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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Midnight Aspirations
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13-ish (suggestive but not explicit)
Word Count: 508
Summary: Zayne wakes and watches Andrej sleep.
Author’s Note: Written for Day 11 of the June challenge at 1_million_words. The four prompts were: in the bedroom, midnight blue, sleeping, and cupboard. I hit all but the last.
The fan blew a cool breeze across his bare skin, sending a shiver up his spine. Chilly, he pulled the dark blanket up to his chin, inhaling the scent of his boyfriend’s favorite laundry detergent. That his boyfriend even had a favorite detergent – laundry and dish, honestly – made him smile. But that was Zeklos for you, he thought.
At the thought of Andrej, Zayne rolled onto his side and watched his partner sleeping on the pillow beside him. The redhead had decided to stay at his own place due to a late night of surveillance followed by an early morning meeting, so he’d had one of those rare nights alone with Zeklos. Nights that were too few and far between for Zayne’s tastes.
Not that he minded having the narco around, he didn’t. Honestly, he enjoyed the spirited banter they shared whenever Zeklos was out of hearing range. They had to keep it to a minimum when he was within earshot because Zek hated when they fought. One day, he’d figure out James’ teasing and Zayne’s annoyed responses were purely foreplay and nothing else. But, for the sake of their boyfriend’s sanity, they tried to keep it under wraps unless they were alone.
Despite the deepening friendship and scorching hot romantic partnership he shared with the ginger, Zayne still ached for time alone with Andrej. Sometimes, he wanted to kick himself for never figuring out his feelings all those years had been more than friendship. Because he was so deep in denial, Zayne missed so many chances at being happy with the man. Now, he had to share. Sharing was okay but being selfish and keeping Zeklos all to himself had its perks, too.
Two deep blue eyes opened and asked him a silent question. He replied with a gentle kiss, one that he wanted to take further, but it was half past the middle of the night and was reluctant to push his luck. As if reading his mind, Andrej allowed his mouth to open, accepting Zayne’s unspoken request. He straddled Andrej’s body, pressing their forms together, deepening the once chaste kiss. This was something else he’d never expected: the sheer amount of passion contained within his partner. Not that he believed Zeklos was frigid, but to have this level of desire in him? It had been a shock.
A very, very pleasant shock. One he took advantage of at every given opportunity. Like now.
They were going to regret this late night romp in the morning, but he was going to do his level best to make sure neither of them regretted it now.
“You are going to be the death of me,” Andrej muttered into Zayne’s neck. “But I promise to enjoy every minute of my demise.”
Chuckling, Zayne kissed that sweet spot just behind Andrej’s ear. “As much as I hope I’m never the cause of your death, I hope that I can give you as much pleasure as humanly possible,” he said, nipping at the bare skin of his lover’s neck. “Starting now.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13-ish (suggestive but not explicit)
Word Count: 508
Summary: Zayne wakes and watches Andrej sleep.
Author’s Note: Written for Day 11 of the June challenge at 1_million_words. The four prompts were: in the bedroom, midnight blue, sleeping, and cupboard. I hit all but the last.
The fan blew a cool breeze across his bare skin, sending a shiver up his spine. Chilly, he pulled the dark blanket up to his chin, inhaling the scent of his boyfriend’s favorite laundry detergent. That his boyfriend even had a favorite detergent – laundry and dish, honestly – made him smile. But that was Zeklos for you, he thought.
At the thought of Andrej, Zayne rolled onto his side and watched his partner sleeping on the pillow beside him. The redhead had decided to stay at his own place due to a late night of surveillance followed by an early morning meeting, so he’d had one of those rare nights alone with Zeklos. Nights that were too few and far between for Zayne’s tastes.
Not that he minded having the narco around, he didn’t. Honestly, he enjoyed the spirited banter they shared whenever Zeklos was out of hearing range. They had to keep it to a minimum when he was within earshot because Zek hated when they fought. One day, he’d figure out James’ teasing and Zayne’s annoyed responses were purely foreplay and nothing else. But, for the sake of their boyfriend’s sanity, they tried to keep it under wraps unless they were alone.
Despite the deepening friendship and scorching hot romantic partnership he shared with the ginger, Zayne still ached for time alone with Andrej. Sometimes, he wanted to kick himself for never figuring out his feelings all those years had been more than friendship. Because he was so deep in denial, Zayne missed so many chances at being happy with the man. Now, he had to share. Sharing was okay but being selfish and keeping Zeklos all to himself had its perks, too.
Two deep blue eyes opened and asked him a silent question. He replied with a gentle kiss, one that he wanted to take further, but it was half past the middle of the night and was reluctant to push his luck. As if reading his mind, Andrej allowed his mouth to open, accepting Zayne’s unspoken request. He straddled Andrej’s body, pressing their forms together, deepening the once chaste kiss. This was something else he’d never expected: the sheer amount of passion contained within his partner. Not that he believed Zeklos was frigid, but to have this level of desire in him? It had been a shock.
A very, very pleasant shock. One he took advantage of at every given opportunity. Like now.
They were going to regret this late night romp in the morning, but he was going to do his level best to make sure neither of them regretted it now.
“You are going to be the death of me,” Andrej muttered into Zayne’s neck. “But I promise to enjoy every minute of my demise.”
Chuckling, Zayne kissed that sweet spot just behind Andrej’s ear. “As much as I hope I’m never the cause of your death, I hope that I can give you as much pleasure as humanly possible,” he said, nipping at the bare skin of his lover’s neck. “Starting now.”
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Date: 2019-06-14 10:42 pm (UTC)