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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Onerous Love
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes, although this is 99% Andy and Zayne.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 851
Summary: Andrej wakes up and finds Zayne forgot to clean up after himself. Again.
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt at comment-fic: “I'm hard to love so thank you for sticking with me”. Have to say that my first thought was Lee Brice’s “Hard to Love”, mainly because that song makes me think of Zayne every time.
Sighing, Andrej picked the dirty plate up off the coffee table and carried it into the kitchen. Zayne was constantly leaving dishes all over the house and it was infuriating. Especially when he left his coffee mug on the breakfast bar. How could he not put it in the dishwasher when he could see it from where he sat?
It wasn’t a question Andrej was going to get an answer to, unfortunately. He’d asked Zayne on several occasions and all he ever got in response was a shrug and a half-hearted ‘sorry’.
Andrej rinsed the crumbs off the plate and put it into the dishwasher. If this was Zayne’s only bad habit, it wouldn’t bother him so much. But it was far from his boyfriend’s only annoying quirk. Zayne was notorious for tossing his clothes at the laundry basket, not caring whether they made it in or not. He also forgot to call when he was going to be late and a host of other annoying things.
None of them were deal breakers, however. While Zayne could be an arrogant prick with a penchant for slobbery, he was fun and kind and loving, never abusive or derisive or hurtful. Andrej could deal with dirty dishes and socks on the floor, but he could not, would not, deal with a man who liked to hurt the ones he professed to love.
Leaving the kitchen, Andrej nearly ran into Zayne. He was barefoot and bare-chested, only a pair of worn pajama pants covering his lower half. His well-muscled arms were full of even more dishes, causing Andrej to sigh deeply.
“I know,” he said. “And I’m sorry. I was trying to get them out of my room and into the dishwasher before you got up.” Zayne looked at Andrej and tried a smile. “I should have known that I wouldn’t beat you up though.”
“It is okay,” Andrej said, moving forward, arms out, ready to take the dishes from Zayne.
“No it’s not,” he said, shoulders drooping a bit. “I promised I’d do better and I failed miserably. I don’t know what the hell my problem is, but I can’t ever remember to return them once I’m done with them. I suck and I’m sorry.”
“You do not suck, Zayne,” Andrej said. “You are annoying and arrogant and obnoxious, but you are a good man. I would not want anyone else as my partner.”
“But as your boyfriend?” Zayne shot a worried look back towards the room where the redhead – their third – slept. “I’m sure he’d be your first choice when your only other option is me.”
Andrej shook his head and laughed softly. One of these days, Zayne would realize that he loved them equally, if differently. James was not the same man that Zayne was, nor was he any less frustrating. James’ only saving grace was that he did not leave dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink.
“I love Jay,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “But I love you, too. Were I given a chance to change it all, I would make the same choices. I would choose you again, Zayne. Always.”
Zayne scooted past Andrej and set the dishes on the kitchen counter. Once his hands were free, he wrapped Andrej in a tight hug. “I’d choose you, too,” he said. “I’d probably even choose that damn narco again, too.”
“I am sure he would say the same about you,” Andrej assured him.
“Thank you,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of Andrej’s face. “And I know I’m a pain in the ass, but I really appreciate you giving me more chances than I deserve.”
“You are worth all the chances,” Andrej said, resting his head on Zayne’s shoulder. “Besides, you did not give up on me, I will never give up on you.”
“Right back atcha,” Zayne said, retreating from the hug enough that he could see Andrej’s face. “Come back to bed with me? It’s too damn early for either of us to be awake.”
“I second that,” James said from behind them. “Did I miss something?”
“No,” Andrej said, leaving Zayne’s embrace to give James a good morning kiss. “We were on our way to bed for a bit longer. Join us?”
James looked at Zayne and shrugged. “I guess?”
“Come on, gingerbread,” Zayne said, pinching James’ butt as he walked past. “Zek’s bed’s big enough for all three of us.”
“Thank god for that,” James said, following Zayne down the hallway. “I’d hate for you to have to sleep alone.”
“Oh, so that’s how it is,” Zayne asked, mock indignation thick in his words.
“You know it, cowboy.”
“You had both better behave,” Andrej called after them, grinning broadly behind their backs. “Or you will both be sleeping in your own rooms.”
It was amazing how quickly that always quieted them both down, Andrej thought as he walked the short distance to his bedroom. They were likely still arguing over who best deserved his affections, but he didn’t care. That they were both willing to fight for them was enough for him.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes, although this is 99% Andy and Zayne.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 851
Summary: Andrej wakes up and finds Zayne forgot to clean up after himself. Again.
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt at comment-fic: “I'm hard to love so thank you for sticking with me”. Have to say that my first thought was Lee Brice’s “Hard to Love”, mainly because that song makes me think of Zayne every time.
Sighing, Andrej picked the dirty plate up off the coffee table and carried it into the kitchen. Zayne was constantly leaving dishes all over the house and it was infuriating. Especially when he left his coffee mug on the breakfast bar. How could he not put it in the dishwasher when he could see it from where he sat?
It wasn’t a question Andrej was going to get an answer to, unfortunately. He’d asked Zayne on several occasions and all he ever got in response was a shrug and a half-hearted ‘sorry’.
Andrej rinsed the crumbs off the plate and put it into the dishwasher. If this was Zayne’s only bad habit, it wouldn’t bother him so much. But it was far from his boyfriend’s only annoying quirk. Zayne was notorious for tossing his clothes at the laundry basket, not caring whether they made it in or not. He also forgot to call when he was going to be late and a host of other annoying things.
None of them were deal breakers, however. While Zayne could be an arrogant prick with a penchant for slobbery, he was fun and kind and loving, never abusive or derisive or hurtful. Andrej could deal with dirty dishes and socks on the floor, but he could not, would not, deal with a man who liked to hurt the ones he professed to love.
Leaving the kitchen, Andrej nearly ran into Zayne. He was barefoot and bare-chested, only a pair of worn pajama pants covering his lower half. His well-muscled arms were full of even more dishes, causing Andrej to sigh deeply.
“I know,” he said. “And I’m sorry. I was trying to get them out of my room and into the dishwasher before you got up.” Zayne looked at Andrej and tried a smile. “I should have known that I wouldn’t beat you up though.”
“It is okay,” Andrej said, moving forward, arms out, ready to take the dishes from Zayne.
“No it’s not,” he said, shoulders drooping a bit. “I promised I’d do better and I failed miserably. I don’t know what the hell my problem is, but I can’t ever remember to return them once I’m done with them. I suck and I’m sorry.”
“You do not suck, Zayne,” Andrej said. “You are annoying and arrogant and obnoxious, but you are a good man. I would not want anyone else as my partner.”
“But as your boyfriend?” Zayne shot a worried look back towards the room where the redhead – their third – slept. “I’m sure he’d be your first choice when your only other option is me.”
Andrej shook his head and laughed softly. One of these days, Zayne would realize that he loved them equally, if differently. James was not the same man that Zayne was, nor was he any less frustrating. James’ only saving grace was that he did not leave dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink.
“I love Jay,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “But I love you, too. Were I given a chance to change it all, I would make the same choices. I would choose you again, Zayne. Always.”
Zayne scooted past Andrej and set the dishes on the kitchen counter. Once his hands were free, he wrapped Andrej in a tight hug. “I’d choose you, too,” he said. “I’d probably even choose that damn narco again, too.”
“I am sure he would say the same about you,” Andrej assured him.
“Thank you,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of Andrej’s face. “And I know I’m a pain in the ass, but I really appreciate you giving me more chances than I deserve.”
“You are worth all the chances,” Andrej said, resting his head on Zayne’s shoulder. “Besides, you did not give up on me, I will never give up on you.”
“Right back atcha,” Zayne said, retreating from the hug enough that he could see Andrej’s face. “Come back to bed with me? It’s too damn early for either of us to be awake.”
“I second that,” James said from behind them. “Did I miss something?”
“No,” Andrej said, leaving Zayne’s embrace to give James a good morning kiss. “We were on our way to bed for a bit longer. Join us?”
James looked at Zayne and shrugged. “I guess?”
“Come on, gingerbread,” Zayne said, pinching James’ butt as he walked past. “Zek’s bed’s big enough for all three of us.”
“Thank god for that,” James said, following Zayne down the hallway. “I’d hate for you to have to sleep alone.”
“Oh, so that’s how it is,” Zayne asked, mock indignation thick in his words.
“You know it, cowboy.”
“You had both better behave,” Andrej called after them, grinning broadly behind their backs. “Or you will both be sleeping in your own rooms.”
It was amazing how quickly that always quieted them both down, Andrej thought as he walked the short distance to his bedroom. They were likely still arguing over who best deserved his affections, but he didn’t care. That they were both willing to fight for them was enough for him.
