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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: The End of Vacation
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,682
Summary: Andrej, James, and Zayne take a short vacation.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. As always, I’m behind. This is from last weekend.
God, the sex was good. So damn good, honestly, that he’d do anything for just one more taste of their bodies. He looked at the redhead sleeping beside him and grinned, wondering if he could talk the narco into another round before Zek returned. But the fucker was sound asleep, snoring softly in the late afternoon sunlight.
“Figures,” Zayne muttered, trailing a finger along James’ pale jaw.
He and Rosewood didn’t always get along, but they managed to find common ground sometimes. Both on and off the mattress. It was mostly due to their mutual love and respect for Zeklos – but also because despite the odds, they were starting to like each other. Not that he’d ever admit that in front of the ginger, but the fact remained: he was getting more used to having him around than not.
It had been the narco’s idea to come to the beach in the first place. Zayne hadn’t ever been to Surf City before, but god, what a place. Sun, sand, water, and women in skimpy bikinis everywhere he looked. Not that the last part of that held as much attraction for him as it once had, but even so, he wasn’t dead, right? It was like what Zeklos had said – a boy can look but the boy that touched got his fingers broken.
Wait, maybe it was Rosewood who had said that.
“You okay, cowboy?”
James’ sleep laden voice stirred him out of his daydream. “Yeah,” he said, smiling down at the redhead. “I’m good. Was hoping you’d wake up before Zek got back.”
“Where’d he go,” James asked, stretching. “I didn’t hear him leave.”
“You wouldn’t have,” Zayne laughed. “Not with the way you were snoring.”
“I don’t snore,” James growled.
Zayne shook his head and changed the subject. “He went to the little market down on the corner. “Said he didn’t want to go out tonight and that he’d fix us all dinner.”
“Mmm,” James muttered, giving Zayne an appraising look. “How much time do we have before he gets back?”
Zayne looked at the clock on the nightstand and grinned. “Enough.”
**
Andrej scraped the wooden spatula across the bottom of the wok, stirring the meat and vegetables until they were coated with the Kung Pao sauce he’d thrown together. He’d gone with all seafood for tonight’s dinner, seeing as they were so near the ocean. He wasn’t sure how well Zayne would take that news, but he’d either eat what he was served or go hungry. That said, once he usually got his griping over with, Zayne ate whatever Andrej made him. Zayne might be a pain in the ass, but he wasn’t stupid.
“Your dinner is ready,” Andrej called, coming into the living room with a bowl in his hand. He walked past them and out onto the patio, taking up his spot beside the fire pit.
James had gone above and beyond when he’d found this place. The rental house sat just a few feet from the Pacific Coast Highway, with an amazing view of the ocean. Every night since they’d arrived, the three had taken the three-minute walk across the highway and enjoyed the surf. Zayne had whined about going during the daytime but James had protested. Even saturated with sunscreen, the poor guy burned like a lit match. So, they stayed indoors during the midday and early afternoon, finding other things to occupy their time until it was safe for them to venture out.
“Why’d you have to hook up with a vampire, Zek,” Zayne teased as he sat down on Andrej’s left. “I mean, we could be having so much fun over there right now.”
“I’m not a damn vampire, Reyes,” James growled as he sat on Andrej’s right, on the far side of the fire pit. “I’m just really prone to sunburn.”
“Whatever,” Zayne laughed, shoveling food into his mouth.
“If you two behave, I have a surprise for after dinner,” Andrej said, attempting to thwart the argument before it started.
“Really,” James drawled, smiling at his boyfriend. “And what is that?”
“Maybe he wants to get freaky on the beach once everyone goes home for the night,” Zayne suggested.
Appalled, Andrej shook his head. “No, never and you know better than that, Zayne.”
Snorting, Zayne grinned. “Yeah, I know, but a boy can dream, right?”
“You dream about getting sand in places sand was never meant to be,” James asked. “Because I don’t.”
“Can you two please not fight for two minutes,” Andrej sighed.
Truth was, Andrej might be tempted to let Zayne - and eventually Jay, because he wasn’t one to ever be left out – have his little fantasy. But the beach was a little too exposed, a bit too public for that kind of risk. He would have to get James to do some research before their next vacation.
“He has a point, cowboy,” James said, taking another bite of dinner. “We’re going home tomorrow, we should be nice to each other.”
“I thought we had been,” Zayne said with a leer.
“In every way, Zayne,” Andrej said, trying not to smile at Zayne’s enthusiasm.
“I think we’ve managed that, too,” Zayne said. He looked at the redhead and winked. “Mostly.”
They ate in silence for a bit, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing and birds calling out. When they were finished, James collected their plates and took them inside. He returned with two beers and a bottled coffee drink. Handing the coffee to Andrej, he gave Zayne one of the beers and retook his seat. “So, you said you had a surprise for us?”
“Yes,” Andrej said, fidgeting. “But it is more like a treat, I suppose.” He stood and disappeared inside the house, returning moments later with a grocery sack.
“What the hell,” James laughed as Andrej laid out the supplied he’d brought. Chocolate bars, graham crackers, and marshmallows. “We’re making s’mores? How old do you think we are?”
Eyebrow raised, Andrej stared at his boyfriend. “Judging by the way you and Zayne act most of the time, my guess would be five.”
“Ha, ha,” James groaned.
“Don’t knock the s’mores, narco,” Zayne said, grabbing one of the metal skewers Andrej had found in the kitchen. “This is good shit.”
“If you say so,” James said, eying the ingredients warily.
“I have never had one,” Andrej said, picking up a marshmallow and squishing it between his fingers. “But Zayne talks about making them all the time. I thought it would be fun.”
“Wait, you’ve never had a s’more?” James stared at him in disbelief. “I mean, I know my parents wouldn’t let us make them as kids, said there was too much sugar and other ‘evil’ stuff in them, but I’ve at least had one.”
“Dude,” Zayne said putting the skewer to the side so he could light the fire pit. “He comes from a different country. Not even sure if they have marshmallows in Romania. But you, what the hell is wrong with your parents?”
“How much time do you have,” James deadpanned. “But seriously, it was all natural, homemade stuff for us. No sugar, no chemicals, no –”
“No fun,” Zayne finished.
“Homemade treats are always better,” Andrej said. “But no sugar, ever? That is hard.”
“No wonder you turned out like you did,” Zayne grinned. “You little rebel.”
James couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Not sure I’m so much a rebel as a bad seed. But I can live with either since I’m finally happy with myself and my life.”
“I can drink to that,” Zayne said, lifting his bottle.
James raised his in return before taking a long drink. “Now, since you’re the expert, lead us through this, cowboy. What do we do?”
Happily, Zayne took the reins and showed them how to make the perfect s’more. How to toast the marshmallow just right and the trick to getting it off the skewer without making a mess. Andrej soon discovered that, to his surprise and Zayne’s horror, he kind of liked it when the marshmallows got a little over done. James didn’t much care as long as it got onto the chocolate and graham cracker.
It was well past ten o’clock when they’d found themselves full to the brim with beer and s’mores. All three were kicked back with their feet propped up, enjoying the cool ocean breeze that was so much different from the convection oven that was Las Vegas.
“It is getting late,” Andrej said, breaking the easy silence that lay between them. “We must be up early tomorrow. Do either of you want to take one last walk on the beach before we go to bed?”
“Yeah,” Zayne said, stretching. “I think a moonlit stroll is just what the doctor ordered.”
“Seconded,” James said, rising to his feet. “Let me find my shoes and we can go.”
Within minutes, the three of them were walking hand in hand in hand along the mostly deserted beach. Although they got a couple of strange looks, they mostly went unnoticed. It was late and it was also California. If the weirdest thing these people say were three men taking a romantic walk together, they could call themselves lucky.
“You think we can stop at that place we had lunch the first day for breakfast in the morning?” As ever, Zayne’s mind was on food.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” James agreed.
“Of course we can,” Andrej said. “It is only a little bit in the wrong direction, but I do not think it will put us too far behind.” Besides, the food had been amazing so it was worth going in the opposite direction they needed.
“Good,” Zayne said. “Now that that’s settled, you think we can go back and go to bed? I’m kinda feeling the need to cuddle.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” James said, tugging on Andrej’s hand. “Let’s go back to the house and enjoy our last night away. Tomorrow , we drive home and have to face reality again.”
What could Andrej say but yes?
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,682
Summary: Andrej, James, and Zayne take a short vacation.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. As always, I’m behind. This is from last weekend.
God, the sex was good. So damn good, honestly, that he’d do anything for just one more taste of their bodies. He looked at the redhead sleeping beside him and grinned, wondering if he could talk the narco into another round before Zek returned. But the fucker was sound asleep, snoring softly in the late afternoon sunlight.
“Figures,” Zayne muttered, trailing a finger along James’ pale jaw.
He and Rosewood didn’t always get along, but they managed to find common ground sometimes. Both on and off the mattress. It was mostly due to their mutual love and respect for Zeklos – but also because despite the odds, they were starting to like each other. Not that he’d ever admit that in front of the ginger, but the fact remained: he was getting more used to having him around than not.
It had been the narco’s idea to come to the beach in the first place. Zayne hadn’t ever been to Surf City before, but god, what a place. Sun, sand, water, and women in skimpy bikinis everywhere he looked. Not that the last part of that held as much attraction for him as it once had, but even so, he wasn’t dead, right? It was like what Zeklos had said – a boy can look but the boy that touched got his fingers broken.
Wait, maybe it was Rosewood who had said that.
“You okay, cowboy?”
James’ sleep laden voice stirred him out of his daydream. “Yeah,” he said, smiling down at the redhead. “I’m good. Was hoping you’d wake up before Zek got back.”
“Where’d he go,” James asked, stretching. “I didn’t hear him leave.”
“You wouldn’t have,” Zayne laughed. “Not with the way you were snoring.”
“I don’t snore,” James growled.
Zayne shook his head and changed the subject. “He went to the little market down on the corner. “Said he didn’t want to go out tonight and that he’d fix us all dinner.”
“Mmm,” James muttered, giving Zayne an appraising look. “How much time do we have before he gets back?”
Zayne looked at the clock on the nightstand and grinned. “Enough.”
**
Andrej scraped the wooden spatula across the bottom of the wok, stirring the meat and vegetables until they were coated with the Kung Pao sauce he’d thrown together. He’d gone with all seafood for tonight’s dinner, seeing as they were so near the ocean. He wasn’t sure how well Zayne would take that news, but he’d either eat what he was served or go hungry. That said, once he usually got his griping over with, Zayne ate whatever Andrej made him. Zayne might be a pain in the ass, but he wasn’t stupid.
“Your dinner is ready,” Andrej called, coming into the living room with a bowl in his hand. He walked past them and out onto the patio, taking up his spot beside the fire pit.
James had gone above and beyond when he’d found this place. The rental house sat just a few feet from the Pacific Coast Highway, with an amazing view of the ocean. Every night since they’d arrived, the three had taken the three-minute walk across the highway and enjoyed the surf. Zayne had whined about going during the daytime but James had protested. Even saturated with sunscreen, the poor guy burned like a lit match. So, they stayed indoors during the midday and early afternoon, finding other things to occupy their time until it was safe for them to venture out.
“Why’d you have to hook up with a vampire, Zek,” Zayne teased as he sat down on Andrej’s left. “I mean, we could be having so much fun over there right now.”
“I’m not a damn vampire, Reyes,” James growled as he sat on Andrej’s right, on the far side of the fire pit. “I’m just really prone to sunburn.”
“Whatever,” Zayne laughed, shoveling food into his mouth.
“If you two behave, I have a surprise for after dinner,” Andrej said, attempting to thwart the argument before it started.
“Really,” James drawled, smiling at his boyfriend. “And what is that?”
“Maybe he wants to get freaky on the beach once everyone goes home for the night,” Zayne suggested.
Appalled, Andrej shook his head. “No, never and you know better than that, Zayne.”
Snorting, Zayne grinned. “Yeah, I know, but a boy can dream, right?”
“You dream about getting sand in places sand was never meant to be,” James asked. “Because I don’t.”
“Can you two please not fight for two minutes,” Andrej sighed.
Truth was, Andrej might be tempted to let Zayne - and eventually Jay, because he wasn’t one to ever be left out – have his little fantasy. But the beach was a little too exposed, a bit too public for that kind of risk. He would have to get James to do some research before their next vacation.
“He has a point, cowboy,” James said, taking another bite of dinner. “We’re going home tomorrow, we should be nice to each other.”
“I thought we had been,” Zayne said with a leer.
“In every way, Zayne,” Andrej said, trying not to smile at Zayne’s enthusiasm.
“I think we’ve managed that, too,” Zayne said. He looked at the redhead and winked. “Mostly.”
They ate in silence for a bit, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing and birds calling out. When they were finished, James collected their plates and took them inside. He returned with two beers and a bottled coffee drink. Handing the coffee to Andrej, he gave Zayne one of the beers and retook his seat. “So, you said you had a surprise for us?”
“Yes,” Andrej said, fidgeting. “But it is more like a treat, I suppose.” He stood and disappeared inside the house, returning moments later with a grocery sack.
“What the hell,” James laughed as Andrej laid out the supplied he’d brought. Chocolate bars, graham crackers, and marshmallows. “We’re making s’mores? How old do you think we are?”
Eyebrow raised, Andrej stared at his boyfriend. “Judging by the way you and Zayne act most of the time, my guess would be five.”
“Ha, ha,” James groaned.
“Don’t knock the s’mores, narco,” Zayne said, grabbing one of the metal skewers Andrej had found in the kitchen. “This is good shit.”
“If you say so,” James said, eying the ingredients warily.
“I have never had one,” Andrej said, picking up a marshmallow and squishing it between his fingers. “But Zayne talks about making them all the time. I thought it would be fun.”
“Wait, you’ve never had a s’more?” James stared at him in disbelief. “I mean, I know my parents wouldn’t let us make them as kids, said there was too much sugar and other ‘evil’ stuff in them, but I’ve at least had one.”
“Dude,” Zayne said putting the skewer to the side so he could light the fire pit. “He comes from a different country. Not even sure if they have marshmallows in Romania. But you, what the hell is wrong with your parents?”
“How much time do you have,” James deadpanned. “But seriously, it was all natural, homemade stuff for us. No sugar, no chemicals, no –”
“No fun,” Zayne finished.
“Homemade treats are always better,” Andrej said. “But no sugar, ever? That is hard.”
“No wonder you turned out like you did,” Zayne grinned. “You little rebel.”
James couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Not sure I’m so much a rebel as a bad seed. But I can live with either since I’m finally happy with myself and my life.”
“I can drink to that,” Zayne said, lifting his bottle.
James raised his in return before taking a long drink. “Now, since you’re the expert, lead us through this, cowboy. What do we do?”
Happily, Zayne took the reins and showed them how to make the perfect s’more. How to toast the marshmallow just right and the trick to getting it off the skewer without making a mess. Andrej soon discovered that, to his surprise and Zayne’s horror, he kind of liked it when the marshmallows got a little over done. James didn’t much care as long as it got onto the chocolate and graham cracker.
It was well past ten o’clock when they’d found themselves full to the brim with beer and s’mores. All three were kicked back with their feet propped up, enjoying the cool ocean breeze that was so much different from the convection oven that was Las Vegas.
“It is getting late,” Andrej said, breaking the easy silence that lay between them. “We must be up early tomorrow. Do either of you want to take one last walk on the beach before we go to bed?”
“Yeah,” Zayne said, stretching. “I think a moonlit stroll is just what the doctor ordered.”
“Seconded,” James said, rising to his feet. “Let me find my shoes and we can go.”
Within minutes, the three of them were walking hand in hand in hand along the mostly deserted beach. Although they got a couple of strange looks, they mostly went unnoticed. It was late and it was also California. If the weirdest thing these people say were three men taking a romantic walk together, they could call themselves lucky.
“You think we can stop at that place we had lunch the first day for breakfast in the morning?” As ever, Zayne’s mind was on food.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” James agreed.
“Of course we can,” Andrej said. “It is only a little bit in the wrong direction, but I do not think it will put us too far behind.” Besides, the food had been amazing so it was worth going in the opposite direction they needed.
“Good,” Zayne said. “Now that that’s settled, you think we can go back and go to bed? I’m kinda feeling the need to cuddle.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” James said, tugging on Andrej’s hand. “Let’s go back to the house and enjoy our last night away. Tomorrow , we drive home and have to face reality again.”
What could Andrej say but yes?
