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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2018-09-23 08:33 pm
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2018-09-23 08:33 pm
Stocks and Bondage (Romani Detective Original Fiction)
Title: Stocks and Bondage
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes + Andrej Zeklos (Andy’s having none of them tonight)
Rating: NC-17-ish
Word Count: 501
Summary: Zayne’s lost something and James helps him find it.
Author’s Note: Only these two, I swear to all that’s shiny. Is it bad that the very second I saw my prompt of ‘stocks and bondage’ that this is where I went? Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words.
“You need to get a grip, cowboy,” James said, looking down at where Reyes was on his knees, looking up at him.
“But I can’t find them,” Zayne whined.
“They’re around here somewhere, promise,” James said, holding out his hand. “C’mon, get up before Andy suspects we’re doing something weird in here.”
“Are you two not always doing something weird,” Andrej said from the doorway. “Why is he on his knees, Jay?”
“See what I mean,” James said, looking down at Zayne again and wiggling his fingers.
Zayne grabbed James’ outstretched hand in a tight grip and heaved himself to his feet. “Thanks for the hand, gingerbread.”
“Anytime, Reyes,” James replied.
“And to answer your question, Zek, I was looking for my spare set of handcuffs. I thought I’d put them on the shelf in the closet where I store all of my other extras for work, but they’re not up there.”
“I have not seen them,” Andrej said, looking around Zayne’s disorganized bedroom. “And I would not know where to suggest you start looking for them either.”
“Thanks for nothin’,” Zayne teased.
Andrej looked around the room again and sighed. “If you kept your room neater maybe you wouldn’t lose things so much.”
Two Days Later
“Hey cowboy,” James whispered from his bedroom doorway. “Come here.”
“What’s up,” Zayne asked, sticking his head out of his own room.
“Come here,” James repeated, waving Zayne into his room.
“Okay, okay,” Zayne said, leaving his room and entering James’.
James shut the door behind Zayne. “I found your missing handcuffs.”
“You did?” Zayne’s face lit up. “Where were they?”
“Under my pillow,” he laughed.
“What?” Zayne started to laugh along with the redhead and then stopped. “Oh shit, I forgot about that night.”
“Yeah, so did I,” James agreed. “Which is odd considering how long it took for the bruises to heal.”
“How are your wrists by the way?” Zayne reached out and took one of James’ hands into his own, turning it over with his fingers.
“Good,” he said, letting Zayne continue to hold onto him. “Which is why I think I forgot about the lesson in the stock market I was giving you.”
Zayne snorted. “Yeah, too bad we never finished that conversation; I think I still need to diversify my portfolio, narco.”
“I think I can help you with that,” James said, dangling Zayne’s missing cuffs from a finger.
“Make sure you put them back when you’re done this time,” Andrej shouted as he passed by with a basket full of clean laundry. “I will not help look for them if you misplace them again.”
“How –” James began. “The door –”
“I bet he found them when he made your bed,” Zayne offered.
“Son of a bitch,” James snorted. “We really can’t keep anything from him, can we?”
“Nope,” Zayne agreed. “Not even worth trying.”
“So, what do you think? Up for a little stock talk?”
Zayne grinned. “Only if you can promise me a good return, gingerbread.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes + Andrej Zeklos (Andy’s having none of them tonight)
Rating: NC-17-ish
Word Count: 501
Summary: Zayne’s lost something and James helps him find it.
Author’s Note: Only these two, I swear to all that’s shiny. Is it bad that the very second I saw my prompt of ‘stocks and bondage’ that this is where I went? Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words.
“You need to get a grip, cowboy,” James said, looking down at where Reyes was on his knees, looking up at him.
“But I can’t find them,” Zayne whined.
“They’re around here somewhere, promise,” James said, holding out his hand. “C’mon, get up before Andy suspects we’re doing something weird in here.”
“Are you two not always doing something weird,” Andrej said from the doorway. “Why is he on his knees, Jay?”
“See what I mean,” James said, looking down at Zayne again and wiggling his fingers.
Zayne grabbed James’ outstretched hand in a tight grip and heaved himself to his feet. “Thanks for the hand, gingerbread.”
“Anytime, Reyes,” James replied.
“And to answer your question, Zek, I was looking for my spare set of handcuffs. I thought I’d put them on the shelf in the closet where I store all of my other extras for work, but they’re not up there.”
“I have not seen them,” Andrej said, looking around Zayne’s disorganized bedroom. “And I would not know where to suggest you start looking for them either.”
“Thanks for nothin’,” Zayne teased.
Andrej looked around the room again and sighed. “If you kept your room neater maybe you wouldn’t lose things so much.”
Two Days Later
“Hey cowboy,” James whispered from his bedroom doorway. “Come here.”
“What’s up,” Zayne asked, sticking his head out of his own room.
“Come here,” James repeated, waving Zayne into his room.
“Okay, okay,” Zayne said, leaving his room and entering James’.
James shut the door behind Zayne. “I found your missing handcuffs.”
“You did?” Zayne’s face lit up. “Where were they?”
“Under my pillow,” he laughed.
“What?” Zayne started to laugh along with the redhead and then stopped. “Oh shit, I forgot about that night.”
“Yeah, so did I,” James agreed. “Which is odd considering how long it took for the bruises to heal.”
“How are your wrists by the way?” Zayne reached out and took one of James’ hands into his own, turning it over with his fingers.
“Good,” he said, letting Zayne continue to hold onto him. “Which is why I think I forgot about the lesson in the stock market I was giving you.”
Zayne snorted. “Yeah, too bad we never finished that conversation; I think I still need to diversify my portfolio, narco.”
“I think I can help you with that,” James said, dangling Zayne’s missing cuffs from a finger.
“Make sure you put them back when you’re done this time,” Andrej shouted as he passed by with a basket full of clean laundry. “I will not help look for them if you misplace them again.”
“How –” James began. “The door –”
“I bet he found them when he made your bed,” Zayne offered.
“Son of a bitch,” James snorted. “We really can’t keep anything from him, can we?”
“Nope,” Zayne agreed. “Not even worth trying.”
“So, what do you think? Up for a little stock talk?”
Zayne grinned. “Only if you can promise me a good return, gingerbread.”