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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Some Beach Somewhere Day 2 Part 2
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,713
Summary: Another day, another drunken night.
Author’s Note: I’m thinking these guys are going to need an intervention by the time they return home. Also, I didn't proofread this as well as I should have, so if you see something, say something. LOL
Day 2 – Saturday Evening
“Who gets to ask the first question,” Jake asked, settling onto the loveseat with Hilary.
“Me,” Zayne said before anyone could object.
“Fine, cowboy,” James said. “Go for it. What’s your question?”
“I’ll go easy on you to start,” Zayne said, grinning. “Never have I ever been thrown out of a bar.”
Andrej lifted his shot glass and drank.
“Wait, what?” Jake looked around the room. “If anyone here hadn’t been thrown out of a bar, I’d have picked Zeklos.”
“He went in to get Zayne one night when he was on a bender,” Trish explained. “Andy got between Zayne and the guy he was arguing with and wound up getting tossed along with this dumbass.”
“It is true,” Andrej said, feeling better for having had a shot. The questions were only going to get more embarrassing and invasive from here. “Although it was not my fault.”
“Okay, my turn,” James said. “Never have I ever been caught by my parents.”
Jake, Zayne, and Hilary all took a shot.
“Looks like some of us are more careful than others,” Zayne commented.
“Or would rather not risk our parents finding out about our proclivities,” Trish laughed. “I know I didn’t want mine to know.”
“Okay, good point,” Zayne confessed. “Next question is yours, girly.”
Trish gave him the finger. “Never have I ever bought a marital aid.” She didn’t even wait until she finished the question before knocking back her shot. “No regrets.”
“What is a marital aid,” Andrej asked, looking around the room. Trish leaned over and whispered something in his ear, causing his face to flush deeply. “Oh,” he said, and lifted the shot glass to his mouth.
“Wait,” Hilary shouted. “I have to know. Are you drinking because you’re embarrassed, or do you have sex toys stashed in your room somewhere?”
“Good question, Andy,” James said. “I know I’d like to know.”
“You mean you don’t,” Zayne asked, genuinely surprised.
“If he’s using them with you and not me, I’m going to be pissed, Reyes.”
“I don’t think he uses it at all anymore,” Zayne said. “But I could be wrong. I mean, you two weren’t even dating when I found it.”
Andrej put his face in his hands and sighed.
“What is it though,” Trish asked. “I’m going to guess a big ass vibrator.”
“And, it glows in the dark,” Zayne added with a grin. He leaned over and kissed the back of Andrej’s neck, letting him know it was okay. “Not all that different from the one I bought you all those years ago, Hil.” He lifted his shot glass and drank.
“Best thing you ever gave me, too,” she teased. “Guess I ought to drink too, then.”
James and Jake looked at each other and cracked up. “Lord, I don’t even know where to go from here,” Jake said. “Let’s see. Never have I ever had sex in my sibling’s room.”
“I might have to down the bottle after all the times I did that just to spite my brother, Robbie,” Zayne said, saluting the group with his glass.
“I never did it to spite my brother, but we did share a room,” James said. “My partner picked the wrong bed.”
“Now that’s funny shit,” Trish said. “I’ll drink to that.”
“That’s not how the game works, Rollins,” James laughed. “But go for it.”
“Never have I ever called someone the wrong name during sex,” Hilary said. “Zayne.”
“I was wasted off my ass,” he laughed before taking a drink. “Doesn’t count.”
“And what was your excuse last week,” James asked.
“Hey, I called you by his name,” Zayne said, pointing at Andrej. “I don’t think that counts either.”
“Oh, it does,” Trish said. “But it’s not as hurtful.”
“You are all very strange,” Jake said, shaking his head. Glancing down at his phone, he smiled. “Here’s a good one. Never have I ever been to a swingers party with my significant other.”
Zayne looked at Hilary, who looked at Trish, who looked at Andrej.
“Does a swingers hotel count,” Trish asked, bursting into laughter.
“And pretending a gay man is my husband,” Hilary added. “While my actual ex is pretending to be married to my lesbian partner?”
“I – I don’t want to know,” James said, laughing. “Next question.”
“Never have I ever made out while at work,” Trish asked, looking pointedly at Zayne.
“Bitch, I know,” he laughed and drank. “Both with your partner and mine.”
Trish giggled. “I know, it’s why I asked.”
“I’ve not made out with Maxwell, but I have with Zayne and Andy both,” James added.
“Don’t even think about it,” Hilary told Jake before he could say a word. “I’m not risking that again. Reyes and I were lucky that Andy was the one who caught us.”
“Truth,” Zayne said, taking another shot.
“Never have I ever had a neighbor bang on my door because my partner and I were being too loud,” Jake said.
James and Zayne both lifted their glasses.
“This is why I own a house,” Andrej said, taking a drink of solidarity since he’d been with James more than once when this had happened.
“If your neighbors can hear you,” Trish said. “I need to know what’s going on because that’s impressive.”
“He’s got some serious lung capacity,” James pointed out.
“I am going to stop answering questions and just drink from here on out,” Andrej muttered, getting up and heading into the kitchen.
“You think he’s going for a bigger glass,” Trish asked.
“A bigger glass and the orange juice,” Hilary laughed.
When Andrej returned a few moments later, he had a large juice glass filled with the predicted OJ. He sat and poured a hefty measure of tequila into it. “I am not going to survive this weekend.”
“Not if you keep drinking like that,” Jake laughed. “And you haven’t asked a question yet, either.”
“I will not,” Andrej responded. “I cannot,” he corrected himself with a sigh.
“Cool, I’ll take his question,” James said, winking at his boyfriend. “Never have I ever had sex in public.”
Trish raised her glass and grinned. Andrej looked at Zayne, blushed, and lifted his glass and took a hefty swallow.
Hilary grinned. “I’m thinking you and I have a lot more in common that I first thought, Andy,” she said. “And half of it is Zayne’s fault.”
“No,” Andrej said, blushing even harder. “It was not with Zayne. Or rather, not the first time.”
“First time?” James’ eyes were wide. “How many times have you had sex in public, Andy?”
“Four?” He looked at Zayne again, thinking.
“Only once with me, baby,” Zayne said with a chuckle.
“When the hell did you do it the other three times?”
“Jay, it is not what you think,” Andrej said, taking another drink. He was going to need a refill before the next question at this rate. Delving into his pre-American past did that to him sometimes. “When I was still living at home, there were not many options for me. The barn our family shared with our neighbors was the only safe place for me to… meet my friend.” He shrugged. “And that was only twice. Then Eli…”
Zayne laughed loudly. “Oh that little minx, how did I not guess that he was one of them? You little deviant.”
“You do not have any room to talk,” Andrej shot back. “How long were you sitting beside my bed that night?”
“Long enough to figure a few things out that I had always wondered about,” Zayne responded.
“Zayne Adrián Reyes,” Hilary spluttered. “With all the porn you possess, you still thought you needed to watch Andy and his boy toy have sex?”
“I don’t have any gay porn, Hil,” he said with a shrug. “Besides, they were pretty hot together.”
“Oh god,” Andrej muttered in Romanian before downing another large swallow of his orange juice.
“Not as hot as we are though,” he said, winking at Andrej.
“So, this leads me to want to ask another question,” Hilary said. Never have I ever had sex in the rain.”
Andrej finished off his glass. “We were drenched and trying to get warm,” he said by way of explanation. “It happened and I do not regret one second of it.”
“Not even that nasty ass cold you got after,” Zayne asked, eyes dancing with the memory.
“No,” Andrej said, returning Zayne’s affectionate gaze. “I would do it again, too.”
“Wait, so that day I came by and he was in bed and you looked like you’d just gotten out of the shower…?”
Zayne shrugged, sipping at his shot of tequila.
“You asshole,” James said, sounding as jealous as he felt.
“It was not intentional,” Andrej said.
“You got caught in the rain,” James repeated.
“Yeah,” Zayne said. “It started pouring out of nowhere, so we ran for the car. Because we were wet, it was cold, and we huddled together to stay warm.”
“And then you got naked in the backseat of Andy’s car because you two are freaks,” Hilary said with a grin.
“We are not freaks,” Andrej said a little blearily. “Our clothes were wet and since the heat was on, we took them off to get dry. Drier. Something.”
“And so you just decided to screw,” James asked, partially pissed, partially intrigued.
“I couldn’t help it,” Zayne admitted sheepishly. “He was naked and climbed into my lap to get warm. It was too damn tempting.”
“I can’t be mad at that,” James said, taking a drink. “Jealous, yes, but not mad.”
“Moving on,” Jake laughed. “Never have I ever picked a fight just so I could have makeup sex after.”
He lifted his glass and saluted Zayne, James, and Trish who all held theirs up at the same time.
“No wonder you two fight so much,” Andrej muttered.
“I think Andy’s feeling left out,” Trish teased.
“Nah,” Zayne said. “You fight with Zeklos, you sleep on the couch. There is no makeup sex with that boy.”
“Why should I reward you when you have hurt me,” he asked. “It does not make sense to me. Yes, later, after we have put things to rights it is okay. But right after a fight?” He shook his head.
“Although I’m more than a little guilty,” Trish said. “I can see your point, Andy. Especially since you’re dating these two. They use an argument like it’s foreplay.”
“For Zayne, it is,” Hilary laughed.
“James, too,” Jake said, then made a face. “Not that I’d know about that but… well, he likes to argue, okay?”
“Sure, Jan,” Hilary drawled. “Never have I ever left an X-rated voice mail for someone.”
“Zayne does all the time,” Andrej said with a small smile on his face.”
“And that’s how the two of you wind up locked in the unused men’s room on the fourth floor, isn’t it?”
Zayne shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not.”
“Maybe not? How do you get him up there otherwise,” Jake asked.
“I think your boyfriend’s had too much, Hil,” Zayne said, pointing at Jake. “I wouldn’t figure he’d even want an answer to that question.”
“I’m not sure I do,” Jake agreed. “But since I asked…”
Zayne snorted. “The voice messages are a sure way to get him to come find me, if only to scold me for being so vulgar. But dirty texts work just as well.”
“Again with the dick pics,” Trish laughed. “God, Andy, how do you put up with this shit?”
Hilary leaned over and showed Trish a photo on her phone. “That’s how.”
“Damn,” Trish laughed, a slight pink rising to her cheeks. “That’s better than the one he sent Hansen.”
“Yeah, well, he was sleeping with me at the time,” she said. “I don’t think Jake’s Zayne’s type.”
“And Andy is,” Trish mused. “Who would have ever thought?”
“Me,” Hilary said, raising her hand. “You have no idea how much he talked about Andy when we were together. Swear to god, Zayne even talked about him when we were in bed.”
“No,” Andrej said, standing up and shaking his head. “I cannot listen to this. Excuse me.”
Hilary watched him leave and frowned. “It’s not like Zayne ever said he wanted to hook up with him, but he talked about him in the same way a thirteen year old talks about their first crush.”
“Incessantly,” Jake said, nodding. “I get it. Rosewood was the same way after he met Zeklos the first time.”
“Y’all are embarrassing him,” Zayne said, knocking back a shot before rising to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”
“I don’t think he’s embarrassed,” James said, watching Zayne’s ass as he left the room. “I think Andy’s drunk again and feeling things he can’t put into words.”
“He told me there was a reason why he stopped drinking,” Trish said. “This might be part of it.”
“Are you okay,” Zayne asked. Andrej was leaning against the sink, eyes closed.
“I am fine,” he said, not looking at Zayne. “But I am beginning to wonder if I am a… curvă? No, that is not English a… whore? Is that the correct word?”
“I’m not sure,” Zayne said.
Andrej opened one eye and gave Zayne a lecherous smile. “Do you not know the word?”
“Whore? Yes, I know that one a little too well,” he said. “But the other – curvă – I have no fucking idea what that means.”
“Mmm,” Andrej said, closing his eyes again, shoulders slumping. “I see.”
“Do you though,” Zayne asked, pressing himself against Andrej’s body. “Because I’m not sure you understand what a whore is.”
“It is a person who has a lot of sex with a lot of people,” Andrej said, tiling his head to the side at Zayne’s urging.
“You’re missing a vital bit of information,” Zayne said, nipping at Andrej’s neck. “They do it for the money.”
“I do not get paid,” he sighed. “As a matter of fact, I am usually the one paying. Not for the sex, but for everything else.”
Zayne chuckled softly, mouth still pressed to Andrej’s skin. “My poor baby,” he muttered.
Andrej shivered. “You need to stop, everyone else is in the other room.”
“I don’t care,” Zayne said. “Not like the narco doesn’t watch us all the time.”
“That is different,” Andrej pointed out. “He is welcome to join in whenever he pleases. I do not think Hilary, Jake, or Trish would appreciate the offer.”
“You never know,” Zayne said, sliding an arm around Andrej’s back and pulling him close. “Maybe if I make you another drink.” His voice trailed off as he focused his attention on Andrej’s ear.
“I do not want to ask,” he laughed, despite his fear of getting caught. “And if you keep kissing me like this, I am going to need more than another drink.”
“He’s going to need an empty bed and an eager partner,” Hilary said over Zayne’s shoulder. “Sorry, Andy, but I was elected to come find out what the hell you two were doing.”
Pushing at Zayne’s chest, Andrej managed to wiggle out from between Zayne and the sink. “Excuse me.”
“Nope,” Hilary said, grabbing him by the arm. “You’re not going anywhere. Are you okay? Did we embarrass you out there?”
“He’s not embarrassed,” Zayne said. “He’s just worried he’s turned into a whore.”
“What?” Hilary’s hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to cover her smile. “Oh lord, Andy, with this group? That is the last damn thing you need to worry about. Seriously.”
“These questions have made me question many of my recent decisions.”
“First of all, you’re a grown ass man,” she said, slipping an arm around him and side-hugging him. “Second, you’re in a committed relationship. Admittedly, it’s very untraditional and unexpected, but it works. So, no one has any right to question or judge. Okay?”
Andrej sighed. “Okay. And I am sorry. I was raised in a very conservative family and America has been one eye opening experience after the other. You would think that the last two nights would have not shocked me and yet…” He shrugged.
“It’s okay,” she said, giving him a last squeeze before moving away to fix Andrej another drink. “Besides, it’s one thing to see something explicit on TV or read it in a book. But to be asked some of these questions directly? I mean, shit, even Rollins was blushing at one point. It’s all in good fun.”
“She’s right,” Zayne said, taking the drink from Hilary and handing it to Andrej. “Besides, think about how riled up all this is going to make the gingerbread. We’re going to have fun tonight.”
“Okay, Reyes,” Hilary laughed. “That is quite enough. Come on, let’s finish this damn game so we can all go to bed.”
“Go on,” Andrej said to them both. “I will be right out. I promise,” he added seeing the looks on their faces.
“Okay, but if you’re not out in five minutes, I’m sending both redheads in to get you,” Hilary threatened.
Rolling his eyes, Andrej shooed them both out of the kitchen. Returning to his position against the sink, he downed half the drink Hilary had made him. It was the only way he was going to be able to return to the living room. With a smile, he added more tequila and a splash of orange juice to his glass. He could return to his alcohol ban when they got home, right? This was his vacation after all.
“Ah, there he is,” Trish said. “I was hoping I’d get to bodily remove you from the kitchen.”
Pleasantly buzzed, Andrej laughed. “Sorry to ruin all your fun,” he joked. “What is the current question?”
“Um,” Trish hedged, looking around the room. “Never have I ever had sex with someone else nearby.”
“Didn’t we all sorta do that one last night,” Zayne asked. “And no, Rollins, I don’t really want to know if you went solo or not.”
Trish snorted. “How do you know I didn’t drag your ex off into a spare room and have my way with her?”
“Other than the fact that I’m pretty sure she’d be much closer to you right now?”
“I’m going to beat your ass, Zayne,” Hilary laughed, threatening him with a balled-up fist.
“You love me too much,” he teased. “I’m not afraid.”
“God help us if tomorrow night turns into a session of drunken truth or dare,” Jake said. “We’ll all wind up naked and fucking if that’s the case.”
“I am going to go home now,” Andrej said, laughing louder than he had all day. “Or maybe tomorrow. I am well and truly too drunk to make it to my bed at this point.”
“Holy shit,” James barked. “I didn’t think he’d ever admit to that.”
“I think it’s time to call it a night,” Hilary said.
“Wait, can’t Reyes and Zeklos answer the question first?”
“Well, if you’d been in the kitchen ten minutes ago, you’d have seen that they were both more than willing to throw down with us out here.”
“Only because he’s been drinking,” James defended. “If he were sober, he’d have never let Zayne get that close to him.”
Chuckling, Zayne kissed Andrej’s cheek. “Don’t listen to him, baby. I know what a kinky son of a bitch you can be.”
“I am in agreement with Hilary,” Andrej said, pulling away from Zayne before he gave in to his more primal urges. “Can we go to bed now?”
“You’re not going to get an argument out of me,” Zayne said. “I’m eager to get back to what we were doing in the kitchen.”
“And what exactly were you two getting up to in there,” Trish asked, rising from the couch and stretching.
“Nothing,” Andrej lied. He lifted his glass to his lips and started drinking. It would be too easy to tell her he was four seconds from getting naked.
“Nothing more than canoodling,” Hilary said. “But had I been five minutes later, someone would have been pantless for sure. Probably Andy given the aggressive way Zayne was going at him.”
Andrej grabbed the nearly empty bottle of tequila. “I will be in our room.”
Trish snorted as Andrej made his way slowly and unsteadily up the stairs. “I kinda like him like this,” she said.
“Me, too,” Hilary agreed. “He’s still easily embarrassed, but at least he fights back.”
“You all need to leave him alone,” James said, giving them all a look.
“Sure, narco,” Trish said. “We’ll focus on you tomorrow night. I can think of a billion embarrassing questions to ask you.”
James made a face and went up the stairs after Andrej. “Reyes, you got five minutes before I lock you out.”
“He obviously has no idea of your troubled past,” Hilary laughed.
“Nah, but Zek does so he won’t be shocked when I pick the lock.”
“But will you be shocked when we land in your bed ten minutes after you do,” Jake asked, referring to the way Zayne crashed his potential party the night before.
“Try it, baby narco,” Zayne said, shrugging and heading up the stairs. “I’ve already got two boyfriends, what’s one more?”
Jake’s mouth hung open for a long second before he snapped it closed. “Asshole.”
“Trust me,” Trish said. “You’d be the one regretting that later. I mean, do you really want to see your partner getting pounded by that idiot? I mean, ew.”
“Okay, okay, enough,” Jake said, holding his hands out in front of him. “I’m going upstairs. You coming?”
“Give me five,” Hilary said, kissing Jake on the cheek. “I’ll be right there.”
“Okay,” he said. “Any more than that and I might pass the hell out.”
“Lightweight,” Trish called to his retreating back. Jake flipped her off. “I’m shocked he didn’t ask about what I said to Zayne.”
Hilary gave a half shrug. “Jake’s still new enough here that questioning something like that would never occur to him. But…”
“But you dated Zayne and he probably has some idea, right?”
“Right,” Hil said, winking. “Being as straight as straight gets, he’d never understand how bored you can get on a stakeout.”
“Amen to that,” Trish said, blowing Hilary a kiss. “Sleep tight.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,713
Summary: Another day, another drunken night.
Author’s Note: I’m thinking these guys are going to need an intervention by the time they return home. Also, I didn't proofread this as well as I should have, so if you see something, say something. LOL
Day 2 – Saturday Evening
“Who gets to ask the first question,” Jake asked, settling onto the loveseat with Hilary.
“Me,” Zayne said before anyone could object.
“Fine, cowboy,” James said. “Go for it. What’s your question?”
“I’ll go easy on you to start,” Zayne said, grinning. “Never have I ever been thrown out of a bar.”
Andrej lifted his shot glass and drank.
“Wait, what?” Jake looked around the room. “If anyone here hadn’t been thrown out of a bar, I’d have picked Zeklos.”
“He went in to get Zayne one night when he was on a bender,” Trish explained. “Andy got between Zayne and the guy he was arguing with and wound up getting tossed along with this dumbass.”
“It is true,” Andrej said, feeling better for having had a shot. The questions were only going to get more embarrassing and invasive from here. “Although it was not my fault.”
“Okay, my turn,” James said. “Never have I ever been caught by my parents.”
Jake, Zayne, and Hilary all took a shot.
“Looks like some of us are more careful than others,” Zayne commented.
“Or would rather not risk our parents finding out about our proclivities,” Trish laughed. “I know I didn’t want mine to know.”
“Okay, good point,” Zayne confessed. “Next question is yours, girly.”
Trish gave him the finger. “Never have I ever bought a marital aid.” She didn’t even wait until she finished the question before knocking back her shot. “No regrets.”
“What is a marital aid,” Andrej asked, looking around the room. Trish leaned over and whispered something in his ear, causing his face to flush deeply. “Oh,” he said, and lifted the shot glass to his mouth.
“Wait,” Hilary shouted. “I have to know. Are you drinking because you’re embarrassed, or do you have sex toys stashed in your room somewhere?”
“Good question, Andy,” James said. “I know I’d like to know.”
“You mean you don’t,” Zayne asked, genuinely surprised.
“If he’s using them with you and not me, I’m going to be pissed, Reyes.”
“I don’t think he uses it at all anymore,” Zayne said. “But I could be wrong. I mean, you two weren’t even dating when I found it.”
Andrej put his face in his hands and sighed.
“What is it though,” Trish asked. “I’m going to guess a big ass vibrator.”
“And, it glows in the dark,” Zayne added with a grin. He leaned over and kissed the back of Andrej’s neck, letting him know it was okay. “Not all that different from the one I bought you all those years ago, Hil.” He lifted his shot glass and drank.
“Best thing you ever gave me, too,” she teased. “Guess I ought to drink too, then.”
James and Jake looked at each other and cracked up. “Lord, I don’t even know where to go from here,” Jake said. “Let’s see. Never have I ever had sex in my sibling’s room.”
“I might have to down the bottle after all the times I did that just to spite my brother, Robbie,” Zayne said, saluting the group with his glass.
“I never did it to spite my brother, but we did share a room,” James said. “My partner picked the wrong bed.”
“Now that’s funny shit,” Trish said. “I’ll drink to that.”
“That’s not how the game works, Rollins,” James laughed. “But go for it.”
“Never have I ever called someone the wrong name during sex,” Hilary said. “Zayne.”
“I was wasted off my ass,” he laughed before taking a drink. “Doesn’t count.”
“And what was your excuse last week,” James asked.
“Hey, I called you by his name,” Zayne said, pointing at Andrej. “I don’t think that counts either.”
“Oh, it does,” Trish said. “But it’s not as hurtful.”
“You are all very strange,” Jake said, shaking his head. Glancing down at his phone, he smiled. “Here’s a good one. Never have I ever been to a swingers party with my significant other.”
Zayne looked at Hilary, who looked at Trish, who looked at Andrej.
“Does a swingers hotel count,” Trish asked, bursting into laughter.
“And pretending a gay man is my husband,” Hilary added. “While my actual ex is pretending to be married to my lesbian partner?”
“I – I don’t want to know,” James said, laughing. “Next question.”
“Never have I ever made out while at work,” Trish asked, looking pointedly at Zayne.
“Bitch, I know,” he laughed and drank. “Both with your partner and mine.”
Trish giggled. “I know, it’s why I asked.”
“I’ve not made out with Maxwell, but I have with Zayne and Andy both,” James added.
“Don’t even think about it,” Hilary told Jake before he could say a word. “I’m not risking that again. Reyes and I were lucky that Andy was the one who caught us.”
“Truth,” Zayne said, taking another shot.
“Never have I ever had a neighbor bang on my door because my partner and I were being too loud,” Jake said.
James and Zayne both lifted their glasses.
“This is why I own a house,” Andrej said, taking a drink of solidarity since he’d been with James more than once when this had happened.
“If your neighbors can hear you,” Trish said. “I need to know what’s going on because that’s impressive.”
“He’s got some serious lung capacity,” James pointed out.
“I am going to stop answering questions and just drink from here on out,” Andrej muttered, getting up and heading into the kitchen.
“You think he’s going for a bigger glass,” Trish asked.
“A bigger glass and the orange juice,” Hilary laughed.
When Andrej returned a few moments later, he had a large juice glass filled with the predicted OJ. He sat and poured a hefty measure of tequila into it. “I am not going to survive this weekend.”
“Not if you keep drinking like that,” Jake laughed. “And you haven’t asked a question yet, either.”
“I will not,” Andrej responded. “I cannot,” he corrected himself with a sigh.
“Cool, I’ll take his question,” James said, winking at his boyfriend. “Never have I ever had sex in public.”
Trish raised her glass and grinned. Andrej looked at Zayne, blushed, and lifted his glass and took a hefty swallow.
Hilary grinned. “I’m thinking you and I have a lot more in common that I first thought, Andy,” she said. “And half of it is Zayne’s fault.”
“No,” Andrej said, blushing even harder. “It was not with Zayne. Or rather, not the first time.”
“First time?” James’ eyes were wide. “How many times have you had sex in public, Andy?”
“Four?” He looked at Zayne again, thinking.
“Only once with me, baby,” Zayne said with a chuckle.
“When the hell did you do it the other three times?”
“Jay, it is not what you think,” Andrej said, taking another drink. He was going to need a refill before the next question at this rate. Delving into his pre-American past did that to him sometimes. “When I was still living at home, there were not many options for me. The barn our family shared with our neighbors was the only safe place for me to… meet my friend.” He shrugged. “And that was only twice. Then Eli…”
Zayne laughed loudly. “Oh that little minx, how did I not guess that he was one of them? You little deviant.”
“You do not have any room to talk,” Andrej shot back. “How long were you sitting beside my bed that night?”
“Long enough to figure a few things out that I had always wondered about,” Zayne responded.
“Zayne Adrián Reyes,” Hilary spluttered. “With all the porn you possess, you still thought you needed to watch Andy and his boy toy have sex?”
“I don’t have any gay porn, Hil,” he said with a shrug. “Besides, they were pretty hot together.”
“Oh god,” Andrej muttered in Romanian before downing another large swallow of his orange juice.
“Not as hot as we are though,” he said, winking at Andrej.
“So, this leads me to want to ask another question,” Hilary said. Never have I ever had sex in the rain.”
Andrej finished off his glass. “We were drenched and trying to get warm,” he said by way of explanation. “It happened and I do not regret one second of it.”
“Not even that nasty ass cold you got after,” Zayne asked, eyes dancing with the memory.
“No,” Andrej said, returning Zayne’s affectionate gaze. “I would do it again, too.”
“Wait, so that day I came by and he was in bed and you looked like you’d just gotten out of the shower…?”
Zayne shrugged, sipping at his shot of tequila.
“You asshole,” James said, sounding as jealous as he felt.
“It was not intentional,” Andrej said.
“You got caught in the rain,” James repeated.
“Yeah,” Zayne said. “It started pouring out of nowhere, so we ran for the car. Because we were wet, it was cold, and we huddled together to stay warm.”
“And then you got naked in the backseat of Andy’s car because you two are freaks,” Hilary said with a grin.
“We are not freaks,” Andrej said a little blearily. “Our clothes were wet and since the heat was on, we took them off to get dry. Drier. Something.”
“And so you just decided to screw,” James asked, partially pissed, partially intrigued.
“I couldn’t help it,” Zayne admitted sheepishly. “He was naked and climbed into my lap to get warm. It was too damn tempting.”
“I can’t be mad at that,” James said, taking a drink. “Jealous, yes, but not mad.”
“Moving on,” Jake laughed. “Never have I ever picked a fight just so I could have makeup sex after.”
He lifted his glass and saluted Zayne, James, and Trish who all held theirs up at the same time.
“No wonder you two fight so much,” Andrej muttered.
“I think Andy’s feeling left out,” Trish teased.
“Nah,” Zayne said. “You fight with Zeklos, you sleep on the couch. There is no makeup sex with that boy.”
“Why should I reward you when you have hurt me,” he asked. “It does not make sense to me. Yes, later, after we have put things to rights it is okay. But right after a fight?” He shook his head.
“Although I’m more than a little guilty,” Trish said. “I can see your point, Andy. Especially since you’re dating these two. They use an argument like it’s foreplay.”
“For Zayne, it is,” Hilary laughed.
“James, too,” Jake said, then made a face. “Not that I’d know about that but… well, he likes to argue, okay?”
“Sure, Jan,” Hilary drawled. “Never have I ever left an X-rated voice mail for someone.”
“Zayne does all the time,” Andrej said with a small smile on his face.”
“And that’s how the two of you wind up locked in the unused men’s room on the fourth floor, isn’t it?”
Zayne shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not.”
“Maybe not? How do you get him up there otherwise,” Jake asked.
“I think your boyfriend’s had too much, Hil,” Zayne said, pointing at Jake. “I wouldn’t figure he’d even want an answer to that question.”
“I’m not sure I do,” Jake agreed. “But since I asked…”
Zayne snorted. “The voice messages are a sure way to get him to come find me, if only to scold me for being so vulgar. But dirty texts work just as well.”
“Again with the dick pics,” Trish laughed. “God, Andy, how do you put up with this shit?”
Hilary leaned over and showed Trish a photo on her phone. “That’s how.”
“Damn,” Trish laughed, a slight pink rising to her cheeks. “That’s better than the one he sent Hansen.”
“Yeah, well, he was sleeping with me at the time,” she said. “I don’t think Jake’s Zayne’s type.”
“And Andy is,” Trish mused. “Who would have ever thought?”
“Me,” Hilary said, raising her hand. “You have no idea how much he talked about Andy when we were together. Swear to god, Zayne even talked about him when we were in bed.”
“No,” Andrej said, standing up and shaking his head. “I cannot listen to this. Excuse me.”
Hilary watched him leave and frowned. “It’s not like Zayne ever said he wanted to hook up with him, but he talked about him in the same way a thirteen year old talks about their first crush.”
“Incessantly,” Jake said, nodding. “I get it. Rosewood was the same way after he met Zeklos the first time.”
“Y’all are embarrassing him,” Zayne said, knocking back a shot before rising to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”
“I don’t think he’s embarrassed,” James said, watching Zayne’s ass as he left the room. “I think Andy’s drunk again and feeling things he can’t put into words.”
“He told me there was a reason why he stopped drinking,” Trish said. “This might be part of it.”
“Are you okay,” Zayne asked. Andrej was leaning against the sink, eyes closed.
“I am fine,” he said, not looking at Zayne. “But I am beginning to wonder if I am a… curvă? No, that is not English a… whore? Is that the correct word?”
“I’m not sure,” Zayne said.
Andrej opened one eye and gave Zayne a lecherous smile. “Do you not know the word?”
“Whore? Yes, I know that one a little too well,” he said. “But the other – curvă – I have no fucking idea what that means.”
“Mmm,” Andrej said, closing his eyes again, shoulders slumping. “I see.”
“Do you though,” Zayne asked, pressing himself against Andrej’s body. “Because I’m not sure you understand what a whore is.”
“It is a person who has a lot of sex with a lot of people,” Andrej said, tiling his head to the side at Zayne’s urging.
“You’re missing a vital bit of information,” Zayne said, nipping at Andrej’s neck. “They do it for the money.”
“I do not get paid,” he sighed. “As a matter of fact, I am usually the one paying. Not for the sex, but for everything else.”
Zayne chuckled softly, mouth still pressed to Andrej’s skin. “My poor baby,” he muttered.
Andrej shivered. “You need to stop, everyone else is in the other room.”
“I don’t care,” Zayne said. “Not like the narco doesn’t watch us all the time.”
“That is different,” Andrej pointed out. “He is welcome to join in whenever he pleases. I do not think Hilary, Jake, or Trish would appreciate the offer.”
“You never know,” Zayne said, sliding an arm around Andrej’s back and pulling him close. “Maybe if I make you another drink.” His voice trailed off as he focused his attention on Andrej’s ear.
“I do not want to ask,” he laughed, despite his fear of getting caught. “And if you keep kissing me like this, I am going to need more than another drink.”
“He’s going to need an empty bed and an eager partner,” Hilary said over Zayne’s shoulder. “Sorry, Andy, but I was elected to come find out what the hell you two were doing.”
Pushing at Zayne’s chest, Andrej managed to wiggle out from between Zayne and the sink. “Excuse me.”
“Nope,” Hilary said, grabbing him by the arm. “You’re not going anywhere. Are you okay? Did we embarrass you out there?”
“He’s not embarrassed,” Zayne said. “He’s just worried he’s turned into a whore.”
“What?” Hilary’s hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to cover her smile. “Oh lord, Andy, with this group? That is the last damn thing you need to worry about. Seriously.”
“These questions have made me question many of my recent decisions.”
“First of all, you’re a grown ass man,” she said, slipping an arm around him and side-hugging him. “Second, you’re in a committed relationship. Admittedly, it’s very untraditional and unexpected, but it works. So, no one has any right to question or judge. Okay?”
Andrej sighed. “Okay. And I am sorry. I was raised in a very conservative family and America has been one eye opening experience after the other. You would think that the last two nights would have not shocked me and yet…” He shrugged.
“It’s okay,” she said, giving him a last squeeze before moving away to fix Andrej another drink. “Besides, it’s one thing to see something explicit on TV or read it in a book. But to be asked some of these questions directly? I mean, shit, even Rollins was blushing at one point. It’s all in good fun.”
“She’s right,” Zayne said, taking the drink from Hilary and handing it to Andrej. “Besides, think about how riled up all this is going to make the gingerbread. We’re going to have fun tonight.”
“Okay, Reyes,” Hilary laughed. “That is quite enough. Come on, let’s finish this damn game so we can all go to bed.”
“Go on,” Andrej said to them both. “I will be right out. I promise,” he added seeing the looks on their faces.
“Okay, but if you’re not out in five minutes, I’m sending both redheads in to get you,” Hilary threatened.
Rolling his eyes, Andrej shooed them both out of the kitchen. Returning to his position against the sink, he downed half the drink Hilary had made him. It was the only way he was going to be able to return to the living room. With a smile, he added more tequila and a splash of orange juice to his glass. He could return to his alcohol ban when they got home, right? This was his vacation after all.
“Ah, there he is,” Trish said. “I was hoping I’d get to bodily remove you from the kitchen.”
Pleasantly buzzed, Andrej laughed. “Sorry to ruin all your fun,” he joked. “What is the current question?”
“Um,” Trish hedged, looking around the room. “Never have I ever had sex with someone else nearby.”
“Didn’t we all sorta do that one last night,” Zayne asked. “And no, Rollins, I don’t really want to know if you went solo or not.”
Trish snorted. “How do you know I didn’t drag your ex off into a spare room and have my way with her?”
“Other than the fact that I’m pretty sure she’d be much closer to you right now?”
“I’m going to beat your ass, Zayne,” Hilary laughed, threatening him with a balled-up fist.
“You love me too much,” he teased. “I’m not afraid.”
“God help us if tomorrow night turns into a session of drunken truth or dare,” Jake said. “We’ll all wind up naked and fucking if that’s the case.”
“I am going to go home now,” Andrej said, laughing louder than he had all day. “Or maybe tomorrow. I am well and truly too drunk to make it to my bed at this point.”
“Holy shit,” James barked. “I didn’t think he’d ever admit to that.”
“I think it’s time to call it a night,” Hilary said.
“Wait, can’t Reyes and Zeklos answer the question first?”
“Well, if you’d been in the kitchen ten minutes ago, you’d have seen that they were both more than willing to throw down with us out here.”
“Only because he’s been drinking,” James defended. “If he were sober, he’d have never let Zayne get that close to him.”
Chuckling, Zayne kissed Andrej’s cheek. “Don’t listen to him, baby. I know what a kinky son of a bitch you can be.”
“I am in agreement with Hilary,” Andrej said, pulling away from Zayne before he gave in to his more primal urges. “Can we go to bed now?”
“You’re not going to get an argument out of me,” Zayne said. “I’m eager to get back to what we were doing in the kitchen.”
“And what exactly were you two getting up to in there,” Trish asked, rising from the couch and stretching.
“Nothing,” Andrej lied. He lifted his glass to his lips and started drinking. It would be too easy to tell her he was four seconds from getting naked.
“Nothing more than canoodling,” Hilary said. “But had I been five minutes later, someone would have been pantless for sure. Probably Andy given the aggressive way Zayne was going at him.”
Andrej grabbed the nearly empty bottle of tequila. “I will be in our room.”
Trish snorted as Andrej made his way slowly and unsteadily up the stairs. “I kinda like him like this,” she said.
“Me, too,” Hilary agreed. “He’s still easily embarrassed, but at least he fights back.”
“You all need to leave him alone,” James said, giving them all a look.
“Sure, narco,” Trish said. “We’ll focus on you tomorrow night. I can think of a billion embarrassing questions to ask you.”
James made a face and went up the stairs after Andrej. “Reyes, you got five minutes before I lock you out.”
“He obviously has no idea of your troubled past,” Hilary laughed.
“Nah, but Zek does so he won’t be shocked when I pick the lock.”
“But will you be shocked when we land in your bed ten minutes after you do,” Jake asked, referring to the way Zayne crashed his potential party the night before.
“Try it, baby narco,” Zayne said, shrugging and heading up the stairs. “I’ve already got two boyfriends, what’s one more?”
Jake’s mouth hung open for a long second before he snapped it closed. “Asshole.”
“Trust me,” Trish said. “You’d be the one regretting that later. I mean, do you really want to see your partner getting pounded by that idiot? I mean, ew.”
“Okay, okay, enough,” Jake said, holding his hands out in front of him. “I’m going upstairs. You coming?”
“Give me five,” Hilary said, kissing Jake on the cheek. “I’ll be right there.”
“Okay,” he said. “Any more than that and I might pass the hell out.”
“Lightweight,” Trish called to his retreating back. Jake flipped her off. “I’m shocked he didn’t ask about what I said to Zayne.”
Hilary gave a half shrug. “Jake’s still new enough here that questioning something like that would never occur to him. But…”
“But you dated Zayne and he probably has some idea, right?”
“Right,” Hil said, winking. “Being as straight as straight gets, he’d never understand how bored you can get on a stakeout.”
“Amen to that,” Trish said, blowing Hilary a kiss. “Sleep tight.”
