Altair had his fingers tangled in Malik’s as they sat there. They didn’t talk, simply enjoyed the silence between them and the occasional passer-by or car that rolled down the narrow one-way street. Then Altair leaned forward and looked down when a car pulled up in front of the building. “I’ll be right back,” he said and stood up. Malik frowned and almost tugged him back down, already missing his added warmth up on the roof, but it was too late, he already had crossed the roof entrance and was gone. Malik tried not to pout as he waited and looked down at the car, which looked like it was a delivery for something or another. Thinking about it made his stomach growl a little, he hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.
He watched the delivery driver get back into his car and drive away. A minute later the roof door opened again. Malik turned around where he sat and saw Altair walking towards him with a few small boxes balanced on top of a large pizza box. He sat down next to Malik without dropping anything.
“You bought pizza,” Malik said staring at the food, his stomach liking the way it smelled very much.
“You’re very clever you know that,” Altair said setting the box on his lap. Malik refrained from shoving because Altair was holding the food and sitting on a ledge. Malik turned to face him, throwing one leg over the other side of the ledge so he straddled it. “I also got some other stuff,” and he handed Malik a styrofoam container. Malik opened it and just about drooled. mozzarella sticks. He stole one and found it was still crispy, it was so hard to get crispy mottz sticks on a delivery, they always were soggy it seemed. But not these. No these were crispy and fresh. The other two containers contained jalapeno poppers and french fries, both as crispy and hot as the mottz sticks. Malik’s stomach growled loudly. Altair laughed at him. “Want a slice?” and Altair opened the big pizza box.
“Who did you ask?” was all Malik said as he picked out a slice of vegetarian with (of all things) shrimp and garlic on it. One half was his favorite (that) and the other was just cheese with mushrooms and jalapenos on it.
“Kadar,” Altair said smugly. Malik hummed and bit into the pizza. It burned a bit but he didn’t care, he was starving. Altair helped himself to some french fries before attacking his own half of the pizza.
“Well for once I approve of him telling people my weird taste in food,” Malik said and Altair snorted. Malik let the pizza slice cool in the cold air for a moment or two before taking another bite. This time it was just cool enough and he groaned when he tore into the slice. He heard Altair cough and smack his chest, but was too focused on his food to pay much attention. “This is fucking delicious,” he added.
“Good,” Altair said approvingly, “Apparently it’s the best pizza in the neighborhood,” he’d already polished off his first slice and was moving in on the poppers. Malik quickly grabbed several and put them in his lap since he didn’t have any illusions that if he didn’t watch them they’d be gone before he got any. He’d learned Altair liked spicy foods since he’d started living on his couch, and after Malik introduced him to sriracha Altair put it on everything. So Altair ate the poppers like they were candy while Malik finished his slice.
They ate in silence, both pushing as much food into their mouths as quickly as possible. One because they were both hungry, and two to eat before it got cold. Once they’d emptied the smaller boxes of all the food and the pizza box of most of it’s contents and had pulled their coats back on, now able to feel the chill, they returned to just relaxing on the roof.
“What are you- oh,” Malik started as Altair moved away from him on the roof only to face away from him and lay his head right on Malik’s lap. Altair grinned up at him from where he was. Malik didn’t say anything, instead he reached out to brush his fingers through Altair’s dark brown hair. Altair closed his eyes, a content look on his face. Malik asked something he didn’t want to ask but needed to because he refused to be caught by surprise again, “When are you leaving again?”
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He watched the delivery driver get back into his car and drive away. A minute later the roof door opened again. Malik turned around where he sat and saw Altair walking towards him with a few small boxes balanced on top of a large pizza box. He sat down next to Malik without dropping anything.
“You bought pizza,” Malik said staring at the food, his stomach liking the way it smelled very much.
“You’re very clever you know that,” Altair said setting the box on his lap. Malik refrained from shoving because Altair was holding the food and sitting on a ledge. Malik turned to face him, throwing one leg over the other side of the ledge so he straddled it. “I also got some other stuff,” and he handed Malik a styrofoam container. Malik opened it and just about drooled. mozzarella sticks. He stole one and found it was still crispy, it was so hard to get crispy mottz sticks on a delivery, they always were soggy it seemed. But not these. No these were crispy and fresh. The other two containers contained jalapeno poppers and french fries, both as crispy and hot as the mottz sticks. Malik’s stomach growled loudly. Altair laughed at him. “Want a slice?” and Altair opened the big pizza box.
“Who did you ask?” was all Malik said as he picked out a slice of vegetarian with (of all things) shrimp and garlic on it. One half was his favorite (that) and the other was just cheese with mushrooms and jalapenos on it.
“Kadar,” Altair said smugly. Malik hummed and bit into the pizza. It burned a bit but he didn’t care, he was starving. Altair helped himself to some french fries before attacking his own half of the pizza.
“Well for once I approve of him telling people my weird taste in food,” Malik said and Altair snorted. Malik let the pizza slice cool in the cold air for a moment or two before taking another bite. This time it was just cool enough and he groaned when he tore into the slice. He heard Altair cough and smack his chest, but was too focused on his food to pay much attention. “This is fucking delicious,” he added.
“Good,” Altair said approvingly, “Apparently it’s the best pizza in the neighborhood,” he’d already polished off his first slice and was moving in on the poppers. Malik quickly grabbed several and put them in his lap since he didn’t have any illusions that if he didn’t watch them they’d be gone before he got any. He’d learned Altair liked spicy foods since he’d started living on his couch, and after Malik introduced him to sriracha Altair put it on everything. So Altair ate the poppers like they were candy while Malik finished his slice.
They ate in silence, both pushing as much food into their mouths as quickly as possible. One because they were both hungry, and two to eat before it got cold. Once they’d emptied the smaller boxes of all the food and the pizza box of most of it’s contents and had pulled their coats back on, now able to feel the chill, they returned to just relaxing on the roof.
“What are you- oh,” Malik started as Altair moved away from him on the roof only to face away from him and lay his head right on Malik’s lap. Altair grinned up at him from where he was. Malik didn’t say anything, instead he reached out to brush his fingers through Altair’s dark brown hair. Altair closed his eyes, a content look on his face. Malik asked something he didn’t want to ask but needed to because he refused to be caught by surprise again, “When are you leaving again?”