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Restless Cowboy Syndrome (Romani Detective Original Fiction)
Title: Restless Cowboy Syndrome
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 474
Summary: Zayne’s got ants in his pants and can’t seem to settle down.
Author’s Note: Was looking for something to work on and found this prompt from the Weekend Challenge back in December… 2016. OOPS. Sorry, H, but better late than never? Prompt was this: He climbed into his bunk and lay there staring at the window, his arms behind his head.
Falling back onto the couch, Zayne stared at the ceiling. He curled an arm under his head and sighed. Lately, he’d been feeling fidgety and that unsettled him greatly. When he got the urge to go, he went, but since moving in with Zeklos, he couldn’t exactly pull up stakes and disappear, could he?
Well, technically speaking, he couldn’t have done that before, not if he wanted to keep his job, but it was even less of an option now. Zek would worry and that wasn’t something he wanted to inflict on his partner. God only knew, Zeklos worried about him more than he deserved already. The man was a saint, to say the least.
He got up off the couch and paced the living room, raking his fingers through his hair. It wasn’t like Zayne had anywhere to go or somewhere to be, he just felt the urge to do something. Not having a specific goal or destination was making him nuts.
Flopping back down onto the couch, he closed his eyes. Draping an arm across his face, he prayed for sleep. Or unconsciousness. Or, fuck, just something to ease this insatiable need to GO.
“Are you okay,” Andrej asked, running a hand up Zayne’s stomach towards his chest. “You are muttering in your sleep.”
Cracking an eye open, Zayne smiled at his boyfriend. “I’m fine,” he said. “Just… I don’t know.”
With a sigh, Andrej straddled Zayne’s body with his legs and rested his body against Zayne’s. “I thought I was supposed to be the one with the restless soul, Zayne.”
“And here you are,” he said, brushing Andrej’s hair off his face. “Domesticated.”
“My ancestors would be appalled,” he joked. “But I am happy.”
“I’m happy that you’re happy,” Zayne replied, wrapping an arm around Zeklos’ waist, holding him close, feeling the steady thrum of his lover’s heartbeat.
“Thank you,” he said, snuggling into Zayne’s warmth. “Is there anything I can do for you? Anything to make you feel any less… I don’t know?”
Chuckling, Zayne pressed a kiss to the side of Zeklos’ face. “Weirdly enough, you seem to have solved my problem for the moment.”
And he had. Simply by being there, Zek had calmed whatever had been stirring in him, easing his need to roam. Curling his other arm around Andrej, he squished his partner, boyfriend, and best friend against him.
“Okay, okay,” Andrej said, laughing. “You are welcome.”
Zayne let his grip relax a bit and kissed Andrej’s cheek. “I don’t say it enough, but I appreciate everything you do for me, even when you don’t know you’re doing it.”
“It is what you do for the ones you love,” Andrej said, relaxing into Zayne’s familiar embrace.
“Yeah,” Zayne said, knowing that he was not just loved, but needed for the first time in a long time.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 474
Summary: Zayne’s got ants in his pants and can’t seem to settle down.
Author’s Note: Was looking for something to work on and found this prompt from the Weekend Challenge back in December… 2016. OOPS. Sorry, H, but better late than never? Prompt was this: He climbed into his bunk and lay there staring at the window, his arms behind his head.
Falling back onto the couch, Zayne stared at the ceiling. He curled an arm under his head and sighed. Lately, he’d been feeling fidgety and that unsettled him greatly. When he got the urge to go, he went, but since moving in with Zeklos, he couldn’t exactly pull up stakes and disappear, could he?
Well, technically speaking, he couldn’t have done that before, not if he wanted to keep his job, but it was even less of an option now. Zek would worry and that wasn’t something he wanted to inflict on his partner. God only knew, Zeklos worried about him more than he deserved already. The man was a saint, to say the least.
He got up off the couch and paced the living room, raking his fingers through his hair. It wasn’t like Zayne had anywhere to go or somewhere to be, he just felt the urge to do something. Not having a specific goal or destination was making him nuts.
Flopping back down onto the couch, he closed his eyes. Draping an arm across his face, he prayed for sleep. Or unconsciousness. Or, fuck, just something to ease this insatiable need to GO.
“Are you okay,” Andrej asked, running a hand up Zayne’s stomach towards his chest. “You are muttering in your sleep.”
Cracking an eye open, Zayne smiled at his boyfriend. “I’m fine,” he said. “Just… I don’t know.”
With a sigh, Andrej straddled Zayne’s body with his legs and rested his body against Zayne’s. “I thought I was supposed to be the one with the restless soul, Zayne.”
“And here you are,” he said, brushing Andrej’s hair off his face. “Domesticated.”
“My ancestors would be appalled,” he joked. “But I am happy.”
“I’m happy that you’re happy,” Zayne replied, wrapping an arm around Zeklos’ waist, holding him close, feeling the steady thrum of his lover’s heartbeat.
“Thank you,” he said, snuggling into Zayne’s warmth. “Is there anything I can do for you? Anything to make you feel any less… I don’t know?”
Chuckling, Zayne pressed a kiss to the side of Zeklos’ face. “Weirdly enough, you seem to have solved my problem for the moment.”
And he had. Simply by being there, Zek had calmed whatever had been stirring in him, easing his need to roam. Curling his other arm around Andrej, he squished his partner, boyfriend, and best friend against him.
“Okay, okay,” Andrej said, laughing. “You are welcome.”
Zayne let his grip relax a bit and kissed Andrej’s cheek. “I don’t say it enough, but I appreciate everything you do for me, even when you don’t know you’re doing it.”
“It is what you do for the ones you love,” Andrej said, relaxing into Zayne’s familiar embrace.
“Yeah,” Zayne said, knowing that he was not just loved, but needed for the first time in a long time.
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Hey, Andrej? Can we talk for a hot minute?
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