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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Date Night Blues Chapter 5
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,025
Summary: James comes to Zayne’s apartment to apologize.
Author’s Note: Um… I guess these two only have two methods of communication: bickering and sex.
“Goddamnit, Reyes,” James shouted, pounding on the apartment door. “I know you’re in there, open up!”
“Jesus,” Zayne groaned, rolling out of what he thought was his bed and discovering it was his couch when his face hit wood. Rubbing his head where it had hit the coffee table, he glared at the door. “Quiet your ass down, narco, before my neighbors call the cops on the cops!”
Surprisingly, that garnered a laugh out of the redhead. He pushed to his feet, regretting the tequila shots he did when he got home a few hours ago. But damn, he’d had to self-medicate to numb the pain he was feeling. Zayne opened the door and leaned against the frame. “What do you want, narco?”
“Can I come in so your neighbors don’t know all our business?”
“You kind of let that cat out of the bag already with your yelling, Rosewood, but sure. Why the hell not, right?” He stepped back so that James could come into his apartment. “Not sure anything else can go wrong tonight.”
“You’re drunk,” James observed as he closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it.
“Yes, I am,” Zayne admitted. “And?”
“And maybe I ought to apologize to you,” James muttered.
Zayne snorted. “I may be drunk but I’m not deaf,” he teased. “Did you say you wanted to apologize?”
“Do you have more of whatever you were drinking or have you drunk it all,” James asked, deflecting.
“Oh, you know me,” Zayne said, heading towards the kitchen, “I always have a spare bottle of something. But no, I didn’t drink the whole bottle. Tequila okay?”
“I think it might kill me but why not, right?”
Zayne picked the bottle up and frowned. “I only have one shot glass, gingerbread.”
“I’ve had your cock in my mouth, Reyes, do you think I’m going to make a fuss over sharing a shot glass.”
A lecherous grin spread across Zayne’s face. “I bet I could make you make a fuss.”
James laughed. “You are awful, did you know that?”
“I did, but you like it, admit it,” Zayne said. He poured tequila into the shot glass and pushed it towards the redhead.
He picked it up and toasted Zayne. “You have no idea how much, asshole,” he said, knocking back the shot.
Zayne took the shot glass from James and poured one for himself. He drained it and offered another to James. The redhead nodded, so he refilled it. “As much as I love a handsome drinking buddy, I don’t know why the hell you’re here, Rosewood.”
James made quick work of the shot and motioned towards the living room. “Can we go sit? One more shot and I’ll be on my ass. I don’t know how you’re still standing, honestly.”
“Practice,” Zayne joked. “Come on,” he said, grabbing the bottle and heading for the living room.
“So,” James said once they were seated and comfortable, “the thing is, I’m an asshole.”
“Could have told you that,” Zayne said, draining a shot. “Matter of fact, I think I have.”
“Numerous times,” James said, grinning as he washed down his apology with more tequila. “But seriously, I’ve been even more of an asshole lately. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Do you want a list?” Zayne helped himself to another shot, thinking that he ought to stop, but not caring to try.
“No, but I’m sure you have one,” James said lightly. “Did Andy tell you about his dad?”
Zayne nodded. “Yeah, last night. He’s pretty upset about it, even though he’s trying not to be.”
“That was the feeling I got, too,” James said, sighing. “One more round?”
“You’ve got it, gingerbread,” Zayne said, pouring the redhead another shot.
James drank it down, shook his head, and asked, “Why do you call me that anyway?”
Zayne shrugged. “I don’t know, because you’re spicy and sweet and I like to nibble on you?” He poured himself a shot and tossed it back. “Made sense at the time.”
James grinned. “I really don’t hate you, you know,” he said. “I do rather like you, but sometimes you piss me off.”
“Feeling’s mutual, Rosewood,” Zayne said. He rubbed a hand across his face. “Fuck, maybe I should have skipped those last few shots.”
“Aw, are we a wee bit wasted, cowboy?”
“Hell no,” Zayne laughed. “I’m just right, narco.”
“Do you love me, Reyes?”
“Not yet,” Zayne said, “but I could be persuaded.”
“Okay, now I know you’re drunk,” he said. “You’d never admit to that sober.”
“You might be surprised,” Zayne said. He knew he loved Zeklos. The redhead, however, he was still trying to figure out first.
“Maybe,” James agreed, leaning against Zayne. “I just wish we could figure out how to make Andy happy.”
“Stop bitching at him about things he can’t control,” Zayne offered. “He works hard because he’s always worked hard. Because he was forced to work harder than we ever were.”
“That’s a good point,” James said. “I’ll do my best, but it sucks when he’s working and I want to spend time with him.”
“He feels the same way, you know,” Zayne said.
“I hadn’t thought about that,” James said. “But I know you’re right.” He sighed. “I think I should have skipped those last couple of shots, too.”
“Aw, now who’s drunk, Rosewood?”
“Me,” James said, turning his face towards Zayne. “Know how I know?”
“Tell me,” Zayne said, leaning in closer.
“I know because I’m finding you absolutely irresistible right now,” he confessed.
“I’m always irresistible, narco,” Zayne said.
“True,” James agreed. “You’re hot as hell and have the best ass. But…”
“But?”
“But I’d never ask you to fuck me when I was sober.”
“Mmm,” Zayne said, stealing a chaste kiss. “Why not? I’d claim that pale ass in a heartbeat.”
James snorted. “And I’d let you, too, every time, but you’ve got a bit of a reputation, you know.”
“For a damn good reason, baby,” Zayne said. “Spoiler alert: it’s because I’m damn good in bed.”
“Maybe you ought to show me?”
“Maybe I should.”
James pressed his ass back into Zayne’s thrusting hips. “Fuck yeah, Reyes, just like that,” he grunted.
“Always knew you were a kinky son of a bitch, Rosewood,” Zayne said, giving the redhead’s ass a sound slap.
“Shut the hell up and make me come, you asshole,” James growled.
“Now that I can do, narco,” Zayne said.
He quickened his pace and thrust harder, causing James to bury his face in the pillow. A smirk quirked up the corner of Zayne’s mouth when he saw Rosewood’s pale fingers twisting the sheets into a wrinkled mess. A cry escaped James’ throat and he bucked backwards into Zayne’s cock, provoking Zayne to cry out in pleasure, too. The two collapsed into a sticky, sweaty heap on Zayne’s bed.
“You know,” James panted, “this solves nothing.”
“It solved one thing, gingerbread,” Zayne said, laughing. He kissed the back of James’ head and ruffled his hair. “But you’re right, it doesn’t solve the greater issue between us.”
“Which is what, exactly?” James rolled onto his back. Resting his hands on his flat stomach, he watched Zayne, waiting for an answer.
“You’re jealous,” Zayne said. “Not exactly sure why, but you are.”
“Bullshit,” James spat.
“True shit,” Zayne replied with a smile. “You get really pissy and start to pick fights with both me and Zayne anytime he and I are together a lot. Even if he and I are working a ball-busting case.”
James arms moved from his belly to his chest, where they lay crossed.
“I know you don’t want to admit it,” Zayne said, propping himself up on an elbow. He toyed with a bit of the coppery colored hair on James’ chest. Although he couldn’t ever admit it to the narco, he was rather fascinated with how it changed from red to gold in the light. “But it’s true. Zek and I spent close to sixteen hours a day together the last week and a half working that triple homicide. And he was exhausted, too exhausted to do anything once we stopped working. I get why you were pissed, but you picked three fights with me and recently one with him.”
“Stop that,” James said, brushing Zayne’s hand off his chest.
“Why,” Zayne asked, sneaking his hand back onto James’ body. “And why are you ignoring what I said?”
“I’m not ignoring what you said,” James said, watching Zayne’s fingers ghost over his skin. “I’m trying to process it.”
“So you know I’m right.”
“Maybe,” James said. “I don’t know, but I promise to think about it.”
“And the other,” Zayne asked, fingers stilling.
James looked down at where Zayne’s fingertips rested on his ribcage. “That, well, it turns me on. I don’t know why you touching me like that makes me so crazy, but it does.”
“Want me to keep doing it,” Zayne drawled, voice low and suggestive.
“I guess that depends on whether you can get it up again or not, cowboy,” James challenged.
“Show me that pretty little ass of yours and you’ll find out.”
“On one condition,” James said.
“And what’s that,” Zayne asked.
“That you admit you’re jealous, too.”
Zayne shrugged. “I can do that. Zeklos has been my partner for years and, despite his little fling with this cute ass little bartender, he never dated anyone. I pretty much had him to myself. Maxwell and Rollins had a field day pointing out how jealous I was once he started dating you. It’s worse now that I’m actually dating him, too.”
“You’re really sexy when you’re being self-aware, Reyes.”
“Thank you, Rosewood, I do try.”
“You two are incorrigible,” Zeklos muttered, moving through Zayne’s bedroom, picking up clothes as he went. “I thought you said you were going to put your laundry away?”
‘What,” Zayne asked, pushing up onto his hands. “Where’d you come from?”
“Neither of you were answering your phones,” Zeklos said, shaking a dirty t-shirt in his direction. “And Jay’s car was not at his apartment.”
“So, you let yourself into mine,” Zayne asked, still not sure what was going on.
“You let yourself into mine all the time,” Zeklos reminded him.
“Why do I hear Andy’s voice,” James muttered.
“Because he’s here, gingerbread,’ Zayne said with a chuckle. “Rise and shine, baby, we got busted.”
The scowl on Andrej’s face softened. “I am not angry, and you are not in trouble for this.” He waved a hand at the two of them in bed together. “It is better than knowing you spend the night fighting.”
“We did a bit of that, too,” Zayne admitted.
“But not as much as you might expect,” James added.
He looked at his two boyfriends and sighed. “That is good. Did you work things out?”
“Well,” Zayne drawled, “we worked out that Rosewood is a much better bottom than he is a top.”
“Lies,” James said. “But maybe when it’s just you and me it’s true.”
Zayne pinched his cheek. “We also discovered that the sex is good between us, but not as good as when you’re here with us.” He patted the bed between himself and James, causing Zeklos to flush bright red.
“Reyes also pointed out that I was jealous of his relationship with you,” James offered, looking at the wall instead of at Zeklos. “And I’m not a hundred percent convinced that he’s right, but he’s probably not completely wrong either.”
Zeklos’ shoulders lost a bit of their tension. “This is a good start. Anything else?”
Zayne looked at James and grinned. “Well, now that you’re here, why don’t you get naked so we can commence with the morning-after sex the narco and I negotiated last night.”
“I was feeling generous,” James said with a shrug.
“That’s because I made you come your brains out twice,” Zayne pointed out.
“True, true,” James said, smiling. “And I don’t think I ever said thank you for that either.”
“You did not, and I’m hurt, gingerbread.”
“Fuck you,” James snorted. “But it was pretty amazing.”
“I know,” Zayne said, winking at James.
“Aye,” Zeklos muttered. “Are you finished flirting?”
“With each other, yes,” Zayne said. “But we’ll keep flirting with you until you get into bed with us.”
“That is not happening, Zayne,” Zeklos said, folding his arms over his chest.
“Really,” Zayne drawled. He slipped out of bed and approached Zeklos, completely naked.
“Really, Zayne,” he confirmed. “I have things I need to do today and do not have time for this. I am only here because I was worried about the two of you.”
“Hmm,” Zayne said, swooping Zeklos up into his arms on a whim. “That’s great because I have things to do today, too. I was going to start with the narco, but I think I’d rather start with you.”
“Zayne,” Zeklos warned right before he was dropped onto the bed.
James leaned in and gave Andrej a big kiss. “I know you’re probably still pissed at us both, but we’re trying to apologize.”
Zeklos frowned and looked at Zayne, who nodded. “It’s true, Zek. We’re assholes but we’re trying.”
“And we love you,” James added.
“Besides,” Zayne said, climbing into bed beside the fully clothed Zeklos, “lately it’s been date nights with Rosewood and dinners with me. The three of us haven’t spent any time together in weeks.”
“We tried that yesterday, remember,” Zeklos said, causing both James and Zayne to wince. “Convince me this will be any better?”
“He and I did talk some last night,” James said. “Swear. It wasn’t all fucking and drinking.”
“But it mostly was,” Zayne said. “Not sure which we did more of though. But we did talk first.”
“And I think he and I made some progress, too,” James said.
“I am not sure if I should trust either of you but…” Andrej shrugged and let his hands fall into his lap.
“But you’re horny and need us both to scratch that itch,” Zayne asked eagerly.
Zeklos laughed despite himself. “I am not sure that is what I was thinking, but I am not totally opposed to that either.”
“Of course, you aren’t,” Zayne said, sliding an arm around Zek’s shoulders and pulling him in close for a long, slow kiss. He released his partner. “Because you know that despite whatever the hell is wrong between him and me, we’ll always put you first and take care of you.”
James pressed up against Zeklos’ back. “Ditto what the cowboy said. You are our number one priority. You want us to take care of you?”
A little whimper escaped Zeklos.
“I think that’s a yes,” Zayne said, rubbing his hand along Zek’s crotch. “Right baby?”
Zeklos nodded. “Yes, please.”
“You want me to leave,” James asked.
“Or me,” Zayne offered.
He shook his head. “No, I want you both. I think I need you both. Just please, promise me that you will not immediately go back to bickering the second we get out of this bed.”
“Promise,” James said, biting Andrej’s neck.
“Promise,” Zayne said. Adding, “Although I can’t say for how long. He and I get on each other’s nerves, so we’re bound to start bickering eventually.”
“I can understand that,” Zeklos said, leaning back into James’ embrace. “And I can accept that as well. But I want one day…”
“We can give you that,” James said.
“We can,” Zayne agreed, “but first we need to get you naked.”
Zek grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “Better?”
“We’re getting there,” Zayne said, kissing the curve of Andrej’s shoulder. “Pants, now, because if I’m not balls deep in you in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
“Do you forgive us yet,” Zayne teased while Zeklos tried to catch his breath.
“I am not sure,” he wheezed. “I am thinking maybe I need more convincing.”
James snorted. “Damn, what did you feed him yesterday, Reyes? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this needy before.”
Zayne laughed. “That’s my secret and I’m never telling.” He kissed Zeklos on the mouth. “I think we need to give him a break for a few minutes. Are either of you hungry?”
“Starving,” James said, reaching for his cellphone. “Andy?”
“If I cannot have more of you both yet, then yes, food is a good option.”
“Okay, I’ll order us some Chinese,” James suggested. “It won’t weigh us down like anything else will. And then we can get right back at it when we’re done.”
“Sounds good to me, Rosewood,” Zayne said. He stretched and got out of bed. “I get to have you first next time though,” he said to Zeklos while Rosewood ordered their lunch.
“That is more than okay with me,” Andrej said. “Jay will have to accept it.”
“Jerk,” James said, ending his call. “Lunch will be here in twenty minutes. And I don’t care as long as I get to have one of the two you again before the day’s over.”
Zayne looked at his small bed. “We could have lunch, fuck ourselves silly, and then head to Zek’s place for dinner.” He looked at his partner. “We won’t make you cook this time though. We could order pizza or something like we’d planned. And then the three of us could spend the rest of the night making you happy, if that’s okay.”
“It would be more than okay, Zayne,” Zeklos said.
“Why can’t we stay here,” James asked. “Why waste valuable sex time going to Andy’s?”
“His bed is bigger than mine is,” Zayne said. “There will be more room for the three of us to… well, do what we’ve been doing.”
“And there is actual food at my house,” Andrej said. “So, when you are hungry again, we will not have to order. I can find something in my refrigerator.
“Okay, you’ve sold me. Now, one of us needs to get dressed so that we don’t scare the delivery driver.”
“Not it,” Zayne said.
Laughing, Andrej shook his head. “I will get dressed because I you two are hopeless.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,025
Summary: James comes to Zayne’s apartment to apologize.
Author’s Note: Um… I guess these two only have two methods of communication: bickering and sex.
“Goddamnit, Reyes,” James shouted, pounding on the apartment door. “I know you’re in there, open up!”
“Jesus,” Zayne groaned, rolling out of what he thought was his bed and discovering it was his couch when his face hit wood. Rubbing his head where it had hit the coffee table, he glared at the door. “Quiet your ass down, narco, before my neighbors call the cops on the cops!”
Surprisingly, that garnered a laugh out of the redhead. He pushed to his feet, regretting the tequila shots he did when he got home a few hours ago. But damn, he’d had to self-medicate to numb the pain he was feeling. Zayne opened the door and leaned against the frame. “What do you want, narco?”
“Can I come in so your neighbors don’t know all our business?”
“You kind of let that cat out of the bag already with your yelling, Rosewood, but sure. Why the hell not, right?” He stepped back so that James could come into his apartment. “Not sure anything else can go wrong tonight.”
“You’re drunk,” James observed as he closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it.
“Yes, I am,” Zayne admitted. “And?”
“And maybe I ought to apologize to you,” James muttered.
Zayne snorted. “I may be drunk but I’m not deaf,” he teased. “Did you say you wanted to apologize?”
“Do you have more of whatever you were drinking or have you drunk it all,” James asked, deflecting.
“Oh, you know me,” Zayne said, heading towards the kitchen, “I always have a spare bottle of something. But no, I didn’t drink the whole bottle. Tequila okay?”
“I think it might kill me but why not, right?”
Zayne picked the bottle up and frowned. “I only have one shot glass, gingerbread.”
“I’ve had your cock in my mouth, Reyes, do you think I’m going to make a fuss over sharing a shot glass.”
A lecherous grin spread across Zayne’s face. “I bet I could make you make a fuss.”
James laughed. “You are awful, did you know that?”
“I did, but you like it, admit it,” Zayne said. He poured tequila into the shot glass and pushed it towards the redhead.
He picked it up and toasted Zayne. “You have no idea how much, asshole,” he said, knocking back the shot.
Zayne took the shot glass from James and poured one for himself. He drained it and offered another to James. The redhead nodded, so he refilled it. “As much as I love a handsome drinking buddy, I don’t know why the hell you’re here, Rosewood.”
James made quick work of the shot and motioned towards the living room. “Can we go sit? One more shot and I’ll be on my ass. I don’t know how you’re still standing, honestly.”
“Practice,” Zayne joked. “Come on,” he said, grabbing the bottle and heading for the living room.
“So,” James said once they were seated and comfortable, “the thing is, I’m an asshole.”
“Could have told you that,” Zayne said, draining a shot. “Matter of fact, I think I have.”
“Numerous times,” James said, grinning as he washed down his apology with more tequila. “But seriously, I’ve been even more of an asshole lately. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Do you want a list?” Zayne helped himself to another shot, thinking that he ought to stop, but not caring to try.
“No, but I’m sure you have one,” James said lightly. “Did Andy tell you about his dad?”
Zayne nodded. “Yeah, last night. He’s pretty upset about it, even though he’s trying not to be.”
“That was the feeling I got, too,” James said, sighing. “One more round?”
“You’ve got it, gingerbread,” Zayne said, pouring the redhead another shot.
James drank it down, shook his head, and asked, “Why do you call me that anyway?”
Zayne shrugged. “I don’t know, because you’re spicy and sweet and I like to nibble on you?” He poured himself a shot and tossed it back. “Made sense at the time.”
James grinned. “I really don’t hate you, you know,” he said. “I do rather like you, but sometimes you piss me off.”
“Feeling’s mutual, Rosewood,” Zayne said. He rubbed a hand across his face. “Fuck, maybe I should have skipped those last few shots.”
“Aw, are we a wee bit wasted, cowboy?”
“Hell no,” Zayne laughed. “I’m just right, narco.”
“Do you love me, Reyes?”
“Not yet,” Zayne said, “but I could be persuaded.”
“Okay, now I know you’re drunk,” he said. “You’d never admit to that sober.”
“You might be surprised,” Zayne said. He knew he loved Zeklos. The redhead, however, he was still trying to figure out first.
“Maybe,” James agreed, leaning against Zayne. “I just wish we could figure out how to make Andy happy.”
“Stop bitching at him about things he can’t control,” Zayne offered. “He works hard because he’s always worked hard. Because he was forced to work harder than we ever were.”
“That’s a good point,” James said. “I’ll do my best, but it sucks when he’s working and I want to spend time with him.”
“He feels the same way, you know,” Zayne said.
“I hadn’t thought about that,” James said. “But I know you’re right.” He sighed. “I think I should have skipped those last couple of shots, too.”
“Aw, now who’s drunk, Rosewood?”
“Me,” James said, turning his face towards Zayne. “Know how I know?”
“Tell me,” Zayne said, leaning in closer.
“I know because I’m finding you absolutely irresistible right now,” he confessed.
“I’m always irresistible, narco,” Zayne said.
“True,” James agreed. “You’re hot as hell and have the best ass. But…”
“But?”
“But I’d never ask you to fuck me when I was sober.”
“Mmm,” Zayne said, stealing a chaste kiss. “Why not? I’d claim that pale ass in a heartbeat.”
James snorted. “And I’d let you, too, every time, but you’ve got a bit of a reputation, you know.”
“For a damn good reason, baby,” Zayne said. “Spoiler alert: it’s because I’m damn good in bed.”
“Maybe you ought to show me?”
“Maybe I should.”
James pressed his ass back into Zayne’s thrusting hips. “Fuck yeah, Reyes, just like that,” he grunted.
“Always knew you were a kinky son of a bitch, Rosewood,” Zayne said, giving the redhead’s ass a sound slap.
“Shut the hell up and make me come, you asshole,” James growled.
“Now that I can do, narco,” Zayne said.
He quickened his pace and thrust harder, causing James to bury his face in the pillow. A smirk quirked up the corner of Zayne’s mouth when he saw Rosewood’s pale fingers twisting the sheets into a wrinkled mess. A cry escaped James’ throat and he bucked backwards into Zayne’s cock, provoking Zayne to cry out in pleasure, too. The two collapsed into a sticky, sweaty heap on Zayne’s bed.
“You know,” James panted, “this solves nothing.”
“It solved one thing, gingerbread,” Zayne said, laughing. He kissed the back of James’ head and ruffled his hair. “But you’re right, it doesn’t solve the greater issue between us.”
“Which is what, exactly?” James rolled onto his back. Resting his hands on his flat stomach, he watched Zayne, waiting for an answer.
“You’re jealous,” Zayne said. “Not exactly sure why, but you are.”
“Bullshit,” James spat.
“True shit,” Zayne replied with a smile. “You get really pissy and start to pick fights with both me and Zayne anytime he and I are together a lot. Even if he and I are working a ball-busting case.”
James arms moved from his belly to his chest, where they lay crossed.
“I know you don’t want to admit it,” Zayne said, propping himself up on an elbow. He toyed with a bit of the coppery colored hair on James’ chest. Although he couldn’t ever admit it to the narco, he was rather fascinated with how it changed from red to gold in the light. “But it’s true. Zek and I spent close to sixteen hours a day together the last week and a half working that triple homicide. And he was exhausted, too exhausted to do anything once we stopped working. I get why you were pissed, but you picked three fights with me and recently one with him.”
“Stop that,” James said, brushing Zayne’s hand off his chest.
“Why,” Zayne asked, sneaking his hand back onto James’ body. “And why are you ignoring what I said?”
“I’m not ignoring what you said,” James said, watching Zayne’s fingers ghost over his skin. “I’m trying to process it.”
“So you know I’m right.”
“Maybe,” James said. “I don’t know, but I promise to think about it.”
“And the other,” Zayne asked, fingers stilling.
James looked down at where Zayne’s fingertips rested on his ribcage. “That, well, it turns me on. I don’t know why you touching me like that makes me so crazy, but it does.”
“Want me to keep doing it,” Zayne drawled, voice low and suggestive.
“I guess that depends on whether you can get it up again or not, cowboy,” James challenged.
“Show me that pretty little ass of yours and you’ll find out.”
“On one condition,” James said.
“And what’s that,” Zayne asked.
“That you admit you’re jealous, too.”
Zayne shrugged. “I can do that. Zeklos has been my partner for years and, despite his little fling with this cute ass little bartender, he never dated anyone. I pretty much had him to myself. Maxwell and Rollins had a field day pointing out how jealous I was once he started dating you. It’s worse now that I’m actually dating him, too.”
“You’re really sexy when you’re being self-aware, Reyes.”
“Thank you, Rosewood, I do try.”
“You two are incorrigible,” Zeklos muttered, moving through Zayne’s bedroom, picking up clothes as he went. “I thought you said you were going to put your laundry away?”
‘What,” Zayne asked, pushing up onto his hands. “Where’d you come from?”
“Neither of you were answering your phones,” Zeklos said, shaking a dirty t-shirt in his direction. “And Jay’s car was not at his apartment.”
“So, you let yourself into mine,” Zayne asked, still not sure what was going on.
“You let yourself into mine all the time,” Zeklos reminded him.
“Why do I hear Andy’s voice,” James muttered.
“Because he’s here, gingerbread,’ Zayne said with a chuckle. “Rise and shine, baby, we got busted.”
The scowl on Andrej’s face softened. “I am not angry, and you are not in trouble for this.” He waved a hand at the two of them in bed together. “It is better than knowing you spend the night fighting.”
“We did a bit of that, too,” Zayne admitted.
“But not as much as you might expect,” James added.
He looked at his two boyfriends and sighed. “That is good. Did you work things out?”
“Well,” Zayne drawled, “we worked out that Rosewood is a much better bottom than he is a top.”
“Lies,” James said. “But maybe when it’s just you and me it’s true.”
Zayne pinched his cheek. “We also discovered that the sex is good between us, but not as good as when you’re here with us.” He patted the bed between himself and James, causing Zeklos to flush bright red.
“Reyes also pointed out that I was jealous of his relationship with you,” James offered, looking at the wall instead of at Zeklos. “And I’m not a hundred percent convinced that he’s right, but he’s probably not completely wrong either.”
Zeklos’ shoulders lost a bit of their tension. “This is a good start. Anything else?”
Zayne looked at James and grinned. “Well, now that you’re here, why don’t you get naked so we can commence with the morning-after sex the narco and I negotiated last night.”
“I was feeling generous,” James said with a shrug.
“That’s because I made you come your brains out twice,” Zayne pointed out.
“True, true,” James said, smiling. “And I don’t think I ever said thank you for that either.”
“You did not, and I’m hurt, gingerbread.”
“Fuck you,” James snorted. “But it was pretty amazing.”
“I know,” Zayne said, winking at James.
“Aye,” Zeklos muttered. “Are you finished flirting?”
“With each other, yes,” Zayne said. “But we’ll keep flirting with you until you get into bed with us.”
“That is not happening, Zayne,” Zeklos said, folding his arms over his chest.
“Really,” Zayne drawled. He slipped out of bed and approached Zeklos, completely naked.
“Really, Zayne,” he confirmed. “I have things I need to do today and do not have time for this. I am only here because I was worried about the two of you.”
“Hmm,” Zayne said, swooping Zeklos up into his arms on a whim. “That’s great because I have things to do today, too. I was going to start with the narco, but I think I’d rather start with you.”
“Zayne,” Zeklos warned right before he was dropped onto the bed.
James leaned in and gave Andrej a big kiss. “I know you’re probably still pissed at us both, but we’re trying to apologize.”
Zeklos frowned and looked at Zayne, who nodded. “It’s true, Zek. We’re assholes but we’re trying.”
“And we love you,” James added.
“Besides,” Zayne said, climbing into bed beside the fully clothed Zeklos, “lately it’s been date nights with Rosewood and dinners with me. The three of us haven’t spent any time together in weeks.”
“We tried that yesterday, remember,” Zeklos said, causing both James and Zayne to wince. “Convince me this will be any better?”
“He and I did talk some last night,” James said. “Swear. It wasn’t all fucking and drinking.”
“But it mostly was,” Zayne said. “Not sure which we did more of though. But we did talk first.”
“And I think he and I made some progress, too,” James said.
“I am not sure if I should trust either of you but…” Andrej shrugged and let his hands fall into his lap.
“But you’re horny and need us both to scratch that itch,” Zayne asked eagerly.
Zeklos laughed despite himself. “I am not sure that is what I was thinking, but I am not totally opposed to that either.”
“Of course, you aren’t,” Zayne said, sliding an arm around Zek’s shoulders and pulling him in close for a long, slow kiss. He released his partner. “Because you know that despite whatever the hell is wrong between him and me, we’ll always put you first and take care of you.”
James pressed up against Zeklos’ back. “Ditto what the cowboy said. You are our number one priority. You want us to take care of you?”
A little whimper escaped Zeklos.
“I think that’s a yes,” Zayne said, rubbing his hand along Zek’s crotch. “Right baby?”
Zeklos nodded. “Yes, please.”
“You want me to leave,” James asked.
“Or me,” Zayne offered.
He shook his head. “No, I want you both. I think I need you both. Just please, promise me that you will not immediately go back to bickering the second we get out of this bed.”
“Promise,” James said, biting Andrej’s neck.
“Promise,” Zayne said. Adding, “Although I can’t say for how long. He and I get on each other’s nerves, so we’re bound to start bickering eventually.”
“I can understand that,” Zeklos said, leaning back into James’ embrace. “And I can accept that as well. But I want one day…”
“We can give you that,” James said.
“We can,” Zayne agreed, “but first we need to get you naked.”
Zek grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “Better?”
“We’re getting there,” Zayne said, kissing the curve of Andrej’s shoulder. “Pants, now, because if I’m not balls deep in you in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
“Do you forgive us yet,” Zayne teased while Zeklos tried to catch his breath.
“I am not sure,” he wheezed. “I am thinking maybe I need more convincing.”
James snorted. “Damn, what did you feed him yesterday, Reyes? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this needy before.”
Zayne laughed. “That’s my secret and I’m never telling.” He kissed Zeklos on the mouth. “I think we need to give him a break for a few minutes. Are either of you hungry?”
“Starving,” James said, reaching for his cellphone. “Andy?”
“If I cannot have more of you both yet, then yes, food is a good option.”
“Okay, I’ll order us some Chinese,” James suggested. “It won’t weigh us down like anything else will. And then we can get right back at it when we’re done.”
“Sounds good to me, Rosewood,” Zayne said. He stretched and got out of bed. “I get to have you first next time though,” he said to Zeklos while Rosewood ordered their lunch.
“That is more than okay with me,” Andrej said. “Jay will have to accept it.”
“Jerk,” James said, ending his call. “Lunch will be here in twenty minutes. And I don’t care as long as I get to have one of the two you again before the day’s over.”
Zayne looked at his small bed. “We could have lunch, fuck ourselves silly, and then head to Zek’s place for dinner.” He looked at his partner. “We won’t make you cook this time though. We could order pizza or something like we’d planned. And then the three of us could spend the rest of the night making you happy, if that’s okay.”
“It would be more than okay, Zayne,” Zeklos said.
“Why can’t we stay here,” James asked. “Why waste valuable sex time going to Andy’s?”
“His bed is bigger than mine is,” Zayne said. “There will be more room for the three of us to… well, do what we’ve been doing.”
“And there is actual food at my house,” Andrej said. “So, when you are hungry again, we will not have to order. I can find something in my refrigerator.
“Okay, you’ve sold me. Now, one of us needs to get dressed so that we don’t scare the delivery driver.”
“Not it,” Zayne said.
Laughing, Andrej shook his head. “I will get dressed because I you two are hopeless.”
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Date: 2020-07-27 12:10 am (UTC)Glad we are back on track, although I have a feeling there will be one more fight before things get back to normal with them.
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Date: 2020-07-27 01:28 am (UTC)Oh, without a doubt. Like Zayne said, he can't promise how long. LOL
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Date: 2020-07-27 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-27 03:05 pm (UTC)Hahaha... well, if their mouths are occupied they can't fight, right?