With pupils as big as a child's, Altair looked at the TV channel before him. His eyes were glued to the screen in a Indian crossed position, his head inclined towards the movie that played.
Could he not feel holes burning from the back of his head?
Malik watched in absolute envy from the kitchen and stared at Altair with pure annoyance. Not only was he ignoring Malik for the whole week, but he was doing so because old Christmas movies marathons were coming on and he didn't- no, wouldn't take his damn eye's off for that thing for a second.
"Well 'Holy Jolly' my ass," Malik grumbled angrily, "Altair?"
No answer.
"Alta-fucking-ir?"
Complete silence.
Now Malik couldn't help but stare in disbelief. He was actually getting ignored. Then it clicked. With a smirk, Malik walked over to the fridge.
As The Grinch Stole Christmas play on the wide screen TV, Altair suddenly heard a clang.
"Hm?" As soon as he turned his head, his bright amber eyes widen.
"That's not-"
"Mmhmm." Malik hummed as he sat right next to him, crossing his leg the same way Altair did.
A full clear glass of Eggnog sat comfortably on the coffee table before them. Malik smiled smugly as he watch Altair's mouth water at his favorite holiday drink in anticipation.
"But it's mine." Malik warned suddenly as he saw Altair's hands reach out to the glass desperately.
As if all hope was lost, Altair lips turned into a frown, his expression crushed, "What? Why can't we share?"
"Because," Malik then replied then almost bouncing easily off the couch and taking the glass with him, "I said so."
Walking back the kitchen he couldn't help but smile, hearing his name whined out of his lover's mouth, "B-but Maaalik," As foot steps were trailing behind another.
As arms latched on to his shoulders, Malik felt Altair chin resting on them, his hands reaching down and lacing his hands with his.
"I want some." He whispered daringly in Malik's ear, softly rocking their hands back and forth.
"...No, and trust me, I am not convinced." Malik assured but couldn't help to admit he was enjoying this way more than he was supposed to.
"Mmhmm..." Altair swelled anxiously.
After a moment, Malik could feel the heat on his hand being separated, his fingers trailing up his shirt.
"Merry Christmas." He sighed but then his reached up, his hand cupping Malik's chin, "my jealous boyfriend."
Before even being able to make a witty comeback, Altair pressed his lips against Malik softly. A hungry sigh escaped the older man's mouth as he immediately wrapped his arm around Altair, pulling him closer to him. I'm enjoying this way to much, Was all Malik could think. His mind floated, feeling soft, warm lips open then began to softly nibble against his,and Malik didn't even dared to fight back, his cheeks completely flushed at the thought of this going any further.
It's like he almost forgot the glass in his hand, or was in his hand because he hadn't even notice Altair softly slipping it out of his own, this being was his plan all along.
Between the kisses, Malik began to feel Altair smirk against him, "What?" He groaned against his lips, panting.
"Thanks babe."
Malik eyebrows raised, "For what?" Still not noticing the missing glass out of his hand.
"The eggnog." And with another teasing kiss, Altair turned around and walked away with the biggest smirk a person humanly possible could ever do.