He really didn’t want to be either. He wanted to enjoy this, especially since Ezio wasn’t bad at this. Finally something he wasn’t awkward at in this relationship about since it seemed like sometimes it was all just one giant awkward moment. Malik grunted when Ezio pulled one leg around his waist and used his other hand to actually undo his pants since all he’d managed was the belt. Ezio was muttering to himself in Italian, yet another language he couldn’t speak. Damnit why was he always interested in bilingual guys? The distracted thought made him gasp as his body reacted properly, finally, to the attention. Why it took this long or what had even turned him on was a bit of a mystery though and he continued to have trouble maintaining it. This wasn’t good at all.
He’d gotten off when he was being distracted though. Maybe he was just thinking too much about this. If that was so he had no trouble not thinking about much even with Ezio trying to pull his attention to certain areas with his lips on skin. It seemed to work too as his mind drifted off to think about other things it was easier to just sink into it.
His jaw clenched as unbidden amber eyes swam up to his mind’s eye. He should be thinking about nothing not- not THAT! He let out a slow deep breath and tried to think of nothing, just absolutely nothing except for what he was feeling and not anything else. His brain however had other ideas though and knew what it liked. And that included a certain pair of amber eyes and a smirk that made him want to punch it’s owner in the face while his stomach did a fumbled summersault. It was fearlessness and an adrenaline junkie and someone who didn’t give shit about rules or ‘playing fair’ or even bothering to do anything that couldn’t be fun in some way.
Malik felt heat rise up into his cheeks as he actually started to get turned on, but for all the wrong reasons that made him almost ill. He cursed in his head and forced his eyes open so he couldn’t keep pretending. There was Ezio and all he felt was… was disappointed. “Stop,” he groaned.
“Yeah, right,” Ezio smirked and nuzzled his neck.
“I said stop,” Malik said sharpening his voice. Then his temper wound up, “Ezio I said stop,” he snapped. Only then did Ezio actually take him seriously and he sat back, removing his hand from his pants. Malik looked at him and just wanted to beat himself in the face. Ezio was a bit drunk but not unattractive at all, he would never be unattractive but this… he didn’t want this. Damnit he was so stupid. “This isn’t working,” he said and pulled his leg off Ezio’s hip and moving away from him.
“What?” he asked, brow furrowing as Malik zipped up his pants feelings his erection, which really hadn’t even been there at all anyway, limpening. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean we aren’t working,” Malik said standing up just so he wasn’t on the same eye level as Ezio.
“I… I don’t get it. How are we not?” Ezio asked looking up at him with that miserably confused look on his face and Malik knew he wasn’t as drunk as he’d probably been acting, if only because he liked acting that way since it meant he wasn’t as responsible for his actions if he was drunk.
“Exactly what you think,” Malik said not even knowing how to say what he was feeling. How the hell was he supposed to confess to all the stuff that had really been going on in his head? “I mean that…that—” He took a deep breath before saying. “I’m breaking up with you.”
“WHAT!?” Ezio jumped off the bed. “Why?” he asked moving over to him and grabbing him by the right shoulder, his left hand almost seemed to want to go for his left shoulder but he hesitated. Ezio was afraid to offend him because of his arm, or his lack of arm. He had to refrain from snarling since that was pity, and Malik hated pity. “Was it because of that? If so I’m sorry. I didn’t-
“No, that isn’t it,” Malik said shaking his head. “I just—” he shrugged, “I guess I didn’t like you as much as I thought I did,” he gave a strained smile, not at all pleased by his own words.
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He’d gotten off when he was being distracted though. Maybe he was just thinking too much about this. If that was so he had no trouble not thinking about much even with Ezio trying to pull his attention to certain areas with his lips on skin. It seemed to work too as his mind drifted off to think about other things it was easier to just sink into it.
His jaw clenched as unbidden amber eyes swam up to his mind’s eye. He should be thinking about nothing not- not THAT! He let out a slow deep breath and tried to think of nothing, just absolutely nothing except for what he was feeling and not anything else. His brain however had other ideas though and knew what it liked. And that included a certain pair of amber eyes and a smirk that made him want to punch it’s owner in the face while his stomach did a fumbled summersault. It was fearlessness and an adrenaline junkie and someone who didn’t give shit about rules or ‘playing fair’ or even bothering to do anything that couldn’t be fun in some way.
Malik felt heat rise up into his cheeks as he actually started to get turned on, but for all the wrong reasons that made him almost ill. He cursed in his head and forced his eyes open so he couldn’t keep pretending. There was Ezio and all he felt was… was disappointed. “Stop,” he groaned.
“Yeah, right,” Ezio smirked and nuzzled his neck.
“I said stop,” Malik said sharpening his voice. Then his temper wound up, “Ezio I said stop,” he snapped. Only then did Ezio actually take him seriously and he sat back, removing his hand from his pants. Malik looked at him and just wanted to beat himself in the face. Ezio was a bit drunk but not unattractive at all, he would never be unattractive but this… he didn’t want this. Damnit he was so stupid. “This isn’t working,” he said and pulled his leg off Ezio’s hip and moving away from him.
“What?” he asked, brow furrowing as Malik zipped up his pants feelings his erection, which really hadn’t even been there at all anyway, limpening. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean we aren’t working,” Malik said standing up just so he wasn’t on the same eye level as Ezio.
“I… I don’t get it. How are we not?” Ezio asked looking up at him with that miserably confused look on his face and Malik knew he wasn’t as drunk as he’d probably been acting, if only because he liked acting that way since it meant he wasn’t as responsible for his actions if he was drunk.
“Exactly what you think,” Malik said not even knowing how to say what he was feeling. How the hell was he supposed to confess to all the stuff that had really been going on in his head? “I mean that…that—” He took a deep breath before saying. “I’m breaking up with you.”
“WHAT!?” Ezio jumped off the bed. “Why?” he asked moving over to him and grabbing him by the right shoulder, his left hand almost seemed to want to go for his left shoulder but he hesitated. Ezio was afraid to offend him because of his arm, or his lack of arm. He had to refrain from snarling since that was pity, and Malik hated pity. “Was it because of that? If so I’m sorry. I didn’t-
“No, that isn’t it,” Malik said shaking his head. “I just—” he shrugged, “I guess I didn’t like you as much as I thought I did,” he gave a strained smile, not at all pleased by his own words.
“Was it something I did?”
“No.”