Not your same ol&#39; love story

Andy woke with a groan. His head was killing him and his mouth felt like he had swallowed a wad of cotton.

He heard an answering groan and felt a body shift next to him.

He opened his eyes and looked at his bed partner.

Seeing that it was Zayne laying half-dressed beside him, had him muttering impercations at himself in his native tongue and fleeing into his bathroom.

Zayne heard the muttering and opened his eyes in time to see Andy flee into the bathroom wearing the flannel shirt he had worn to work the day before.

"Oh shit!!" he breathed. "I really screwed the pooch this time."

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LMAO. Accurate. One of them needs a hickey though. :D
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Shutting the door behind him, Andrej leaned heavily on the sink. Afraid to meet his own eyes, terrified of what he might find in his own expression, he stared at his hands. Hands that were trembling even though they were flat on the tile.

He lifted his hands to his face and rubbed at his crusty eyes. Forcing himself to focus, he tried to figure out how they’d wound up here, in his home. Gah, in his bed.

“Nu, nu, nu,” he muttered.

Andrej glanced at the closed door and could hear the smooth sounds of Zayne’s voice floating towards him. He smiled when he realized that his partner’s accent was more pronounced early in the morning.

“What went wrong,” he muttered.

They’d left the station, elated at having managed a confession out of their suspect. Zayne had wanted to celebrate because, of course he did. Andrej had offered up take out and Zayne had offered up drinks. Separating in the parking lot, they’d agreed to meet here, at Andrej’s home.

Sighing, Andrej made a face. He’d returned home only moments before Zayne had, take out Thai in hand. Zayne had a six pack in one hand, a brown paper bag in the other.

“Oh no,” he groaned.

Tequila.

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Tequila equals To Kill Ya...lol

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Zayne sat up and dropped his aching head into his hands quietly cursing himself in Spanish.

He was in a world of trouble and didn't know how he was going to get out of it without hurting Zek's feelings and ruining their working relationship.

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I have Kenny stuck in my head at the moment and he's singing, "You and tequila make me crazy..."
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They hadn’t had that much to drink. Well, he hadn’t, but Zek? Sometimes he wondered if that boy ever had any fun. He lifted his throbbing head and glanced towards the bathroom.

“Zek,” he called out as loud as he dared. “You okay in there?”

There was a muffled response that sounded like it was in the affirmative, so he flopped back onto the bed and pulled the covers over his head.

Mistake.

All he could smell was Zeklos’ clean, inviting scent. God, how the hell had they ended up here? And, more to the point, what the hell had happened between them?
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Okay, I’ll stop taunting you now. 😊

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Nooooo you can’t stop there!

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Hahaha... it's Sharpie's turn. Go yell at her. :D

(But if she's done playing then I'll definitely finish this up for all of us.)

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Oiy!!!

I was stuck at work and couldn't reply. :(

Let me take care of the fur children before I continue to torment the boys.

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I’m home and about to go to bed... so it’ll be something to look forward to in the morning.

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Sweet dreams. :D If you can sleep after this mess. Hahaha.

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Pretty sure I slept fine, but then again I take drugs to make sure I do. Or at least to make sure I go to sleep. Don't necessarily stay asleep.

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It's all good, I figured you were stuck in hell anyway.

Feed and walk the girls, there's no rush. I'm sure Andy's not ready to come out of the bathroom yet anyway. HAHAHA.

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Not for awhile anyway.

This might explain why he threw himself at James. ;)

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You survived and that's what counts. :D

Hey now, James was the aggressor in that situation. Just ask Zayne...

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I couldn't read the rest...

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I'll have to put it all together into a post once we're done so you can. :)

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So? Are ya done?

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Um, not quite. It's taken itself on a road to nowhere. LMAO.

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ROTFL I know that feeling.

I started my story for this month last night and the scene I wrote this morning... it's probably going to get deleted.

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Words are words. Sometimes you have to get the wrong ones out before you can find the right ones.

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Ended up working it into the story.

Kinda lost the point of what I started with... but I'll hopefully get there... in the next 8 days.

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Nooooo you can’t stop there!

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Andy had finally worked up the courage to look into the mirror when he heard Zayne ask him if he was okay.

"Yes, Zayne, I'm okay," he answered, the lie falling easily from his lips.

He doubted that he ever would be okay again. He had slipped up and slept with his partner. Although he could tell that they hadn't been intimate despite the hickey peeking above the collar of Zayne's shirt.

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Fingering the collar of Zayne's favorite flannel, Andy pulled it back enough to get a closer look at the mark on his neck. There was no doubting that it was a love bite. He was torn between mortification and a desire to tackle Zayne and finish whatever they'd left undone.

That, however, was not a good idea. Not a good idea at all.

"Are you going to stay in there all day," Zayne called from the other side of the door. He sounded closer, which also was not a good thing. "I'm getting hungry, Zek. Honestly, I'm starving."

Me, too, Andy thought, chiding himself immediately for having such thoughts at a time like this.

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Yes but I think Zayne and Andy are starving for two different things.

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Yeah, they are.

I had to continue this on my journal because my phone was being a butt nugget this morning wouldn't let post the next bit.

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*giggles*

Guess I'll have to go find it later.

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But I couldn't continue reading :-(

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No lies detected. Hahaha.

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