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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Waitin’ on James
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 893
Summary: Zayne is tired of waiting on James.
Author’s note: Written for day 26 of the comment fic challenge at 1_million_words. Prompt was: tired of waiting. Also written for sharpiesgal after a discussion this morning. Sorry that it didn’t wind up as funny as I had hoped. Lastly, the title is a play on one of my favorite parts of 8 Seconds. Where Cody Lambert is reciting his new poem – Waitin’ on Lane. Yeah, I’m an idiot.
“Are you ready yet, gingerbread?” Zayne looked at his watch again for emphasis.
The redhead frowned at him. “Almost,” he said. “Give me ten minutes.”
“We’ll be late,” Zayne reminded him.
“Since when have you ever cared about being on time?”
“Since now,” he said. Waving an impatient hand at James, he barked, “Just get dressed, would you?”
“Fine,” James grumbled, grabbing clean clothes out of the dryer and hustling off to his room.
Grumbling, Zayne turned on the stereo and tuned it to the XM receiver he’d gotten for Christmas from his sister last year. He never knew he needed satellite radio until he had it. Now, he couldn’t live without it. Flipping through his favorites, he settled on one of the few stations he knew would make James move his ass simply so he could get away from the music – Pop2K. If there was one thing James couldn’t stand, it was early 00 pop music.
“Yeah, that ought to light a fire under his backside,” Zayne snickered. A familiar beat started up and he smiled. “Man, I love this song,” he said, turning the volume up.
He looked down the hall and sighed when he didn’t see any sign of James. They were going to be late and Trish was going to be pissed. Frustrated, he flopped onto the couch. Unable to sit still, he got up and glared towards where James’ room was.
“Let it go,” he told himself. For once, it wasn’t going to be his fault that they were late. Might as well enjoy himself, right?
“Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me,” he sang, arms and hips moving with the music. “Don’t cha wish she was a freak like me.”
He spun and opened his mouth to sing the rest of the chorus when he came face to face with Andrej. “Um, hey.”
“Hey,” Andrej said, giving Zayne an odd look. “Why are you not gone?”
“Still waiting on the narco,” Zayne grouched.
“So, you were dancing instead?”
Zayne shrugged.
“At least you were not causing trouble,” Andrej said. “You may continue. I will not bother you.”
“But will you watch me,” Zayne asked, giving a suggestive rotation of his hips. The smile that lit Andrej’s face made him laugh out loud. “Come on, dance with me,” Zayne said, reaching out and taking Andrej by the hand.
“I do not know how,” he said, protesting.
“That’s okay,” James said, finally appearing from his room. “Neither does Reyes.”
“I beg to differ, asshole,” Zayne said, letting go of his hold on Andrej. Turning to the stereo, he raised the volume a couple notches and started singing again. “Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me. Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?”
“Hell no,” James laughed, watching Zayne grab Andrej and pull him close, forcing their awkward partner into dancing along. “Never had a girlfriend and, if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to handle her if she was half as nuts as you are.”
“Zayne,” Andrej protested. “Trish is going to be angry that you have not made it yet.”
“Nah,” James laughed. “I just sent her video of the two of you grooving to – what the hell is this anyway? The Pussycat Dolls? Geez, Reyes. Get some taste.” James shook his head. “Anyway, she said that video was worth us being late. Although we probably ought to get going. She says Andy’s supposed to pick up some beer?”
“I am, which is why I am trying to get you two to leave,” he said, exasperated with the whole situation. “Please?”
“Okay, okay,” Zayne said, pulling Andrej close and giving him a fast, sloppy kiss. “We’ll go. Don’t be long.”
“I will only be as long as I have to be,” he said. “Trish has asked me to grab a few other things for her while I am at the store.”
James stopped in the middle of reaching for his shoes. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It is not much. I will see you there.”
“Okay,” James said, reluctant to leave Andrej behind. “See you in a bit.”
“Bye,” Andrej said, waiting until the door had closed behind them to pull out his phone.
They have left, he texted Trish.
And you’re on your way?
I am. Did Hilary get the cake?
She did and it’s here waiting for the birthday boy. Zayne didn’t spoil the surprise, did he?
He did not, Jay suspects nothing.
Good, now get your ass here before they do.
Yes, ma’am, he texted back before shoving his phone into his pocket and rushing out to get in his car.
He’d be hard pressed to beat Zayne and James to Trish’s house, but he was okay if he missed the big surprise. James was likely to be very unhappy for a few minutes anyway. That was something he had no problem skipping. Besides, Zayne was there to take the brunt of the redhead’s pseudo anger. Smiling, he stuffed the small package he’d wrapped for James into his pocket. Zayne had picked it out, but he thought James was going to love it.
Andrej figured they’d know for sure sooner or later. Until the time came, there was cake waiting and he wasn’t willing to miss out on that.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 893
Summary: Zayne is tired of waiting on James.
Author’s note: Written for day 26 of the comment fic challenge at 1_million_words. Prompt was: tired of waiting. Also written for sharpiesgal after a discussion this morning. Sorry that it didn’t wind up as funny as I had hoped. Lastly, the title is a play on one of my favorite parts of 8 Seconds. Where Cody Lambert is reciting his new poem – Waitin’ on Lane. Yeah, I’m an idiot.
“Are you ready yet, gingerbread?” Zayne looked at his watch again for emphasis.
The redhead frowned at him. “Almost,” he said. “Give me ten minutes.”
“We’ll be late,” Zayne reminded him.
“Since when have you ever cared about being on time?”
“Since now,” he said. Waving an impatient hand at James, he barked, “Just get dressed, would you?”
“Fine,” James grumbled, grabbing clean clothes out of the dryer and hustling off to his room.
Grumbling, Zayne turned on the stereo and tuned it to the XM receiver he’d gotten for Christmas from his sister last year. He never knew he needed satellite radio until he had it. Now, he couldn’t live without it. Flipping through his favorites, he settled on one of the few stations he knew would make James move his ass simply so he could get away from the music – Pop2K. If there was one thing James couldn’t stand, it was early 00 pop music.
“Yeah, that ought to light a fire under his backside,” Zayne snickered. A familiar beat started up and he smiled. “Man, I love this song,” he said, turning the volume up.
He looked down the hall and sighed when he didn’t see any sign of James. They were going to be late and Trish was going to be pissed. Frustrated, he flopped onto the couch. Unable to sit still, he got up and glared towards where James’ room was.
“Let it go,” he told himself. For once, it wasn’t going to be his fault that they were late. Might as well enjoy himself, right?
“Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me,” he sang, arms and hips moving with the music. “Don’t cha wish she was a freak like me.”
He spun and opened his mouth to sing the rest of the chorus when he came face to face with Andrej. “Um, hey.”
“Hey,” Andrej said, giving Zayne an odd look. “Why are you not gone?”
“Still waiting on the narco,” Zayne grouched.
“So, you were dancing instead?”
Zayne shrugged.
“At least you were not causing trouble,” Andrej said. “You may continue. I will not bother you.”
“But will you watch me,” Zayne asked, giving a suggestive rotation of his hips. The smile that lit Andrej’s face made him laugh out loud. “Come on, dance with me,” Zayne said, reaching out and taking Andrej by the hand.
“I do not know how,” he said, protesting.
“That’s okay,” James said, finally appearing from his room. “Neither does Reyes.”
“I beg to differ, asshole,” Zayne said, letting go of his hold on Andrej. Turning to the stereo, he raised the volume a couple notches and started singing again. “Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me. Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?”
“Hell no,” James laughed, watching Zayne grab Andrej and pull him close, forcing their awkward partner into dancing along. “Never had a girlfriend and, if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to handle her if she was half as nuts as you are.”
“Zayne,” Andrej protested. “Trish is going to be angry that you have not made it yet.”
“Nah,” James laughed. “I just sent her video of the two of you grooving to – what the hell is this anyway? The Pussycat Dolls? Geez, Reyes. Get some taste.” James shook his head. “Anyway, she said that video was worth us being late. Although we probably ought to get going. She says Andy’s supposed to pick up some beer?”
“I am, which is why I am trying to get you two to leave,” he said, exasperated with the whole situation. “Please?”
“Okay, okay,” Zayne said, pulling Andrej close and giving him a fast, sloppy kiss. “We’ll go. Don’t be long.”
“I will only be as long as I have to be,” he said. “Trish has asked me to grab a few other things for her while I am at the store.”
James stopped in the middle of reaching for his shoes. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It is not much. I will see you there.”
“Okay,” James said, reluctant to leave Andrej behind. “See you in a bit.”
“Bye,” Andrej said, waiting until the door had closed behind them to pull out his phone.
They have left, he texted Trish.
And you’re on your way?
I am. Did Hilary get the cake?
She did and it’s here waiting for the birthday boy. Zayne didn’t spoil the surprise, did he?
He did not, Jay suspects nothing.
Good, now get your ass here before they do.
Yes, ma’am, he texted back before shoving his phone into his pocket and rushing out to get in his car.
He’d be hard pressed to beat Zayne and James to Trish’s house, but he was okay if he missed the big surprise. James was likely to be very unhappy for a few minutes anyway. That was something he had no problem skipping. Besides, Zayne was there to take the brunt of the redhead’s pseudo anger. Smiling, he stuffed the small package he’d wrapped for James into his pocket. Zayne had picked it out, but he thought James was going to love it.
Andrej figured they’d know for sure sooner or later. Until the time came, there was cake waiting and he wasn’t willing to miss out on that.
