This is what happens when I listen to Bon Jovi for three hours strait. GOD DAMN THEIR TALENT! Inspired from why to much Bon Jovi, Aerosmith and Altair's scar. *starts singing bed of roses*
Altair sat outside the nurses office with a ice-back on his lip. His the scar on his lip opened when he toke a basketball to the face, soaking his blue and white jersey with crimson stains that would eventually fade to brown if he didn't wash it right after he got home. He groaned aloud. Once Al Mualim saw him washing his jersey he'd made him do a few loads. He loved his grand father but seriously, he needed to lay off the chores. He was a high school senior and basketball captain, not a house maid.
Shaun strode out of the office, two of his fingers in a bandage.
"What happened to you?" Altair asked.
"That idiot cousin of yours, Desmond, was playing with the stable gun and I paid the price." the Brit groaned, walking to the front door. Altair rolled his eyes. 'nobody better for messing things up' Altair thought. A few moments later a smaller boy, a junior probably, stuck his head through the door frame. Altair thought he looked oddly familiar. He remembered and cursed himself for forgetting so easily.
"You can come in, Altair." Kadar chirped, slipping back into the nurses office. Altair rose, following the younger Al'Sayf. He looked around the white room, looking for the nurse. She was no where to be seen.
"Where's Mrs. Kenway?" Altair asked. Kadar glanced over his shoulder at the athlete then back to...whatever he was doing.
"You mean Ziio? She's sick today. I'm taking the students." Kadar explained. Whatever it was, he was concentrated at it. "Sit on the bed." he instructed. Altair did so, his legs dangling slightly.
"Why?" Altair asked, slightly worried, but only slightly. He knew that Kadar wasn't a total novice to the medical world. He toke care of his brother when he lost his arm, changing the dressing and cleaning it out. Still, was the school so tight on budget that they had to ask students to stand in for teachers? Kadar came over with a metal bowl with water, some cotton wool and...A needle with stitching thread. Altair gulped. He hated getting stitches. He placed the bowl and cotton wool on a side table, taking the needle in hand and threading it.
"one, the school knows I have a little medical knowledge. Two, I'm in work experience year so I'm not exactly missing a lot, And three, if I wasn't here there would be no one to put Desmond's victim's back together." Kadar explained, not missing a beat. Altair agreed with the last point. Desmond was a walking disaster.
Kadar held Altair's head in place, bringing the needle close to his mouth as if to think where to break the skin. Altair pulled away and unwillingly whined. Kadar frowned disapprovingly.
"I'll give you a present if you be a big boy." Kadar mocked, earning a cold glare from Altair. "There." he sighed. Altair wondered what he meant until he felt a tug on his bottom lip. 'He already got it in?!" Altair mentally shrieked. Kadar was good. A few more quick tugs and Altair's bottom lip was fixed up. "Let me prep the needle again and we'll get the top lip done." he chirped, back to his happy self. Altair leaned to the side to see what he meant by 'prep'. Kadar toke the needle and dropped it into a bison of boiling water. 'That's how he did it.'
"How did you think to do that?" Altair asked. Kadar's head twirling around almost instantly.
"What?" he asked. Altair motioned to the bison. Kadar shrugged "Common sense I guess".
A knock on the door got Kadar's attention. He trotted over to it. Altair kept his eyes on the boy. He liked how his hips naturally swayed but soon pushed those thoughts out of his mind. 'This is Kadar! Malik, your boyfriend's, little brother! Get a fucking grip Altair!' he yelled at himself mentally.
Kadar toke a box from a delivery man, placed it on one of the tables and closed the door, locking it. Altair raised an eye-brow at this motion. Kadar is just used to locking doors, he remembered Malik say. Kadar returned with the needle and began work on the upper lip. He seemed much more focused, leaning it closer to keep his eyes on the needle. Altair could feel the younger's breath, calm and steady. Altair kept his eyes on his lips, lightly perced together in concentration. He wondered is they were as soft as they looked. It didn't help when the needle tugged at his own. As Kadar finished up the stitch and place the needle in the metal bowl with bloody stained water and cotton wool, he gave into the temptation. Pulling the boy close and smashing his stitched lips with the younger, a hand behind his head to keep him from moving.
It toke a while for Kadar to realize what the hell was going on but once he did, he didn't fight back. He kissed back, one hand going behind Altair's neck and the other sitting over his shoulder. The duo pulled apart, panting lightly, cheeks a flush.
"I...I don't..." Altair wanted to explain that he didn't know what had come over him but the words would not pass his lips. Kadar placed a finger over the older's lips.
"Malik doesn't need to know, and if he finds out, we blame the drugs." Kadar said, completely straight face. Altair didn't care that he was cheating on his boyfriend, with his brother no less. He wanted Kadar, and he was pretty sure Kadar wanted him too.
Their lips came back together, first gentily because of Altair's injury, then passionate and rough. Kadar pushed Altair back on the medical bed, Altair's back pressing against the cool concrete. Kadar sat in the older's lap, leg's either side of him. Altair fiddled with the button's of Kadar's blue and black checkered shirt, pulling it off him and disgarding it on the floor. He was momentarily disgusted when he seen the under vest, blocking him from that glorious tanned skin but didn't stop him from ripping both Kadar and his own off.
Altair placed kisses and love bites down the boy's neck and chest, coming to one of his nipples. Altair toke the digit into his mouth, running the tongue in circles around it and rolling it lightly between his teeth. Kadar gasped lightly, then pressed his lips together to smother his moan. Altair loved the way he made that sound. He left a trail of kisses across the younger's chest as he moved to the neglected nipple, pinching, rolling and teasing the other with his hand. Altair could feel his member already hard through his basketball shorts, he could only imagine how Kadar was in those skinny jeans.
Kadar pulled at the hem of Altair's pants, releasing his member. Kadar went wide eyed at the size as Altair struggled with Kadar's double belt buckle.
"Malik's a lucky guy." Kadar commented, pulling his sight to Altair's hands. He batted them away and undid the pesky belt buckle. Altair laid Kadar down on the bed, pulling his pants low enough to reveal Kadar's shaft and sweet ass. Another urge came over Altair.
"Hold your legs's like this." Altair ordered, pushing up Kadar's legs until his ass was totally exposed. Kadar held them up with his hands without question. A sharp gasp left Kadar as Altair teased his entrance with his tongue, gripping the cheeks unmercifully. Kadar released one of his legs to suffocate his moans with his hand. Altair didn't mind, his shoulder kept the leg high enough.
"S-stop!" Kadar pushed the older from him, panting.
"Why deny yourself release?" Altair asked. Kadar steadied his breathing.
"It'll feel better later." he smirked. Altair returned the gesture.
"Are you ready?" Altair asked, leaning forward slightly. Kadar put a hand on the older's chest.
"Not yet. First," he pushed the older, making his have to put his arms back for support. "I'm gonna get you nice and wet." Kadar purred, dipping his head down and taking Altair's shaft into his mouth. Altair bite his lip on the side away from the stitches to silence his cries of pleasure as the younger sucked his cock lightly, then harder, his breathing becoming quick.
Altair pushed the younger from his crouch, panting and blushing, embarrassed at how fast he neared his edge. Kadar didn't care. The Al'Sayf led Altair back into their previous position. Altair angled himself with the younger, pushing in slowly. Kadar bit his lip, hard, but it seemed to be out of pleasure and not pain.
Soon Altair was completely in Kadar. He looked at Kadar for a response. Kadar nodded and told him to move. Altair pulled out half way and pushed back in slowly. Still no signs of discomfort. He pulled out almost completely and thrusted back in. Altair gradually got faster as the movements got easier.
Altair angled his thrusts, trying to find Kadar's sweet spot. One the third try Kadar angled his back and covered his mouth with his hand to cover up a moan. Altair smirked to himself, noting where he had hit and made sure to hit it again.
He rammed into the younger, who by now had his legs wrapped around Altair's hips and buried his face in the older's neck and shoulder. Altair's thrust were wild, the rythem they had gone. Kadar got tighter around Altair every time he hit his sweet spot.
Altair could feel his release on the raise. He began stroking Kadar's neglected cock, pumping it as close in time with the rough thrusts. Kadar bit down slightly on Altair's shoulder, cumming all over the other's hand. Altair followed shortly after, riding out his orgasm.
He pulled out of the younger and lay beside him, the two just about fitting on the bed. Kadar lay until he got his breath back. He got off the bed, cleaned the cum off and out of himself and got dressed. He turned back to Altair to see he had followed suit.
Altair reached out and pulled the younger to him, one hand in his pocket and the other running through Kadar's(freaking adorable)messy sex hair as he kissed the younger. Kadar pushed back and place his finger on Altair's lips again.
"Malik doesn't need to know." Kadar reminded him. Altair grinned devilishly and nodded.
"Thanks for the present, nurse Al'Sayf." Altair teased, earning a playful punch from the other. Altair chuckled as he left the nurses office.