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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: One Ride in Vegas Chapter 10
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17-ish
Word Count: 1,948
Summary: The boys return home and find the unexpected.
Author’s Note: Finally, the last chapter in my September bingo challenge for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. This also encompasses my final prompt: make up. Thank you to those who have stuck it out during this one. I have no idea what’s coming next, but you’ll know as soon as I do, promise.
Continued from here.
“Do you think he’ll still be awake,” James asked, closing the door into Andrej’s house behind him.
Zayne turned and shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” He dropped his bag on the floor beside the couch. “Are you going to stay or were you planning on heading home?” If asked, Zayne wasn’t entirely sure which option he’d prefer, but he was relatively certain that he’d be fine with whatever choice the ginger made.
The redhead shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at his feet. It was unlike James to show any kind of insecurity and that worried Reyes. Lifting his head, James caught and held Zayne’s gaze. “I was hoping you and Andy would let me stay.”
Reyes blinked. “Why wouldn’t we? I mean, if I wanted to be honest – which, let’s be real, isn’t something I’m very good at – he was your boyfriend first, even if he was my partner long before that.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, James gave Zayne a long, assessing look. “You mean other than the fact you can be extremely possessive of Andy and his free time? Have you forgotten all the bullshit you gave me when I was just trying to get a date?”
Yeah, well, there was that. But he hadn’t known the narco back then, either, and Zayne wasn’t about to trust his partner to anyone who came looking. “How much of an asshole was I?”
“Was, cowboy?” Rosewood gave him a flirty wink, softening the blow. “Seriously though, I must’ve asked Andy a hundred times whether he was sure you were straight because honestly? You acted like the jealous ex-boyfriend anytime I even thought about coming around.”
The narco was right about that, too. He’d heard Rosewood teasing Zeklos about it on a couple occasions and the girls never hesitated to rub in the fact that he’d gotten a little possessive of Zek during the early stages of his relationship with James. Throughout it all, Zayne hadn’t even noticed the change in his behavior. Somehow, Zeklos had always been his and his alone. Learning to share him with someone had been a difficult transition to make. “Yeah, I don’t know what was wrong with me. I’d apologize, but I think we’re way past that now.”
“Pretty much,” James agreed, slipping an arm around Zayne’s waist. “Besides, now I know what kind of fuckery to expect out of you so not much surprises me. Let’s go wake Andy up and let him know we’re home.”
Home. That word kept coming back to him and each time it did, it sounded better and better. “I bet he’s not even asleep, he’s probably too wound up to do anything but walk the damn bedroom floor.”
xx
Zayne had been wrong. God, had he ever been wrong.
“What the actual fuck is going on in here,” Reyes whispered to James, looking at his partner, boyfriend, and lover sandwiched between two women.
“I – I have no idea,” James stammered, shaking his head and then looking back at the bed in disbelief.
Zeklos was sprawled on his back in the middle of the bed, one of Zayne’s old t-shirts covering his upper body. A familiar head of red hair was using the left side of Andrej’s chest as a pillow while a brunette was curled into his right. The television was turned to Lifetime and some corny, cheesy romantic comedy was playing out on the flickering screen. There were a handful of books and magazines scattered around the bedroom, covering the foot of the bed and any other flat surface they could find.
Reyes reached for the nearest book and frowned. “One Thousand Unique Names for Baby,” he read. Opening it to the bookmarked page, he scanned until he hit a highlighted name. “Andre, from the Greek meaning ‘manly’ or ‘strong’. French form of Andrew.” He glanced at Zeklos in the bed and grinned.
“Don’t you even go looking up my name, cowboy,” James threatened.
“Does that mean you don’t want to know how accurately my parents named me? Because they were spot on,” he teased, setting the book back where he’d found it.
“I’m not even mildly curious,” Rosewood laughed. “But what the hell happened while we were gone? And what’s with the books and pregnancy magazines? I feel like we’re missing out on something important.”
That was an understatement. “What do you think we should do,” Reyes asked, surveying the bizarre scene in front of them. “We could go crash in my room or…” He let the sentence trail off, hoping the narco would figure out where he was headed.
“Or,” James chuckled, “we could join them and ask as soon as one of them wakes up.”
“And there’s the best idea I’ve heard all evening,” Zayne said, reaching down and tugging at a boot. “I’ll sleep beside Hil, because she’s less likely to beat the crap out of me in the morning.”
“You think that redheaded she-devil won’t have a similar reaction to me,” James asked, looking more serious than Zayne would have guessed.
“Eh, she’s not so tough,” Reyes lied. “Besides, Andy’s here, too, and he’s an expert at calming all of us down, no matter how agitated we get. You’ll be fine.”
xx
He could smell Trish’s pineapple scented shampoo tickling his nose. It was such a pleasant and comforting thing to wake up to in the morning. She was soft and warm against him, too, and it made him realize why many men must prefer the company of women. Although he much preferred a hard body and unshaven jaw to what lay on either side of him, Zeklos could appreciate the benefits of the other as well.
As his vision cleared and the sleepiness left his body, he noticed two pale skinned hands resting on his body, one a bit less delicate and much hairier than the other. Andrej squeezed his eyes closed for a long moment before reopening them. Nope, they were both still there. Lifting his torso as much as he could without disturbing Trish, he glanced behind her. “James,” he laughed. “I should have known.”
Curious, he looked to his right, past the slumbering brunette, and found his favorite cowboy contentedly snoozing away. They’d both made it home, which was a relief, and they seemed healthy and unbroken. That was a definite plus. But there were entirely too many people in his bed, a rare occurrence for him these days. It was funny how he’d gone from no one sharing his bed to too many. Lowering his head onto his pillow, Andrej allowed himself a small smile. Too many people or not, both Jay and Zayne had returned to him.
“Are you awake,” James muttered.
“Yes,” Andrej replied. “I’d kiss you but I’m caught in the middle of a pile of bodies.”
“More so than usual, too,” Zayne added, voice heavy with sleepy amusement. “What the hell happened here last night?”
“A wild orgy,” Hilary interjected before snuggling closer into Zeklos’ side.
Andrej could feel Trish’s body shaking with repressed laughter. “That would have taken some interesting logistics,” she cackled.
“Since we are all awake,” Zeklos ventured, “do you think you two could give me a bit of space?”
“I’ll do you one better,” Trish offered, giving Zeklos a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll get up so you and this other redhead can get a little closer.”
“Good idea,” Hilary said, patting Zayne’s head affectionately. “We can go get some breakfast while they do… well, whatever it is the three of them do.”
“We have wild orgies,” Zayne said, pinching Maxwell’s ass as she scooted past him. “Duh.”
“Somehow, I don’t doubt that, if you’re involved, Zayne,” Trish said. “Where are our clothes, Andy?”
His eyes moved from James’ handsome face to the two women wearing nothing but oversized t-shirts. He’d forgotten that he’d given them each something to sleep in the night before. Truthfully, he hadn’t wanted to, but they both refused to leave him alone after his erratic behavior during the week. In the end, he’d been happy for their company, as odd as it had been. “In the laundry room,” he said. “Most likely still in the dryer.”
The girls disappeared in search of their clothes. Leaving him alone with his boyfriends. Zayne took advantage of their absence by closing in on Andrej and pulling him into a long, wet kiss. “Are you happy we’re home?”
“Yes,” he said, accepting an equally happy kiss from James. “I was worried about both of you.”
“So you’re not pissed anymore?” Zayne pressed his lips to Zeklos’ chin, his neck.
“No,” he squeaked, giving in to the hands exploring his body, the lips tasting his skin. “Absolutely not.”
He leaned back into James’ solid body, reveling in the scrape of stubble on his cheek, the fluttering of fingers along his abdomen. Two mouths traveled across his exposed skin, four hands fumbled with his clothes, and he was finally at peace.
“Damn,” Trish whispered from the doorway. “I was going to say goodbye but I doubt they’d hear me.”
“God, that’s hot though, don’t you think,” Hilary asked. “Where’s my phone?”
“Hey,” Trish squealed, ducking the pillow James threw at her. “Watch it narco.”
“Go get us some damn donuts woman,” Zayne hollered back. “We’re gonna need them when we’re done.”
“Call someone who cares, asshole,” Hilary laughed, backing out of the room. “Come on, Rollins, let’s leave them alone and go find some food.”
“Don’t forget the donuts,” Zayne yelled after them.
“To hell with the donuts,” James laughed, reaching a hand between Andy and the cowboy. “We’ve got all we need right here.”
Pushing all thoughts of the girls, breakfast, and getting out of bed to the side, Andrej allowed his boys to have their fun. Without a doubt, he’d be the one standing at the stove, making them all something to eat in a couple of hours, but for the moment, he didn’t care. All he wanted was to have them both home again.
“Mmm,” Zayne murmured, dragging his teeth along Zeklos’ collarbone. “One last question, baby.”
“Yeah,” Andrej breathed. “What?”
“Where’d all the baby books come from,” Reyes asked. “And why were they here?”
“Trish’s,” he bit out between kisses. “She wants to have a baby. My baby,” he sighed.
Zayne’s lips left Andrej’s body. “What the hell? Were you not going to tell us this?”
James smiled into Zeklos’ hair. “Maybe he hasn’t said yes yet.”
“I hadn’t,” Andrej confirmed. “Hilary and I convinced her to start with a puppy. She eventually agreed.”
“Really?” Zayne looked disappointed. “So, no babies?”
“Not for right now,” Zeklos said.
“Can’t blame the girl,” James added. “I mean, who wants a crazy Uncle Zayne anyway?”
“Okay you two,” Andrej interceded before Zayne could comment on the kind of uncle James might be. “We can talk about this later. We can even invite the girls back to participate in the discussion. But for now…”
“Now, we have much better things to concentrate on,” James finished.
“Wanna see if we can try and knock him up,” Zayne asked, a mischievous look on his face.
“Doubt we’ll succeed, but sounds like a plan to me.” He nipped at Zeklos’ earlobe. “You in, Andy?”
“Count me all in,” he said, proud of finally being able to use one of Zayne’s poker analogies properly. Bug god, he was going to pay for this later. His boys might just have to order out for food because, with the way they were looking at him, Andrej feared he would be unable to stand at the stove once they were done with him. Bring it on, he thought.
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End note: for anyone who cares, James means ‘supplanter’ aka someone who takes the place of someone else.
Zayne, on the other hand, means ‘God’s gracious gift’ and I legit almost fell out of my chair when I read that, I was laughing so hard. And that would be why he and James even have that little bit of conversation...
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17-ish
Word Count: 1,948
Summary: The boys return home and find the unexpected.
Author’s Note: Finally, the last chapter in my September bingo challenge for
1_million_words. This also encompasses my final prompt: make up. Thank you to those who have stuck it out during this one. I have no idea what’s coming next, but you’ll know as soon as I do, promise.Continued from here.
“Do you think he’ll still be awake,” James asked, closing the door into Andrej’s house behind him.
Zayne turned and shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” He dropped his bag on the floor beside the couch. “Are you going to stay or were you planning on heading home?” If asked, Zayne wasn’t entirely sure which option he’d prefer, but he was relatively certain that he’d be fine with whatever choice the ginger made.
The redhead shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at his feet. It was unlike James to show any kind of insecurity and that worried Reyes. Lifting his head, James caught and held Zayne’s gaze. “I was hoping you and Andy would let me stay.”
Reyes blinked. “Why wouldn’t we? I mean, if I wanted to be honest – which, let’s be real, isn’t something I’m very good at – he was your boyfriend first, even if he was my partner long before that.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, James gave Zayne a long, assessing look. “You mean other than the fact you can be extremely possessive of Andy and his free time? Have you forgotten all the bullshit you gave me when I was just trying to get a date?”
Yeah, well, there was that. But he hadn’t known the narco back then, either, and Zayne wasn’t about to trust his partner to anyone who came looking. “How much of an asshole was I?”
“Was, cowboy?” Rosewood gave him a flirty wink, softening the blow. “Seriously though, I must’ve asked Andy a hundred times whether he was sure you were straight because honestly? You acted like the jealous ex-boyfriend anytime I even thought about coming around.”
The narco was right about that, too. He’d heard Rosewood teasing Zeklos about it on a couple occasions and the girls never hesitated to rub in the fact that he’d gotten a little possessive of Zek during the early stages of his relationship with James. Throughout it all, Zayne hadn’t even noticed the change in his behavior. Somehow, Zeklos had always been his and his alone. Learning to share him with someone had been a difficult transition to make. “Yeah, I don’t know what was wrong with me. I’d apologize, but I think we’re way past that now.”
“Pretty much,” James agreed, slipping an arm around Zayne’s waist. “Besides, now I know what kind of fuckery to expect out of you so not much surprises me. Let’s go wake Andy up and let him know we’re home.”
Home. That word kept coming back to him and each time it did, it sounded better and better. “I bet he’s not even asleep, he’s probably too wound up to do anything but walk the damn bedroom floor.”
xx
Zayne had been wrong. God, had he ever been wrong.
“What the actual fuck is going on in here,” Reyes whispered to James, looking at his partner, boyfriend, and lover sandwiched between two women.
“I – I have no idea,” James stammered, shaking his head and then looking back at the bed in disbelief.
Zeklos was sprawled on his back in the middle of the bed, one of Zayne’s old t-shirts covering his upper body. A familiar head of red hair was using the left side of Andrej’s chest as a pillow while a brunette was curled into his right. The television was turned to Lifetime and some corny, cheesy romantic comedy was playing out on the flickering screen. There were a handful of books and magazines scattered around the bedroom, covering the foot of the bed and any other flat surface they could find.
Reyes reached for the nearest book and frowned. “One Thousand Unique Names for Baby,” he read. Opening it to the bookmarked page, he scanned until he hit a highlighted name. “Andre, from the Greek meaning ‘manly’ or ‘strong’. French form of Andrew.” He glanced at Zeklos in the bed and grinned.
“Don’t you even go looking up my name, cowboy,” James threatened.
“Does that mean you don’t want to know how accurately my parents named me? Because they were spot on,” he teased, setting the book back where he’d found it.
“I’m not even mildly curious,” Rosewood laughed. “But what the hell happened while we were gone? And what’s with the books and pregnancy magazines? I feel like we’re missing out on something important.”
That was an understatement. “What do you think we should do,” Reyes asked, surveying the bizarre scene in front of them. “We could go crash in my room or…” He let the sentence trail off, hoping the narco would figure out where he was headed.
“Or,” James chuckled, “we could join them and ask as soon as one of them wakes up.”
“And there’s the best idea I’ve heard all evening,” Zayne said, reaching down and tugging at a boot. “I’ll sleep beside Hil, because she’s less likely to beat the crap out of me in the morning.”
“You think that redheaded she-devil won’t have a similar reaction to me,” James asked, looking more serious than Zayne would have guessed.
“Eh, she’s not so tough,” Reyes lied. “Besides, Andy’s here, too, and he’s an expert at calming all of us down, no matter how agitated we get. You’ll be fine.”
xx
He could smell Trish’s pineapple scented shampoo tickling his nose. It was such a pleasant and comforting thing to wake up to in the morning. She was soft and warm against him, too, and it made him realize why many men must prefer the company of women. Although he much preferred a hard body and unshaven jaw to what lay on either side of him, Zeklos could appreciate the benefits of the other as well.
As his vision cleared and the sleepiness left his body, he noticed two pale skinned hands resting on his body, one a bit less delicate and much hairier than the other. Andrej squeezed his eyes closed for a long moment before reopening them. Nope, they were both still there. Lifting his torso as much as he could without disturbing Trish, he glanced behind her. “James,” he laughed. “I should have known.”
Curious, he looked to his right, past the slumbering brunette, and found his favorite cowboy contentedly snoozing away. They’d both made it home, which was a relief, and they seemed healthy and unbroken. That was a definite plus. But there were entirely too many people in his bed, a rare occurrence for him these days. It was funny how he’d gone from no one sharing his bed to too many. Lowering his head onto his pillow, Andrej allowed himself a small smile. Too many people or not, both Jay and Zayne had returned to him.
“Are you awake,” James muttered.
“Yes,” Andrej replied. “I’d kiss you but I’m caught in the middle of a pile of bodies.”
“More so than usual, too,” Zayne added, voice heavy with sleepy amusement. “What the hell happened here last night?”
“A wild orgy,” Hilary interjected before snuggling closer into Zeklos’ side.
Andrej could feel Trish’s body shaking with repressed laughter. “That would have taken some interesting logistics,” she cackled.
“Since we are all awake,” Zeklos ventured, “do you think you two could give me a bit of space?”
“I’ll do you one better,” Trish offered, giving Zeklos a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll get up so you and this other redhead can get a little closer.”
“Good idea,” Hilary said, patting Zayne’s head affectionately. “We can go get some breakfast while they do… well, whatever it is the three of them do.”
“We have wild orgies,” Zayne said, pinching Maxwell’s ass as she scooted past him. “Duh.”
“Somehow, I don’t doubt that, if you’re involved, Zayne,” Trish said. “Where are our clothes, Andy?”
His eyes moved from James’ handsome face to the two women wearing nothing but oversized t-shirts. He’d forgotten that he’d given them each something to sleep in the night before. Truthfully, he hadn’t wanted to, but they both refused to leave him alone after his erratic behavior during the week. In the end, he’d been happy for their company, as odd as it had been. “In the laundry room,” he said. “Most likely still in the dryer.”
The girls disappeared in search of their clothes. Leaving him alone with his boyfriends. Zayne took advantage of their absence by closing in on Andrej and pulling him into a long, wet kiss. “Are you happy we’re home?”
“Yes,” he said, accepting an equally happy kiss from James. “I was worried about both of you.”
“So you’re not pissed anymore?” Zayne pressed his lips to Zeklos’ chin, his neck.
“No,” he squeaked, giving in to the hands exploring his body, the lips tasting his skin. “Absolutely not.”
He leaned back into James’ solid body, reveling in the scrape of stubble on his cheek, the fluttering of fingers along his abdomen. Two mouths traveled across his exposed skin, four hands fumbled with his clothes, and he was finally at peace.
“Damn,” Trish whispered from the doorway. “I was going to say goodbye but I doubt they’d hear me.”
“God, that’s hot though, don’t you think,” Hilary asked. “Where’s my phone?”
“Hey,” Trish squealed, ducking the pillow James threw at her. “Watch it narco.”
“Go get us some damn donuts woman,” Zayne hollered back. “We’re gonna need them when we’re done.”
“Call someone who cares, asshole,” Hilary laughed, backing out of the room. “Come on, Rollins, let’s leave them alone and go find some food.”
“Don’t forget the donuts,” Zayne yelled after them.
“To hell with the donuts,” James laughed, reaching a hand between Andy and the cowboy. “We’ve got all we need right here.”
Pushing all thoughts of the girls, breakfast, and getting out of bed to the side, Andrej allowed his boys to have their fun. Without a doubt, he’d be the one standing at the stove, making them all something to eat in a couple of hours, but for the moment, he didn’t care. All he wanted was to have them both home again.
“Mmm,” Zayne murmured, dragging his teeth along Zeklos’ collarbone. “One last question, baby.”
“Yeah,” Andrej breathed. “What?”
“Where’d all the baby books come from,” Reyes asked. “And why were they here?”
“Trish’s,” he bit out between kisses. “She wants to have a baby. My baby,” he sighed.
Zayne’s lips left Andrej’s body. “What the hell? Were you not going to tell us this?”
James smiled into Zeklos’ hair. “Maybe he hasn’t said yes yet.”
“I hadn’t,” Andrej confirmed. “Hilary and I convinced her to start with a puppy. She eventually agreed.”
“Really?” Zayne looked disappointed. “So, no babies?”
“Not for right now,” Zeklos said.
“Can’t blame the girl,” James added. “I mean, who wants a crazy Uncle Zayne anyway?”
“Okay you two,” Andrej interceded before Zayne could comment on the kind of uncle James might be. “We can talk about this later. We can even invite the girls back to participate in the discussion. But for now…”
“Now, we have much better things to concentrate on,” James finished.
“Wanna see if we can try and knock him up,” Zayne asked, a mischievous look on his face.
“Doubt we’ll succeed, but sounds like a plan to me.” He nipped at Zeklos’ earlobe. “You in, Andy?”
“Count me all in,” he said, proud of finally being able to use one of Zayne’s poker analogies properly. Bug god, he was going to pay for this later. His boys might just have to order out for food because, with the way they were looking at him, Andrej feared he would be unable to stand at the stove once they were done with him. Bring it on, he thought.
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End note: for anyone who cares, James means ‘supplanter’ aka someone who takes the place of someone else.
Zayne, on the other hand, means ‘God’s gracious gift’ and I legit almost fell out of my chair when I read that, I was laughing so hard. And that would be why he and James even have that little bit of conversation...
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Date: 2017-12-01 03:45 am (UTC)But yeah seriously... It would probably make your life easier.
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Date: 2017-12-04 06:41 pm (UTC)No doubt!
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Date: 2017-12-10 04:00 pm (UTC)I have no idea.
He just doesn't WANT to make your life easier.