweats and chucked them in the vicinity of his discarded tee from earlier. “Ah, so much more comfortable. Andy?”
“Give me a minute,” he said, rolling onto his back and lying mostly flat.
Zeklos was quiet for a long moment, his breathing heavy and erratic. Caressing his arm with a gentle hand, James tried to ease Andrej’s rabbiting heartbeat. One of the things he loved the most about his boyfriend was how he went from zero to sixty in about four point two seconds. Zero being calm and rational and sixty landing somewhere around the realm of crazed sex addict. It made for some extremely wild and passionate nights, not to mention some very bleary eyed mornings.
Slipping his arms under the covers, Andrej wiggled out of his boxer briefs and presented them for the boys’ inspection. “I’d ask who wanted them first, but considering their current state, an incinerator might be the only option they have left.”
Snagging them out of Zeklos’ hands, Reyes tossed Andrej’s underwear onto the floor with a grin. “We can worry about that later,” he said, settling onto his back.
He watched as Reyes secured his hands under his head, elbows out to the side of each ear. The position accentuated the curves of his biceps and triceps, giving James’ mouth another reason to water. “How did you manage to keep him such a secret, Andy?”
Zeklos laughed. “I thought you said you’d been in our precinct for a while now? He’s not a very well-kept secret, not if you talk to any of the female officers.”
He giggled when Reyes poked him in the side. “Shut up, Zek. That’s so not true and you know it.”
“Oh, it is true, and I’ve had enough females randomly come up to me to tell me just how hot my partner was.”
Something undecipherable clouded Reyes’ face before clearing abruptly. James prayed he wasn’t thinking about his recent breakup with Maxwell. That would wilt your Willy quicker than a cold shower, and limp anything wasn’t in the plans for the morning. “There is that kid that works in the morgue,” he said, trying to distract Reyes from wherever his thoughts had just gone. “He’s always quite colorful when it comes to your visits.”
“Stooooop,” Zayne laughed, throwing an arm across his face. The arm didn’t do a damn thing to hide the blush tinting his cheeks, however.
“Aw, isn’t that cute, he’s embarrassed,” James grinned. “I thought you said he doesn’t get embarrassed.”
Zeklos shrugged. “I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen him blush. The night we were naked and sweaty wasn’t one of them.”
“I’m ignoring you,” Reyes replied, turning his face to the side. Unfortunately the tent his erection was making in the covers contradicted his words.
James tapped Zeklos on the shoulder and then put a finger to his mouth, asking for silence. Making an obscene gesture with a hand, James hinted at a lewd proposition that caused Andrej’s cheeks to flush twelve shades of red in the aftermath. Nodding through the embarrassment, Andrej agreed, just as James knew he would. Because who in their right mind would turn down an invitation to suck off that sexy cowboy?
Angling himself towards Reyes’ lower half, Zeklos slipped under the covers and touched Zayne’s thigh. Reyes stilled, moving his hand from his eyes and shooting an accusatory look at Rosewood.
“What,” James said, the picture of innocence gone to the dark side. “You opposed to an early morning blowjob?”
Before he could answer, Zeklos slid the tip of Zayne’s cock into his mouth. Reyes gasped, hips arching, seeking more of what James knew to be a hot mouth with a rather wicked tongue attached to it. Moving closer to Reyes’ writhing body, James kissed the cowboy, their tongues tangling. A large, dark hand clamped onto the back of Rosewood’s head, holding him close, trapping their lips against each other. Zeklos opened his mouth, taking Reyes in fully. With his free hand, he took hold of James, stroking his cock in time with the rhythm he had working on Zayne.
“God Zek,” Reyes gasped, Zeklos giving another long pull on his erection. “Please don’t stop any of that.”
“Too bad,” he muttered, swapping Reyes’ cock with James’. He gave a good suck to the tip before releasing it. “I’ve got two beautiful cocks in my face, you think I’m going to ignore one of them?”
“Can’t have that,” Reyes groaned as Zeklos took hold of him, palm sliding along his length. “Just don’t stop touching me,” he begged, threading a hand into Zeklos’ hair.
“I’ve got a free hand, too, you know,” Rosewood teased, cupping the heavy weight of Reyes’ balls in his fingers.
The hand Zayne had at the back of James’ head squeezed, encouraging. “You use it well, Red,” he breathed. “Keep it up.”
“I do that and you’re going to blow all over me,” James teased, pressing in for another lingering kiss. “And Andy’ll get a mouthful.”
“I don’t think any of us are against any of that happening,” Reyes said.
Secretly, James agreed. Letting Andy work his magic tongue until James shot in his mouth was an amazing experience, one he took advantage of every time Andrej offered, but he wanted more out of this. If it never happened again, he needed Andy between them both, screaming as he came undone. There wasn’t anything he wanted more right that second than to see his boyfriend covered in their combined spunk. Exhausted, satisfied, and sticky.
He knew that Reyes wouldn’t be willing to let either of them inside him, nor did he think the cowboy was up to topping just yet, but James didn’t care. There was so much they could do to make Andrej crazy without that even entering the picture. Things that would gratify the three of them completely and leave no one feeling less than fulfilled. Not that he’d thought much about this moment or anything.
“No,” James agreed. “But there is so much more we can give each other than a couple of hand jobs combined with a very sloppy bit of oral thrown in.”
Zeklos swallowed the length of Rosewood’s erection before drawing back, letting the head pop out of his mouth. “There is nothing sloppy about anything I do,” he said, words tight. “Not even this.” He flicked the head of James’ cock with his tongue, turning to do the same to Reyes.
“Andy, you can be so cruel,” James growled. “Come back up here, baby.”
“You sure,” he asked, blue eyes bright and full of mischief. He took a hard cock in each and raised an eyebrow. “Because I’m happy to continue.”
“Argh,” Zayne groaned. “Why haven’t I ever seen this side of you before, Zek?”
“Because this is the first time you’ve willingly gone to bed with me,” he replied, nipping at the inside of Zayne’s thigh. “Hmmm, you want a hickey? You’ve got such gorgeous thighs.”
“Andrej,” Rosewood chuckled. “Focus baby, and get your ass up here. I’ve got a better idea.”
“Better than what I was doing,” he asked, wriggling his way back between the two detectives. “I can’t wait to hear what this could be.”
Reaching into the bedside table, Rosewood retrieved a tube of lubricant. Waving it in Zeklos’ face, he grinned. “This help change your mind?”
Eyes wide, Reyes stuttered, “Wait. I think –”
“Relax,” James said, fingers teasing the stubble on Reyes’ face. “We’ll save your ass’ virginity until next time.”
“He’s kidding,” Andrej interjected, snuggling against Reyes’ naked skin. “He’d never push you that far the first time, no matter how much he wanted to torment you.”
“You, on the other hand,” Rosewood said, molding his body to Zeklos’ backside, “I intend on fucking before this morning is over.”
Looking over his shoulder, Zeklos smiled at James. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that. I was worried you’d be too afraid of hurting me to even try.”
“The thought had crossed my mind,” James confessed, “but I’m so relieved to have you home that I don’t care.”
“Don’t care that you hurt him,” Reyes said. His look was harsh, but the words held a hint of amusement to them. “That’s rude.”
“It’s all good, he likes it rough anyway.”
“James, what is wrong with you,” Andrej said, voice cracking. “Why would you even say that?”
“To embarrass you,” Zayne said, rubbing his hips against Zek’s. “And because it apparently turns you on.”
“I think we’ve teased him enough, Zayne,” James said, wrenching on Zeklos’ arm, gently breaking his embrace with the Texan. “Move more into the middle, Zayne, and lay on your back.”
Uncertainty clouded Reyes’ expression but he trusted Zeklos and, by extension, that trust seemed to encompass James as well. He settled onto the mattress, head resting half on each pillow. “Okay, what next?”
“Next you have to trust me – us – a little bit.” James looked down into those bottomless green eyes and understood how his boyfriend had become so entranced by them. “Neither of us are going to violate your um, sensibilities,” he said, snickering a little at the euphemism. “But we are going to make you come, cowboy. And that’s going to take some maneuvering.”
Fidgeting until he found a comfortable spot, Reyes slapped a hand against his chiseled abs, cock jerking as he did. “Bring it on, both of you.”
Zeklos looked up at James from where he was cradled in the redhead’s arms. “He’s using dangerous words again, Jay.”
“I know it,” he agreed. “Just means we give him all we’ve got.”
With a bit of unspoken understanding, Zeklos straddled Reyes’ waist, lining their cocks up alongside each other. He placed a hand just above either shoulder and leaned down within kissing distance. Zek brushed his lips across Reyes’, teasing and taunting. Tilting his head upwards, Zayne reached for Zeklos’ mouth, silently begging for another. James propped himself up on an elbow and watched the two, touching and kissing and tormenting one another. It was a beautiful sight, their long and lean and dark skinned bodies melding and twisting around each other. Reyes’ skin leaning towards bronzed brown where Zeklos’ tended to be more golden in tone.
Zeklos bore down, pressing his hips against Reyes, his cock gliding along his partner’s hardened length. The heads bumped as Zek rocked, Zayne wrapping a hand around Andrej’s neck. He pulled Zek down until their bodies were flush, mouths locked together, cocks writhing between them as their bodies worked against the other.
“So gorgeous,” James sighed, stroking his own cock as he watched them. “So perfect and sweet. I almost hate to interrupt your intimate little powwow.”
Moving to the end of the bed, James guided Zeklos’ hips upward, giving his boyfriend a better angle to kiss the cowboy with. He squeezed a bit of lube into his hand and spread it along his erection. Squeezing another dollop out, he slipped his fingers between Andrej’s ass cheeks, tips of his fingers pressing against his entrance. Zeklos pressed back against James’ fingers, eager.
“A little bit impatient, are we baby?” James smacked the flat of his hand against Zeklos’ ass in reprimand.
James shook his head and took in the view from where he knelt behind Zeklos. His boyfriend was lip locked with his partner, their hands tangled in each other’s hair, bodies grinding, desperately seeking release. Rosewood figured he could give them that much this morning. Andy, he would give the world to, and his blue-eyed baby would happily take it, but what would Reyes take away from this? He hadn’t a clue why he cared so much about how Reyes felt when he left their bed later, but for some reason it mattered a lot. And not just because he meant something to Andrej.
“James,” Zeklos whined. “Please hurry, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”
“Ditto,” Reyes muttered in between wet kisses. “He’s making me just a little crazy here.”
Like he needed more of an invitation than that. Resting a hand on Andrej’s lower back, James used his other to bring his cock level with Zeklos’ ass. He pressed the head of his erection against his boyfriend’s entrance, easing inside more gently than he wanted. God, if he had his choices, he’d have shoved his way inside, pressing Zeklos' face into the pillow, muffling his cries. It was a game they liked to play, but not one he could engage in this morning, and not only out of fear of hurting Andrej.
“Fuck,” Zeklos shouted, the rare curse word escaping as James thrust completely inside him. “Yes.”
“I love it when you swear,” James said, pulling out slowly, then driving forward again, marginally harder than before. “Hearing those filthy words come out of your pretty mouth does things to me.”
Zeklos leaned back into James, taking every inch the redhead had to offer. “Show me,” Andrej said. Kissing Reyes, long and hard, he amended. “Show us, make us happy.”
God, he’d been waiting for those words. Gliding his hand up the back of Andrej’s neck, James twined his fingers in the mass of messy dark hair, pushing Zeklos’ head down. Obliging, Zek fastened his mouth onto Zayne’s kissing him hungrily. Reyes’ hips lifted upwards, clashing against Zek’s. James thrust harder, loving every whimpering noise Andrej made beneath him. The equally needy noises Andy’s actions drew out of Reyes only intensified the need building within him. How had they waited so long to do this?
“Damn that feels good, baby,” Reyes grunted. “But I need more.”
Sneaking his hand between himself and Zeklos, Reyes took their cocks into his hand, forcing them even closer together as they rocked against each other. Zek’s breath caught and James bit his lip at the seductive sound of it. They were all so close, he could feel it building. “Andy,” James said, knowing his boyfriend would understand.
“Yes,” he panted. “God yes, Jay, please.”
“Kiss me, Zayne,” Andrej begged.
“Anything for you,” Reyes replied, wrapping an arm around his partner, pulling him in close. His grip on their cocks tightened, giving a frantic squeeze as their dicks slipped between his fingers. Their lips met, tongues fusing.
“Never seen anything so amazing,” James said, leaning heavily on Andrej’s back, driving hard and fast. And he hadn’t. Seeing the two of them together, kissing and grinding and loving was spectacular. It made him hornier than he’d ever been, drove him to find a way to please them both. James felt his balls tighten, knew it was almost over and hated that it came to an end so soon.
And yet…
James shouted, slapping his hips forcefully against Zeklos’ ass. Grunting and clawing at the thatch of raven hair he loved so much, he tugged at Zeklos’ curls and came harder than he ever remembered. Nearly collapsing against Andrej’s back, James managed to hold himself up long enough to allow his two lovers to find their own satisfaction. He couldn’t – wouldn’t – allow himself to take away from their own pleasure simply because he’d exhausted himself before they did. Couldn’t blame them if he wasn’t able to pace himself properly.
“Come on baby,” James encouraged Andy, “make him come for us.”
Maybe that was all they needed, or maybe it was the way Andrej buried his teeth in Reyes’ shoulder, but whatever it was, the two beautiful bodies beneath him bucked and writhed and cried out their pleasure. Twisting to the side, James watched as their hips ground against each other, forcing their cocks joyously together. If he wasn’t so completely, utterly spent, James was certain he’d be hard again already, waiting for a second round to start as soon as Andy and Zayne were finished.
Reyes’ fingers grasped Zeklos’ shoulders with a bruising passion, one that was sure to leave a mark. Andrej returned the favor, peppering Zayne’s exposed skin with bites and hickeys. Tomorrow, Reyes would sport nearly as many purpling spots as Andrej, although he’d surely be in less pain. With a wounded sound, Reyes came, dragging Zeklos along with him. Zayne loosened his grip on their trapped cocks, dragging his arm out from between the two of them.
“Ew,” Reyes grumbled, half laughing. “I was going to hug you, but ew.”
Collapsing onto the sprawl of Reyes’ body, Zeklos chuckled. “Not like there isn’t enough of that already smeared between our bodies already,” he said, then made a face. “And other places, I suppose.”
“Watch it,” James scolded, giving Zeklos’ ass a playful swat. “I’ll get you a towel. Wait, never mind, I found Zayne’s shirt.”
“Dude, no,” Zayne protested, but took it from James anyway.
“I’ll wash it later,” Zeklos muttered, settling his head on Zayne’s chest. “I promise.”
“You can get off him any time now, Andy,” James teased, ducking the soiled t-shirt Reyes flung at him.
“Shut it, narco,” Reyes growled, a protective note in his voice that hadn’t been there previously. “He’s comfortable.”
“Mmm,” Andrej said, cuddling closer to his partner, “he’s right, I’m so comfortable, Jay. Don’t make me move yet.”
Chuckling, James took up residence on the empty half of Zeklos’ bed. “Whatever you say, baby.”
Looking down at the dark head resting on his bare skin, Reyes sighed. “You want to sit up so I can clean off our chests?”
“No,” Andrej muttered, sleepiness invading his voice. “I just want a nap. I had a hard night, you know.”
“Well, okay then,” Zayne said, shifting so that Andrej wasn’t so precariously balanced on his body. “If you insist.”
“I do,” Andrej sighed, closing his eyes.
“You’re stuck with him for at least an hour now,” James said, curling up by Reyes’ side. Throwing an arm across Zeklos’ waist, James rested his head on the shoulder Andrej wasn’t using as a pillow. “Both of us, actually.”
“Well, I suppose it’s a good damn thing none of us are needed anywhere anytime soon,” Zayne said.
“Get some rest, Reyes,” James ordered, touching the cowboy’s face with a finger. “Neither of us slept much last night, so we might as well grab it now.”
“You make a good point,” Zayne said, stretching as best as he could with two men slumbering atop him. “Sleep well, James.”
Uncharacteristically, Zayne was the first to wake. Sometime during their nap, Zeklos had slipped off his chest and settled between himself and James’ sleeping body. He’d never been more thankful for such a twist of fate considering his pressing need to pee. Slipping out of bed, he wandered to Zek’s bathroom and made use of the facilities. After washing his hands, he snagged the nearest washcloth and wiped away the only surviving proof of what had transpired a few hours prior. It was going to take him some time to sort through his thoughts on the incident and come to terms with the fact he really did seem to have feelings for his partner. That last part was going to be difficult because, whenever something was too much for him to handle on his own, he’d always turned to Zek for advice. He couldn’t exactly do that when Zeklos was the reason for his crisis.
Maybe he could talk to James? It was an insane thought, but the only option that made sense. He figured he didn’t need to make a decision right that second either. There was always – no. No way in hell was he talking to Hilary about this. She’d laugh in his goddamned face right before she shouted, “I told you so.” But, there was Trish.
“You doing okay there, cowboy?” James came into the open vanity area and leaned against the countertop. “Have to say, you look a little paler than usual.”
Zayne cracked a half-grin. “We had a long night,” he said. “And a rather adventurous morning. I think I need some food and I’ll be golden.”
“Hmm,” Rosewood murmured, “food would be a beautiful thing right now. Funny, I initially came to see if I could coax you back into bed with us.”
He couldn’t stop the rush of blood that divided itself rather unevenly between his cock and his cheeks, flushing both with an unbearable burn. “I really don’t know what to say to that, and I’m not sure how I feel about my loss of words either.”
“Come back to bed,” James said, kissing his cheek. “Andy’s awake and, although he’s hurting, he’s hungry and ready to get his life back together. I’m sure he’ll know the best place to get some post- and pre-coital take out.”
Reyes watched James saunter out of the bathroom, firm ass clad in a pair of tight fitting pajama pants. He could have told the narco every last place within a ten mile radius that served anything decent, but only one thing was on his mind. “Hey James, you know what I’m actually craving?”
Zeklos’ laughter met him at the bedside. “The next words out of your mouth had better not be ‘stir-fry’, Zayne.”
“What can I say,” he said, lifting a shoulder to his ear. Sitting down at the foot of the bed, he looked at his partner thoughtfully. “You always feed me better than any of these take out joints.”
“I guess I’ll take that compliment while I can get it,” Zeklos grinned. “But I’m still not cooking for you, Zayne. In the kitchen is a flyer for that Thai place down the road. Their pad Thai is pretty decent and I think it’ll be right up your alley.”
Kind of like the man making the suggestion, Reyes supposed. God, was he in trouble once they went back to work. It was going to be hard, especially with the narco residing only a floor below them. Zayne reminded himself that he managed to make it through the early stages of Zeklos’ relationship with Rosewood with as little snarkiness as he was able to manage. If he could survive that, then he could find a way to survive having spent one glorious morning with them, even if he knew he’d never get a second shot at it in the future.
“The cowboy has left the building,” Rosewood drawled while poking Reyes in the arm. “Zayne, are you still in there?”
“What? Oh yeah, sorry.” He shook his head, ashamed of where his mind had just wandered, all while sitting next to the two men he’d been dreaming about. “Pad Thai works for me. Something about noodles in the morning really appeals to me.”
“According to Trish,” Zeklos offered while reaching for his cell phone, “you always crave noodles after a night of debauchery.”
“Wait,” Reyes spluttered. “How the hell does Trish know that?”
“No clue,” Zeklos said. “But it’s true, isn’t it?”
“None of your business,” Reyes said, making a mental note to find out what else Hilary had told her partner about their sexual adventures. “But I swear, I’ve never, ever even tried to sleep with Rollins, so how the hell does she know that about me?”
“I guess that’s confirmation that it’s accurate information, Andy,” James noted.
“I think you’re right,” Zeklos agreed. “And it’s important information to have, too.”
“Especially if plans on hanging out with us regularly,” James added. “You might want to stock up on your linguine.”
“Udon,” Zeklos and Reyes said together.
“Definitely udon,” Andrej laughed, shaking his head. “The boy is nutty about his noodles.”
“So, if you’re done humiliating me, can we order some breakfast? I’m starving.” Reyes crossed his arms across his chest, tapping his foot in impatience.
“On one condition,” James said, grinning.
“What’s that,” Zayne asked, heart sinking at the prediction he was about to be kicked out once the meal was done.
“That you don’t let this be a one-time thing,” James said.
“What?” His thoughts were reeling. Of all that he’d expected to hear, a request to frequent their bed wasn’t even in the top twenty.
“Unless you don’t want it to be anything more than that,” Zeklos clarified, a flash of something undecipherable crossing his face, disappearing with the words. “But you and I spend so much time together that I’d like to think you’d keep me company if Jay wasn’t able.”
“Are you suggesting something, Zek? And if you are, have you discussed it with him?” Zayne was pretty sure Zeklos was just fucking with him but, if he wasn’t? Rosewood might just lose his boyfriend because he and Andrej spent an excessive amount of time together during the days. And all too often during the nights, too.
“Not yet,” Zeklos hedged. “But maybe later?”
“Annnnd on that note,” Reyes said, standing abruptly and walking to the bedroom door. “Where did you say that menu was?”
“In the kitchen with all the others you’ve acquired for me since I moved in here,” Andrej laughed.
“Right,” Reyes said, exiting the room and almost running for the kitchen.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but hear Rosewood’s parting comment to Zeklos. “I think we scared him.”
Yeah, something like that, asshole.
“Can you please try and keep your noodles in your container, Zayne?”
Zeklos was shaking his head at him, but Zayne didn’t care. He’d somehow managed to convince his hotheaded Romanian partner to eat breakfast in bed. A late breakfast of pad Thai, prawns in red curry, and something Rosewood declared to be called Evil Jungle Noodles. What the ever loving hell those were, he didn’t know, but they sure as heck were tasty. They ate straight from the cartons, passing them back and forth across the bed. Zayne was ninety-nine percent sure that it wouldn’t have happened if Rosewood hadn’t intervened, so he owed the narco something for that.
Well, that and a million other things, but they’d deal with those things later.
“So, we were hauling this jackass in one night,” Rosewood was saying between bites of curry, “and he says, ‘You can’t do this to me, I’m a lion!’. Then he roars. Roars!” He shook his head, laughing.
“Drug addicts are a laugh a minute, aren’t they?” Zeklos reached over and stole a piece of something unidentifiable out of the container Reyes was holding. “What did you say to that?”
“That I didn’t care if he was king of the jungle, he was high as a kite and had threatened to eat an officer of the law. He laughed at me and said if I were an animal, I’d be a mouse because I was puny.”
“You’re nowhere close to being puny,” Zeklos said, giving one of James’ biceps an appreciative squeeze.
“Could have been worse,” Reyes added. “He could have called you a pig.”
“No doubt,” James agreed. “So, it got us talking on the ride back to the station about what we’d all be if we were animals.”
“You’re kidding,” Zayne asked, not believing that a group of grown men could be having a discussion like that.”
“True story,” he said, shrugging. “It was a long night. God, I don’t miss walking the streets every night like that. The hours we work, they suck, but it’s so much better than dealing with that every freaking night.”
“Amen to that,” Reyes said, lifting his fork in agreement. After a long stretch of companionable silence, a thought came to him. “Armadillo,” he said.
“Spoken like a true transplanted Texan,” James said. “Context please?”
“You said you were talking about what animal you’d be, so I said ‘armadillo’.”
“Aren’t armadillos those strange creatures that look like they’re wearing a suit of armor?” Zeklos made a face, the one that meant he was searching his internal database for information. “Why would you want to be one of those?”
“Why not,” Reyes asked. “They originate in Latin America, like me. They hate the cold and they’re freaking adorable. Again, just like me.”
“They’re also regularly used as speed bumps,” James said, giving Reyes a look that said ‘this could be just like you, too’.
“What was your answer that night, Jay?” Zek had turned those blue eyes on his boyfriend, searching for something that was beyond Reyes’ comprehension.
“Good question,” Zayne agreed, hijacking a prawn out of James’ container.
“Right now, I wish I was something that could keep you two out of my food,” James laughed. “I don’t even remember what I came up with that night, probably something stupid, I’m sure. But now? Maybe a fox. Cute, playful, but sly and sneaky. All things I need to be to do my job well. Your turn, Andy. Fess up.”
He made a vague motion with his carton of food. “It’s an easy question for me, considering where I come from and how I was raised. But a horse is a Romani’s best friend. She pulls your vardo, gets you from place to place. They’re intelligent, strong, and reliable. What more do you need out of an animal or a friend?”
“Truth,” Reyes said, putting his food aside and relaxing back into the pile of pillows behind him. And a good goddamned point, too. Because he had all of that and more in Zeklos, he only hoped he could give the same back, to them both.
James looked across Zeklos’ sprawled body as he told some story from his childhood relating back to why he’d chosen a horse and winked at Zayne. Not knowing how to take that, Reyes gave the narco a slight lift of his chin in response. Maybe this was possible or maybe they’d go down in flames, but it was worth the risk, wasn’t it? What did he have to lose, after all? All he had was his pride and his partner, but he also had everything in the world to gain, too.
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Date: 2015-12-24 11:26 am (UTC)The notif for this arrived in my inbox when we got home just before midnight after looking at the Xmas lights and I almost thought I should leave it till tomorrow night, but then I couldn't wait...
SO GOOD! So very good! I LOVE IT! They are so gorgeous together!
THANK YOU. It was so very worth the wait. :D
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Date: 2015-12-27 01:05 am (UTC)I set this up on like Tuesday to post at 11:59 PM PST on Wednesday night so it'd be there for you on Christmas. Everyone else is like three hours off my time at most. :) But HOORAY FOR BEING IMPATIENT!
THANK YOU! I was so worried, I've never written m/m/m before. But I shall endeavor to MORE NOW. I am beyond thrilled that it worked and that you loved it so much. :)
And the boys send their very sticky, sweaty love, too. :)
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Date: 2015-12-24 06:33 pm (UTC)I have not read it yet, but I wanted to stop by and say THANK YOU! I will read it in the next day or two when I can get some MamaALONEtime so that I can enjoy it ;)
Merry Christmas to you and your family! I hope everyone is feeling better, what with the tonsils and everything else. Have a blessed, peaceful holiday.
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Date: 2015-12-27 12:08 am (UTC)I hope that, when you get time to read, you enjoy it thoroughly and that it stands up to all your expectations. :)
I'm a day late and a dollar short as always, but I hope the same for you and your family as well. Taylor Tot went to the doctor on Wednesday, got some antibiotics, and is already on the mend. Too bad the Amoxicillin doesn't work on her attitude! Hah.
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Date: 2015-12-27 06:48 pm (UTC)I managed to read it last night, and I have to say I wholeheartedly approve of the way they took care of Zek ;) I wondered how far Zayne would go, too, and I think they way you kept it made it believable. I didn't think he would allow himself to, well, get fucked literally (we already know the Romanian has fucked him figuratively :) so the boundary there worked for me.
I had to laugh about the poor armadillo speed bump, too. They are just too adorable basking in their take-out food and coming down from their high. Now what?? :) Quite a divide in the road right now ...
Glad everyone is feeling healthy again! (attitude aside - snort)
Thank you again for my delightfully hot present... *slurp*
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Date: 2015-12-28 08:53 pm (UTC)Thanks for the reassurances and for all the help with this one. There's a short epilogue to follow soon. But yeah, there were a lot of things that I knew Zayne wouldn't go for, no matter how um, hard up he might be at the time. We'll let him and Andy figure all that out later. :D
Having lived in Texas for a while, that's exactly what the poor things become. It's a shame, too, because they're really cute little critter. Ah, now there's a loaded question. But you'll find out soon enough, I think.
Thanks - and you're so very welcome.
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Date: 2015-12-29 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-12-29 05:44 pm (UTC)But HOORAY! I'm so happy that you enjoyed! Hopefully there will be more soon. :D