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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: All’s Fair in Love and Bedsheets
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,672
Summary: Wednesday mornings usually aren’t quite like this.
Author’s Note: Written for the June Bingo challenge at 1_million_words. This completes my card by filling the squares for bedroom wars, Yes… these are the people I’ve given my heart to, and It’s a good thing you two are usually more fun than this.
Wednesday mornings weren’t usually like this. On the contrary, he usually woke up with Zayne’s arm across his chest and all the covers gone. Or, if he had spent the previous night with James, they’d each be on their own side, the covers evenly distributed between the two of them. James might have his faults, but he definitely shared better than Zayne. But no, this was not his usual Wednesday morning and it was only partly because of the holiday.
The holiday meant no work. No work meant that his boys conspired against him and they all wound up in a big, sweaty heap in bed by eight o’clock. And that was what made this Wednesday so much better than practically any other that had come before it. Especially since he knew neither Zayne nor James were ever content with ‘just one time’.
Andrej stretched as best he could without disturbing the men sleeping on either side of him. His body ached, but it was that wonderful kind of worn out soreness that he only got from a rowdy night with his boys. James was on his side, facing away from Andrej but Zayne was flat on his back, arms outstretched, fingers brushing Andrej’s side.
Figuring Zayne might be the best place to start, Andrej brushed his fingers across his boyfriend’s forehead, speaking softly. “Zayne?”
“Mmm?”
“Let me up, please,” he asked.
“No,” Zayne muttered. “You’re mine, you can’t leave.”
“Not even if I promise to bring back donuts?”
One eye opened and checked for any signs of deceit. “Okay, but only for donuts.”
Zayne slid out from under the covers, taking his perfect, naked ass into the bathroom. Andrej hesitated, not wanting to disrupt his view of this blessed sight.
“Stop ogling the cowboy, Andy,” James muttered without opening his eyes. “And go get our donuts.”
Caught, Andrej blushed. “I was not ogling,” he lied, climbing out of bed and following Zayne into the bathroom.
“Don’t be long,” Zayne said, pinching Andrej’s naked ass as he passed. “We never got around to everything we talked about last night.”
Another blush colored Andrej’s cheeks. Some of the things they’d suggested last night had caught him off guard, to say the least. “I will be gone as long as I need to be, Zayne.”
It took him all of forty-five minutes to return with the donuts – a concession that he’d made on occasion when Zayne complained they never ate ‘real breakfast food’ – and coffee. Even though it was barely six in the morning, the mercury was already inching towards ninety-five degrees. The only plus was the lack of humidity, making the heat a tiny bit more bearable. He gave a momentary thought to the weather back in Romania and decided that, although it was likely cooler, it was also likely raining. Sometimes, Andrej missed the rain and then, other times, he was thankful for the clear blue desert skies above.
Setting the food down onto the kitchen counter, he went back to the bedroom to let James and Zayne know he was home. Before he managed to get halfway down the hall, he could hear them arguing already. Shaking his head, wondering what on earth they could be fighting about this time, Andrej jogged the last couple feet to the bedroom door.
“Damnit, cowboy,” James shouted, “you cannot have all the blankets!”
“I’m cold, narco,” Zayne shouted back. “Deal with it.”
“You wouldn’t be so damn cold if you didn’t turn the air down and insist on having the fan blowing directly on you!”
“It’s the only way I can sleep,” Zayne whined. “I grew up in Texas, remember? It’s hot as hell in Texas in the summer! Not all of us got to spend our time in the freaking mountains.”
“You act like it never gets hot there either.”
“Not Texas hot, it doesn’t!”
“It is too early to be fighting,” Andrej said, interrupting them. “And I have food.”
“Go ahead and have at the donuts, narco,” Zayne said, giving Andrej a conspiratorial grin. “I’ll keep Zek warm while you eat.”
“Not on your life, asshole,” James shot back. “He’s mine, too, you know.”
“Whatever,” Zayne said, holding his arms out to Andrej. “He was my partner first.”
“But he was my boyfriend first!”
“Doesn’t matter, he was still mine before he was yours!”
Andrej shut his mouth and left before they remembered he was home. There was no way they were going to drag him into that argument again. God only knows, he’d nearly put his foot in it the first time. They all knew he’d been in love with Zayne for years before he’d ever met James. It was one of those things that he tried not to discuss around either of them. Although Zayne had been oblivious to Andrej’s feelings for a long time, Reyes still loved to rub it in anytime James pissed him off.
It really was a messy situation.
Sighing, Andrej got plates out of the cupboard and tried not to think about those early days when Zayne dated every female he could get his hands on. On one hand, it had been a good thing that Zayne was so open in his preferences. It kept Andrej from hoping for something he thought would never happen. On the other, Zayne put Andrej’s hear through the ringer on a daily basis. Sometimes, he was surprised Zayne never caught on.
A smile crossed his face when he remembered their first kiss – how he’d grabbed Zayne to keep from blowing their cover. God, and then Zayne’s taunting after. Not to mention the second kiss… then the third. He’d gone from dreaming about locking lips with that sexy cowboy to committing that particular sin three times in ten minutes. It had been a good case.
Well, until he’d gotten drugged, but that was a story for another day.
“I’m not sure what you’re thinking about,” Zayne said, voice low and suggestive, “but I know what that look means. And I like it.”
He backed Andrej into the refrigerator, one hand on either side of Zeklos’ head. Heart kicking into overdrive, Andrej nearly laughed at how real life was mocking his memories. Zayne pressed his mouth against Andrej’s, melding their bodies together in the kitchen.
“Jesus,” James groaned. “People have to eat in here, Reyes. Leave him alone.”
Zayne flipped him off while continuing to kiss Andrej. Hearing the frustration in James’ voice, Andrej put a hand against Zayne’s chest and pressed. “Maybe we should not in the kitchen, Zayne.”
Looking down at Andrej, Zayne licked his lips. “Yeah, sure,” he grunted. Zayne stole one last, quick kiss before he turned and stuck his tongue out at the redhead. “You two are usually more fun than this. What gives?”
“You’re being a selfish asshole,” James replied.
“Uh-huh,” Zayne said, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter beside the refrigerator. “Like you aren’t trying to lay claim to Zeklos yourself?”
“Of course I am,” James spluttered. He held his hands out, palms up. “I mean, why wouldn’t I be? I love him, he’s the best. And while I like you, cowboy, you aren’t and never will be Andy.”
An odd sort of smile crossed Zayne’s face. It held both understanding and a touch of sadness in it. “You don’t have to tell me that. I’ve spent the last several years trying to accept that I’m never going to be half the detective he is.” He flicked his eyes towards Zeklos. “Or a quarter of the man. But then, I think that’s why he likes me so much. I’m a work in progress.”
“Constantly under construction,” James joked.
“Fuck you, gingerbread,” Zayne laughed. “Like you’re any better.”
Andrej closed his eyes and leaned back against the refrigerator, afraid to move for fear one or the other would grab him and the fight would start all over again. How on earth did he manage to fall for two men who were so very different from one another? Not just in looks where one was dark and rugged while the other was pale and refined, but also with such differing personalities and temperaments. It was a mystery to him but he’d accepted long ago that yes, these were the men he’d given his heart to. They might be arrogant, obnoxious idiots, but they were his arrogant, obnoxious idiots.
“He’s got that look again,” Zayne said, drawing Andrej out of his thoughts.
“Any idea what it means,” James asked.
“Not sure but I bet we could find out if we tried.”
“Challenge accepted,” James said.
Before he could get his eyes open, he could feel four hands and two mouths on his body. He had so much history with Zayne, but there was so much future still left to explore with them both. Zayne was kissing the curve of his neck, Andrej knew it was him by the sound of his breath. James was busy pressing his lips to Andrej’s stomach, his intent to move lower clear as day.
“I thought you said this was inappropriate behavior for the kitchen,” Andrej muttered, despite his desire for neither man to stop.
“You’re correct,” James said, pulling back and allowing Andrej’s shirt to fall back into place.
“Agreed,” Zayne muttered into Andrej’s neck. Removing his mouth from Andrej’s skin, he looked at his boyfriend and winked. “Maybe we need to move this into a more appropriate room?”
“Like the bedroom,” James suggested.
“No,” Andrej gasped, ashamed by his inability to contain his libido. “Living room. Just… just lock the doors please.”
Zayne snorted. “Yeah those damn women seem to find it amusing whenever they ‘stumble’ across us in a compromising situation.”
“You know they do that on purpose,” James said. He took Andrej by the arm and tugged until he followed. “Lock both locks, Reyes, can’t take any chances.”
Zayne grinned. “Well, some chances can be fun, don’t you think?”
“Oh yeah,” James agreed. “And sometimes they turn out better than expected.”
Andrej couldn’t argue with that.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,672
Summary: Wednesday mornings usually aren’t quite like this.
Author’s Note: Written for the June Bingo challenge at 1_million_words. This completes my card by filling the squares for bedroom wars, Yes… these are the people I’ve given my heart to, and It’s a good thing you two are usually more fun than this.
Wednesday mornings weren’t usually like this. On the contrary, he usually woke up with Zayne’s arm across his chest and all the covers gone. Or, if he had spent the previous night with James, they’d each be on their own side, the covers evenly distributed between the two of them. James might have his faults, but he definitely shared better than Zayne. But no, this was not his usual Wednesday morning and it was only partly because of the holiday.
The holiday meant no work. No work meant that his boys conspired against him and they all wound up in a big, sweaty heap in bed by eight o’clock. And that was what made this Wednesday so much better than practically any other that had come before it. Especially since he knew neither Zayne nor James were ever content with ‘just one time’.
Andrej stretched as best he could without disturbing the men sleeping on either side of him. His body ached, but it was that wonderful kind of worn out soreness that he only got from a rowdy night with his boys. James was on his side, facing away from Andrej but Zayne was flat on his back, arms outstretched, fingers brushing Andrej’s side.
Figuring Zayne might be the best place to start, Andrej brushed his fingers across his boyfriend’s forehead, speaking softly. “Zayne?”
“Mmm?”
“Let me up, please,” he asked.
“No,” Zayne muttered. “You’re mine, you can’t leave.”
“Not even if I promise to bring back donuts?”
One eye opened and checked for any signs of deceit. “Okay, but only for donuts.”
Zayne slid out from under the covers, taking his perfect, naked ass into the bathroom. Andrej hesitated, not wanting to disrupt his view of this blessed sight.
“Stop ogling the cowboy, Andy,” James muttered without opening his eyes. “And go get our donuts.”
Caught, Andrej blushed. “I was not ogling,” he lied, climbing out of bed and following Zayne into the bathroom.
“Don’t be long,” Zayne said, pinching Andrej’s naked ass as he passed. “We never got around to everything we talked about last night.”
Another blush colored Andrej’s cheeks. Some of the things they’d suggested last night had caught him off guard, to say the least. “I will be gone as long as I need to be, Zayne.”
It took him all of forty-five minutes to return with the donuts – a concession that he’d made on occasion when Zayne complained they never ate ‘real breakfast food’ – and coffee. Even though it was barely six in the morning, the mercury was already inching towards ninety-five degrees. The only plus was the lack of humidity, making the heat a tiny bit more bearable. He gave a momentary thought to the weather back in Romania and decided that, although it was likely cooler, it was also likely raining. Sometimes, Andrej missed the rain and then, other times, he was thankful for the clear blue desert skies above.
Setting the food down onto the kitchen counter, he went back to the bedroom to let James and Zayne know he was home. Before he managed to get halfway down the hall, he could hear them arguing already. Shaking his head, wondering what on earth they could be fighting about this time, Andrej jogged the last couple feet to the bedroom door.
“Damnit, cowboy,” James shouted, “you cannot have all the blankets!”
“I’m cold, narco,” Zayne shouted back. “Deal with it.”
“You wouldn’t be so damn cold if you didn’t turn the air down and insist on having the fan blowing directly on you!”
“It’s the only way I can sleep,” Zayne whined. “I grew up in Texas, remember? It’s hot as hell in Texas in the summer! Not all of us got to spend our time in the freaking mountains.”
“You act like it never gets hot there either.”
“Not Texas hot, it doesn’t!”
“It is too early to be fighting,” Andrej said, interrupting them. “And I have food.”
“Go ahead and have at the donuts, narco,” Zayne said, giving Andrej a conspiratorial grin. “I’ll keep Zek warm while you eat.”
“Not on your life, asshole,” James shot back. “He’s mine, too, you know.”
“Whatever,” Zayne said, holding his arms out to Andrej. “He was my partner first.”
“But he was my boyfriend first!”
“Doesn’t matter, he was still mine before he was yours!”
Andrej shut his mouth and left before they remembered he was home. There was no way they were going to drag him into that argument again. God only knows, he’d nearly put his foot in it the first time. They all knew he’d been in love with Zayne for years before he’d ever met James. It was one of those things that he tried not to discuss around either of them. Although Zayne had been oblivious to Andrej’s feelings for a long time, Reyes still loved to rub it in anytime James pissed him off.
It really was a messy situation.
Sighing, Andrej got plates out of the cupboard and tried not to think about those early days when Zayne dated every female he could get his hands on. On one hand, it had been a good thing that Zayne was so open in his preferences. It kept Andrej from hoping for something he thought would never happen. On the other, Zayne put Andrej’s hear through the ringer on a daily basis. Sometimes, he was surprised Zayne never caught on.
A smile crossed his face when he remembered their first kiss – how he’d grabbed Zayne to keep from blowing their cover. God, and then Zayne’s taunting after. Not to mention the second kiss… then the third. He’d gone from dreaming about locking lips with that sexy cowboy to committing that particular sin three times in ten minutes. It had been a good case.
Well, until he’d gotten drugged, but that was a story for another day.
“I’m not sure what you’re thinking about,” Zayne said, voice low and suggestive, “but I know what that look means. And I like it.”
He backed Andrej into the refrigerator, one hand on either side of Zeklos’ head. Heart kicking into overdrive, Andrej nearly laughed at how real life was mocking his memories. Zayne pressed his mouth against Andrej’s, melding their bodies together in the kitchen.
“Jesus,” James groaned. “People have to eat in here, Reyes. Leave him alone.”
Zayne flipped him off while continuing to kiss Andrej. Hearing the frustration in James’ voice, Andrej put a hand against Zayne’s chest and pressed. “Maybe we should not in the kitchen, Zayne.”
Looking down at Andrej, Zayne licked his lips. “Yeah, sure,” he grunted. Zayne stole one last, quick kiss before he turned and stuck his tongue out at the redhead. “You two are usually more fun than this. What gives?”
“You’re being a selfish asshole,” James replied.
“Uh-huh,” Zayne said, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter beside the refrigerator. “Like you aren’t trying to lay claim to Zeklos yourself?”
“Of course I am,” James spluttered. He held his hands out, palms up. “I mean, why wouldn’t I be? I love him, he’s the best. And while I like you, cowboy, you aren’t and never will be Andy.”
An odd sort of smile crossed Zayne’s face. It held both understanding and a touch of sadness in it. “You don’t have to tell me that. I’ve spent the last several years trying to accept that I’m never going to be half the detective he is.” He flicked his eyes towards Zeklos. “Or a quarter of the man. But then, I think that’s why he likes me so much. I’m a work in progress.”
“Constantly under construction,” James joked.
“Fuck you, gingerbread,” Zayne laughed. “Like you’re any better.”
Andrej closed his eyes and leaned back against the refrigerator, afraid to move for fear one or the other would grab him and the fight would start all over again. How on earth did he manage to fall for two men who were so very different from one another? Not just in looks where one was dark and rugged while the other was pale and refined, but also with such differing personalities and temperaments. It was a mystery to him but he’d accepted long ago that yes, these were the men he’d given his heart to. They might be arrogant, obnoxious idiots, but they were his arrogant, obnoxious idiots.
“He’s got that look again,” Zayne said, drawing Andrej out of his thoughts.
“Any idea what it means,” James asked.
“Not sure but I bet we could find out if we tried.”
“Challenge accepted,” James said.
Before he could get his eyes open, he could feel four hands and two mouths on his body. He had so much history with Zayne, but there was so much future still left to explore with them both. Zayne was kissing the curve of his neck, Andrej knew it was him by the sound of his breath. James was busy pressing his lips to Andrej’s stomach, his intent to move lower clear as day.
“I thought you said this was inappropriate behavior for the kitchen,” Andrej muttered, despite his desire for neither man to stop.
“You’re correct,” James said, pulling back and allowing Andrej’s shirt to fall back into place.
“Agreed,” Zayne muttered into Andrej’s neck. Removing his mouth from Andrej’s skin, he looked at his boyfriend and winked. “Maybe we need to move this into a more appropriate room?”
“Like the bedroom,” James suggested.
“No,” Andrej gasped, ashamed by his inability to contain his libido. “Living room. Just… just lock the doors please.”
Zayne snorted. “Yeah those damn women seem to find it amusing whenever they ‘stumble’ across us in a compromising situation.”
“You know they do that on purpose,” James said. He took Andrej by the arm and tugged until he followed. “Lock both locks, Reyes, can’t take any chances.”
Zayne grinned. “Well, some chances can be fun, don’t you think?”
“Oh yeah,” James agreed. “And sometimes they turn out better than expected.”
Andrej couldn’t argue with that.
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