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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Out of Style
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 808
Summary: Zayne stumbles across something he’s never meant to see.
Author’s Note: Written for the 100-in-100 Year End Challenge at 1_million_words. This was inspired by something started in another fic. Well, that and I have a bad habit of doing this to my various boys… Will hopefully turn into more than what I have here.
The first thing he noticed was a long, shapely pair of legs. They were the palest legs he’d ever laid eyes on, but that didn’t make them unattractive. Quite to the contrary, he was rather fond of the red hair that usually coated said pasty legs, but upon further inspection, he discovered all that glorious copper fur was absent.
That was when it occurred to him that he shouldn’t be able to see any of James’ legs, let alone enough skin to know he’d recently shaved – or waxed – said gams. Zayne’s eyes traveled up the length of bare, firm calf, past the knobby knee and stopped mid-rise on the redhead’s thigh. A swath of dark fabric brushed mid-thigh, cutting off Reyes’ view.
What the hell?
“Narco,” Zayne said, outright staring at his boyfriend. “What on earth are you doing –” but the words in a dress stuck in his throat.
“Reyes,” James drawled, looking down from the platform he stood on and smiling at the Texan. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“Yeah, well,” Zayne stuttered. “I didn’t expect to be here, honestly, but…” His voice trailed off as he took in the big picture. The swirling lace pattern covering the dress was nice, but black was not a color the ginger had ever been meant to wear. He needed something more pastel. Like peach or lavender, something that wouldn’t make him look so horribly… pale.
James turned on the makeshift riser he stood on. The hem of the dress swirled and settled against the redhead’s strong thighs. Zayne forced his eyes upwards, noting that the dress had a plunging V-neck and lacked sleeves.
“I guess it’s good that we’ve been working on your arms, narco,” Zayne said, at a loss for any other words that made sense. “Flabby triceps wouldn’t do in a getup like this.”
What the hell was he even saying?
Embarrassed laughter escaped James. “I’m thinking flabby triceps are the least of my worries right now.”
“No joke,” Zayne said, pointing at James’ chest. “I’d be more concerned about the size of the falsies they picked out for you.” He glanced at one of the female officers helping dress James. “You got him at least a C cup, right? Ain’t nothing less going to work with this. Trust me, I know.”
“He would,” James quipped. “Cowboy, is there a reason why you’re down here?”
“What?” Zayne ripped his eyes off James’ ass and brought himself back to reality. “Oh, that. Zek’s not feeling well so I’m going to take him home. He didn’t want you to worry if you saw me wandering around without him.”
It was weird, but damn, James looked good in this dress. Whoever had picked it out for him had done their homework. Despite his distinct lack of curves, it fit him well.
“Is there a reason why you’re staring at me, Zayne?”
“Yeah,” he faltered. Might as well get it out now. “Why are you wearing a dress? I mean, you look good, I guess but… why?”
James rolled his eyes. “I got volunteered to help out Vice with one of their little projects. If I find out who offered up my name, I’ll kill them. But until then, here I am.”
“In a dress.”
“Yes, Reyes. In a fucking dress.”
“You… look nice,” he offered, unsure of the feelings stirring in him right then. “Do you get heels and make up, too? Because shit, I need to see that. All of it.” He waved a hand up and down the length of James’ body.
“Yes,” the blonde checking his hair offered. “He gets the whole nine yards. Everything a high priced hooker in drag might need will be his.”
“A what?” Zayne’s laughter filled the room. “Oh god, I know Zek’s not feeling well but –”
“No,” James roared. “Do not bring him down here. Do not even tell him about this, Reyes. I’m warning you.”
“Oh man, he’s going to hate that he missed this.”
“Zayne, please,” James begged. “Keep this to yourself. If I’m lucky, I won’t ever have to do this again.”
“You’re no fun,” Reyes muttered. “But okay. But you owe me.”
“I’d say ‘anything you want’ but I know some of the things you want,” James grinned. “How about we’ll negotiate terms later?”
Zayne gave him a wicked grin. “I’d give you a harder time, but Zek’s up at his desk trying not to puke, so I’ll agree to it for now. But next time, all bets are off.”
“Thank you,” James said to Reyes’ retreating form. “Take care of Andy for me.”
“Will do, narco.”
“He’s awfully cute,” the blonde said. “I’d be hard pressed to negotiate terms with him.”
“You and me both, Holly,” James sighed. “You and me both.”
(To be continued because you know… we need details, right?)
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 808
Summary: Zayne stumbles across something he’s never meant to see.
Author’s Note: Written for the 100-in-100 Year End Challenge at 1_million_words. This was inspired by something started in another fic. Well, that and I have a bad habit of doing this to my various boys… Will hopefully turn into more than what I have here.
The first thing he noticed was a long, shapely pair of legs. They were the palest legs he’d ever laid eyes on, but that didn’t make them unattractive. Quite to the contrary, he was rather fond of the red hair that usually coated said pasty legs, but upon further inspection, he discovered all that glorious copper fur was absent.
That was when it occurred to him that he shouldn’t be able to see any of James’ legs, let alone enough skin to know he’d recently shaved – or waxed – said gams. Zayne’s eyes traveled up the length of bare, firm calf, past the knobby knee and stopped mid-rise on the redhead’s thigh. A swath of dark fabric brushed mid-thigh, cutting off Reyes’ view.
What the hell?
“Narco,” Zayne said, outright staring at his boyfriend. “What on earth are you doing –” but the words in a dress stuck in his throat.
“Reyes,” James drawled, looking down from the platform he stood on and smiling at the Texan. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“Yeah, well,” Zayne stuttered. “I didn’t expect to be here, honestly, but…” His voice trailed off as he took in the big picture. The swirling lace pattern covering the dress was nice, but black was not a color the ginger had ever been meant to wear. He needed something more pastel. Like peach or lavender, something that wouldn’t make him look so horribly… pale.
James turned on the makeshift riser he stood on. The hem of the dress swirled and settled against the redhead’s strong thighs. Zayne forced his eyes upwards, noting that the dress had a plunging V-neck and lacked sleeves.
“I guess it’s good that we’ve been working on your arms, narco,” Zayne said, at a loss for any other words that made sense. “Flabby triceps wouldn’t do in a getup like this.”
What the hell was he even saying?
Embarrassed laughter escaped James. “I’m thinking flabby triceps are the least of my worries right now.”
“No joke,” Zayne said, pointing at James’ chest. “I’d be more concerned about the size of the falsies they picked out for you.” He glanced at one of the female officers helping dress James. “You got him at least a C cup, right? Ain’t nothing less going to work with this. Trust me, I know.”
“He would,” James quipped. “Cowboy, is there a reason why you’re down here?”
“What?” Zayne ripped his eyes off James’ ass and brought himself back to reality. “Oh, that. Zek’s not feeling well so I’m going to take him home. He didn’t want you to worry if you saw me wandering around without him.”
It was weird, but damn, James looked good in this dress. Whoever had picked it out for him had done their homework. Despite his distinct lack of curves, it fit him well.
“Is there a reason why you’re staring at me, Zayne?”
“Yeah,” he faltered. Might as well get it out now. “Why are you wearing a dress? I mean, you look good, I guess but… why?”
James rolled his eyes. “I got volunteered to help out Vice with one of their little projects. If I find out who offered up my name, I’ll kill them. But until then, here I am.”
“In a dress.”
“Yes, Reyes. In a fucking dress.”
“You… look nice,” he offered, unsure of the feelings stirring in him right then. “Do you get heels and make up, too? Because shit, I need to see that. All of it.” He waved a hand up and down the length of James’ body.
“Yes,” the blonde checking his hair offered. “He gets the whole nine yards. Everything a high priced hooker in drag might need will be his.”
“A what?” Zayne’s laughter filled the room. “Oh god, I know Zek’s not feeling well but –”
“No,” James roared. “Do not bring him down here. Do not even tell him about this, Reyes. I’m warning you.”
“Oh man, he’s going to hate that he missed this.”
“Zayne, please,” James begged. “Keep this to yourself. If I’m lucky, I won’t ever have to do this again.”
“You’re no fun,” Reyes muttered. “But okay. But you owe me.”
“I’d say ‘anything you want’ but I know some of the things you want,” James grinned. “How about we’ll negotiate terms later?”
Zayne gave him a wicked grin. “I’d give you a harder time, but Zek’s up at his desk trying not to puke, so I’ll agree to it for now. But next time, all bets are off.”
“Thank you,” James said to Reyes’ retreating form. “Take care of Andy for me.”
“Will do, narco.”
“He’s awfully cute,” the blonde said. “I’d be hard pressed to negotiate terms with him.”
“You and me both, Holly,” James sighed. “You and me both.”
(To be continued because you know… we need details, right?)
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Date: 2016-12-29 02:25 pm (UTC)I see this bunny has morphed into something very interesting. ;)
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Date: 2016-12-29 05:00 pm (UTC)Yes, it definitely has. Stay tuned as I *cough* flesh it out!
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Date: 2017-10-30 08:28 pm (UTC)Also... if I ever get my act together, I'm expanding this into it's own multi-chapter fic because... well, I like to put my boys in dresses. :D Just ask Wes.
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Date: 2017-10-31 01:49 am (UTC)Hahaha I've put a couple of men into dresses... and now for some reason Cob is backing away from me. Boy, you are NOT the one I'd put into a dress. I make no guaruntees with Sari if you piss her off though.
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Date: 2017-11-01 06:47 pm (UTC)I've done it to poor Wes so many times I have an ongoing series of fics. Oddly enough, they're some of my most read stories on AO3. It's a lot of fun.
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Date: 2017-11-02 01:14 am (UTC)Hahaha that's awesome. Ooooh AO3?
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Date: 2017-11-03 08:58 pm (UTC)Yup. I'm the same over there as I am here. Mostly Common Law fanfic, but a couple Supernatural, one Lethal Weapon (the TV show) and a SPN/Chopped crossover. Don't ask. I'm still not sure why I ever went there.
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Date: 2017-11-04 03:21 am (UTC)Sweet I'll have to go look when I have some free time... which might be the fourth of never.
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