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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Two Too Many
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos, James Rosewood+Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 409
Summary: Andrej comes home to a mess and contemplates the state of his relationships.
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt sharpiesgal left over at comment-fic. I think she did this on purpose.
Andrej rubbed the back of his neck as he surveyed the destruction of his living room. The couch cushions were dislodged and crooked, the afghan that hung across the back was on the recliner. Clothes were scattered on every flat surface, causing him to do a double take. There were four pairs of jeans, three t-shirts, several pairs of boxers, and more socks than he could count. They hadn’t just gotten naked, they’d gotten into a fight.
Typical.
“Why can they not even fold clothes without having an argument,” he asked the empty room, bending to start gathering the laundry scattered all over the place. Dropping a pair of Zayne’s boxers and one of James’ t-shirts into the basket he found on the dining table, he made his way around the room picking up after his boys.
The trail of clothing led him down the hall and towards the bedroom, where he found them in a pile, naked and sleeping. Andrej rolled his eyes and threw the laundry he’d collected in the hall into the basket to be washed later. Most of it was likely what they’d had on before the fight broke out, but Andrej was at a point where he wasn’t sure if he cared or not.
“Sunteți astfel de copii,” he grumbled, frustrated enough by their antics to default to his native tongue.
“Nu sunt un copil,” Zayne muttered sleepily, curling into James’ side.
Andrej snorted. Of course, he’d know how to say ‘I’m not a child’ in Romanian. It was one of a handful of phrases Zayne had picked up over the years. That and ‘I love you’ were about the only ones he managed to use properly, however. Not that Andrej minded, that Zayne remembered any of it at all was a miracle.
“Yes, you are,” he replied to his boyfriend who was already asleep again. He shook his head and left them sleeping. It would be a hell of a lot easier to clean up their mess without them bickering over who started what and why.
All he’d wanted was a home, enough food, and maybe someone to share his nights with. One boyfriend had been perfect. Two, well, two had been a challenge and, for the most part, it had been amazing. But then, there were days, when two lovers were one too many.
And then, there were days like today when he had two too many boyfriends and not enough patience.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos, James Rosewood+Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 409
Summary: Andrej comes home to a mess and contemplates the state of his relationships.
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt sharpiesgal left over at comment-fic. I think she did this on purpose.
Andrej rubbed the back of his neck as he surveyed the destruction of his living room. The couch cushions were dislodged and crooked, the afghan that hung across the back was on the recliner. Clothes were scattered on every flat surface, causing him to do a double take. There were four pairs of jeans, three t-shirts, several pairs of boxers, and more socks than he could count. They hadn’t just gotten naked, they’d gotten into a fight.
Typical.
“Why can they not even fold clothes without having an argument,” he asked the empty room, bending to start gathering the laundry scattered all over the place. Dropping a pair of Zayne’s boxers and one of James’ t-shirts into the basket he found on the dining table, he made his way around the room picking up after his boys.
The trail of clothing led him down the hall and towards the bedroom, where he found them in a pile, naked and sleeping. Andrej rolled his eyes and threw the laundry he’d collected in the hall into the basket to be washed later. Most of it was likely what they’d had on before the fight broke out, but Andrej was at a point where he wasn’t sure if he cared or not.
“Sunteți astfel de copii,” he grumbled, frustrated enough by their antics to default to his native tongue.
“Nu sunt un copil,” Zayne muttered sleepily, curling into James’ side.
Andrej snorted. Of course, he’d know how to say ‘I’m not a child’ in Romanian. It was one of a handful of phrases Zayne had picked up over the years. That and ‘I love you’ were about the only ones he managed to use properly, however. Not that Andrej minded, that Zayne remembered any of it at all was a miracle.
“Yes, you are,” he replied to his boyfriend who was already asleep again. He shook his head and left them sleeping. It would be a hell of a lot easier to clean up their mess without them bickering over who started what and why.
All he’d wanted was a home, enough food, and maybe someone to share his nights with. One boyfriend had been perfect. Two, well, two had been a challenge and, for the most part, it had been amazing. But then, there were days, when two lovers were one too many.
And then, there were days like today when he had two too many boyfriends and not enough patience.
