“I don’t mind,” he said thinking about only his words and not their closeness or the warm feeling of Malik against him. “You give them back when you go to bed anyways,” he shrugged and oh shit Malik’s arms were around his waist as he shifted to get into what could be a more comfortable position on Altair’s lap. His breath hitched in his throat uncomfortably when Malik did that.
“Still,” Malik said totally unaware of what he was doing to him. “Not like I wouldn’t give them to you.”
“It’s fine, really,” he tried to think about something else. Anything else really, just so he could try to ignore Malik. He didn’t realize his voice sounded strained.
“Are you okay Altair?” Malik looked down at him with his big dark eyes.
“Fine,” he said stiffly.
“You sound funny,” and Altair had to keep his composure when Malik shifted his legs around so they were sort of around Altair’s waist. The motion went right to that hot spot between Altair’s legs. Some of the strain must have shown on his face when he realized with horror what was going on down there. “Altair?”
“I’m fine Malik, really, it’s nothing,” he blathered. Why did Malik have to sit on his lap and be so warm? Really it wasn’t very fair.
His dark brows fell over his eyes, it was the look he got when he knew Altair was lying to him. It was really hard for Altair to lie to Malik since he could see through them like they were glass. “You can tell me,” he said and wiggled across Altair’s lap dragging one of the blankets around Altair’s shoulders. A very incriminating sound escaped Altair’s closed mouth, the sensation going strait to his crotch. He swallowed back whatever was suddenly in his throat when Malik looked at him curiously as if trying to figure something out. He was determined not to make another noise though since that one had been humiliating enough.
He really just wanted to shove Malik off and leave the room till he’d calmed down enough to be around him. But Malik was warm and he knew that outside the blankets it was cold and Altair was really tired of being cold all the time, especially after that one exersise out in the snow.
Malik leaned back as if to see him better giving him a look, Altair was looking away, anywhere just not at Malik. But he could feel Malik’s eyes scouring him trying to figure him out like he was one of the puzzles he liked to play. He bit his lower lip against the noise that threatened to burst out of his throat when Malik shifted against him again this time it almost seemed deliberate. Altair was going to kill Malik, he swore to Allah he was going to kill him. Then Malik did it again and Altair knew that that time it definitely was deliberate. His cheeks burned and he looked over at Malik finally a little surprised to see Malik looked flushed.
They didn’t say anything. What was there even to say? Altair was freakishly aware of the growing hardness in his pants and to his shock, horror and total delight when Malik rocked his hips against him he could feel something very similar. Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to murder Malik, but only just since now he had an entirely new distraction to keep himself occupied, one of his arms going around Malik’s waist as he rolled his own hips upward. A shiver rolled down his spine at the half grunt half moan that fell from Malik’s lips. It was okay, he wasn’t the only one who wanted this.
A hand found it’s way to his throat before clasping behind his neck, nervous lips followed. Neither of them had kissed anyone before despite flirting with girls so it was strange at first and a little awkward and messy before they broke away. Altair wasn’t the only one breathing heavy and once again pushed his hips up against Malik with a soft groan the pressure building up under the cloth of his pants becoming almost painful. They fumbled against each other, hands searching, both trying to remember how to work draw strings without having to look. A moan spilled out of Altair’s mouth when Malik’s fingers finally tore the knot of his pants free and his hand slid down, his warm fingers sliding along his length. His hips bucked into Malik’s hand wantonly, desperate for a firmer touch.
Re: Warmth (6/?)
“Still,” Malik said totally unaware of what he was doing to him. “Not like I wouldn’t give them to you.”
“It’s fine, really,” he tried to think about something else. Anything else really, just so he could try to ignore Malik. He didn’t realize his voice sounded strained.
“Are you okay Altair?” Malik looked down at him with his big dark eyes.
“Fine,” he said stiffly.
“You sound funny,” and Altair had to keep his composure when Malik shifted his legs around so they were sort of around Altair’s waist. The motion went right to that hot spot between Altair’s legs. Some of the strain must have shown on his face when he realized with horror what was going on down there. “Altair?”
“I’m fine Malik, really, it’s nothing,” he blathered. Why did Malik have to sit on his lap and be so warm? Really it wasn’t very fair.
His dark brows fell over his eyes, it was the look he got when he knew Altair was lying to him. It was really hard for Altair to lie to Malik since he could see through them like they were glass. “You can tell me,” he said and wiggled across Altair’s lap dragging one of the blankets around Altair’s shoulders. A very incriminating sound escaped Altair’s closed mouth, the sensation going strait to his crotch. He swallowed back whatever was suddenly in his throat when Malik looked at him curiously as if trying to figure something out. He was determined not to make another noise though since that one had been humiliating enough.
He really just wanted to shove Malik off and leave the room till he’d calmed down enough to be around him. But Malik was warm and he knew that outside the blankets it was cold and Altair was really tired of being cold all the time, especially after that one exersise out in the snow.
Malik leaned back as if to see him better giving him a look, Altair was looking away, anywhere just not at Malik. But he could feel Malik’s eyes scouring him trying to figure him out like he was one of the puzzles he liked to play. He bit his lower lip against the noise that threatened to burst out of his throat when Malik shifted against him again this time it almost seemed deliberate. Altair was going to kill Malik, he swore to Allah he was going to kill him. Then Malik did it again and Altair knew that that time it definitely was deliberate. His cheeks burned and he looked over at Malik finally a little surprised to see Malik looked flushed.
They didn’t say anything. What was there even to say? Altair was freakishly aware of the growing hardness in his pants and to his shock, horror and total delight when Malik rocked his hips against him he could feel something very similar. Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to murder Malik, but only just since now he had an entirely new distraction to keep himself occupied, one of his arms going around Malik’s waist as he rolled his own hips upward. A shiver rolled down his spine at the half grunt half moan that fell from Malik’s lips. It was okay, he wasn’t the only one who wanted this.
A hand found it’s way to his throat before clasping behind his neck, nervous lips followed. Neither of them had kissed anyone before despite flirting with girls so it was strange at first and a little awkward and messy before they broke away. Altair wasn’t the only one breathing heavy and once again pushed his hips up against Malik with a soft groan the pressure building up under the cloth of his pants becoming almost painful. They fumbled against each other, hands searching, both trying to remember how to work draw strings without having to look. A moan spilled out of Altair’s mouth when Malik’s fingers finally tore the knot of his pants free and his hand slid down, his warm fingers sliding along his length. His hips bucked into Malik’s hand wantonly, desperate for a firmer touch.