Red faced and now embarrassed, even more so by what he was about to say, he said, “I’m ticklish,” he said practically to soft to hear.
That had been the really wrong thing to say because Malik got that look in his eye that did not bode well for him. He didn’t do anything now but Altair had the feeling he’d make use of that information at a very unfortunate moment for Altair. At least now he was safe from Malik using those fingers of his to torment him. “We should, ah- clean up,” Malik said awkwardly pushing away the cocoon of blankets and untangling himself from Altair. Altair fought the momentary urge to hold Malik to him as if he’d never get this moment back, but he didn’t and Malik fisted his pants closed and went over to the pitcher of water on the cabinet on the far wall. He poured some of it into a basin before wetting a rag and with his back turned to Altair wiped himself off. With a soft sigh Altair also slid off the bed holding up his pants and copied Malik while his partner tied his bed clothes closed again. The water was icy cold but helped clear his head.
He tensed just a bit when he felt a set of hands on his hips as he tied the draw string of his pants tight. But they weren’t angry hands and tugged lightly at his hips, pulling him away from the wall. Altair found himself once again in Malik’s bed, this time being buried by blankets, his head on the pillow. Malik sat next to him and blew out the lamp before sliding down next to him. It was warm in the bed with Malik and when he reached out to wrap his arm around his waist there was no resistance.
He rest of the winter he slept in Malik’s bed with the warmth of him and their shared blankets. Sometimes it was just sleep and sometimes warm things happened in the dark of a single low lamp light.
Re: Warmth (7b/7)
That had been the really wrong thing to say because Malik got that look in his eye that did not bode well for him. He didn’t do anything now but Altair had the feeling he’d make use of that information at a very unfortunate moment for Altair. At least now he was safe from Malik using those fingers of his to torment him. “We should, ah- clean up,” Malik said awkwardly pushing away the cocoon of blankets and untangling himself from Altair. Altair fought the momentary urge to hold Malik to him as if he’d never get this moment back, but he didn’t and Malik fisted his pants closed and went over to the pitcher of water on the cabinet on the far wall. He poured some of it into a basin before wetting a rag and with his back turned to Altair wiped himself off. With a soft sigh Altair also slid off the bed holding up his pants and copied Malik while his partner tied his bed clothes closed again. The water was icy cold but helped clear his head.
He tensed just a bit when he felt a set of hands on his hips as he tied the draw string of his pants tight. But they weren’t angry hands and tugged lightly at his hips, pulling him away from the wall. Altair found himself once again in Malik’s bed, this time being buried by blankets, his head on the pillow. Malik sat next to him and blew out the lamp before sliding down next to him. It was warm in the bed with Malik and when he reached out to wrap his arm around his waist there was no resistance.
He rest of the winter he slept in Malik’s bed with the warmth of him and their shared blankets. Sometimes it was just sleep and sometimes warm things happened in the dark of a single low lamp light.
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