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Book Lovers Wanted Chapter 1 (Romani Detective/White Pine Original Fiction)
Title: Book Lovers Wanted Chapter 1
Fandom: Romani Detective/White Pine Original Crossover Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes + Ethan McDowell/Travis Murphy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,359
Summary: Eh, nothing actually happens here, so what’s the point? I need to write longer chapters. Hahaha. I'll make sure to get ALL THE BOYS (or at least some of them) together in the next chapter. Pinky swear.
Author’s Note: I forgot I had this written. OOPS.
“Are you sure you want to do this,” Ethan asked, leaning his shoulder against the doorjamb.
Travis was rifling through is office, putting together all the things he’d need for the few days they were going to be in Las Vegas. He wasn’t going to have time to write – they were hell bent on treating their downtime like a vacation – but he wanted to have the tools in case an idea hit him while they were there.
“No,” Travis said, bent over a desk drawer. “But I committed and I can’t back out. Well, I can, but I think my agent would drop me if I tried.”
“No she wouldn’t,” Ethan laughed. “You bring her too much money. But I’m proud of you.”
He looked up from the drawer and frowned at Ethan. “Am I that much of a recluse?”
“Not at all,” Ethan said, stepping into Travis’ office. “But you like to stay where you’re comfortable and to you, comfort is White Pine.”
“That’s very true,” Travis said, sighing and going back to rifling through his desk.
“It is for me, too,” Ethan said. “Aside from our rare trips to Minden Lake and my short stint in Garret, I’m getting to a point where I appreciate small town life, I think.”
That made Travis smile. “Thank you,” he said. “Even if you’re lying through your teeth, thank you.”
Ethan chuckled. “I’m not completely lying. I mean, a little excitement never hurt anyone, but this is definitely my home, Murphy. I’m not going anywhere.”
“So glad to hear it,” Travis said. “You packed?”
“Just about,” he said. “Just waiting on the dryer to finish so we have socks and underwear.”
“Socks are important,” Travis agreed. He pulled a small spiral notebook out of the drawer and put it on the desk. “Underwear is optional.”
“I’d worry about you,” Ethan said, leaning in to kiss Travis’ face. “But we are going to Las Vegas so…”
“Underwear is optional!”
“No,” Ethan said, shaking his head. “No it is not. Unless we’re home alone. Then, it’s totally optional.”
Grinning, Travis shut the drawer and stood. Wrapping his arms around Ethan, he said, “These are the reasons why I married you.”
“And all this time I thought it was because of my rock hard abs.”
“Those didn’t hurt, baby,” Travis teased, giving Ethan’s belly a pinch.
“Have you ever been to Vegas before,” Travis asked as they got off the freeway and started driving down Las Vegas Boulevard – the infamous Strip – looking for where they’d be staying for the next few days. Travis’ publisher had gotten them a room in a luxury condo tower for the duration of the convention.
“Twice,” Ethan said. “Once for training while I worked for the department in Minden Lake.”
“And the other?” Travis was watching the big, flashy buildings as they drove past.
Ethan tore his eyes off the traffic-laden roadway for a split second. “You don’t want to know about my other trip.”
Travis made a face. “Oh, so you went to Vegas with Dickhead, then?”
“Um…”
“I’m not mad, baby,” Travis said, reaching across the car and giving Ethan’s leg a squeeze. “It was before we met, in another life even. But I can’t bring myself to say his name either.”
“Oh,” Ethan said, relieved. Neither he nor Travis was very fond of discussing that particular asshole. “Yeah, I took a road trip with Reid once, when we were barely legal. It was a long time ago.” Back when things had been good between them and the world still held possibilities.
Travis nodded and changed the subject. “I’ve been looking into things to do while you’re here,” he said. “You can go skydiving if you want.”
“Not so sure if I want, Murph,” Ethan laughed.
“What are you going to do then?”
Ethan shrugged and took the right turn that the GPS suggested. “I don’t know. Go to the convention with you. Meet some people. Load up on enough books that we can’t get the car back up the mountain?”
“Told you we should have brought the truck,” Travis chided.
“If we’d brought your truck,” Ethan smirked, pulling into the parking lot of the condo tower, “we’d be stuck somewhere outside Cedar City right now.”
“At least there’s a Cracker Barrel there,” Travis said. “Mmm, hash brown casserole.”
“Good point,” Ethan agreed, sliding the car into the first available spot he found. He shut off the engine and looked at his husband. “You ready for this?”
“Hell no,” Travis said, a nervous giggle bubbling up. “But let’s go in and get registered before I make you take me back home.”
**
“Are you excited about tomorrow,” Zayne asked. He was sitting on the edge of Andrej’s bed, watching his partner get dressed. It was one of Zayne’s favorite pastimes, only edged out by watching Zeklos get undressed. That was always a delight to behold. Even better when Zek let him help.
“Yes,” Andrej said, turning away from the mirror and giving Zayne a tense smile. “But I am also –”
“Also what,” Zayne asked. Getting up from his spot, he moved closer to Andrej. He ran a hand down the curve of one shoulder, loving the smooth lines of his boyfriend’s body. “Scared? Nervous? Freaked out?”
Andrej made a face. “All of those maybe? I do not know. English is a difficult language and all of your slang only makes it harder.”
“It’ll be fine,” Zayne said, squeezing Andrej’s shoulder. “We will have a good time. And maybe one day you’ll figure out how to speak like you live here.”
“Yes, we will,” Andrej said, ignoring the last half of Zayne’s comment. “I am excited to meet some of the authors I have been reading for so many years.”
“Anyone in particular you’re happiest about?” Zayne figured he wouldn’t recognize any of their names anyway, unless it was a book that had been made into a movie at some point like Tom Clancy. That was a name he knew.
“There is a mystery author – his novels were some of the first ‘grown up’ books I read in English.” He’d cut his trilingual teeth on trashy romance novels, and still enjoyed them, but the mysteries a friend had given him pushed his grasp of English more than anything else had. They were possibly even part of the reason he’d become a cop in the first place. “He is going to be there and is the one I have to see. What about you? Is there anyone on the list I gave you that you want to meet?”
Zayne shook his head. “I’m still trying to figure out why the narco insisted I come along with you guys. I don’t read, baby. You know this. Why did he get me a ticket? I’m barely fucking literate, Zek!”
Andrej shook his head. “You are smarter than you or Jay gives you credit for. I am positive you will have a good time.”
If only because he knew Andrej was going to be beside himself with joy, Zayne nodded. “Anytime I’m with you and that redheaded idiot, I always enjoy myself, baby.”
“Thank you,” Andrej said. “Now we must go or we will be late for work.”
“And that’s never happened,” Zayne teased.
“Not since you started living with me,” Andrej reminded him. He grabbed his car keys off the dresser and grinned.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Zayne said, waving a hand in the air. “While you might be right, it’s not just because of you.”
“Oh?” Andrej opened the garage door and held it open so Zayne could scoot through. “It is not only because of me?”
“Nope,” Zayne said, punching the button for the garage door opener. It’s loud creaking and groaning put off the rest of his comment for a moment. “It’s because I’m trying to get away from the narco.”
“I heard that, cowboy,” James yelled from the doorway into the garage.
“But I love you,” Zayne called before ducking into the passenger side of Andrej’s vehicle.
“And so do I, Jay,” Andrej added.
“You, I believe,” James said, shaking his head. “Reyes, not so much.”
Fandom: Romani Detective/White Pine Original Crossover Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes + Ethan McDowell/Travis Murphy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,359
Summary: Eh, nothing actually happens here, so what’s the point? I need to write longer chapters. Hahaha. I'll make sure to get ALL THE BOYS (or at least some of them) together in the next chapter. Pinky swear.
Author’s Note: I forgot I had this written. OOPS.
“Are you sure you want to do this,” Ethan asked, leaning his shoulder against the doorjamb.
Travis was rifling through is office, putting together all the things he’d need for the few days they were going to be in Las Vegas. He wasn’t going to have time to write – they were hell bent on treating their downtime like a vacation – but he wanted to have the tools in case an idea hit him while they were there.
“No,” Travis said, bent over a desk drawer. “But I committed and I can’t back out. Well, I can, but I think my agent would drop me if I tried.”
“No she wouldn’t,” Ethan laughed. “You bring her too much money. But I’m proud of you.”
He looked up from the drawer and frowned at Ethan. “Am I that much of a recluse?”
“Not at all,” Ethan said, stepping into Travis’ office. “But you like to stay where you’re comfortable and to you, comfort is White Pine.”
“That’s very true,” Travis said, sighing and going back to rifling through his desk.
“It is for me, too,” Ethan said. “Aside from our rare trips to Minden Lake and my short stint in Garret, I’m getting to a point where I appreciate small town life, I think.”
That made Travis smile. “Thank you,” he said. “Even if you’re lying through your teeth, thank you.”
Ethan chuckled. “I’m not completely lying. I mean, a little excitement never hurt anyone, but this is definitely my home, Murphy. I’m not going anywhere.”
“So glad to hear it,” Travis said. “You packed?”
“Just about,” he said. “Just waiting on the dryer to finish so we have socks and underwear.”
“Socks are important,” Travis agreed. He pulled a small spiral notebook out of the drawer and put it on the desk. “Underwear is optional.”
“I’d worry about you,” Ethan said, leaning in to kiss Travis’ face. “But we are going to Las Vegas so…”
“Underwear is optional!”
“No,” Ethan said, shaking his head. “No it is not. Unless we’re home alone. Then, it’s totally optional.”
Grinning, Travis shut the drawer and stood. Wrapping his arms around Ethan, he said, “These are the reasons why I married you.”
“And all this time I thought it was because of my rock hard abs.”
“Those didn’t hurt, baby,” Travis teased, giving Ethan’s belly a pinch.
“Have you ever been to Vegas before,” Travis asked as they got off the freeway and started driving down Las Vegas Boulevard – the infamous Strip – looking for where they’d be staying for the next few days. Travis’ publisher had gotten them a room in a luxury condo tower for the duration of the convention.
“Twice,” Ethan said. “Once for training while I worked for the department in Minden Lake.”
“And the other?” Travis was watching the big, flashy buildings as they drove past.
Ethan tore his eyes off the traffic-laden roadway for a split second. “You don’t want to know about my other trip.”
Travis made a face. “Oh, so you went to Vegas with Dickhead, then?”
“Um…”
“I’m not mad, baby,” Travis said, reaching across the car and giving Ethan’s leg a squeeze. “It was before we met, in another life even. But I can’t bring myself to say his name either.”
“Oh,” Ethan said, relieved. Neither he nor Travis was very fond of discussing that particular asshole. “Yeah, I took a road trip with Reid once, when we were barely legal. It was a long time ago.” Back when things had been good between them and the world still held possibilities.
Travis nodded and changed the subject. “I’ve been looking into things to do while you’re here,” he said. “You can go skydiving if you want.”
“Not so sure if I want, Murph,” Ethan laughed.
“What are you going to do then?”
Ethan shrugged and took the right turn that the GPS suggested. “I don’t know. Go to the convention with you. Meet some people. Load up on enough books that we can’t get the car back up the mountain?”
“Told you we should have brought the truck,” Travis chided.
“If we’d brought your truck,” Ethan smirked, pulling into the parking lot of the condo tower, “we’d be stuck somewhere outside Cedar City right now.”
“At least there’s a Cracker Barrel there,” Travis said. “Mmm, hash brown casserole.”
“Good point,” Ethan agreed, sliding the car into the first available spot he found. He shut off the engine and looked at his husband. “You ready for this?”
“Hell no,” Travis said, a nervous giggle bubbling up. “But let’s go in and get registered before I make you take me back home.”
**
“Are you excited about tomorrow,” Zayne asked. He was sitting on the edge of Andrej’s bed, watching his partner get dressed. It was one of Zayne’s favorite pastimes, only edged out by watching Zeklos get undressed. That was always a delight to behold. Even better when Zek let him help.
“Yes,” Andrej said, turning away from the mirror and giving Zayne a tense smile. “But I am also –”
“Also what,” Zayne asked. Getting up from his spot, he moved closer to Andrej. He ran a hand down the curve of one shoulder, loving the smooth lines of his boyfriend’s body. “Scared? Nervous? Freaked out?”
Andrej made a face. “All of those maybe? I do not know. English is a difficult language and all of your slang only makes it harder.”
“It’ll be fine,” Zayne said, squeezing Andrej’s shoulder. “We will have a good time. And maybe one day you’ll figure out how to speak like you live here.”
“Yes, we will,” Andrej said, ignoring the last half of Zayne’s comment. “I am excited to meet some of the authors I have been reading for so many years.”
“Anyone in particular you’re happiest about?” Zayne figured he wouldn’t recognize any of their names anyway, unless it was a book that had been made into a movie at some point like Tom Clancy. That was a name he knew.
“There is a mystery author – his novels were some of the first ‘grown up’ books I read in English.” He’d cut his trilingual teeth on trashy romance novels, and still enjoyed them, but the mysteries a friend had given him pushed his grasp of English more than anything else had. They were possibly even part of the reason he’d become a cop in the first place. “He is going to be there and is the one I have to see. What about you? Is there anyone on the list I gave you that you want to meet?”
Zayne shook his head. “I’m still trying to figure out why the narco insisted I come along with you guys. I don’t read, baby. You know this. Why did he get me a ticket? I’m barely fucking literate, Zek!”
Andrej shook his head. “You are smarter than you or Jay gives you credit for. I am positive you will have a good time.”
If only because he knew Andrej was going to be beside himself with joy, Zayne nodded. “Anytime I’m with you and that redheaded idiot, I always enjoy myself, baby.”
“Thank you,” Andrej said. “Now we must go or we will be late for work.”
“And that’s never happened,” Zayne teased.
“Not since you started living with me,” Andrej reminded him. He grabbed his car keys off the dresser and grinned.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Zayne said, waving a hand in the air. “While you might be right, it’s not just because of you.”
“Oh?” Andrej opened the garage door and held it open so Zayne could scoot through. “It is not only because of me?”
“Nope,” Zayne said, punching the button for the garage door opener. It’s loud creaking and groaning put off the rest of his comment for a moment. “It’s because I’m trying to get away from the narco.”
“I heard that, cowboy,” James yelled from the doorway into the garage.
“But I love you,” Zayne called before ducking into the passenger side of Andrej’s vehicle.
“And so do I, Jay,” Andrej added.
“You, I believe,” James said, shaking his head. “Reyes, not so much.”