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Zayne’s First Law of House Cleaning (Romani Detective Original Fiction)
Title: Zayne’s First Law of House Cleaning
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 843
Summary: James is upset that Zayne isn’t cleaning the house. Zayne has his reasons.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. My prompt was: "Work is against human nature. The proof is that it makes us tired.” – Michel Tournier. So, of course, I thought of Zayne. Also, sharpiesgal, I told you it was James’ fault this week.
Kicking Zayne’s legs as he moved the vacuum across the floor, James glared at his boyfriend. “Reyes, is there a reason why you can’t be bothered to help me out here?”
“Entropy,” Zayne offered.
“The fuck?” James stopped vacuuming long enough to gape at the Texan.
“You know,” Zayne said, dropping his feet to the floor. “a gradual decline into disorder?” He waved a hand around the messy living room. “This room has succumbed to entropy.”
“I am not certain that is how it works, Zayne,” Andrej said, coming into the living room to see why his boyfriends were arguing. Again. “However, I am impressed at your recall.”
“Recall of what?” James dislodged the handle lock on the vacuum and prepared to finish the sweeping.
“The science program I was watching last night when he came home.”
“Ah, of course,” James laughed, starting the vacuum again. “But he should still be helping, entropy or not.”
“Work is against human nature, gingerbread,” Zayne said, rising and removing his breakfast plate from the coffee table. “The proof is that it makes us tired.”
“I can’t with you today,” James said, bumping Zayne’s foot with the vacuum. “Get out of my sight before I suck your tootsies into oblivion.”
With a shrug and a saucy salute, Zayne went to wash his plate.
“He needs to help out more,” James muttered. “I don’t even live here and I’m doing chores.”
Andrej crossed his arms over his chest, dust rag sticking out from under and elbow.
“What?” James waved a hand at the room. “He does nothing but eat and make a mess.”
“He does more than that,” Andrej replied. He pushed the memories from the night before and earlier that morning out of his head. James did not need to know about all the things that Zayne did when he was not around.
“Really,” James drawled, making Andrej wonder if the redhead had picked up on his thoughts.
“it is true,” Andrej countered. “He mowed the lawn long before you showed up this morning.”
Which was what had led to all the morning things they’d done before breakfast. Zayne had come into the bedroom, shirt off, his sweat slicked skin smelling of grass and sunshine. It had been more than Andrej could humanly resist, and so he’d given in to the temptation that was Zayne.
James scowled. “That’s his job though.”
It was. Zayne and James had made that arrangement a long time ago, with Zayne taking pity on James and his pale, sunburn-prone skin.
“He is still helping by doing something I dislike, and something you cannot do.” He let his arms drop to his sides. “I am going to go back to my office. Please do not start any more fights with Zayne.”
“Can I help it if he’s not holding up his end of the relationship?”
“Just because you do not see him helping does not mean that he is not,” Andrej snapped. “I do not know what has gotten into you today, but I am not liking it. Zayne takes care of the yard for me, with the exception of my garden. He helps me clean up after dinner and do laundry during the week.” He rubbed his face with the hand holding the dust rag, causing him to splutter a bit.
“I’m sorry,” James said, frowning. “Why couldn’t he have just said as much then instead of regurgitating some shit he heard on a TV show?”
“Because he is Zayne and he is not happy unless he is making you crazy,” Andrej said. “I am shocked you have not figured that out yet, Jay.”
A burst of laughter erupted out of James. “Good god, why did that never occur to me before? That asshole,” he said, still chuckling.
Smiling, Andrej kissed James’ face. “Thank you for vacuuming and all the other help you give me. I will be in my office if you need me.”
“Oh, I need you baby,” James teased. “But it might help to put sheets back on your bed before we go there.”
“Go,” Andrej said, fighting the blush he felt rising in his cheeks. “And maybe apologize to Zayne when you’re done.”
“Okay, okay,” James said, shooing Andrej off. “Go clean your immaculate office. I’ll be out here with the Dyson.”
He left James in the living room and closed his office door behind him. James hadn’t been wrong, his office was already neat and orderly, but that was because no one but him ever came in here. Wiping down his desk with the cloth, he heard James knock on Zayne’s door. Some muffled words passed between the two and then the distinctive sound of Zayne laughing filled the air. Andrej smiled. Maybe one of these days they’ll call a truce. But then, they’d have to find another form of foreplay if they did that.
“I hope they do not forget me when they figure it out,” he thought, grinning at the idea of what his two boyfriends could do when they put their minds to it.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 843
Summary: James is upset that Zayne isn’t cleaning the house. Zayne has his reasons.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. My prompt was: "Work is against human nature. The proof is that it makes us tired.” – Michel Tournier. So, of course, I thought of Zayne. Also, sharpiesgal, I told you it was James’ fault this week.
Kicking Zayne’s legs as he moved the vacuum across the floor, James glared at his boyfriend. “Reyes, is there a reason why you can’t be bothered to help me out here?”
“Entropy,” Zayne offered.
“The fuck?” James stopped vacuuming long enough to gape at the Texan.
“You know,” Zayne said, dropping his feet to the floor. “a gradual decline into disorder?” He waved a hand around the messy living room. “This room has succumbed to entropy.”
“I am not certain that is how it works, Zayne,” Andrej said, coming into the living room to see why his boyfriends were arguing. Again. “However, I am impressed at your recall.”
“Recall of what?” James dislodged the handle lock on the vacuum and prepared to finish the sweeping.
“The science program I was watching last night when he came home.”
“Ah, of course,” James laughed, starting the vacuum again. “But he should still be helping, entropy or not.”
“Work is against human nature, gingerbread,” Zayne said, rising and removing his breakfast plate from the coffee table. “The proof is that it makes us tired.”
“I can’t with you today,” James said, bumping Zayne’s foot with the vacuum. “Get out of my sight before I suck your tootsies into oblivion.”
With a shrug and a saucy salute, Zayne went to wash his plate.
“He needs to help out more,” James muttered. “I don’t even live here and I’m doing chores.”
Andrej crossed his arms over his chest, dust rag sticking out from under and elbow.
“What?” James waved a hand at the room. “He does nothing but eat and make a mess.”
“He does more than that,” Andrej replied. He pushed the memories from the night before and earlier that morning out of his head. James did not need to know about all the things that Zayne did when he was not around.
“Really,” James drawled, making Andrej wonder if the redhead had picked up on his thoughts.
“it is true,” Andrej countered. “He mowed the lawn long before you showed up this morning.”
Which was what had led to all the morning things they’d done before breakfast. Zayne had come into the bedroom, shirt off, his sweat slicked skin smelling of grass and sunshine. It had been more than Andrej could humanly resist, and so he’d given in to the temptation that was Zayne.
James scowled. “That’s his job though.”
It was. Zayne and James had made that arrangement a long time ago, with Zayne taking pity on James and his pale, sunburn-prone skin.
“He is still helping by doing something I dislike, and something you cannot do.” He let his arms drop to his sides. “I am going to go back to my office. Please do not start any more fights with Zayne.”
“Can I help it if he’s not holding up his end of the relationship?”
“Just because you do not see him helping does not mean that he is not,” Andrej snapped. “I do not know what has gotten into you today, but I am not liking it. Zayne takes care of the yard for me, with the exception of my garden. He helps me clean up after dinner and do laundry during the week.” He rubbed his face with the hand holding the dust rag, causing him to splutter a bit.
“I’m sorry,” James said, frowning. “Why couldn’t he have just said as much then instead of regurgitating some shit he heard on a TV show?”
“Because he is Zayne and he is not happy unless he is making you crazy,” Andrej said. “I am shocked you have not figured that out yet, Jay.”
A burst of laughter erupted out of James. “Good god, why did that never occur to me before? That asshole,” he said, still chuckling.
Smiling, Andrej kissed James’ face. “Thank you for vacuuming and all the other help you give me. I will be in my office if you need me.”
“Oh, I need you baby,” James teased. “But it might help to put sheets back on your bed before we go there.”
“Go,” Andrej said, fighting the blush he felt rising in his cheeks. “And maybe apologize to Zayne when you’re done.”
“Okay, okay,” James said, shooing Andrej off. “Go clean your immaculate office. I’ll be out here with the Dyson.”
He left James in the living room and closed his office door behind him. James hadn’t been wrong, his office was already neat and orderly, but that was because no one but him ever came in here. Wiping down his desk with the cloth, he heard James knock on Zayne’s door. Some muffled words passed between the two and then the distinctive sound of Zayne laughing filled the air. Andrej smiled. Maybe one of these days they’ll call a truce. But then, they’d have to find another form of foreplay if they did that.
“I hope they do not forget me when they figure it out,” he thought, grinning at the idea of what his two boyfriends could do when they put their minds to it.
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I can see Jay has held onto his asshole card.
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Oh, you know it. Will be interesting to see how long he manages to hold onto it.