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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Twenty Ounces
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13 for some suggestive behavior
Word Count: 629
Summary: Reyes offers to buy drinks on a hot day.
Author’s Note: Written for the numbers challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. The prompt was 20.
“You want some coffee, Zek?” Reyes leaned in through the passenger window of his partner’s car, waiting. “Something cold and refreshing?”
Zeklos’ blue eyes looked back at him through the interior of the car. “Tea. Iced, green, unsweet please.”
“Big, small, somewhere in the middle?” He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
The hint of a smile touched the corners of Zeklos’ mouth. “I’m not so sure I can handle anything larger than a small, Zayne.”
Opening his mouth to give his partner-turned-lover a suggestive reply, Zayne suddenly realized he wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or an insult. He shut his mouth and frowned at Zeklos. “Why are you always so mean to me?”
“Because sometimes you ask for it,” Andrej grinned. “Go, get our drinks so we can get back to work.” The ‘so I can roll up this window and return to being cool’ was left unsaid.
Shrugging it off, Reyes sauntered into the coffee shop and ordered an iced green tea – without any of the good stuff – along with a sweetened iced coffee concoction, complete with hazelnut syrup and whipped cream. He knew it was a frilly, girly type drink but Zayne didn’t give a damn. He liked his coffee the way he liked his lovers – sweet, rich, and little whipped cream never hurt.
The Romanian must’ve seen him leave the coffee shop because he rolled down his window and accepted the giant plastic cup of green tea. Confusion swirled across his pretty face, setting into a frown on his lips. “I thought I requested a small tea, Zayne.”
Reyes made his way around to his side of the car and settled himself inside. Slipping his own overly large cup into the holder, he buckled himself into the seat. “I didn’t know when we might have a chance to stop again, so I went a little larger than usual.”
Andrej stared at the cup for a long moment before sitting it in the cup holder beside Zayne’s drink. “It’s too much, but thank you.”
“It’s not that big,” he defended. “I only got you the venti – that’s twenty ounces of that green crap you call a drink.”
Eyeing the drink towering over his own, Zeklos raised his gaze. “And exactly how large does that make yours, Zayne?”
He tried so hard to keep the dirty chuckle and naughty smirk under control, but in the end, his hormones got the better of him and he couldn’t resist. “Just large enough to get the job done, baby,” he laughed.
Muttering something unintelligible, Zeklos started the car and pulled out of the parking spot. “Next time,” he said, giving a quick glance in his partner’s direction, “I’m going for drinks and you can stay in the car.”
Reyes leaned back in his seat and grinned. He could live with that because it would be well worth whatever payback Zeklos gave him later. Maybe even in the backseat of this very car. Nah, he thought, almost laughing out loud at the absurdity of the notion. Zek kept his car nearly as pristinely as he did his home. There’s no way he’d go for a sweaty romp on that perfect leather. But there always was that little used conference room on the fourth floor. The one with the broken camera and door that stuck.
“Why are you laughing,” Zeklos asked, giving him a confused look.
“I was laughing?” Yeah, he had been, he was sure of it. “No reason, baby. Just keep driving. I think the street you need is just past the next light. Oh yeah, he really needed to focus, but now wasn’t the time. He’d put a lid on it when they stopped at the home of the witness and not one damn second before.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13 for some suggestive behavior
Word Count: 629
Summary: Reyes offers to buy drinks on a hot day.
Author’s Note: Written for the numbers challenge at
1_million_words. The prompt was 20.“You want some coffee, Zek?” Reyes leaned in through the passenger window of his partner’s car, waiting. “Something cold and refreshing?”
Zeklos’ blue eyes looked back at him through the interior of the car. “Tea. Iced, green, unsweet please.”
“Big, small, somewhere in the middle?” He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
The hint of a smile touched the corners of Zeklos’ mouth. “I’m not so sure I can handle anything larger than a small, Zayne.”
Opening his mouth to give his partner-turned-lover a suggestive reply, Zayne suddenly realized he wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or an insult. He shut his mouth and frowned at Zeklos. “Why are you always so mean to me?”
“Because sometimes you ask for it,” Andrej grinned. “Go, get our drinks so we can get back to work.” The ‘so I can roll up this window and return to being cool’ was left unsaid.
Shrugging it off, Reyes sauntered into the coffee shop and ordered an iced green tea – without any of the good stuff – along with a sweetened iced coffee concoction, complete with hazelnut syrup and whipped cream. He knew it was a frilly, girly type drink but Zayne didn’t give a damn. He liked his coffee the way he liked his lovers – sweet, rich, and little whipped cream never hurt.
The Romanian must’ve seen him leave the coffee shop because he rolled down his window and accepted the giant plastic cup of green tea. Confusion swirled across his pretty face, setting into a frown on his lips. “I thought I requested a small tea, Zayne.”
Reyes made his way around to his side of the car and settled himself inside. Slipping his own overly large cup into the holder, he buckled himself into the seat. “I didn’t know when we might have a chance to stop again, so I went a little larger than usual.”
Andrej stared at the cup for a long moment before sitting it in the cup holder beside Zayne’s drink. “It’s too much, but thank you.”
“It’s not that big,” he defended. “I only got you the venti – that’s twenty ounces of that green crap you call a drink.”
Eyeing the drink towering over his own, Zeklos raised his gaze. “And exactly how large does that make yours, Zayne?”
He tried so hard to keep the dirty chuckle and naughty smirk under control, but in the end, his hormones got the better of him and he couldn’t resist. “Just large enough to get the job done, baby,” he laughed.
Muttering something unintelligible, Zeklos started the car and pulled out of the parking spot. “Next time,” he said, giving a quick glance in his partner’s direction, “I’m going for drinks and you can stay in the car.”
Reyes leaned back in his seat and grinned. He could live with that because it would be well worth whatever payback Zeklos gave him later. Maybe even in the backseat of this very car. Nah, he thought, almost laughing out loud at the absurdity of the notion. Zek kept his car nearly as pristinely as he did his home. There’s no way he’d go for a sweaty romp on that perfect leather. But there always was that little used conference room on the fourth floor. The one with the broken camera and door that stuck.
“Why are you laughing,” Zeklos asked, giving him a confused look.
“I was laughing?” Yeah, he had been, he was sure of it. “No reason, baby. Just keep driving. I think the street you need is just past the next light. Oh yeah, he really needed to focus, but now wasn’t the time. He’d put a lid on it when they stopped at the home of the witness and not one damn second before.
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Date: 2016-01-13 10:11 pm (UTC)Beautiful work, my dear! ;-)
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Date: 2016-01-13 10:16 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! I'm having a lot of fun with these guys suddenly... it seems to be all I'm writing!
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Date: 2016-01-13 10:45 pm (UTC)Keep writing! ;-)
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Date: 2016-01-13 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-14 07:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-14 05:05 pm (UTC)But seriously, thank you! :)