Not a second later, Malik pulled away with a sharp jerk. His cheeks burned with more than just whiskey and he stared irresolutely out of the windshield. He had gone unnaturally stiff as he waited for Altair to do something. Throw him out, yell, punch, kick, whatever, just so long as he did something other than stay silent.
Finally, he had to say something. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"What for?"
Malik hesitantly looked over at Altair, who had a bemused sort of expression on. "For... For doing what I just did," he said.
Altair shrugged. "Why?"
"Well, doesn't it b-bother you?" He asked, hating how meek he sounded and hating Altair more for not being upset with him. This nonchalance was disconcerting.
Altair shook his head. He glanced away, a slow smirk forming. "It doesn't. Then again," he paused to reach down between the door and the chair. "I've been wanting that for a long time." With that, he flicked a small switch and Malik's chair collapsed backward.
Malik let out a rather un-masculine shriek. He had hardly a moment to register their words or his world suddenly being thrown backward before Altair was on top of him.
"Altair! What are you doing?" He hissed, his hands trying to shove the other male away but with no success.
"Mal-mal," Altair sighed, leaning down and bring their faces close once more. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you." It almost sounded possessive. "And I know you've wanted me too."
Malik looked away, too ashamed in himself to meet Altair's gaze. His heart thudded in his throat but his mind was still captured in the sweet daze of the whiskey. He bit slightly at his lower lip.
At the sudden change in Altair's words, Malik turned his head to look at him. For a long moment, he stared. One, because he couldn't quite focus around the dizzying tilt of alcohol and for another because he still wasn't sure if could come to terms with what he wanted either. Finally, he nodded, the action jerky and rough.
Before another word could be said, Altair slammed their lips back together. He didn't want Malik to pull away again, so he curled a hand around the other's neck, holding him in place. He nipped harshly at Malik's lower lip. Instantly granted access, he dipped his tongue in, mapping out a previously unexplored place. Malik moaned into the kiss, making a jolt of electricity shoot down Altair's spine.
His free hand delved lower, searching it's way up and under Malik's shirt. Sport calloused fingers brushed against soft, unmarred skin.
Malik arched slightly, his hands tightening around Altair's shirt.
Both male's pulled back for breath. Panting slightly, they stared at each other for a long moment.
"Have you done this before?" Altair asked.
Once more that expression of shame crossed Malik's features. He shook his head slightly, not meeting Altair's eye again. "N-no," he breathed.
Altair's eyes widened and his lips tilted upward in a smirk. While he had been had many encounters with the cheer leading squad, he had never completed the task. For him, it made this situation all the more exciting. They would both be taking something, normally considered special, from each other.
"Perfect," he whispered before tilting back down and licking a delicate stripe from Malik's jaw to his ear.
Malik's breathing hitched slightly and his jaw tightened. He never thought that an ear could possibly give him so much pleasure. Then again, he hadn't really noticed Altair's other hand until it pinched lightly at his chest. He gasped and pulled back, not expecting the enjoyment he found in that either.
Altair, more than pleased with the other's reactions, steadily kissed his way back down to Malik's exposed chest. He nipped and bit at the skin, not caring if he left a mark. "Mmm-Malik," he sighed, still kissing at the shockingly soft skin. "I think you have something to remove."
Re: Backseat Virgin [9/x]
Finally, he had to say something. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"What for?"
Malik hesitantly looked over at Altair, who had a bemused sort of expression on. "For... For doing what I just did," he said.
Altair shrugged. "Why?"
"Well, doesn't it b-bother you?" He asked, hating how meek he sounded and hating Altair more for not being upset with him. This nonchalance was disconcerting.
Altair shook his head. He glanced away, a slow smirk forming. "It doesn't. Then again," he paused to reach down between the door and the chair. "I've been wanting that for a long time." With that, he flicked a small switch and Malik's chair collapsed backward.
Malik let out a rather un-masculine shriek. He had hardly a moment to register their words or his world suddenly being thrown backward before Altair was on top of him.
"Altair! What are you doing?" He hissed, his hands trying to shove the other male away but with no success.
"Mal-mal," Altair sighed, leaning down and bring their faces close once more. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you." It almost sounded possessive. "And I know you've wanted me too."
Malik looked away, too ashamed in himself to meet Altair's gaze. His heart thudded in his throat but his mind was still captured in the sweet daze of the whiskey. He bit slightly at his lower lip.
"Haven't you?" Altair asked, sounding, slightly, unsure.
At the sudden change in Altair's words, Malik turned his head to look at him. For a long moment, he stared. One, because he couldn't quite focus around the dizzying tilt of alcohol and for another because he still wasn't sure if could come to terms with what he wanted either. Finally, he nodded, the action jerky and rough.
Before another word could be said, Altair slammed their lips back together. He didn't want Malik to pull away again, so he curled a hand around the other's neck, holding him in place. He nipped harshly at Malik's lower lip. Instantly granted access, he dipped his tongue in, mapping out a previously unexplored place. Malik moaned into the kiss, making a jolt of electricity shoot down Altair's spine.
His free hand delved lower, searching it's way up and under Malik's shirt. Sport calloused fingers brushed against soft, unmarred skin.
Malik arched slightly, his hands tightening around Altair's shirt.
Both male's pulled back for breath. Panting slightly, they stared at each other for a long moment.
"Have you done this before?" Altair asked.
Once more that expression of shame crossed Malik's features. He shook his head slightly, not meeting Altair's eye again. "N-no," he breathed.
Altair's eyes widened and his lips tilted upward in a smirk. While he had been had many encounters with the cheer leading squad, he had never completed the task. For him, it made this situation all the more exciting. They would both be taking something, normally considered special, from each other.
"Perfect," he whispered before tilting back down and licking a delicate stripe from Malik's jaw to his ear.
Malik's breathing hitched slightly and his jaw tightened. He never thought that an ear could possibly give him so much pleasure. Then again, he hadn't really noticed Altair's other hand until it pinched lightly at his chest. He gasped and pulled back, not expecting the enjoyment he found in that either.
Altair, more than pleased with the other's reactions, steadily kissed his way back down to Malik's exposed chest. He nipped and bit at the skin, not caring if he left a mark. "Mmm-Malik," he sighed, still kissing at the shockingly soft skin. "I think you have something to remove."