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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Drink On It
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A high amount of alcohol consumption including the mixing of liquors. Hangovers are expected and no, I know better than to do this in real life. Just FYI.
Word Count: 4,035
Summary: James has the boys over for a few drinks and things get out of hand. Because of course they do.
Author’s Notes: Written for the end of the year drabble challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. I was on the fence about how smutty this was going to get but, since my entire family is home this weekend, I kept it to a bare minimum. Besides, I have a wonderfully spectacular suggestion from someone that I plan on starting soon.
Round
Andrej held the door open and allowed Zayne to enter ahead of him. Following his partner into the living room, he scanned the area until his eyes landed on James, sprawled in his favorite chair, waiting for them to arrive.
“It’s about time,” he said, rising from his chair to embrace each newcomer in a tight hug. Andy first, then Zayne. “You said you’d be here ten minutes ago.”
“I had a hard time convincing Zayne to tag along with me,” Andrej said, pointing a thumb at his partner.
Reyes made a face. “Sorry, it just felt weird coming here rather than at Zek’s place like usual. The whole third wheel thing and all.”
“Understood,” James said, slapping a hand against Zayne’s back. “But you’re here now, cowboy and we’re not going to let you leave.”
“Why are we here again,” Zayne asked, looking from the redhead to the Romanian.
“It’s Friday night and we’ve had a hard few weeks. Besides, my short stint bartending for that asshole reminded me how much I actually enjoyed it back when I did it to feed myself. So, I thought –”
“You’re gonna hook me up tonight, aren’t you?” Reyes’ vivid green eyes danced in the overhead lighting.
“Yes, I am,” James grinned. “This one too, whether he likes it or not.”
“Until I met the two of you,” Andrej sighed, “I hardly ever drank. But now that I’m dating you both? Now I feel like I’m bordering on having a problem.”
“Never,” Zayne spat out. “We won’t let that happen to you.”
“Agreed.” James pulled Zeklos into another long hug, holding him close. Releasing his grip on his boyfriend, he caught and held Andrej’s gaze. “And you can stop after one if you want, neither of us will care.”
“Although it might be a hell of a lot easier to deal with us if you keep drinking,” Zayne pointed out.
“Shh,” James laughed. “You’re not supposed to tell him that.”
“Right, I forgot. Sorry.”
They followed James into his kitchen, each taking a set at the breakfast bar, settling their backsides onto the round barstool cushions. James moved into the kitchen and stood behind the counter, a myriad of glasses and bottles surrounding him. He brought three mini fishbowl glasses front and center and began pouring varied liquids into them. When they were approximately half full, James handed one to each of his guests, reserving the third for himself.
“What’s this,” Andrej asked, holding the glass out so he could study the orange drink. “It smells like orange juice.”
“That’s because there’s orange juice in it,” Reyes responded after taking a healthy swallow. “And rum.”
James grinned. “It’s a Bayou Punch with rum, coconut rum, orange juice and water.”
“It’s tasty,” Zayne said, holding the squat, round glass up in salute. “And dangerous. The kind of drink you don’t realize is getting you drunk until it’s too late.”
“True story,” James laughed. “Andy, take a sip. Then put it aside if you want.”
Zeklos made a face and lifted the glass to his lips. He took a cautious sip and swirled it around in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. Nodding his head, he took another, larger swig and put the glass down. “Zayne’s right, it is tasty.”
Setting his own half-empty glass on the counter, James agreed with him. “It’s one of my go-to drinks when I want something that’s not a beer, but I’m not in the mood for shots. A nice, happy medium.”
“But a little girly,” Reyes said. “What else do you have in your arsenal?”
Square
“That’s an old fashioned glass,” Zeklos said, pointing at the square-ish set of glasses James pulled from the cupboard.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever had one of those before, have you?” Zayne looked at his partner, waiting.
“No,” Zek replied, “I haven’t. Isn’t there whisky in that, Jay?”
“There is,” he confirmed, “but in an effort to keep us from being absolutely miserable in the morning, there is a rum variation that we’re going to try tonight.”
Zayne swirled what was left of his punch in the glass, swallowing down the last bits of the drink. Tugging on Zeklos’ arm, he pulled his partner close to him, pressing their mouths together for the briefest of moments. “You taste like punch,” Zayne laughed.
“And you’re already getting silly,” Andrej sighed. “This is going to be a difficult night.”
“Not for long,” James assured him. “Once we get a little more alcohol into you, you won’t notice how silly he’s being. Or me either, for that matter.”
James mixed the rum with sugar, lime, and bitters before dropping a few cubes of ice into the mix and handing them over. “There’s a tequila variation as well, but I think jumping from rum to agave nectar might not be the smartest move right now.”
Zayne took his glass from the narco and saluted him with it. “But later,” Reyes insisted. “Tequila will cure what ails you.”
“Or kill you before you know something’s ailing you,” Zeklos muttered. He took a tentative sip of the new drink and swallowed it down.
“What do you think,” James asked, taking a draw off his own glass.
“Not as sweet as the other, but still good. The kind of drink you have with a meal or just after,” Zeklos stated.
“I can agree with that,” Reyes added. “Although, not quite my kind of drink.”
“Fair enough,” James said, reaching for the Texan’s glass.
“Wait a damn minute,” Zayne said, moving his glass away from the grabby bartender. “I never said you could have it back.”
Zeklos began to laugh. “I would think that you’d know by now that taking food or drink away from him was a bad idea. He bites.”
“Yes, I know,” James said. He pulled aside the collar of his shirt to show the purpling bruise from a recent love bite.
“I can give you a matching one, if you want. Just a little higher up on the other side maybe?”
James rolled his eyes. “Keep the marking below my collar, cowboy. The less I have to explain to Jake, the better.”
Jake Hansen was James’ partner and although he was nice enough, there were some things he just didn’t need to know. Considering that homicide and narcotics often relied on each other for shared information, the last thing Andrej wanted was for the entire vice department to know of their odd little relationship. It was difficult enough walking into robbery homicide every morning now that Hilary – and of course, Trish – knew the details of their bit of polyamory. After a brief consensus, they’d all agreed that the less the public knew, the better. For now anyway.
“Who’s up for the next drink?” James held up his nearly empty glass and shook it.
“Bring it on, bartender,” Reyes challenged.
“God help me,” Zeklos muttered.
Coffee
“May we move on from the alcohol now,” Zeklos asked, rubbing a temple.
“Feelin’ it already, are ya baby?” Reyes leaned in and pressed a kiss to the same temple Andrej had been rubbing. “You’re going to hate us both in the morning if that’s the case.”
Andrej flashed him a look. The last time he’d been drunk, he’d made an absolute fool of himself where Reyes was concerned. Granted, there had been drugs involved that neither he nor his partner had known about, but even so, he’d professed his love and kissed the boy. What would happen this time if he allowed himself to drink more than he could handle? Well, the answer to that was obvious, considering the way both of his boyfriends had been looking at him since before the drinking had started, but did he really want to bed them both while inebriated?
Eh, it was bound to happen, he supposed.
“So, no coffee?” A guy could hope, right?
“Irish or Mexican,” James asked, winking at Reyes.
“What’s the difference,” Andrej asked, not sure he wanted to actually know.
“Irish whisky or tequila,” James responded.
“Tequila,” Zayne answered before Zeklos could. “But then, I may be partial to the whole Mexican Coffee thing.”
“Can’t we have English coffee,” Andrej pleaded, even knowing he’d lose this argument in a big way.
“Isn’t that just tea,” Reyes teased. “We’ll get to that later, I’m guessing.”
“You guessed right,” James said. “Long Island, Long Beach –”
“Earl Grey, hot,” Andrej muttered.
“Whatever you say, Jean-Luc,” Reyes teased. “Do you have coffee brewed already, James?”
Rosewood nodded. “I figured we might need a bit of it before the night was over so I set it up before we got started in here.”
“I’d love a cup, minus the alcohol,” Andrej stated.
“Okay, okay,” James laughed, squeezing Andy’s arm across the counter. “Milk or sugar? I can’t remember.”
“Just black,” he responded. He was going to need it as straight up as he could get it. The coffee, anyway. The rest, well, never mind.
“Coming right up,” James said, handing over a cup of virgin black coffee. Pouring two more cups, the redhead added tequila and Kahlua, plus a dollop of whipped cream on top. Handing one over to Reyes, he kept the other for himself, sipping slowly on the hot drink. “Mmm, I haven’t had something like this in a long time.”
“Too damn hot in these parts,” Zayne said.
James nodded. “Indeed. Here Andy, have a sip. Just one and I’ll leave you alone, promise.”
Andrej took the proffered mug and took a small drink. It was hot and burned all the way down his throat, but most of that he contributed to the tequila. Despite being a tad strong, it warmed his belly. “I don’t think I could drink more than one cup of that, but it is good.”
“Too strong for you,” James asked.
“If you think this is strong, he’s obviously never shared that funky Romanian liqueur with you,” Zayne chuckled.
“Yeah, no he’s never owned up to having a secret stash of his own,” James said, poking Andrej in the arm. “All the alcohol I’ve uncovered he’s said was yours.”
Reyes took a drink of his coffee, licking a bit of whipped cream off his bottom lip. “For the most part that’s true. But you’ve gotta look in the cupboard above the stove, that’s where he hides all his contraband.”
“Oh really,” James drawled. “I’m going to have to look the next time I’m over.”
“Can we move on now,” Zeklos said from behind his hands.
“Not quite yet,” Zayne said, sitting his mug down and leaving his chair. Stopping in front of James, he reached up with a thumb and brushed it against his lower lip. “You had a bit of whipped cream on your beard, but I’ve got it now.” He stuck his thumb into his mouth and sucked.
Andrej peeked between his fingers and felt his body flush warm. This time, the alcohol had nothing to do with it. “I thought you were going to shave.”
James pulled his eyes off Reyes’ mouth and focused on Andrej. “You said you liked it, so I kept it.”
“I do,” Zeklos admitted. Then, coughed. “We both do.”
“It’s true,” Zayne added, brushing his palm across a hairy cheek. “Keep it.”
“At least for a while,” Zeklos added, a grin crossing his face. As much as he hated the beard burn he seemed to acquire in various, sensitive spots, he loved the look on his boyfriend. He loved James’ beard nearly as much as he loved Zayne’s five o’clock shadow. Now that was a sexy look on the cowboy. Boots, jeans, flannel and stubble.
Reyes brushed a kiss against James’ lips in agreement. “What he said,” Zayne vocalized on his way back to his seat. “You have any more surprises up your sleeve or do you think we’re drunk enough?”
Laughing, James grinned. “No, I think I have one more thing to share with you before we all fall over.”
“Bring it on, baby. I can take whatever you can give me.”
One copper eyebrow lifted over an ice blue eye. “You might want to rethink what you just said, cowboy, before I take you up on that offer.”
Zeklos groaned and Reyes grinned.
Tea
“What’s next, narco,” Zayne asked, finishing off the last bit of his coffee.
“Can you please not call him that, Zayne?” Andrej gave him a look. “He has a name, not to mention fifteen other more appropriate nicknames you’ve already given him.”
“It’s okay, baby,” James said, waving it away. “It’s not so much what he calls me but more in the way he says it. The word’s lost all of its anger, so I don’t mind so much.”
“What’s next on your menu of destruction,” Andrej asked, changing the subject. He didn’t understand why, but it still bothered him when Zayne referred to Jay as ‘the narco’. Maybe it went back to when the two couldn’t be in the same room together or maybe it was something more. All he did know was that Reyes wasn’t giving up the nickname anytime soon.
“A specialty of mine, the California Iced Tea.” James looked at Reyes and licked his lips. “This one will pretty much do us in so maybe you two should go wait in the living room while I make it? I’d hate for one of us to fall on our asses.”
Reyes watched James’ tongue and exhaled heavily. “I want to watch you make it, but we can drink them out there if you’d like.”
“Good enough,” James set, setting to work on the latest drink. “What about you, Andy? You want to try this last one?”
“No,” he said, “I’ll pass and stick with the coffee. But I’ll have a taste of yours or Zayne’s.”
“You can have a taste of both of us, baby,” Reyes hinted, making Zeklos blush.
Shaking his head, James poured a mixture of alcohols into the glasses, stirring before adding ice and orange juice to top the cups off. Handing one over to Zayne, he inclined his head towards the living room. “Couch or floor?”
Andrej looked between the two of them and suggested, “Floor. So when the two of you fall over, all I have to do is cover you up.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Zayne said, looking at the floor in front of the couch. “Should we move the coffee table?”
“Definitely,” Zeklos muttered. “Really don’t want to explain any injuries to a curious paramedic tonight.”
They each handed their drinks to Zeklos and moved the coffee table so that it sat against the far wall, far out of the way. While his lovers moved furniture, Zeklos stole a small sip of Jay’s drink. Grimacing, he looked at the drink before taking another sip. Not nearly as bad as it was the first time. As a matter of fact, it was nice and potent, just how he liked his drinks. Oh, and his men, too.
“Hey, thanks for holding that,” Zayne said, reaching for his drink. “Did you have a taste yet?”
Zeklos nodded. “It’s good and strong. Like my mother used to say, ‘It’ll put hair on your chest’.”
Reyes gave him a doubtful look as he sipped, then spluttered. “Holy shit, that’s strong.”
“And this from a man who drinks straight tequila,” Andrej teased, finding a spot on the floor somewhere near the middle of the couch. Both Jay and Zayne insisted he sit in the middle whenever they piled together on his couch or even in his bed. Eventually that would have to change, but for now, he was content to let them play the bookend protectors.
“Here,” have a taste, James said, offering his glass to his boyfriend. “I think you might like it.”
The redhead must have missed the conversation he’d had with Zayne, but Andrej took the offered glass all the same. It was getting late and after two cups of coffee, a couple sips of his boys’ drinks couldn’t possibly do much more damage than the two he’d had previously. Or so he hoped.
“All we need is a fire,” Zayne wished.
“You and your fires,” Andrej laughed. “It’s not that cold out and besides, you’re both too drunk to be allowed near a flame.”
“What about you,” James asked.
Although he was certainly feeling right as the rain, thanks to the libations, he had an alternate reason. “I’m not cold.”
“Eh, be that way,” Zayne said, getting up from his spot to Zeklos’ left and sitting down on James’ open side. “I’ll snuggle with him then.”
Yeah, they were both trashed and it was obvious in the way James slung his arm around Zayne’s shoulder and was making cutesy faces at him. Oh well, not like the three of them weren’t already sharing one another’s beds. It might do the two of them some good to have a little alone time. To date, Andy had spent time with the both of them as well as each of them individually. But so far as he knew, Jay and Zayne hadn’t spent any time together without him tucked securely in the middle. Maybe tonight was the night? Stranger things had happened. The fact that he was in a relationship of any sort was proof of that. That he was in two relationships that blurred into one, was beyond his ken. But who was he to argue with fate?
Cocktail
He awoke unaware of where he was and whose chest his head was pillowed on. Rubbing his eyes, Zeklos looked around the room and details came back to him slowly. The watercolor on the far wall. The thick pile carpet beneath his skin. The pale arm draped across his chest. It was apparent they’d fallen asleep in James’ living room.
Scratch that – they’d passed out in James’ living room. God, was he regretting having had so much of that last drink. He’d been unable to stop snitching a sip here, a slurp there and before he knew it, he couldn’t remember anything but sweaty bodies and lots of rug burn. Where had his self-control gone last night? Not to mention his self-respect.
Andrej tried to stretch without disturbing either Jay or Zayne, both still fully asleep and snoring. His muscles ached and the rest of him hummed with satisfaction and a giant, pounding headache. It was going to be one hell of a day, he could tell already.
“Kill me now,” he muttered. Zeklos moved James’ arm off of him and wiggled out from between his two boyfriends. Even though Zayne had made a show of siding with James the night before, somehow Andrej had still wound up in the middle of the pile. Not that he was complaining or anything.
He stood and padded off towards the bathroom in James’ bedroom. It probably wasn’t the place to get caught if one or the other woke up, but at least he’d get a pillow and a mattress beneath him this time if he did. Tossing water on his face, he scrubbed the early morning gunk out of his eyes and gave himself a long look in the mirror. There were scratches and bite marks everywhere and they went well with the dark shadows under his eyes. Good thing they had two more days off, it was going to take at least that long to get the previous night’s cocktails out of his system. As for last night’s cocks, well, he wasn’t likely to ever get that out of his system.
“You have a nice, fat hickey on your ass, too, Zek,” Zayne pointed out with a pinch. “I wish I remembered which one of us gave that to you because it’s the kind of thing you’d claim.”
“The kind of thing you might claim, Zayne,” Andrej said, rolling his eyes. “How are you feeling?”
Reyes shrugged. “Head hurts, but I expected that. “My ass doesn’t hurt though so your boyfriend must’ve decided to leave me alone last night.”
James promised not to push Zayne on that issue until he was certain he was ready, and Andrej doubted Jay would cross that line even as drunk as they both were. Even so, it was nice to know neither of them had attempted to violate the Texan. That could wait until they were all sober and willing. “James wouldn’t ever you giant jerk.”
“Maybe not, but if I can’t tease him, who can I tease? You’d never either, bucko.”
He very well might have a point there. “Are you hungry or is your stomach staging a coup?”
Two strong arms wrapped around his middle, one of Reyes’ thumbs tickling along the sparse line of hair leading upwards from Zeklos’ belly button. “Hungry, horny, hungover, you name it, I’m probably it right now.”
“An alliterating illiterate, who knew?” James’ face appeared in the mirror just above Reyes’. “You two throwing a private party or is the homeowner invited, too?
Zayne met James’ eyes in the mirror and winked. “It wouldn’t be a party without you, would it?”
“I don’t know, don’t you two party whenever I’m working late?”
There was a teasing in their manner that set Andrej at ease, although he knew there was a tiny, lingering bit of jealousy between the two men whenever one had alone time and the other didn’t. It was a work in progress, however, and although they did sometimes get hurt feelings over it all, they’d stopped taking it out on each other. “Can we please have some breakfast before you two decide to play rock, paper, scissors for my love?”
The combined laughter of his boyfriends filled the bathroom, ringing and rebounding off the walls. Zeklos’ head already pounded with the hangover, their loud appreciation of his idiocy wasn’t helping any. “Okay, okay, I know how insane that sounds, but I’m starving. There’s plenty of time for hung over sex once I get some food in my stomach. It’s only Saturday, we have two days before we have to go back to work.”
Pastry
As luck would have it, James had had the foresight to purchase a box of donuts. In a second bout of precaution, he had also hidden the donuts in the pantry where Reyes wouldn’t think to look for them in the middle of the night. James handed over a mug of hot coffee to go with the delightful assortment of pastries.
Zeklos accepted his cup warily. “There’s nothing but coffee in here, right?”
“The only thing to cure a hangover baby,” Zayne said from beside him, “is a little hair of the dog.”
“I’d rather have hair from an actual dog than more alcohol right now.” He wasn’t sure if he’d survive the day if he had anything stronger than a ginger ale.
“Boy Scout’s honor,” James chuckled, taking the empty seat on the other side of Andrej. “Nothing more than coffee, sugar, and cream in these cups.”
“Until tonight,” Reyes mumbled.
James reached around Zeklos’ back and poked Zayne in the shoulder. “He’s not supposed to know that, remember?”
“Ohhh,” Zayne said, eyes wide. “Right, I forgot.”
“I’m going to go home and leave him stranded here with you,” Andrej threatened James.
“I could spend the night with him,” Reyes said, giving the redhead a suggestive once over.
“Your virginity might not survive another liquor soaked night, my love,” Zeklos said, giving Reyes a pointed look.
Zayne opened his mouth to argue and James stuffed a donut inside it. “Chew and don’t speak. Anything you say can and will be held against you later. Just saying.”
“You two are awful,” Andrej reminded them for what felt like the millionth time since they’d all found some common ground. Seeing the two of them goofing off and playing around like they’d been friends for years warmed Zeklos’ heart and stirred things low in his belly. He licked a bit of icing off his fingers and sighed. He was officially in love with two of the biggest children he’d ever met and oddly enough, he wouldn’t change a damn thing. Except maybe the amount of clothing they were all wearing because it was suddenly getting really warm in the room.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A high amount of alcohol consumption including the mixing of liquors. Hangovers are expected and no, I know better than to do this in real life. Just FYI.
Word Count: 4,035
Summary: James has the boys over for a few drinks and things get out of hand. Because of course they do.
Author’s Notes: Written for the end of the year drabble challenge at
1_million_words. I was on the fence about how smutty this was going to get but, since my entire family is home this weekend, I kept it to a bare minimum. Besides, I have a wonderfully spectacular suggestion from someone that I plan on starting soon.Round
Andrej held the door open and allowed Zayne to enter ahead of him. Following his partner into the living room, he scanned the area until his eyes landed on James, sprawled in his favorite chair, waiting for them to arrive.
“It’s about time,” he said, rising from his chair to embrace each newcomer in a tight hug. Andy first, then Zayne. “You said you’d be here ten minutes ago.”
“I had a hard time convincing Zayne to tag along with me,” Andrej said, pointing a thumb at his partner.
Reyes made a face. “Sorry, it just felt weird coming here rather than at Zek’s place like usual. The whole third wheel thing and all.”
“Understood,” James said, slapping a hand against Zayne’s back. “But you’re here now, cowboy and we’re not going to let you leave.”
“Why are we here again,” Zayne asked, looking from the redhead to the Romanian.
“It’s Friday night and we’ve had a hard few weeks. Besides, my short stint bartending for that asshole reminded me how much I actually enjoyed it back when I did it to feed myself. So, I thought –”
“You’re gonna hook me up tonight, aren’t you?” Reyes’ vivid green eyes danced in the overhead lighting.
“Yes, I am,” James grinned. “This one too, whether he likes it or not.”
“Until I met the two of you,” Andrej sighed, “I hardly ever drank. But now that I’m dating you both? Now I feel like I’m bordering on having a problem.”
“Never,” Zayne spat out. “We won’t let that happen to you.”
“Agreed.” James pulled Zeklos into another long hug, holding him close. Releasing his grip on his boyfriend, he caught and held Andrej’s gaze. “And you can stop after one if you want, neither of us will care.”
“Although it might be a hell of a lot easier to deal with us if you keep drinking,” Zayne pointed out.
“Shh,” James laughed. “You’re not supposed to tell him that.”
“Right, I forgot. Sorry.”
They followed James into his kitchen, each taking a set at the breakfast bar, settling their backsides onto the round barstool cushions. James moved into the kitchen and stood behind the counter, a myriad of glasses and bottles surrounding him. He brought three mini fishbowl glasses front and center and began pouring varied liquids into them. When they were approximately half full, James handed one to each of his guests, reserving the third for himself.
“What’s this,” Andrej asked, holding the glass out so he could study the orange drink. “It smells like orange juice.”
“That’s because there’s orange juice in it,” Reyes responded after taking a healthy swallow. “And rum.”
James grinned. “It’s a Bayou Punch with rum, coconut rum, orange juice and water.”
“It’s tasty,” Zayne said, holding the squat, round glass up in salute. “And dangerous. The kind of drink you don’t realize is getting you drunk until it’s too late.”
“True story,” James laughed. “Andy, take a sip. Then put it aside if you want.”
Zeklos made a face and lifted the glass to his lips. He took a cautious sip and swirled it around in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. Nodding his head, he took another, larger swig and put the glass down. “Zayne’s right, it is tasty.”
Setting his own half-empty glass on the counter, James agreed with him. “It’s one of my go-to drinks when I want something that’s not a beer, but I’m not in the mood for shots. A nice, happy medium.”
“But a little girly,” Reyes said. “What else do you have in your arsenal?”
Square
“That’s an old fashioned glass,” Zeklos said, pointing at the square-ish set of glasses James pulled from the cupboard.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever had one of those before, have you?” Zayne looked at his partner, waiting.
“No,” Zek replied, “I haven’t. Isn’t there whisky in that, Jay?”
“There is,” he confirmed, “but in an effort to keep us from being absolutely miserable in the morning, there is a rum variation that we’re going to try tonight.”
Zayne swirled what was left of his punch in the glass, swallowing down the last bits of the drink. Tugging on Zeklos’ arm, he pulled his partner close to him, pressing their mouths together for the briefest of moments. “You taste like punch,” Zayne laughed.
“And you’re already getting silly,” Andrej sighed. “This is going to be a difficult night.”
“Not for long,” James assured him. “Once we get a little more alcohol into you, you won’t notice how silly he’s being. Or me either, for that matter.”
James mixed the rum with sugar, lime, and bitters before dropping a few cubes of ice into the mix and handing them over. “There’s a tequila variation as well, but I think jumping from rum to agave nectar might not be the smartest move right now.”
Zayne took his glass from the narco and saluted him with it. “But later,” Reyes insisted. “Tequila will cure what ails you.”
“Or kill you before you know something’s ailing you,” Zeklos muttered. He took a tentative sip of the new drink and swallowed it down.
“What do you think,” James asked, taking a draw off his own glass.
“Not as sweet as the other, but still good. The kind of drink you have with a meal or just after,” Zeklos stated.
“I can agree with that,” Reyes added. “Although, not quite my kind of drink.”
“Fair enough,” James said, reaching for the Texan’s glass.
“Wait a damn minute,” Zayne said, moving his glass away from the grabby bartender. “I never said you could have it back.”
Zeklos began to laugh. “I would think that you’d know by now that taking food or drink away from him was a bad idea. He bites.”
“Yes, I know,” James said. He pulled aside the collar of his shirt to show the purpling bruise from a recent love bite.
“I can give you a matching one, if you want. Just a little higher up on the other side maybe?”
James rolled his eyes. “Keep the marking below my collar, cowboy. The less I have to explain to Jake, the better.”
Jake Hansen was James’ partner and although he was nice enough, there were some things he just didn’t need to know. Considering that homicide and narcotics often relied on each other for shared information, the last thing Andrej wanted was for the entire vice department to know of their odd little relationship. It was difficult enough walking into robbery homicide every morning now that Hilary – and of course, Trish – knew the details of their bit of polyamory. After a brief consensus, they’d all agreed that the less the public knew, the better. For now anyway.
“Who’s up for the next drink?” James held up his nearly empty glass and shook it.
“Bring it on, bartender,” Reyes challenged.
“God help me,” Zeklos muttered.
Coffee
“May we move on from the alcohol now,” Zeklos asked, rubbing a temple.
“Feelin’ it already, are ya baby?” Reyes leaned in and pressed a kiss to the same temple Andrej had been rubbing. “You’re going to hate us both in the morning if that’s the case.”
Andrej flashed him a look. The last time he’d been drunk, he’d made an absolute fool of himself where Reyes was concerned. Granted, there had been drugs involved that neither he nor his partner had known about, but even so, he’d professed his love and kissed the boy. What would happen this time if he allowed himself to drink more than he could handle? Well, the answer to that was obvious, considering the way both of his boyfriends had been looking at him since before the drinking had started, but did he really want to bed them both while inebriated?
Eh, it was bound to happen, he supposed.
“So, no coffee?” A guy could hope, right?
“Irish or Mexican,” James asked, winking at Reyes.
“What’s the difference,” Andrej asked, not sure he wanted to actually know.
“Irish whisky or tequila,” James responded.
“Tequila,” Zayne answered before Zeklos could. “But then, I may be partial to the whole Mexican Coffee thing.”
“Can’t we have English coffee,” Andrej pleaded, even knowing he’d lose this argument in a big way.
“Isn’t that just tea,” Reyes teased. “We’ll get to that later, I’m guessing.”
“You guessed right,” James said. “Long Island, Long Beach –”
“Earl Grey, hot,” Andrej muttered.
“Whatever you say, Jean-Luc,” Reyes teased. “Do you have coffee brewed already, James?”
Rosewood nodded. “I figured we might need a bit of it before the night was over so I set it up before we got started in here.”
“I’d love a cup, minus the alcohol,” Andrej stated.
“Okay, okay,” James laughed, squeezing Andy’s arm across the counter. “Milk or sugar? I can’t remember.”
“Just black,” he responded. He was going to need it as straight up as he could get it. The coffee, anyway. The rest, well, never mind.
“Coming right up,” James said, handing over a cup of virgin black coffee. Pouring two more cups, the redhead added tequila and Kahlua, plus a dollop of whipped cream on top. Handing one over to Reyes, he kept the other for himself, sipping slowly on the hot drink. “Mmm, I haven’t had something like this in a long time.”
“Too damn hot in these parts,” Zayne said.
James nodded. “Indeed. Here Andy, have a sip. Just one and I’ll leave you alone, promise.”
Andrej took the proffered mug and took a small drink. It was hot and burned all the way down his throat, but most of that he contributed to the tequila. Despite being a tad strong, it warmed his belly. “I don’t think I could drink more than one cup of that, but it is good.”
“Too strong for you,” James asked.
“If you think this is strong, he’s obviously never shared that funky Romanian liqueur with you,” Zayne chuckled.
“Yeah, no he’s never owned up to having a secret stash of his own,” James said, poking Andrej in the arm. “All the alcohol I’ve uncovered he’s said was yours.”
Reyes took a drink of his coffee, licking a bit of whipped cream off his bottom lip. “For the most part that’s true. But you’ve gotta look in the cupboard above the stove, that’s where he hides all his contraband.”
“Oh really,” James drawled. “I’m going to have to look the next time I’m over.”
“Can we move on now,” Zeklos said from behind his hands.
“Not quite yet,” Zayne said, sitting his mug down and leaving his chair. Stopping in front of James, he reached up with a thumb and brushed it against his lower lip. “You had a bit of whipped cream on your beard, but I’ve got it now.” He stuck his thumb into his mouth and sucked.
Andrej peeked between his fingers and felt his body flush warm. This time, the alcohol had nothing to do with it. “I thought you were going to shave.”
James pulled his eyes off Reyes’ mouth and focused on Andrej. “You said you liked it, so I kept it.”
“I do,” Zeklos admitted. Then, coughed. “We both do.”
“It’s true,” Zayne added, brushing his palm across a hairy cheek. “Keep it.”
“At least for a while,” Zeklos added, a grin crossing his face. As much as he hated the beard burn he seemed to acquire in various, sensitive spots, he loved the look on his boyfriend. He loved James’ beard nearly as much as he loved Zayne’s five o’clock shadow. Now that was a sexy look on the cowboy. Boots, jeans, flannel and stubble.
Reyes brushed a kiss against James’ lips in agreement. “What he said,” Zayne vocalized on his way back to his seat. “You have any more surprises up your sleeve or do you think we’re drunk enough?”
Laughing, James grinned. “No, I think I have one more thing to share with you before we all fall over.”
“Bring it on, baby. I can take whatever you can give me.”
One copper eyebrow lifted over an ice blue eye. “You might want to rethink what you just said, cowboy, before I take you up on that offer.”
Zeklos groaned and Reyes grinned.
Tea
“What’s next, narco,” Zayne asked, finishing off the last bit of his coffee.
“Can you please not call him that, Zayne?” Andrej gave him a look. “He has a name, not to mention fifteen other more appropriate nicknames you’ve already given him.”
“It’s okay, baby,” James said, waving it away. “It’s not so much what he calls me but more in the way he says it. The word’s lost all of its anger, so I don’t mind so much.”
“What’s next on your menu of destruction,” Andrej asked, changing the subject. He didn’t understand why, but it still bothered him when Zayne referred to Jay as ‘the narco’. Maybe it went back to when the two couldn’t be in the same room together or maybe it was something more. All he did know was that Reyes wasn’t giving up the nickname anytime soon.
“A specialty of mine, the California Iced Tea.” James looked at Reyes and licked his lips. “This one will pretty much do us in so maybe you two should go wait in the living room while I make it? I’d hate for one of us to fall on our asses.”
Reyes watched James’ tongue and exhaled heavily. “I want to watch you make it, but we can drink them out there if you’d like.”
“Good enough,” James set, setting to work on the latest drink. “What about you, Andy? You want to try this last one?”
“No,” he said, “I’ll pass and stick with the coffee. But I’ll have a taste of yours or Zayne’s.”
“You can have a taste of both of us, baby,” Reyes hinted, making Zeklos blush.
Shaking his head, James poured a mixture of alcohols into the glasses, stirring before adding ice and orange juice to top the cups off. Handing one over to Zayne, he inclined his head towards the living room. “Couch or floor?”
Andrej looked between the two of them and suggested, “Floor. So when the two of you fall over, all I have to do is cover you up.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Zayne said, looking at the floor in front of the couch. “Should we move the coffee table?”
“Definitely,” Zeklos muttered. “Really don’t want to explain any injuries to a curious paramedic tonight.”
They each handed their drinks to Zeklos and moved the coffee table so that it sat against the far wall, far out of the way. While his lovers moved furniture, Zeklos stole a small sip of Jay’s drink. Grimacing, he looked at the drink before taking another sip. Not nearly as bad as it was the first time. As a matter of fact, it was nice and potent, just how he liked his drinks. Oh, and his men, too.
“Hey, thanks for holding that,” Zayne said, reaching for his drink. “Did you have a taste yet?”
Zeklos nodded. “It’s good and strong. Like my mother used to say, ‘It’ll put hair on your chest’.”
Reyes gave him a doubtful look as he sipped, then spluttered. “Holy shit, that’s strong.”
“And this from a man who drinks straight tequila,” Andrej teased, finding a spot on the floor somewhere near the middle of the couch. Both Jay and Zayne insisted he sit in the middle whenever they piled together on his couch or even in his bed. Eventually that would have to change, but for now, he was content to let them play the bookend protectors.
“Here,” have a taste, James said, offering his glass to his boyfriend. “I think you might like it.”
The redhead must have missed the conversation he’d had with Zayne, but Andrej took the offered glass all the same. It was getting late and after two cups of coffee, a couple sips of his boys’ drinks couldn’t possibly do much more damage than the two he’d had previously. Or so he hoped.
“All we need is a fire,” Zayne wished.
“You and your fires,” Andrej laughed. “It’s not that cold out and besides, you’re both too drunk to be allowed near a flame.”
“What about you,” James asked.
Although he was certainly feeling right as the rain, thanks to the libations, he had an alternate reason. “I’m not cold.”
“Eh, be that way,” Zayne said, getting up from his spot to Zeklos’ left and sitting down on James’ open side. “I’ll snuggle with him then.”
Yeah, they were both trashed and it was obvious in the way James slung his arm around Zayne’s shoulder and was making cutesy faces at him. Oh well, not like the three of them weren’t already sharing one another’s beds. It might do the two of them some good to have a little alone time. To date, Andy had spent time with the both of them as well as each of them individually. But so far as he knew, Jay and Zayne hadn’t spent any time together without him tucked securely in the middle. Maybe tonight was the night? Stranger things had happened. The fact that he was in a relationship of any sort was proof of that. That he was in two relationships that blurred into one, was beyond his ken. But who was he to argue with fate?
Cocktail
He awoke unaware of where he was and whose chest his head was pillowed on. Rubbing his eyes, Zeklos looked around the room and details came back to him slowly. The watercolor on the far wall. The thick pile carpet beneath his skin. The pale arm draped across his chest. It was apparent they’d fallen asleep in James’ living room.
Scratch that – they’d passed out in James’ living room. God, was he regretting having had so much of that last drink. He’d been unable to stop snitching a sip here, a slurp there and before he knew it, he couldn’t remember anything but sweaty bodies and lots of rug burn. Where had his self-control gone last night? Not to mention his self-respect.
Andrej tried to stretch without disturbing either Jay or Zayne, both still fully asleep and snoring. His muscles ached and the rest of him hummed with satisfaction and a giant, pounding headache. It was going to be one hell of a day, he could tell already.
“Kill me now,” he muttered. Zeklos moved James’ arm off of him and wiggled out from between his two boyfriends. Even though Zayne had made a show of siding with James the night before, somehow Andrej had still wound up in the middle of the pile. Not that he was complaining or anything.
He stood and padded off towards the bathroom in James’ bedroom. It probably wasn’t the place to get caught if one or the other woke up, but at least he’d get a pillow and a mattress beneath him this time if he did. Tossing water on his face, he scrubbed the early morning gunk out of his eyes and gave himself a long look in the mirror. There were scratches and bite marks everywhere and they went well with the dark shadows under his eyes. Good thing they had two more days off, it was going to take at least that long to get the previous night’s cocktails out of his system. As for last night’s cocks, well, he wasn’t likely to ever get that out of his system.
“You have a nice, fat hickey on your ass, too, Zek,” Zayne pointed out with a pinch. “I wish I remembered which one of us gave that to you because it’s the kind of thing you’d claim.”
“The kind of thing you might claim, Zayne,” Andrej said, rolling his eyes. “How are you feeling?”
Reyes shrugged. “Head hurts, but I expected that. “My ass doesn’t hurt though so your boyfriend must’ve decided to leave me alone last night.”
James promised not to push Zayne on that issue until he was certain he was ready, and Andrej doubted Jay would cross that line even as drunk as they both were. Even so, it was nice to know neither of them had attempted to violate the Texan. That could wait until they were all sober and willing. “James wouldn’t ever you giant jerk.”
“Maybe not, but if I can’t tease him, who can I tease? You’d never either, bucko.”
He very well might have a point there. “Are you hungry or is your stomach staging a coup?”
Two strong arms wrapped around his middle, one of Reyes’ thumbs tickling along the sparse line of hair leading upwards from Zeklos’ belly button. “Hungry, horny, hungover, you name it, I’m probably it right now.”
“An alliterating illiterate, who knew?” James’ face appeared in the mirror just above Reyes’. “You two throwing a private party or is the homeowner invited, too?
Zayne met James’ eyes in the mirror and winked. “It wouldn’t be a party without you, would it?”
“I don’t know, don’t you two party whenever I’m working late?”
There was a teasing in their manner that set Andrej at ease, although he knew there was a tiny, lingering bit of jealousy between the two men whenever one had alone time and the other didn’t. It was a work in progress, however, and although they did sometimes get hurt feelings over it all, they’d stopped taking it out on each other. “Can we please have some breakfast before you two decide to play rock, paper, scissors for my love?”
The combined laughter of his boyfriends filled the bathroom, ringing and rebounding off the walls. Zeklos’ head already pounded with the hangover, their loud appreciation of his idiocy wasn’t helping any. “Okay, okay, I know how insane that sounds, but I’m starving. There’s plenty of time for hung over sex once I get some food in my stomach. It’s only Saturday, we have two days before we have to go back to work.”
Pastry
As luck would have it, James had had the foresight to purchase a box of donuts. In a second bout of precaution, he had also hidden the donuts in the pantry where Reyes wouldn’t think to look for them in the middle of the night. James handed over a mug of hot coffee to go with the delightful assortment of pastries.
Zeklos accepted his cup warily. “There’s nothing but coffee in here, right?”
“The only thing to cure a hangover baby,” Zayne said from beside him, “is a little hair of the dog.”
“I’d rather have hair from an actual dog than more alcohol right now.” He wasn’t sure if he’d survive the day if he had anything stronger than a ginger ale.
“Boy Scout’s honor,” James chuckled, taking the empty seat on the other side of Andrej. “Nothing more than coffee, sugar, and cream in these cups.”
“Until tonight,” Reyes mumbled.
James reached around Zeklos’ back and poked Zayne in the shoulder. “He’s not supposed to know that, remember?”
“Ohhh,” Zayne said, eyes wide. “Right, I forgot.”
“I’m going to go home and leave him stranded here with you,” Andrej threatened James.
“I could spend the night with him,” Reyes said, giving the redhead a suggestive once over.
“Your virginity might not survive another liquor soaked night, my love,” Zeklos said, giving Reyes a pointed look.
Zayne opened his mouth to argue and James stuffed a donut inside it. “Chew and don’t speak. Anything you say can and will be held against you later. Just saying.”
“You two are awful,” Andrej reminded them for what felt like the millionth time since they’d all found some common ground. Seeing the two of them goofing off and playing around like they’d been friends for years warmed Zeklos’ heart and stirred things low in his belly. He licked a bit of icing off his fingers and sighed. He was officially in love with two of the biggest children he’d ever met and oddly enough, he wouldn’t change a damn thing. Except maybe the amount of clothing they were all wearing because it was suddenly getting really warm in the room.
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Date: 2016-01-03 06:59 pm (UTC)I have a ginger project to complete this month as well.
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Date: 2016-01-03 07:08 pm (UTC)Mmm... sounds yummy to me, but then, I'm rather partial to redheads.