Then his brain caught up with what he was going and he stilled. God what was he doing? He promised he wouldn’t do this to himself anymore. No more, yet… here he was. “No,” he said and pulled away, “I-I can’t do this,” his voice cracked as he spoke and scrambled to his feet.
“Wait,” Altair managed to grab him before he’d gotten to far. “I’m sorry.”
“Altair you just can’t do that,” he said trying to make Altair understand everything that was right and wrong with what had just happened.
“I know. I just… sorry,” he said again. “That wasn’t very fair,” he agreed still holding onto Malik’s hand so he couldn’t leave. Malik didn’t even know if he wanted to even if he knew he should. He didn’t want to want this even if he did. He couldn’t remember a time where recently he’d wanted something this badly. But he refused to be hurt again, especially after that thing with Ezio and he was pretty sure he’d wrecked every single part of that relationship. Because of that he was telling himself no. “Maybe we should start this over,” Altair said a bit awkwardly after pulling a face and shrugging to his feet.
Malik’s lip became a thin line. He shouldn’t he really really shoulder. “If you want,” he sad with half a sigh.
“Hi, I’m Altair Kassab, what’s your name?” he asked and Malik couldn’t help it; he laughed. From anyone else it would have been a terrible, terrible line but somehow totally worked for Altair despite it being corny.
“Malik Al-Sayf,” he said grinning dumbly at Altair despite himself.
“Well Malik, I think you’re very handsome and I would love it if you’d come to dinner with me,” he said charmingly.
Malik couldn’t believe him, but at the same time was hardly surprised. This was exactly the sort of dumb stunt he’d expect Altair to pull actually and he was totally falling for it. He didn’t even care if he was either because this was priceless. “Okay,” he said totally unable to say anything else.
“Great,” and Altair smiled.
Malik was so fucked.
—
Malik was having trouble getting his key into the lock. He wasn’t exactly surprised since he was a bit tipsy, not drunk exactly, not really, just pleasantly buzzed. Altair was leaning against the doorframe next him just looking at him, which was for some reason significantly affecting his ability to use a door properly. “Having trouble Malik?” Altair asked so smoothly he actually slurred.
“Shut up you,” he said shooting a stern look at Altair who just laughed. He moved off the doorframe to try to help him but that was just distracting since it involved Altair being right on top of him, pressing against him. “You’re even worse at this than me,” Malik scolded him.
“Hmmmm,” was the only reply he got and lips pressed against his neck kissing. This wouldn’t end well. An arm went around his waist tugging at him as Altair’s lips and mouth worked across Malik’s neck.
The lock of the door clacked open when Malik finally managed to get the key in and they all but stumbled inside, half laughing at they did so as they tried not to trip over their own feet. Malik closed the door and didn’t even manage to lock it before he was pushed firmly against the door and a pair of lips found their way to his. Malik sighed against them and fisted his hand in Altair’s hair firmly, keeping him close. Altair’s tongue slid against his lips seeking admittance and Malik opened his mouth to allow that hot tongue of his to properly examine the inside of his mouth. He sagged against the door, more leaning against it now than Altair was actually pushing him against it.
His brows went up when he felt Altair’s hands pulling at the button of his pant and finally broke the lip lock. “No,” he said pushing away his hands, “I don’t have sex with drunk people.”
“I’m not drunk,” Altair smirked burying his face in Malik’s neck and tried to do what he’d been doing before.
“I also don’t have sex when I’m drunk,” Malik said keeping a somewhat firm grip on that adventurous hand of Altair.
“You’re not drunk,” Altair said playfully into his ear a grin on his lips.
“Mmm, a little,” Malik countered.
“Damn,” Altair groaned into Malik’s shoulder and Malik just laughed.
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (68/?)
“Wait,” Altair managed to grab him before he’d gotten to far. “I’m sorry.”
“Altair you just can’t do that,” he said trying to make Altair understand everything that was right and wrong with what had just happened.
“I know. I just… sorry,” he said again. “That wasn’t very fair,” he agreed still holding onto Malik’s hand so he couldn’t leave. Malik didn’t even know if he wanted to even if he knew he should. He didn’t want to want this even if he did. He couldn’t remember a time where recently he’d wanted something this badly. But he refused to be hurt again, especially after that thing with Ezio and he was pretty sure he’d wrecked every single part of that relationship. Because of that he was telling himself no. “Maybe we should start this over,” Altair said a bit awkwardly after pulling a face and shrugging to his feet.
Malik’s lip became a thin line. He shouldn’t he really really shoulder. “If you want,” he sad with half a sigh.
“Hi, I’m Altair Kassab, what’s your name?” he asked and Malik couldn’t help it; he laughed. From anyone else it would have been a terrible, terrible line but somehow totally worked for Altair despite it being corny.
“Malik Al-Sayf,” he said grinning dumbly at Altair despite himself.
“Well Malik, I think you’re very handsome and I would love it if you’d come to dinner with me,” he said charmingly.
Malik couldn’t believe him, but at the same time was hardly surprised. This was exactly the sort of dumb stunt he’d expect Altair to pull actually and he was totally falling for it. He didn’t even care if he was either because this was priceless. “Okay,” he said totally unable to say anything else.
“Great,” and Altair smiled.
Malik was so fucked.
—
Malik was having trouble getting his key into the lock. He wasn’t exactly surprised since he was a bit tipsy, not drunk exactly, not really, just pleasantly buzzed. Altair was leaning against the doorframe next him just looking at him, which was for some reason significantly affecting his ability to use a door properly. “Having trouble Malik?” Altair asked so smoothly he actually slurred.
“Shut up you,” he said shooting a stern look at Altair who just laughed. He moved off the doorframe to try to help him but that was just distracting since it involved Altair being right on top of him, pressing against him. “You’re even worse at this than me,” Malik scolded him.
“Hmmmm,” was the only reply he got and lips pressed against his neck kissing. This wouldn’t end well. An arm went around his waist tugging at him as Altair’s lips and mouth worked across Malik’s neck.
The lock of the door clacked open when Malik finally managed to get the key in and they all but stumbled inside, half laughing at they did so as they tried not to trip over their own feet. Malik closed the door and didn’t even manage to lock it before he was pushed firmly against the door and a pair of lips found their way to his. Malik sighed against them and fisted his hand in Altair’s hair firmly, keeping him close. Altair’s tongue slid against his lips seeking admittance and Malik opened his mouth to allow that hot tongue of his to properly examine the inside of his mouth. He sagged against the door, more leaning against it now than Altair was actually pushing him against it.
His brows went up when he felt Altair’s hands pulling at the button of his pant and finally broke the lip lock. “No,” he said pushing away his hands, “I don’t have sex with drunk people.”
“I’m not drunk,” Altair smirked burying his face in Malik’s neck and tried to do what he’d been doing before.
“I also don’t have sex when I’m drunk,” Malik said keeping a somewhat firm grip on that adventurous hand of Altair.
“You’re not drunk,” Altair said playfully into his ear a grin on his lips.
“Mmm, a little,” Malik countered.
“Damn,” Altair groaned into Malik’s shoulder and Malik just laughed.