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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Portal to Heaven
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17-ish
Word Count: 2,012
Summary: Something stirs a memory for Zayne and he decides to recreate it.
Author’s Notes: Another one of my prompts from Figment.com. They’ve been good this last week or so. This one was “I told you there was a portal in the closet!”
“Can I borrow him for like ten minutes?”
Andrej looked up at the sound of his partner’s voice. “I am helping them with something right now, Zayne. Can it wait?”
Reyes made a face. “How long do you think you’ll be?”
“Cool your jets, cowboy,” Trish teased. “Give us five minutes and he’s all yours.”
“He’s already all mine,” Zayne said, winking and sauntering off towards his desk.
“Does the narco know this yet,” Hilary asked, “or is this a surprise?”
“Can we please finish discussing this case?” As much as he adored these two women and, despite how much they’d helped him out with the cowboy in question, he really didn’t feel like discussing any of this with them. He’d indulged them on occasion, but it never ended well.
“Spoilsport,” Trish joked before turning back to the case file they’d been dissecting.
**
“It’s about damn time,” Zayne said, leaping to his feet. “Five minutes my ass, more like twelve.”
“But you were not counting, were you?” Andrej smiled at his partner and waited for the instant denial.
“Pssht,” Zayne hissed, waving a hand in the air. “You make it sound like I can’t survive ten minutes without you or something.”
If he had asked Jay, the redhead would say that it was a pretty accurate observation. James wasn’t in the building currently, leaving Andrej without backup, so he changed the subject. “What did you need, Zayne?”
“Oh,” he said, eyes lighting with excitement. “I have something I wanted to show you.” Zayne took Andrej by the hand and led him out of the room housing the robbery-homicide division and out into the hallway. After two left turns and one right, down a flight of stairs, and another left, Zayne stopped, grinning. “We’re here.”
“Where is here,” Andrej asked, looking down the long, empty hallway.
Flashing a wicked grin, Zayne opened the door to what appeared to be a janitor’s closet. “Come and see.”
For the second time that morning, Zayne grabbed him by the hand. This time, he wasn’t dragged down a hallway, but into a dark closet smelling of bleach. Reyes closed the door behind them, shutting out any sliver of light from the outside. “Zayne,” Andrej began.
Zayne pressed his mouth against Andrej’s, pushing him against the nearest wall, holding him there with the weight of his body. Andrej tensed, fear of being discovered immediately filling him. Reyes slid his arms around Andrej, fingers gripping his ass, and finally, Andrej relaxed into the kiss. He felt the hard line of Zayne’s cock pressing against his hip and sighed.
“Yeah, baby,” Zayne murmured, nuzzling Andrej’s neck. “Tell me all about it.”
“Zayne,” Andrej said, breath hitching. “Please, we can’t. What if –”
“No one will find us,” Zayne said. “I promise. No one comes down here anyway.”
He wanted to believe, he wanted to believe so bad it hurt. “Do you not remember what happened when you and Jay got caught?” They’d been busted down to patrol for two weeks and that had been awful for everyone concerned. Andrej worried that if he and Zayne were stuck with that duty, they’d both lose their jobs.
“Mmm, I remember,” he said, nipping at the bit of exposed skin right above Andrej’s collar. “I don’t care though. Whatever the punishment, it’ll be worth it just for five minutes alone with you.”
Andrej had to admit, he was beginning not to care much either. Necking in the dark like this, with Zayne, covered at least a third of his late night fantasies. The other two thirds fell into that not safe for work category. “Why,” he asked, gulping his heart back into his chest. “Why are we here?”
“Because I ran into Montrose earlier,” Reyes said, referring to an acquaintance from a small town upstate. His tongue flicked at Andrej’s earlobe. “He and his buddy were escorting a fugitive to our fair city. How the asshole got all the way to Winnemucca, I’ll never know.”
Montrose and his partner, Skylar, were a couple of arrogant assholes, but they’d returned something Metro had lost, so they were being helpful if nothing else. “What does that have to do with us, here?”
Zayne grazed Andrej’s neck with his teeth. “It made me think of that last convention we attended.” He brushed his lips across Andrej’s mouth, then chin. “And that got me to thinking about the time we got locked in a closet together.”
“Being that close to you that day,” Andrej said, feeling the heartache resurface after so long. “It was my undoing. Until that day, I had only thought I wanted to be with you physically. But by the time the girls arrived I knew.”
“Knew what,” Zayne asked, hands cradling Andrej’s cheeks.
“That I was in love with you,” he whispered.
Zayne tilted Andrej’s head up, kissing him with years of pent up passion. “I wanted to kiss you so badly that day, it scared me,” he said. Reyes’ lips fluttered from nose to forehead, back down to Andrej’s mouth. “I’d always liked you, as a friend and partner, but holding you like I did for however the hell long it took those two to show up… I think it changed something.”
He wanted to ask Zayne why it had taken so long for him to say as much, but he didn’t. Andrej knew from years of experience that he wouldn’t get a satisfactory answer out of Zayne until he was ready to give one. Despite how long he and Zayne and James had been in a relationship, he had a feeling that now was not the time.
“It took you getting hurt to make me understand what had actually changed.” He shook his head and gave Andrej a chaste kiss. “Seeing Montrose made me want to get you alone in a closet again. Wanted to know how dumb I was back then. To think, we could have been making out that whole time.”
“We would have gotten caught,” Andrej reminded him, accepting the little declarations of love, both physical and verbal. “Hilary did not knock before she opened the door.”
“They already thought we were sleeping together,” Zayne reminded him. “It wouldn’t have surprised them much.”
Although it would have because, in spite of all their teasing, neither Trish nor Hilary had known Andrej was anything but straight until he’d confessed to Hilary while working undercover. “What about now,” he asked.
“Now I know what I’ve been missing and refuse to go one more minute without it. Without you.”
It wasn’t what he’d meant, but Andrej accepted the incoming kiss with delight. He closed his eyes and allowed Zayne to love on him in the darkness of the janitor’s closet.
“What the actual hell are you doing?” James’ annoyed voice rode in on the too bright beams of light filtering in through the now open door. “Why are you two in a fucking janitor’s closet?”
“See, Zek,” Reyes chuckled, pointing to the back of the closet. “I told you the portal to Narnia was in here! Wardrobes are so overdone these days.”
It was such an absurd reaction to James’ outrage that Andrej couldn’t help but laugh. “Zayne,” he said, giggling. “Please.”
“Isn’t it enough that you live with him fulltime now? You gotta sneak off with him during working hours as well?”
Grinning like he’d just won the World Series, Zayne turned towards James. “Jealous much, narco?”
“Hell no,” James said, stepping into the close confines and pulling the door behind him. “Not if I get to join in on the fun. Make room, cowboy.”
Seconds later, they were returned to darkness. Andrej was no longer pressed against the wall and was instead sandwiched between two very familiar bodies. The mood shifted from tender confessional to orgy in the making, but Andrej couldn’t find it within himself to give a damn. There did remain one problem, however.
“We need to do one of two things,” Andrej said, breaking the kiss he’d been sharing with one of his boyfriends.
“What,” Zayne said, annoyance lacing the question.
“We need to either stop,” Andrej began, placing a hand on someone’s chest.
“Or better, we need to get the hell out of here and get somewhere private,” James finished.
“I vote on the second,” Zayne said.
Of course he did, but then, so had James. Knowing he was outnumbered, Andrej blew out a breath. “Your apartment, Jay, or back to my house?” Zayne’s throaty chuckle gave him all the answer he needed. “My house, I suppose.”
“Amen,” James said, kissing the back of Andrej’s neck. “Because my landlord will get noise complaints if we go back there.”
“You know he will,” Zayne growled. Light shone into the closet again. “Come on, you two. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
For once, Andrej was fully on board with Zayne’s desire to knock off early.
**
Someone’s t-shirt was hanging from the lap. The sheets had been ripped from where they’d been neatly tucked under the mattress that morning. It was very possible that there was a pair of boxers in the bathroom sink. The many pillows normally on the bed were nowhere to be found. His room, in a word, was a disaster.
Sex had always been an enjoyable, satisfying, even crave-worthy pursuit before he’d met James. Andrej wouldn’t deny the fact that he truly relished the pleasures he found in another man’s body, especially James’, because it was honestly one of his favorite pastimes. The redhead had merely taken everything Andrej had ever known in regards to the act and elevated it into something magnificent.
But he’d be damned if Zayne hadn’t turned all that on its ear. Andrej wasn’t sure if it was because he was currently sharing a bed with two men or if it was because one of those men was Zayne, but whatever the cause, sex had suddenly become a full contact sport. It was still wonderful and exciting and awe-inducing, but now he had the aches and bruises to prove it, too.
“Isn’t this much better than hiding in the closet,” James asked. He ran a hand along the bare skin of Andrej’s thigh.
“Mmm,” Zayne murmured. “Given enough time, I could have gotten into his pants in there.”
“But it wouldn’t have been as much fun as this was,” James said. He reached across Andrej’s body and tweaked Zayne’s nipple.
“Dunno, narco,” Zayne said, biting Andrej’s shoulder. “He seemed pretty into it.”
Andrej couldn’t deny it either. Had Zayne made a move, he might not have been able to say no. This, if anything, was less risky. But damn, if it wasn’t a tempting notion.
“He’d never be able to keep quiet long enough for you to finish without getting busted,” James said. He teased the hair surrounding Andrej’s cock with the tips of his fingers.
Zayne gave that husky chuckle again and Andrej groaned. It was true, they made him crazy with need and that always resulted in Andrej being very, very vocal.
“Fuck,” Zayne grunted, face buried in the crook of Andrej’s neck. “I’m horny again.”
“Still,” James teased.
“Like you aren’t,” Zayne shot back, wolfish grin firmly in place.
“You think you’re so smart,” James said, eyeing Reyes’ naked form. “Like to see you prove it.”
Which, in the end, is how Andrej had wound up on his hands and knees, facing the dresser, with one boyfriend filling his mouth while the other fucked him senseless. Sometimes he had a hard time keeping up with the two of them, but today was going to be one of those rare times when they had to scramble to keep up with him. Between Zayne’s teasing caresses in the dark closeness of the janitor’s closet and James’ playful challenges to Reyes, it was going to be a long afternoon. One the hopefully turned into an even longer, sweatier night.
Yeah, these two sure knew how to light his fire and keep it banked for those long, cold winter nights.
…or not. It was Vegas after all.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17-ish
Word Count: 2,012
Summary: Something stirs a memory for Zayne and he decides to recreate it.
Author’s Notes: Another one of my prompts from Figment.com. They’ve been good this last week or so. This one was “I told you there was a portal in the closet!”
“Can I borrow him for like ten minutes?”
Andrej looked up at the sound of his partner’s voice. “I am helping them with something right now, Zayne. Can it wait?”
Reyes made a face. “How long do you think you’ll be?”
“Cool your jets, cowboy,” Trish teased. “Give us five minutes and he’s all yours.”
“He’s already all mine,” Zayne said, winking and sauntering off towards his desk.
“Does the narco know this yet,” Hilary asked, “or is this a surprise?”
“Can we please finish discussing this case?” As much as he adored these two women and, despite how much they’d helped him out with the cowboy in question, he really didn’t feel like discussing any of this with them. He’d indulged them on occasion, but it never ended well.
“Spoilsport,” Trish joked before turning back to the case file they’d been dissecting.
**
“It’s about damn time,” Zayne said, leaping to his feet. “Five minutes my ass, more like twelve.”
“But you were not counting, were you?” Andrej smiled at his partner and waited for the instant denial.
“Pssht,” Zayne hissed, waving a hand in the air. “You make it sound like I can’t survive ten minutes without you or something.”
If he had asked Jay, the redhead would say that it was a pretty accurate observation. James wasn’t in the building currently, leaving Andrej without backup, so he changed the subject. “What did you need, Zayne?”
“Oh,” he said, eyes lighting with excitement. “I have something I wanted to show you.” Zayne took Andrej by the hand and led him out of the room housing the robbery-homicide division and out into the hallway. After two left turns and one right, down a flight of stairs, and another left, Zayne stopped, grinning. “We’re here.”
“Where is here,” Andrej asked, looking down the long, empty hallway.
Flashing a wicked grin, Zayne opened the door to what appeared to be a janitor’s closet. “Come and see.”
For the second time that morning, Zayne grabbed him by the hand. This time, he wasn’t dragged down a hallway, but into a dark closet smelling of bleach. Reyes closed the door behind them, shutting out any sliver of light from the outside. “Zayne,” Andrej began.
Zayne pressed his mouth against Andrej’s, pushing him against the nearest wall, holding him there with the weight of his body. Andrej tensed, fear of being discovered immediately filling him. Reyes slid his arms around Andrej, fingers gripping his ass, and finally, Andrej relaxed into the kiss. He felt the hard line of Zayne’s cock pressing against his hip and sighed.
“Yeah, baby,” Zayne murmured, nuzzling Andrej’s neck. “Tell me all about it.”
“Zayne,” Andrej said, breath hitching. “Please, we can’t. What if –”
“No one will find us,” Zayne said. “I promise. No one comes down here anyway.”
He wanted to believe, he wanted to believe so bad it hurt. “Do you not remember what happened when you and Jay got caught?” They’d been busted down to patrol for two weeks and that had been awful for everyone concerned. Andrej worried that if he and Zayne were stuck with that duty, they’d both lose their jobs.
“Mmm, I remember,” he said, nipping at the bit of exposed skin right above Andrej’s collar. “I don’t care though. Whatever the punishment, it’ll be worth it just for five minutes alone with you.”
Andrej had to admit, he was beginning not to care much either. Necking in the dark like this, with Zayne, covered at least a third of his late night fantasies. The other two thirds fell into that not safe for work category. “Why,” he asked, gulping his heart back into his chest. “Why are we here?”
“Because I ran into Montrose earlier,” Reyes said, referring to an acquaintance from a small town upstate. His tongue flicked at Andrej’s earlobe. “He and his buddy were escorting a fugitive to our fair city. How the asshole got all the way to Winnemucca, I’ll never know.”
Montrose and his partner, Skylar, were a couple of arrogant assholes, but they’d returned something Metro had lost, so they were being helpful if nothing else. “What does that have to do with us, here?”
Zayne grazed Andrej’s neck with his teeth. “It made me think of that last convention we attended.” He brushed his lips across Andrej’s mouth, then chin. “And that got me to thinking about the time we got locked in a closet together.”
“Being that close to you that day,” Andrej said, feeling the heartache resurface after so long. “It was my undoing. Until that day, I had only thought I wanted to be with you physically. But by the time the girls arrived I knew.”
“Knew what,” Zayne asked, hands cradling Andrej’s cheeks.
“That I was in love with you,” he whispered.
Zayne tilted Andrej’s head up, kissing him with years of pent up passion. “I wanted to kiss you so badly that day, it scared me,” he said. Reyes’ lips fluttered from nose to forehead, back down to Andrej’s mouth. “I’d always liked you, as a friend and partner, but holding you like I did for however the hell long it took those two to show up… I think it changed something.”
He wanted to ask Zayne why it had taken so long for him to say as much, but he didn’t. Andrej knew from years of experience that he wouldn’t get a satisfactory answer out of Zayne until he was ready to give one. Despite how long he and Zayne and James had been in a relationship, he had a feeling that now was not the time.
“It took you getting hurt to make me understand what had actually changed.” He shook his head and gave Andrej a chaste kiss. “Seeing Montrose made me want to get you alone in a closet again. Wanted to know how dumb I was back then. To think, we could have been making out that whole time.”
“We would have gotten caught,” Andrej reminded him, accepting the little declarations of love, both physical and verbal. “Hilary did not knock before she opened the door.”
“They already thought we were sleeping together,” Zayne reminded him. “It wouldn’t have surprised them much.”
Although it would have because, in spite of all their teasing, neither Trish nor Hilary had known Andrej was anything but straight until he’d confessed to Hilary while working undercover. “What about now,” he asked.
“Now I know what I’ve been missing and refuse to go one more minute without it. Without you.”
It wasn’t what he’d meant, but Andrej accepted the incoming kiss with delight. He closed his eyes and allowed Zayne to love on him in the darkness of the janitor’s closet.
“What the actual hell are you doing?” James’ annoyed voice rode in on the too bright beams of light filtering in through the now open door. “Why are you two in a fucking janitor’s closet?”
“See, Zek,” Reyes chuckled, pointing to the back of the closet. “I told you the portal to Narnia was in here! Wardrobes are so overdone these days.”
It was such an absurd reaction to James’ outrage that Andrej couldn’t help but laugh. “Zayne,” he said, giggling. “Please.”
“Isn’t it enough that you live with him fulltime now? You gotta sneak off with him during working hours as well?”
Grinning like he’d just won the World Series, Zayne turned towards James. “Jealous much, narco?”
“Hell no,” James said, stepping into the close confines and pulling the door behind him. “Not if I get to join in on the fun. Make room, cowboy.”
Seconds later, they were returned to darkness. Andrej was no longer pressed against the wall and was instead sandwiched between two very familiar bodies. The mood shifted from tender confessional to orgy in the making, but Andrej couldn’t find it within himself to give a damn. There did remain one problem, however.
“We need to do one of two things,” Andrej said, breaking the kiss he’d been sharing with one of his boyfriends.
“What,” Zayne said, annoyance lacing the question.
“We need to either stop,” Andrej began, placing a hand on someone’s chest.
“Or better, we need to get the hell out of here and get somewhere private,” James finished.
“I vote on the second,” Zayne said.
Of course he did, but then, so had James. Knowing he was outnumbered, Andrej blew out a breath. “Your apartment, Jay, or back to my house?” Zayne’s throaty chuckle gave him all the answer he needed. “My house, I suppose.”
“Amen,” James said, kissing the back of Andrej’s neck. “Because my landlord will get noise complaints if we go back there.”
“You know he will,” Zayne growled. Light shone into the closet again. “Come on, you two. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
For once, Andrej was fully on board with Zayne’s desire to knock off early.
**
Someone’s t-shirt was hanging from the lap. The sheets had been ripped from where they’d been neatly tucked under the mattress that morning. It was very possible that there was a pair of boxers in the bathroom sink. The many pillows normally on the bed were nowhere to be found. His room, in a word, was a disaster.
Sex had always been an enjoyable, satisfying, even crave-worthy pursuit before he’d met James. Andrej wouldn’t deny the fact that he truly relished the pleasures he found in another man’s body, especially James’, because it was honestly one of his favorite pastimes. The redhead had merely taken everything Andrej had ever known in regards to the act and elevated it into something magnificent.
But he’d be damned if Zayne hadn’t turned all that on its ear. Andrej wasn’t sure if it was because he was currently sharing a bed with two men or if it was because one of those men was Zayne, but whatever the cause, sex had suddenly become a full contact sport. It was still wonderful and exciting and awe-inducing, but now he had the aches and bruises to prove it, too.
“Isn’t this much better than hiding in the closet,” James asked. He ran a hand along the bare skin of Andrej’s thigh.
“Mmm,” Zayne murmured. “Given enough time, I could have gotten into his pants in there.”
“But it wouldn’t have been as much fun as this was,” James said. He reached across Andrej’s body and tweaked Zayne’s nipple.
“Dunno, narco,” Zayne said, biting Andrej’s shoulder. “He seemed pretty into it.”
Andrej couldn’t deny it either. Had Zayne made a move, he might not have been able to say no. This, if anything, was less risky. But damn, if it wasn’t a tempting notion.
“He’d never be able to keep quiet long enough for you to finish without getting busted,” James said. He teased the hair surrounding Andrej’s cock with the tips of his fingers.
Zayne gave that husky chuckle again and Andrej groaned. It was true, they made him crazy with need and that always resulted in Andrej being very, very vocal.
“Fuck,” Zayne grunted, face buried in the crook of Andrej’s neck. “I’m horny again.”
“Still,” James teased.
“Like you aren’t,” Zayne shot back, wolfish grin firmly in place.
“You think you’re so smart,” James said, eyeing Reyes’ naked form. “Like to see you prove it.”
Which, in the end, is how Andrej had wound up on his hands and knees, facing the dresser, with one boyfriend filling his mouth while the other fucked him senseless. Sometimes he had a hard time keeping up with the two of them, but today was going to be one of those rare times when they had to scramble to keep up with him. Between Zayne’s teasing caresses in the dark closeness of the janitor’s closet and James’ playful challenges to Reyes, it was going to be a long afternoon. One the hopefully turned into an even longer, sweatier night.
Yeah, these two sure knew how to light his fire and keep it banked for those long, cold winter nights.
…or not. It was Vegas after all.
