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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: 501 or 13MWZ?
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 372
Summary: Andrej’s folding laundry and letting his mind wander (where it will go).
Author’s Note: Written for the numbers challenge at 1_million_words. The prompt was 501 and how could I not think of Levis?
Andrej set the bag of clean laundry on his bed and grabbed a piece of clothing. Shaking out the jeans and checking for wrinkles, he smiled at the Levi’s tag on the back pocket. They were James’ jeans judging by the length and the row of buttons lining the fly. Zayne wouldn’t have the patience o get through that many buttons on any given day. Not to pee or for other, more important reasons.
He folded the jeans neatly and set them on the part of his bed he reserved for James’ clothes. The next pair of pants were Wranglers, so he knew they belonged to Zayne. For reasons unknown to anyone but Zayne, he gravitated towards the cowboy cut in a dark shade. Whatever Zayne’s reasonings, Andrej couldn’t fault his taste because they fit him like a glove.
With a grunt, Andrej folded Zayne’s jeans and set them aside before he could get any more distracted. Because yeah, thinking about Zayne’s jeans – and how well they fit his backside – was an instant distraction of epic proportions.
Not to mention the guilt that came with it. Andrej loved James, thought he was handsome, funny, and intelligent but… well, he just did not fill out a pair of jeans like Zayne did. James was trimmer and slimmer where Zayne had – what did call it? He had lots of back, whatever that was supposed to mean. All he did know was that he was better off keeping his eyes on the floor and his mouth firmly shut.
There were times when he wondered why he’d ever agreed to this arrangement. Each of his boys had their perks as well as their drawbacks but mentioning any of one’s good points to the other was sure to start a fight. Heaven only knew, those two did not need another reason to fight. They found more than enough on their own.
So, he continued to fold clothes and thought about how much he loved James’ pretty copper colored hair and Zayne’s perfect, tight ass. Because if there was one thing as certain as James and Zayne fighting for no reason, it was that neither of them was ever, ever going to offer to help with the laundry.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 372
Summary: Andrej’s folding laundry and letting his mind wander (where it will go).
Author’s Note: Written for the numbers challenge at 1_million_words. The prompt was 501 and how could I not think of Levis?
Andrej set the bag of clean laundry on his bed and grabbed a piece of clothing. Shaking out the jeans and checking for wrinkles, he smiled at the Levi’s tag on the back pocket. They were James’ jeans judging by the length and the row of buttons lining the fly. Zayne wouldn’t have the patience o get through that many buttons on any given day. Not to pee or for other, more important reasons.
He folded the jeans neatly and set them on the part of his bed he reserved for James’ clothes. The next pair of pants were Wranglers, so he knew they belonged to Zayne. For reasons unknown to anyone but Zayne, he gravitated towards the cowboy cut in a dark shade. Whatever Zayne’s reasonings, Andrej couldn’t fault his taste because they fit him like a glove.
With a grunt, Andrej folded Zayne’s jeans and set them aside before he could get any more distracted. Because yeah, thinking about Zayne’s jeans – and how well they fit his backside – was an instant distraction of epic proportions.
Not to mention the guilt that came with it. Andrej loved James, thought he was handsome, funny, and intelligent but… well, he just did not fill out a pair of jeans like Zayne did. James was trimmer and slimmer where Zayne had – what did call it? He had lots of back, whatever that was supposed to mean. All he did know was that he was better off keeping his eyes on the floor and his mouth firmly shut.
There were times when he wondered why he’d ever agreed to this arrangement. Each of his boys had their perks as well as their drawbacks but mentioning any of one’s good points to the other was sure to start a fight. Heaven only knew, those two did not need another reason to fight. They found more than enough on their own.
So, he continued to fold clothes and thought about how much he loved James’ pretty copper colored hair and Zayne’s perfect, tight ass. Because if there was one thing as certain as James and Zayne fighting for no reason, it was that neither of them was ever, ever going to offer to help with the laundry.
