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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: When Hell Freezes Over
Fandom: Tigan Detective Original Fic
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of ogling
Word Count: 1,699
Summary: Zayne Reyes hasn’t ever seen snow fall before. Andrej Zeklos, on the other hand, is all too familiar with the white stuff.
Author’s Note: I can’t say that I’m all that familiar with the white stuff, either, but I’ve seen it fall from the sky maybe three times in my entire life. So, I can relate to Zayne in this more than anything.
Reyes stood in the doorway of his apartment, staring out at the white, fluffy stuff falling from the sky. A look that fell somewhere between confusion and utter disbelief was stuck on his face. “What the hell is this shit anyway?”
“It’s called snow, Reyes,” Zeklos said, approaching his partner. “I figured even you Texas natives knew what that was.”
Zayne flashed him an angry glare. “It doesn’t snow in Houston, you jerk. Or, at least, not normally. Flurries have been sighted, I’ve been told.”
“Is this the reason you asked I come pick you up?” He shoved his gloved hands into his pockets, thankful he’d had the foresight to keep a pair on hand. Not that he’d ever thought he’d need them in southern Nevada, but old habits died hard. “You’re afraid to drive in the snow?”
An incredulous look sprawled across Reyes’ face. “No,” he spat, not quite convincingly. “Of course not. I just thought…”
“That it couldn’t possibly be snowing?” He knew the feeling. When he’d first landed in the United States, he’d been dumped in New York City, icon of the country and coldest fucking place on earth, or so it had seemed at the time. Considering he’d just vacated Eastern Europe in the wintertime that was saying quite a bit. A month into his stay in the states, he moved west, thinking heat had to be better than cold. He’d lived in frigid weather for the first portion of his life, he decided the rest of it could be drenched in sunlight. “Can’t exactly say I saw that one coming myself.”
“It’s so freaky,” Zayne said. Turning his face to the sky, fat flakes of icy coolness landed on his skin. His eyelashes fluttered, flicking wet droplets onto his cheeks. “I’ve never seen snow fall from the sky.”
Zeklos blinked and directed his gaze upwards, watching the snow fall and tried to see it through new eyes. The small village he’d grown up in saw snow regularly, although not the mountains and mountains of snow some places received. To think that his partner had never witnessed the beauty and serenity of the world covered in an unbroken blanket of white – it seemed incomprehensible. But then, he’d never experienced the glory of one hundred and seventeen degrees of pure fury on his skin either until his first summer in the desert. Which, as insane as it sounded, held a distinct glory of its own.
Taking his hands out of his pockets, he grabbed hold of Reyes’ arm and drew him out from the doorstep. The flurry, because it wasn’t anything more than just that, had picked up a bit, the wind whipping the flakes across the sky. Bits of white landed in his dark hair, catching in the loops and whorls gracing the top of his head.
“What are you doing?” Reyes turned those bright green eyes on him, questioning his sanity.
“You said you’ve never seen snow fall from the sky, right? Well then that means you’ve never stood in it, either. And truly, half the fun is being in the middle of it when it happens.”
That was really only partly true. When you’re say, six, it’s exciting as hell to feel those icy nips as the flakes hit your face and hands. As you got older, every flake that fell became one you’d later have to shovel, and heaven only knew that wasn’t any fun. But he wasn’t going to ruin Zayne’s experience with stupid things like facts and past familiarities. Who knew when they might get to experience something like this again? Knowing that it wouldn’t amount to anything more than a flurry, he intended to enjoy the sight like he always had as a child.
“Stick your tongue out,” Andrej said.
“What?” Reyes’ gaze was on him again, wary.
“Like this,” he said, sticking his tongue out, snow landing on the proffered organ, melting immediately. Zeklos closed his eyes, allowing himself to be that innocent kid again for a moment.
“You’re nuts,” he muttered, sticking his own tongue out. A flake landed on it, causing him to giggle happily. “It’s cold. I knew it would be but…”
“It still catches you off guard, doesn’t it?” Zeklos looked at his partner and smiled. Zayne could be such a child sometimes, but this was one of those rare moments when it was expected. He used his gloved hand to brush some accumulated snow from the Texan’s face, spots of color riding high on his cheekbones.
God, he was so handsome, it almost hurt.
Zayne giggled again, an uplifting sound if he’d ever heard one. He could feel his partner’s unrestrained joy all the way down to his toes. “What’s so funny?”
“It kind of tickles when they brush your face, doesn’t it?” He lifted his head to the sky again, closing his eyes and letting the snow fall.
Andrej sighed, watching his partner revel in the new experience. A shiver shook Reyes’ body, reminding Zeklos that the southerner wasn’t exactly dressed for the weather in his thin pajama pants and t-shirt. He’d better drag him inside and get him undressed – rather, dressed properly – before they left for their day of chasing bad guys.
He also needed to reign his meandering thoughts in, stat, before he got himself into trouble.
“Zayne,” he said, hating himself for every word. “You’re going to catch your death if you don’t get changed.”
Reyes looked down at himself, laughing when he realized he was still in his sleepwear. “Right. Pants, real ones, and a sweater. On it, boss.”
Watching as Zayne raced back inside, he brought up the rear, closing the apartment door behind him. Indoors, it was warmer and he tracked a few wet footprints across Reyes’ carpet before he noticed. Stepping back into the entryway, he kicked off his shoes and hung his jacket in the coat closet nearby. Zayne was not the fastest when it came to getting ready – mostly because he took an inordinate amount of time perfecting that effortless looking hairstyle of his. He shouldn’t complain really, it worked for the man. Although, if he were ever asked – not that he would be – he much preferred the careless tousle those dark locks were currently in to any stylized semblance of ‘artful disarray’. That bedhead gave him ideas that the more refined look never would.
Andrej sighed again, settling himself into his usual spot in Reyes’ living room. The chair was comfortably worn and called to him whenever he was near it. Oddly, it also smelled of Zayne’s cologne. He breathed deeply, taking in the familiar scent, wondering why it was all over this chair when he knew his partner preferred the newer, larger recliner on the other side of the room.
Things to ponder at a later date, he supposed. But he was relatively certain that it had nothing to do with the fact that he personally sat in this chair several times a week. A horrifying thought crossed his mind, making him wonder if maybe someone else used this chair when he wasn’t around, giving Reyes a reason to come sit and daydream in this particular spot. The possibility that one of Zayne’s many lady friends occupying his spot in Reyes’ world upset him more than he thought it might.
“What’s with the face, Zek?” Reyes stood above him, looking down with concern.
“What? Oh – nothing. Just… thinking.” How the hell did he talk himself out of this one? Lovesick idiot.
“About?” An eyebrow lifted in question.
Zeklos flushed, despite his inherent discomfort. “Uh, why my chair – I mean, this chair – smells like your cologne.”
A giant smile cracked Zayne’s face. “Are you worried that I’m having sex in your chair, Zeklos? I’d never do that, ever. I look at this chair and I always see you in it, no matter whose company I’m keeping. My god, you are so strange sometimes.” He shook his head, amused.
He felt himself flush more deeply, the embarrassment warring with the sudden betrayal of his baser instincts roaring to life. “No, I –”
“Yeah, that’s a yes,” Zayne chuckled, cutting him off. “Come on, I think I’ve wasted too much of our time today.”
Andrej pulled himself together enough to nod and meet his partner’s gaze. Taking in the hunter green cable-knit sweater, obviously new jeans over the same old worn out boots, his breath caught in his throat. Zayne’s usual uniform consisted of a pair of lived-in denims and whatever clean shirt he could scrounge up. The fanciest he ever got was an Oxford pullover. “I think hell has officially frozen over, Reyes. You actually look presentable today.”
He shrugged, a half-grin gracing his handsome face. “Eh, I can try when I want to. I usually just don’t bother.”
Zayne opened the closet and pulled out Andrej’s coat, tossing it to its owner. Reaching back inside the closet, he grabbed his own and shoved his arms into it. “We ready?”
“We’re ready,” Andrej replied standing and following Reyes out of the apartment. “It’s about damn time you were ready to get to work.”
“Oh shut up,” Reyes laughed, taking the lead along the path to the parking area.
As if Zayne had done it on purpose, Andrej found himself falling into line behind him, watching the way his partner’s thighs and ass moved inside those tight, new jeans. He groaned, mentally kicking himself for even sneaking a peek. One of these days, Reyes’ innate sexuality was going to be the death of him.
But good lord, what a way to go.
It was stupid to even fantasize about his blatantly heterosexual co-worker because there was no way that door swung any way but the obvious. On the other hand, the improbable had happened – it was snowing in Satan’s backyard. Who’s to say that something equally improbable might still come to be?
Maybe when hell froze over the next time, Zayne would see him for who he really was. Poor, delusional fool that he was.
Cursing himself, Zeklos pulled his attention away from Zayne’s ass and focused on their present needs. Coffee, first. Then work. Erotic daydreams had no place at work. For now.
Fandom: Tigan Detective Original Fic
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of ogling
Word Count: 1,699
Summary: Zayne Reyes hasn’t ever seen snow fall before. Andrej Zeklos, on the other hand, is all too familiar with the white stuff.
Author’s Note: I can’t say that I’m all that familiar with the white stuff, either, but I’ve seen it fall from the sky maybe three times in my entire life. So, I can relate to Zayne in this more than anything.
Reyes stood in the doorway of his apartment, staring out at the white, fluffy stuff falling from the sky. A look that fell somewhere between confusion and utter disbelief was stuck on his face. “What the hell is this shit anyway?”
“It’s called snow, Reyes,” Zeklos said, approaching his partner. “I figured even you Texas natives knew what that was.”
Zayne flashed him an angry glare. “It doesn’t snow in Houston, you jerk. Or, at least, not normally. Flurries have been sighted, I’ve been told.”
“Is this the reason you asked I come pick you up?” He shoved his gloved hands into his pockets, thankful he’d had the foresight to keep a pair on hand. Not that he’d ever thought he’d need them in southern Nevada, but old habits died hard. “You’re afraid to drive in the snow?”
An incredulous look sprawled across Reyes’ face. “No,” he spat, not quite convincingly. “Of course not. I just thought…”
“That it couldn’t possibly be snowing?” He knew the feeling. When he’d first landed in the United States, he’d been dumped in New York City, icon of the country and coldest fucking place on earth, or so it had seemed at the time. Considering he’d just vacated Eastern Europe in the wintertime that was saying quite a bit. A month into his stay in the states, he moved west, thinking heat had to be better than cold. He’d lived in frigid weather for the first portion of his life, he decided the rest of it could be drenched in sunlight. “Can’t exactly say I saw that one coming myself.”
“It’s so freaky,” Zayne said. Turning his face to the sky, fat flakes of icy coolness landed on his skin. His eyelashes fluttered, flicking wet droplets onto his cheeks. “I’ve never seen snow fall from the sky.”
Zeklos blinked and directed his gaze upwards, watching the snow fall and tried to see it through new eyes. The small village he’d grown up in saw snow regularly, although not the mountains and mountains of snow some places received. To think that his partner had never witnessed the beauty and serenity of the world covered in an unbroken blanket of white – it seemed incomprehensible. But then, he’d never experienced the glory of one hundred and seventeen degrees of pure fury on his skin either until his first summer in the desert. Which, as insane as it sounded, held a distinct glory of its own.
Taking his hands out of his pockets, he grabbed hold of Reyes’ arm and drew him out from the doorstep. The flurry, because it wasn’t anything more than just that, had picked up a bit, the wind whipping the flakes across the sky. Bits of white landed in his dark hair, catching in the loops and whorls gracing the top of his head.
“What are you doing?” Reyes turned those bright green eyes on him, questioning his sanity.
“You said you’ve never seen snow fall from the sky, right? Well then that means you’ve never stood in it, either. And truly, half the fun is being in the middle of it when it happens.”
That was really only partly true. When you’re say, six, it’s exciting as hell to feel those icy nips as the flakes hit your face and hands. As you got older, every flake that fell became one you’d later have to shovel, and heaven only knew that wasn’t any fun. But he wasn’t going to ruin Zayne’s experience with stupid things like facts and past familiarities. Who knew when they might get to experience something like this again? Knowing that it wouldn’t amount to anything more than a flurry, he intended to enjoy the sight like he always had as a child.
“Stick your tongue out,” Andrej said.
“What?” Reyes’ gaze was on him again, wary.
“Like this,” he said, sticking his tongue out, snow landing on the proffered organ, melting immediately. Zeklos closed his eyes, allowing himself to be that innocent kid again for a moment.
“You’re nuts,” he muttered, sticking his own tongue out. A flake landed on it, causing him to giggle happily. “It’s cold. I knew it would be but…”
“It still catches you off guard, doesn’t it?” Zeklos looked at his partner and smiled. Zayne could be such a child sometimes, but this was one of those rare moments when it was expected. He used his gloved hand to brush some accumulated snow from the Texan’s face, spots of color riding high on his cheekbones.
God, he was so handsome, it almost hurt.
Zayne giggled again, an uplifting sound if he’d ever heard one. He could feel his partner’s unrestrained joy all the way down to his toes. “What’s so funny?”
“It kind of tickles when they brush your face, doesn’t it?” He lifted his head to the sky again, closing his eyes and letting the snow fall.
Andrej sighed, watching his partner revel in the new experience. A shiver shook Reyes’ body, reminding Zeklos that the southerner wasn’t exactly dressed for the weather in his thin pajama pants and t-shirt. He’d better drag him inside and get him undressed – rather, dressed properly – before they left for their day of chasing bad guys.
He also needed to reign his meandering thoughts in, stat, before he got himself into trouble.
“Zayne,” he said, hating himself for every word. “You’re going to catch your death if you don’t get changed.”
Reyes looked down at himself, laughing when he realized he was still in his sleepwear. “Right. Pants, real ones, and a sweater. On it, boss.”
Watching as Zayne raced back inside, he brought up the rear, closing the apartment door behind him. Indoors, it was warmer and he tracked a few wet footprints across Reyes’ carpet before he noticed. Stepping back into the entryway, he kicked off his shoes and hung his jacket in the coat closet nearby. Zayne was not the fastest when it came to getting ready – mostly because he took an inordinate amount of time perfecting that effortless looking hairstyle of his. He shouldn’t complain really, it worked for the man. Although, if he were ever asked – not that he would be – he much preferred the careless tousle those dark locks were currently in to any stylized semblance of ‘artful disarray’. That bedhead gave him ideas that the more refined look never would.
Andrej sighed again, settling himself into his usual spot in Reyes’ living room. The chair was comfortably worn and called to him whenever he was near it. Oddly, it also smelled of Zayne’s cologne. He breathed deeply, taking in the familiar scent, wondering why it was all over this chair when he knew his partner preferred the newer, larger recliner on the other side of the room.
Things to ponder at a later date, he supposed. But he was relatively certain that it had nothing to do with the fact that he personally sat in this chair several times a week. A horrifying thought crossed his mind, making him wonder if maybe someone else used this chair when he wasn’t around, giving Reyes a reason to come sit and daydream in this particular spot. The possibility that one of Zayne’s many lady friends occupying his spot in Reyes’ world upset him more than he thought it might.
“What’s with the face, Zek?” Reyes stood above him, looking down with concern.
“What? Oh – nothing. Just… thinking.” How the hell did he talk himself out of this one? Lovesick idiot.
“About?” An eyebrow lifted in question.
Zeklos flushed, despite his inherent discomfort. “Uh, why my chair – I mean, this chair – smells like your cologne.”
A giant smile cracked Zayne’s face. “Are you worried that I’m having sex in your chair, Zeklos? I’d never do that, ever. I look at this chair and I always see you in it, no matter whose company I’m keeping. My god, you are so strange sometimes.” He shook his head, amused.
He felt himself flush more deeply, the embarrassment warring with the sudden betrayal of his baser instincts roaring to life. “No, I –”
“Yeah, that’s a yes,” Zayne chuckled, cutting him off. “Come on, I think I’ve wasted too much of our time today.”
Andrej pulled himself together enough to nod and meet his partner’s gaze. Taking in the hunter green cable-knit sweater, obviously new jeans over the same old worn out boots, his breath caught in his throat. Zayne’s usual uniform consisted of a pair of lived-in denims and whatever clean shirt he could scrounge up. The fanciest he ever got was an Oxford pullover. “I think hell has officially frozen over, Reyes. You actually look presentable today.”
He shrugged, a half-grin gracing his handsome face. “Eh, I can try when I want to. I usually just don’t bother.”
Zayne opened the closet and pulled out Andrej’s coat, tossing it to its owner. Reaching back inside the closet, he grabbed his own and shoved his arms into it. “We ready?”
“We’re ready,” Andrej replied standing and following Reyes out of the apartment. “It’s about damn time you were ready to get to work.”
“Oh shut up,” Reyes laughed, taking the lead along the path to the parking area.
As if Zayne had done it on purpose, Andrej found himself falling into line behind him, watching the way his partner’s thighs and ass moved inside those tight, new jeans. He groaned, mentally kicking himself for even sneaking a peek. One of these days, Reyes’ innate sexuality was going to be the death of him.
But good lord, what a way to go.
It was stupid to even fantasize about his blatantly heterosexual co-worker because there was no way that door swung any way but the obvious. On the other hand, the improbable had happened – it was snowing in Satan’s backyard. Who’s to say that something equally improbable might still come to be?
Maybe when hell froze over the next time, Zayne would see him for who he really was. Poor, delusional fool that he was.
Cursing himself, Zeklos pulled his attention away from Zayne’s ass and focused on their present needs. Coffee, first. Then work. Erotic daydreams had no place at work. For now.
