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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Spinning to Nowhere
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 539
Summary: Andrej is trying to get Zayne and James to be healthier so he makes them attend a spin class with him.
Author’s Note: Written for September’s comment fic challenge at 1_million_words. Also based on my bike ride this morning where the baby faced assassin did my out of shape ass in.
“Holy hell,” Zayne groaned, throwing his leg over the stationary bike and onto the floor. “That was rough.”
“It was,” James agreed, running a towel over his dripping face. “Why did we do this again?”
“Because Zeklos asked us to,” he said, following James’ lead with the towel. “He’s worried that we’re not getting enough activity. And before you ask, sex doesn’t count.”
“Leave it to you to have asked,” James laughed. “Although I wish he wasn’t so concerned for our health sometimes.”
“Ditto,” Zayne agreed.
“You are both whiners,” Andrej said, towel draped over his shoulder. “And this proves you need more exercise.”
“Whatever,” Zayne said, waving a hand at his partner. “ I need a shower.”
“I am not surprised this was difficult for Zayne,” Andrej said. “But you run, Jay. I am shocked you did not do better.”
“Dude, I can run at my own pace,” James said, sipping from his water bottle. “This was brutal.”
“They don’t call the instructor the baby faced assassin for nothing,” a passing classmate said. “He’s tough, but cute.” Shrugging, she moved out of the studio and towards the locker room.
“See,” Zayne said. “I knew it, he was trying to kill us.”
“He was not,” Andrej sighed. “Go, take your showers, both of you. I will be right along.”
As soon as both men had left the studio, the young instructor with the shaved head approached him. “So, still thinking about buying a bike, Andrej?”
Smiling, Andrej nodded. “I am,” he said. “But I am now wondering if I will need three.”
The instructor looked out at the departing cyclists and laughed. “I have a feeling you might be the only one interested.”
“You may be right,” Andrej agreed. “But I have my ways of convincing them otherwise.”
“Good luck then,” he said and waved as Andrej left the studio.
Entering the locker room, Andrej found both Zayne and James sitting, hunched over. “I thought you were going to shower?”
“We were,” James said, “but then we sat down to take our shoes off.”
“And then we couldn’t get back up,” Zayne added.
“You are so sad,” Andrej said, shaking his head. “I am going to shower. If you can manage to do the same, we can get breakfast on our way home.”
“You know, I liked him better when he was into yoga,” James said.
“I’m beginning to think I liked him better when he was just my partner,” Zayne grumbled. “He had less control of my life then.”
“Right,” James snorted as he forced himself to his feet. “Your life was split between Maxwell ordering you around and Andy keeping you in line. Come on,” he said, holding out a hand. “I’m starving. And if I’m starving, you must be ready to eat your towel.”
“Gross, you know where that towel’s been, gingerbread,” Zayne teased as James hauled him to his feet. “But you’re right. Not much could get me to move right now, but food is definitely one of them.”
Hobbling into he showers, they made a pact to try and find something less deadly form of exercise to turn Andrej onto. Neither figured they’d be successful, but it couldn’t hurt to try. For everyone’s sake.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 539
Summary: Andrej is trying to get Zayne and James to be healthier so he makes them attend a spin class with him.
Author’s Note: Written for September’s comment fic challenge at 1_million_words. Also based on my bike ride this morning where the baby faced assassin did my out of shape ass in.
“Holy hell,” Zayne groaned, throwing his leg over the stationary bike and onto the floor. “That was rough.”
“It was,” James agreed, running a towel over his dripping face. “Why did we do this again?”
“Because Zeklos asked us to,” he said, following James’ lead with the towel. “He’s worried that we’re not getting enough activity. And before you ask, sex doesn’t count.”
“Leave it to you to have asked,” James laughed. “Although I wish he wasn’t so concerned for our health sometimes.”
“Ditto,” Zayne agreed.
“You are both whiners,” Andrej said, towel draped over his shoulder. “And this proves you need more exercise.”
“Whatever,” Zayne said, waving a hand at his partner. “ I need a shower.”
“I am not surprised this was difficult for Zayne,” Andrej said. “But you run, Jay. I am shocked you did not do better.”
“Dude, I can run at my own pace,” James said, sipping from his water bottle. “This was brutal.”
“They don’t call the instructor the baby faced assassin for nothing,” a passing classmate said. “He’s tough, but cute.” Shrugging, she moved out of the studio and towards the locker room.
“See,” Zayne said. “I knew it, he was trying to kill us.”
“He was not,” Andrej sighed. “Go, take your showers, both of you. I will be right along.”
As soon as both men had left the studio, the young instructor with the shaved head approached him. “So, still thinking about buying a bike, Andrej?”
Smiling, Andrej nodded. “I am,” he said. “But I am now wondering if I will need three.”
The instructor looked out at the departing cyclists and laughed. “I have a feeling you might be the only one interested.”
“You may be right,” Andrej agreed. “But I have my ways of convincing them otherwise.”
“Good luck then,” he said and waved as Andrej left the studio.
Entering the locker room, Andrej found both Zayne and James sitting, hunched over. “I thought you were going to shower?”
“We were,” James said, “but then we sat down to take our shoes off.”
“And then we couldn’t get back up,” Zayne added.
“You are so sad,” Andrej said, shaking his head. “I am going to shower. If you can manage to do the same, we can get breakfast on our way home.”
“You know, I liked him better when he was into yoga,” James said.
“I’m beginning to think I liked him better when he was just my partner,” Zayne grumbled. “He had less control of my life then.”
“Right,” James snorted as he forced himself to his feet. “Your life was split between Maxwell ordering you around and Andy keeping you in line. Come on,” he said, holding out a hand. “I’m starving. And if I’m starving, you must be ready to eat your towel.”
“Gross, you know where that towel’s been, gingerbread,” Zayne teased as James hauled him to his feet. “But you’re right. Not much could get me to move right now, but food is definitely one of them.”
Hobbling into he showers, they made a pact to try and find something less deadly form of exercise to turn Andrej onto. Neither figured they’d be successful, but it couldn’t hurt to try. For everyone’s sake.
