Not as smutty as it could have been, but I'm kind of at work. Hah.
James moved slowly, not wanting to wake either of the men he was settled between. Cracking an eye, he glared at the alarm clock, ready to shriek into the early morning quiet. God, he hated Andy’s alarm, but he had to admit, the damn thing was effective. Not even the cowboy could sleep through its blaring call and that boy could sleep through an earthquake. Rumor was, he had slept through an earthquake once.
His eyes told him that they had another blessed fifteen minutes before they all had to roll out of bed and start getting ready for work. Andy’d head for the kitchen, returning with coffee for them all, a ritual that had started long ago. Zayne would pull the pillow over his head and attempt to go back to sleep. It was James’ job to make sure the cowboy got up and moving before that happened. Sometimes, he and Andy had to get creative. Leave it to Reyes to cause trouble so early in the morning. A brush of skin on skin drew his attention to his left. “Good morning,” he whispered to the mass of unruly dark hair. Rolling onto his side, James propped himself on an elbow, watching his favorite person stir to wakefulness.
“Buna,” Andrej muttered, not quite awake enough to remember his English. Dark lashes over deep blue eyes fluttered, settled, remained open. “What time is it, Jay?”
“Too fucking early for you two to be yapping,” Zayne grumbled, turning over and taking the covers with him.
“While he might be right in theory,” James chuckled, “it’s about ten till.”
“Let me have my damn ten minutes, narco,” Zayne growled into his pillow.
“Fine,” James said, pulling a still sleeping Andy into his arms. “You go back to sleep. We’ll just… occupy ourselves for the next ten or fifteen minutes.”
Zayne stilled in his quest for the best possible sleeping position. Turning so that he faced James, he frowned. “If you think the two of you are going to get up to something freaky while I go back to sleep, you’re delusional.”
Andrej’s arm stretched across James’ pale middle, reaching out for Zayne’s arm. “Go back to sleep, Zayne, we are not getting up to anything.”
“We’re not,” James said, disappointment heavy in his words. “Damn.”
“See,” Zayne said, pointing a listless finger in the redhead’s direction. “I knew what he was after.”
“That’s only because it’s the same thing you’re always after, cowboy.” James’ fingers lightly stroked Andy’s mutinous hair. It was only slightly less crazy than Zayne’s out of control mop. Both were equally adorable so early in the morning.
“Can you blame me,” Zayne asked, snuggling into James’ side.
“No,” James said, running a hand along the smooth skin of Zayne’s arm. “Not one damn bit. I crave this like you crave pizza.”
“You got that right, baby,” Zayne agreed, brushing his fingertips against Andrej’s cheek.
Muttering something in a language his two lovers barely understood, Zeklos lifted his head off James’ chest. “You are not giving me much choice this morning, are you?”
“We’d never force you into anything,” James said.
“But we might coerce you a little,” Zayne laughed.
“Not that it takes much to change his mind,” James added.
“Nope,” Zayne agreed, toying with a lock of Andrej’s hair. “Just a little encouragement is all that he needs.”
“Gah,” Andrej yelped when Zayne tugged at the lock of hair between his fingers.
“See, like that.”
With a groan, Andrej pushed Zayne’s hand away from his face. “I hate you both,” he said without any real force behind his words. Before either Zayne or James could reply, Andrej straddled James’ waist, dipping low enough to kiss the redhead.
“Oh hell yes,” Zayne shouted, wrapping an arm around Andrej’s chest and biting into the thick line of muscle along Andrej’s shoulder. “I can give up sleep for this.”
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Ten Minutes - Romani Detective Original Fiction - NC-17 - 1/2
Date: 2017-11-07 10:21 pm (UTC)James moved slowly, not wanting to wake either of the men he was settled between. Cracking an eye, he glared at the alarm clock, ready to shriek into the early morning quiet. God, he hated Andy’s alarm, but he had to admit, the damn thing was effective. Not even the cowboy could sleep through its blaring call and that boy could sleep through an earthquake. Rumor was, he had slept through an earthquake once.
His eyes told him that they had another blessed fifteen minutes before they all had to roll out of bed and start getting ready for work. Andy’d head for the kitchen, returning with coffee for them all, a ritual that had started long ago. Zayne would pull the pillow over his head and attempt to go back to sleep. It was James’ job to make sure the cowboy got up and moving before that happened. Sometimes, he and Andy had to get creative. Leave it to Reyes to cause trouble so early in the morning.
A brush of skin on skin drew his attention to his left. “Good morning,” he whispered to the mass of unruly dark hair. Rolling onto his side, James propped himself on an elbow, watching his favorite person stir to wakefulness.
“Buna,” Andrej muttered, not quite awake enough to remember his English. Dark lashes over deep blue eyes fluttered, settled, remained open. “What time is it, Jay?”
“Too fucking early for you two to be yapping,” Zayne grumbled, turning over and taking the covers with him.
“While he might be right in theory,” James chuckled, “it’s about ten till.”
“Let me have my damn ten minutes, narco,” Zayne growled into his pillow.
“Fine,” James said, pulling a still sleeping Andy into his arms. “You go back to sleep. We’ll just… occupy ourselves for the next ten or fifteen minutes.”
Zayne stilled in his quest for the best possible sleeping position. Turning so that he faced James, he frowned. “If you think the two of you are going to get up to something freaky while I go back to sleep, you’re delusional.”
Andrej’s arm stretched across James’ pale middle, reaching out for Zayne’s arm. “Go back to sleep, Zayne, we are not getting up to anything.”
“We’re not,” James said, disappointment heavy in his words. “Damn.”
“See,” Zayne said, pointing a listless finger in the redhead’s direction. “I knew what he was after.”
“That’s only because it’s the same thing you’re always after, cowboy.” James’ fingers lightly stroked Andy’s mutinous hair. It was only slightly less crazy than Zayne’s out of control mop. Both were equally adorable so early in the morning.
“Can you blame me,” Zayne asked, snuggling into James’ side.
“No,” James said, running a hand along the smooth skin of Zayne’s arm. “Not one damn bit. I crave this like you crave pizza.”
“You got that right, baby,” Zayne agreed, brushing his fingertips against Andrej’s cheek.
Muttering something in a language his two lovers barely understood, Zeklos lifted his head off James’ chest. “You are not giving me much choice this morning, are you?”
“We’d never force you into anything,” James said.
“But we might coerce you a little,” Zayne laughed.
“Not that it takes much to change his mind,” James added.
“Nope,” Zayne agreed, toying with a lock of Andrej’s hair. “Just a little encouragement is all that he needs.”
“Gah,” Andrej yelped when Zayne tugged at the lock of hair between his fingers.
“See, like that.”
With a groan, Andrej pushed Zayne’s hand away from his face. “I hate you both,” he said without any real force behind his words. Before either Zayne or James could reply, Andrej straddled James’ waist, dipping low enough to kiss the redhead.
“Oh hell yes,” Zayne shouted, wrapping an arm around Andrej’s chest and biting into the thick line of muscle along Andrej’s shoulder. “I can give up sleep for this.”