“I have to admit, it is a pretty nice car,” Malik said.
Half an hour later found the two teenagers parked just outside of a small park. According to Altair the park had a perfect view of the city beyond. While he hated to be anything stereotypical, he couldn’t disagree with the fact that it was the perfect place to take Malik. Speaking of the Arab, he glanced at the other out of the corner of his eye. Even if Malik wasn’t the considered the most attractive male in the school, Altair couldn’t keep him out of his thoughts. Especially when he wore those tight jeans and matching shirt.
“And I’d have to agree,” he said, smirking slightly.
Malik arched an eyebrow at the arrogance. “Why did we come here, exactly?” He asked, running a hand through his hair.
Even if he didn’t show it, Malik’s heart was pounding a mile a minute. He still wasn’t sure what Altair’s plan was and that bothered him more than anything. He hated not knowing things. All week he had been dealing with the idea that he might possibly suffer from an attraction to his best friend. Considering the plethora of dreams that had been plaguing him, the thoughts most certainly wasn’t going to leave him alone.
Altair shrugged. “There are only so many places you can go that allow you to stay in a car,” he replied.
“We could have always seen a movie and then got back into the car.”
Altair shook his head. “Then we lose the glory of my truck.” He patted the steering wheel. “This is perfectly fine.”
Malik rolled his eyes. “I figured,” he sighed. “Glad I brought something to pass the time, then.” He reached down to pull up the bottle of whiskey he had brought. Not looking at Altair, he unscrewed the cap and took a large gulp. He winced slightly, the liquid burned going down.
“You never cease to amaze me,” Altair commented, resting against his door and shooting a wide smirk at the man next to him.
Malik choked slightly on his second drink. “What?” He asked, lifting a hand to his mouth to make sure nothing spilled out.
“I can’t believe you brought alcohol on our very first date,” Altair replied. He leaned across the seats and grabbed the bottle out of Malik’s hands. “I didn’t even know you liked the stuff.” He took a swig, ignoring the burn and smiling brightly at his friend.
Malik arched an eyebrow. “Clearly you don’t know enough about me.” A clever little smile pulled over his lips, before he pulled the bottle back to him. Without removing his gaze from Altair, he took, yet another drink. He felt warm and more than compliant. It occurred to him, as he took another drink that things really shouldn’t have been that complicated. He had been making his own life difficult for no reason.
“Apparently not,” Altair replied. A strangely seductive expression pulling over his face. He leaned back over the chairs, making their faces coming unusually close together. He pulled the bottle out of Malik’s hands. His fingers curled around the glass and he took a slow, steady drink. “Care to show me what I don’t know?”
His breath ghosted over Malik’s face. It was a mix of whiskey and mouthwash. Right now, it was the most attractive thing Malik had ever smelled.
Unable to help himself, he closed the distance and pressed their lips together.
Re: Backseat Virgin [8/x]
Half an hour later found the two teenagers parked just outside of a small park. According to Altair the park had a perfect view of the city beyond. While he hated to be anything stereotypical, he couldn’t disagree with the fact that it was the perfect place to take Malik. Speaking of the Arab, he glanced at the other out of the corner of his eye. Even if Malik wasn’t the considered the most attractive male in the school, Altair couldn’t keep him out of his thoughts. Especially when he wore those tight jeans and matching shirt.
“And I’d have to agree,” he said, smirking slightly.
Malik arched an eyebrow at the arrogance. “Why did we come here, exactly?” He asked, running a hand through his hair.
Even if he didn’t show it, Malik’s heart was pounding a mile a minute. He still wasn’t sure what Altair’s plan was and that bothered him more than anything. He hated not knowing things. All week he had been dealing with the idea that he might possibly suffer from an attraction to his best friend. Considering the plethora of dreams that had been plaguing him, the thoughts most certainly wasn’t going to leave him alone.
Altair shrugged. “There are only so many places you can go that allow you to stay in a car,” he replied.
“We could have always seen a movie and then got back into the car.”
Altair shook his head. “Then we lose the glory of my truck.” He patted the steering wheel. “This is perfectly fine.”
Malik rolled his eyes. “I figured,” he sighed. “Glad I brought something to pass the time, then.” He reached down to pull up the bottle of whiskey he had brought. Not looking at Altair, he unscrewed the cap and took a large gulp. He winced slightly, the liquid burned going down.
“You never cease to amaze me,” Altair commented, resting against his door and shooting a wide smirk at the man next to him.
Malik choked slightly on his second drink. “What?” He asked, lifting a hand to his mouth to make sure nothing spilled out.
“I can’t believe you brought alcohol on our very first date,” Altair replied. He leaned across the seats and grabbed the bottle out of Malik’s hands. “I didn’t even know you liked the stuff.” He took a swig, ignoring the burn and smiling brightly at his friend.
Malik arched an eyebrow. “Clearly you don’t know enough about me.” A clever little smile pulled over his lips, before he pulled the bottle back to him. Without removing his gaze from Altair, he took, yet another drink. He felt warm and more than compliant. It occurred to him, as he took another drink that things really shouldn’t have been that complicated. He had been making his own life difficult for no reason.
“Apparently not,” Altair replied. A strangely seductive expression pulling over his face. He leaned back over the chairs, making their faces coming unusually close together. He pulled the bottle out of Malik’s hands. His fingers curled around the glass and he took a slow, steady drink. “Care to show me what I don’t know?”
His breath ghosted over Malik’s face. It was a mix of whiskey and mouthwash. Right now, it was the most attractive thing Malik had ever smelled.
Unable to help himself, he closed the distance and pressed their lips together.