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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Muy Caliente
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Word Count: 781
Rating: PG-13
Summary: James and Zayne are working in the yard and it’s damn hot.
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt at comment_fic.
“God damn, it’s hot,” Zayne whined. He wiped his face with the back of hand. The bandana he’d wrapped around his forehead was soaked to capacity. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know what state his hat was in.
“Did you forget you lived in the desert, cowboy?” James looked up from where he was weeding the garden and grinned.
Zayne walked up behind the redhead, took off his hat, and shook his sweaty hair.
“Oh god, gross,” James yelled, leaping to his feet. He swiped a hand across his face, uselessly.
“Hah,” Zayne smirked. “That’s what you get for being a jerk. And you probably shouldn’t bother. No way of telling what was my sweat and what was already yours.”
“Truth,” James admitted. He opened his mouth to say something more and stopped. Zayne’s skin was naturally tan, a gorgeous caramel color due to his father’s Hispanic lineage but spending the last few days in the yard had deepened his natural color to an enticing golden brown. His thick, dark hair stood out in a wild, sweaty mess. Bright green eyes, the only thing he’d inherited from his mother’s side of the family, were luminescent in the desert sunshine.
“You okay, narco?” Zayne put the edge trimmer down and studied his boyfriend. “It’s kinda weird, you’re both sunburned and pale at the same time.” He motioned to his cheeks. “You’re all read here but the rest of your face is the same freckly white as usual. Do you need some water?”
“No,” James said, snapping out of his reverie. “I’m fine.”
But he really wasn’t. Zayne’s t-shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to every muscular curve of the cowboy’s chest. When he used the hem to wipe his face, Zayne exposed a long stretch of washboard abs. It was enough to make your mouth water.
“Right,” Zayne said, shrugging. “If you say so.”
“I do,” James said, turning back to the weeds growing in the tomatoes. “What the hell does Andy feed these basil plants? They’re like two feet tall.”
“They like the heat,” Zayne said. “He says they go nuts every summer, which is why we eat so much pasta.”
“Like you’ve ever turned down a bowl of noodles in your life,” James teased.
“Nope, but even I like a variety, narco.”
“Is that why you have two boyfriends, Reyes?”
No, he had two boyfriends because the two most amazing men in the world wanted to be his boyfriend. Who in their right mind would say no to that? Not him, that was for sure. He couldn’t say that, not to James anyway. Zek, yeah, because Zek was different. But the narco, he’d only make him regret it. “Nah,” he said instead. “I have two boyfriends because my partner and your boyfriend couldn’t make up his damn mind.” Which was only a small portion of the truth.
James grinned. “Sure, Jan. More like you discovered you had the feels for your partner only after I started dating him. But we’ll let that go since it’s worked out for all of us.”
“Yeah,” Zayne said, walking over towards the house. “Maybe. You’re still a pain in my ass though.”
“You’d miss me if I wasn’t.” James leaned over the edge of the raised bed and dug with the trowel, trying to dislodge a particularly stubborn weed.
“Keep telling yourself that,” Zayne said, reaching for the hose.
“Eh, I know it’s true,” James said, back still to the cowboy. “I’m sure I’d miss your mouthy ass if you weren’t around, too.”
“Maybe,” Zayne said, turning the handle on the hose bibb. He lifted the nozzle and aimed it at the back of the ginger’s head. “But maybe not.”
He pulled the trigger.
The stream of water hit its mark, startling the redhead.
“Goddamn you, Reyes,” James shouted. “I’m going to get you for this.”
Grinning, Zayne aimed the hose at the center of James’ chest, soaking him even more than he already was. He dropped the hose, knowing that Rosewood was going to tear him a new one for this little stunt and not really caring much. Kicking his shoes off, Zayne threw open the sliding glass door and entered the living room.
“Going inside isn’t going to save you,” James shouted.
Zayne just smiled. “You think Zek’s going to let you inside dripping wet?”
“I hate you,” James growled.
“You love me,” Zayne countered. “Which is the only reason why you haven’t dragged me back out into the yard.”
“Just remember, cowboy,” James said, pointing a finger at Zayne. “Revenge is a dish best served cold. You’ll get yours.”
“I’m not scared,” Zayne said. “Bring it on, gingerbread.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Word Count: 781
Rating: PG-13
Summary: James and Zayne are working in the yard and it’s damn hot.
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt at comment_fic.
“God damn, it’s hot,” Zayne whined. He wiped his face with the back of hand. The bandana he’d wrapped around his forehead was soaked to capacity. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know what state his hat was in.
“Did you forget you lived in the desert, cowboy?” James looked up from where he was weeding the garden and grinned.
Zayne walked up behind the redhead, took off his hat, and shook his sweaty hair.
“Oh god, gross,” James yelled, leaping to his feet. He swiped a hand across his face, uselessly.
“Hah,” Zayne smirked. “That’s what you get for being a jerk. And you probably shouldn’t bother. No way of telling what was my sweat and what was already yours.”
“Truth,” James admitted. He opened his mouth to say something more and stopped. Zayne’s skin was naturally tan, a gorgeous caramel color due to his father’s Hispanic lineage but spending the last few days in the yard had deepened his natural color to an enticing golden brown. His thick, dark hair stood out in a wild, sweaty mess. Bright green eyes, the only thing he’d inherited from his mother’s side of the family, were luminescent in the desert sunshine.
“You okay, narco?” Zayne put the edge trimmer down and studied his boyfriend. “It’s kinda weird, you’re both sunburned and pale at the same time.” He motioned to his cheeks. “You’re all read here but the rest of your face is the same freckly white as usual. Do you need some water?”
“No,” James said, snapping out of his reverie. “I’m fine.”
But he really wasn’t. Zayne’s t-shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to every muscular curve of the cowboy’s chest. When he used the hem to wipe his face, Zayne exposed a long stretch of washboard abs. It was enough to make your mouth water.
“Right,” Zayne said, shrugging. “If you say so.”
“I do,” James said, turning back to the weeds growing in the tomatoes. “What the hell does Andy feed these basil plants? They’re like two feet tall.”
“They like the heat,” Zayne said. “He says they go nuts every summer, which is why we eat so much pasta.”
“Like you’ve ever turned down a bowl of noodles in your life,” James teased.
“Nope, but even I like a variety, narco.”
“Is that why you have two boyfriends, Reyes?”
No, he had two boyfriends because the two most amazing men in the world wanted to be his boyfriend. Who in their right mind would say no to that? Not him, that was for sure. He couldn’t say that, not to James anyway. Zek, yeah, because Zek was different. But the narco, he’d only make him regret it. “Nah,” he said instead. “I have two boyfriends because my partner and your boyfriend couldn’t make up his damn mind.” Which was only a small portion of the truth.
James grinned. “Sure, Jan. More like you discovered you had the feels for your partner only after I started dating him. But we’ll let that go since it’s worked out for all of us.”
“Yeah,” Zayne said, walking over towards the house. “Maybe. You’re still a pain in my ass though.”
“You’d miss me if I wasn’t.” James leaned over the edge of the raised bed and dug with the trowel, trying to dislodge a particularly stubborn weed.
“Keep telling yourself that,” Zayne said, reaching for the hose.
“Eh, I know it’s true,” James said, back still to the cowboy. “I’m sure I’d miss your mouthy ass if you weren’t around, too.”
“Maybe,” Zayne said, turning the handle on the hose bibb. He lifted the nozzle and aimed it at the back of the ginger’s head. “But maybe not.”
He pulled the trigger.
The stream of water hit its mark, startling the redhead.
“Goddamn you, Reyes,” James shouted. “I’m going to get you for this.”
Grinning, Zayne aimed the hose at the center of James’ chest, soaking him even more than he already was. He dropped the hose, knowing that Rosewood was going to tear him a new one for this little stunt and not really caring much. Kicking his shoes off, Zayne threw open the sliding glass door and entered the living room.
“Going inside isn’t going to save you,” James shouted.
Zayne just smiled. “You think Zek’s going to let you inside dripping wet?”
“I hate you,” James growled.
“You love me,” Zayne countered. “Which is the only reason why you haven’t dragged me back out into the yard.”
“Just remember, cowboy,” James said, pointing a finger at Zayne. “Revenge is a dish best served cold. You’ll get yours.”
“I’m not scared,” Zayne said. “Bring it on, gingerbread.”
