“Also, it is too warm in here for these,” Malik said and partially shrugged off his coat. He only got it half way off before his own hand was shoved away and Altair peeled it off him, his hands deliberately slow to find the contours of his body under his clothes. It then took all three hands to get Altair out of his own coat he’d borrowed since he was having a terrible time with the button/zipper combo that held the thing closed. It didn’t help that Altair couldn’t keep those teasing lips of his to himself because they kept finding Malik’s lips or neck or throat or jaw or any other space of skin that made Malik’s hand even more awkward than it was on it’s own when he was tipsy. Finally though it ended up on the floor and Malik shoved his hand up his shirt, fingers brushing carefully over his bandages but being far from gentle when they met skin.
“Are you sure we can’t have sex?” Altair complained and Malik just snickered with a shake of his head. He then proceeded to talk to himself in Arabic sounding more than a little frustrated.
“You’ll live,” Malik reminded him, taking his hand out from under those clothes to grab him by the chin to kiss him again.
Malik was distantly aware of some noise that should have been very familiar but seemed strange to him. He was to wrapped up in the Syrian to give it much thought though. Or he did until someone banged on the door startling them both.
“Malik,” Kadar called through the door. “Why won’t the door open?”
“Your brother has the worst timing,” Altair groaned into Malik’s ear.
“You’re telling me,” he grumbled. Why couldn’t Kadar have been in his room? Or even been somewhere else?
“Mal,” he called again, “Are you sitting at the door again? I can’t come in and hug you if you are-
“Kadar. Shut up,” Malik yelled back hating that little smirk on Altair’s face just then.
“Let me in, it’s cold out here.” Grumbling Malik pushed Altair off him and picked up his coat which was on the floor and opened the door. “Thanks,” Kadar said leaning down and picking up a stack of books. God his brother was such a nerd sometimes Malik was almost embarrassed for him. He gave them both a quick once over, “Are you two drunk or were you hitting the Vicodin?” he asked kicking the door closed.
“I’m not drunk,” Altair informed him.
“Yeah, drunk,” Kadar nodded, “You’re too lucid to be on Vicodin,” and Altair flushed. He eyed the two older men for a second before going into his room but didn’t close the door, as Malik heard him drop the books Altair leaned over onto him, hands on his shoulder and spoke into his ear. What he was saying Malik had no idea since it was in Arabic annoyingly enough but he got the idea and turned red. He shoved Altair when Kadar came back and tried to school his face back into order but found it difficult. “Hey Mal, you should go to bed.”
“Sure,” Malik said though didn’t really want to.
Kadar gave him a look then turned to Altair, “You, go to bed.”
“Make me brat,” he sneered.
“What were you even doing out so late Kadar?” Malik asked trying to think strait.
“Library, I have a paper due soon. Which is partially why I’m saying go to bed,” he folded his arms over his chest, “The other part is because I don’t want you bitching and moaning because you stayed up so late like on Halloween.”
“You sound like dad you know, stop that,” Malik shook a finger at him.
“Bed,” and Kadar grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, marching him to his room, “You too,” he called to Altair who grumbled but made his way over to the couch before slumping into it. “Really brother,” Kadar sighed, rolling his eyes as he shoved Malik into his room.
“What?” Malik asked.
“Nothing, just noTHING!” he said as Malik fell onto his bed, dragging Kadar with him making his voice jump an entire octave in doing so. “Malik,” he groaned, “I have a paper to finish,” he complained into Malik’s shoulder since the older man was hugging him and not letting him go. After a few moments he sighed and hugged him back, “Let go and go to bed,” he said and Malik did let him go so Kadar could stand. As his brother left Malik kicked off his shoes and didn’t bother to undress before going to bed.
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (70?)
“Are you sure we can’t have sex?” Altair complained and Malik just snickered with a shake of his head. He then proceeded to talk to himself in Arabic sounding more than a little frustrated.
“You’ll live,” Malik reminded him, taking his hand out from under those clothes to grab him by the chin to kiss him again.
Malik was distantly aware of some noise that should have been very familiar but seemed strange to him. He was to wrapped up in the Syrian to give it much thought though. Or he did until someone banged on the door startling them both.
“Malik,” Kadar called through the door. “Why won’t the door open?”
“Your brother has the worst timing,” Altair groaned into Malik’s ear.
“You’re telling me,” he grumbled. Why couldn’t Kadar have been in his room? Or even been somewhere else?
“Mal,” he called again, “Are you sitting at the door again? I can’t come in and hug you if you are-
“Kadar. Shut up,” Malik yelled back hating that little smirk on Altair’s face just then.
“Let me in, it’s cold out here.” Grumbling Malik pushed Altair off him and picked up his coat which was on the floor and opened the door. “Thanks,” Kadar said leaning down and picking up a stack of books. God his brother was such a nerd sometimes Malik was almost embarrassed for him. He gave them both a quick once over, “Are you two drunk or were you hitting the Vicodin?” he asked kicking the door closed.
“I’m not drunk,” Altair informed him.
“Yeah, drunk,” Kadar nodded, “You’re too lucid to be on Vicodin,” and Altair flushed. He eyed the two older men for a second before going into his room but didn’t close the door, as Malik heard him drop the books Altair leaned over onto him, hands on his shoulder and spoke into his ear. What he was saying Malik had no idea since it was in Arabic annoyingly enough but he got the idea and turned red. He shoved Altair when Kadar came back and tried to school his face back into order but found it difficult. “Hey Mal, you should go to bed.”
“Sure,” Malik said though didn’t really want to.
Kadar gave him a look then turned to Altair, “You, go to bed.”
“Make me brat,” he sneered.
“What were you even doing out so late Kadar?” Malik asked trying to think strait.
“Library, I have a paper due soon. Which is partially why I’m saying go to bed,” he folded his arms over his chest, “The other part is because I don’t want you bitching and moaning because you stayed up so late like on Halloween.”
“You sound like dad you know, stop that,” Malik shook a finger at him.
“Bed,” and Kadar grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, marching him to his room, “You too,” he called to Altair who grumbled but made his way over to the couch before slumping into it. “Really brother,” Kadar sighed, rolling his eyes as he shoved Malik into his room.
“What?” Malik asked.
“Nothing, just noTHING!” he said as Malik fell onto his bed, dragging Kadar with him making his voice jump an entire octave in doing so. “Malik,” he groaned, “I have a paper to finish,” he complained into Malik’s shoulder since the older man was hugging him and not letting him go. After a few moments he sighed and hugged him back, “Let go and go to bed,” he said and Malik did let him go so Kadar could stand. As his brother left Malik kicked off his shoes and didn’t bother to undress before going to bed.