The credits were rolling, and Alistair realized he had absolutely no idea what the movie had been about. Oh, there had been explosions, and probably a car chase, too. But, from the moment Zevran had settled at his feet, refusing the offer of the second armchair with a graceful shrug, he'd been too… preoccupied to pay any attention to what was happening on the screen.
Zevran had arrived around six, with an assortment of DVDs and a bottle of red wine. "I hope I haven't misjudged your taste, querido. I want us both to have a good time tonight."
His smile had made Alistair's stomach flutter, and he'd muttered an incoherent answer, picking a movie at random. Focussing on the screen had been a welcome distraction at that point, a chance for him to collect himself. Or, so he'd thought, until Zevran had leant back against his legs, warm and solid, his head only inches from Alistair's fingers, and he had spent the rest of the movie dreaming of touching his hair.
Zevran was quiet, making no move to get up as the screen went dark, and finally, Alistair gave in to the temptation. Tentatively, he ran a hand over Zevran's head, enjoying the silky texture of his hair, then threaded his fingers deeper, taking care not to get entangled in the long, golden strands. Zevran made a small, contented noise, relaxing all over. But, when Alistair's fingertips brushed against his ear, he tensed and his breath hitched for a moment. Intrigued, Alistair found that spot again, caressing the soft skin, tugging gently, and Zevran responded with a deep, sensual purr that went straight to his groin.
Emboldened, he let his other hand explore further, along the perfect line of Zevran's shoulders, barely brushing against the smooth skin of his throat, down across his chest, his stomach... Alistair simply couldn't get enough. The heat of Zevran's body, the feeling of him, warm and alive and there, was sheer magic. The fabric of his shirt was in the way, but somehow that only made it more exciting, a tantalizing obstacle that kept him from what he wanted, teasing him with the promise of more. Zevran kept still and let him proceed, making small noises of enjoyment, his eyes half closed.
It was just as good as any dream Alistair had ever had, no, better, so when his phone started ringing, some part of his brain mistook it for the sound of his alarm clock, and he went straight into panic mode, freezing in place. No! I don't want to wake up! When he realized his mistake, it took all his control not to laugh hysterically.
"Just a moment." With a sigh, he got to his feet. He'd left his phone in the hallway. One glance told him it was Leliana calling, but he switched it off, suppressing a tinge of guilt.
When he came back, he had calmed down a little. Yet, the moment he saw Zevran, another wave of desire washed over him, so powerful that all he could do was stop and stare. Stare at Zevran, here in his very own living room, so beautiful, so sensual, so relaxed. So damn perfect.
Zevran was watching him quietly, as if trying to read his mind. "It's getting late." He stretched lazily, displaying his body to maximum advantage. "What now? Do you want me to stay a little longer?" He caught Alistair's eye, fixing him with a gaze that was both inviting and devoid of any pressure.
Alistair couldn't speak. He couldn't move either. As a matter of fact, he was pretty sure his heart had stopped. Or his brain had ceased working. Maybe both.
The corners of Zevran's eyes crinkled in a faint smile. "Querido." He glanced up at Alistair from under thick, blond lashes. "Tell me what you want." His voice was warm and gentle, and he sounded almost hypnotic.
Alistair's heart had resumed beating, but now it was racing so wildly he was sure it had to show, even through his t-shirt. But, no matter how nervous he was, there was simply no way he was going to back out now. Trembling, he made himself step closer, then sank to his knees right in front of Zevran.
"I want-" God, he wanted so many things, and he had little to no idea how to proceed. He wanted to see more of that smooth golden skin, he wanted to run his hands all over it, wanted to feel it, to taste it. But, more than anything else, he desperately wanted Zevran to enjoy this, to make him come back for more, and-
"Alistair?" Zevran's eyes were flashing hot fire at him, and his hips were rolling slowly, as if of their own accord. "Do you want me naked?"
Alistair nodded eagerly, but he had to swallow before his voice would obey him. "Yes. Oh, yes."
Zevran needed no further invitation. With quick, sinuous movements, he pulled his tight shirt over his head, then writhed out of his jeans. He paused a moment before he pulled down his boxers, as if he wanted to ratchet up the tension even further, and Alistair unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation. He could see the outline of Zevran's cock through the thin fabric, hard and taut and beautiful, and he almost whined when Zevran hooked his thumbs into the waistband to slowly, slowly, pull them down.
And then he was naked, naked and gorgeous, and it was almost too much. Alistair was shaking all over with want, but he still held back, paralyzed by the fear of doing something wrong.
"What do you want?" Zevran repeated, and there was no coyness in the question, just… God, he sounded just as wrecked as Alistair felt, and he was so hard, and-
Alistair forced himself to speak. "I want to touch you. Can I?"
The corners of Zevran's mouth curved up in a perfect smile. "I rather think I might go mad if you don't, querido. Feel free."
Alistair lay down next to him on the rug, placing his trembling hands on Zevran's chest, relishing the heat of his skin. Zevran responded with a deep, guttural moan, his muscles going taut under his silky skin. Slowly, uncertainly, Alistair moved his hand further down, expecting any moment to- Well, he didn't even know what he expected. Zevran certainly wasn't complaining, and he had mostly outgrown the fear of being smitten by a higher power for his sinful behaviour. And yet, when his hand finally closed around Zevran's length, he exhaled sharply in sudden relief.
Zevran echoed the sound, his eyes closed in bliss. "Yes. Good. Go on. Don't stop."
Alistair's head was spinning, and he wanted to go on, he really did, but- He froze in motion. "Zev, I…"
"What?" There was a hint of impatience in Zevran's tone. "Do what you will, Alistair. I'm all yours."
"God, Zev." The familiar feeling of a blush rising to his cheeks made him cringe. "I want you so badly, and I want to make this good for you, but I've never really-"
"What?" Zevran's eyes flew wide open, and his expression went from aroused to incredulous in a heartbeat. "You're a virgin?"
He was still hard, though, his cock twitching in Alistair's grip, and that gave him the courage to answer. "No. Of course not."
"But?" Zevran wasn't so easily satisfied. Catching Alistair's wrist, he pulled his hand away, softening the gesture with a quick kiss on his palm.
"I've slept with a few girls." Alistair bit his lip. Two, actually. Neither experience had been spectacular, though both of them had been kind and gentle. "I've just… I've never been with another man."
Zevran didn't answer for a moment. When he spoke, he sounded weary. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have-"
"But that's just it! Would you even have kissed me?" Alistair was surprised by the bitterness in his own voice, and he quickly did his best to smooth it over. "I'm sorry. I… I wanted this Zevran, all of it. I still want it."
A brief flash of shocked hurt had wandered over Zevran's features at his outburst, but it was quickly replaced by an easy smile. "As do I, it seems."
He was still holding Alistair's wrist, and now he moved his hand down again, lacing his own fingers through Alistair's and wrapping both their hands around his cock, still more than half hard. "Come on." His whisper was gentle but urgent. "Don't worry. You know what you like. Chances are, I like it, too."
Encouraged, Alistair began to move his hand, up and down, quickly finding a rhythm, and it was… God, it was so amazing, feeling Zevran shudder under his caresses, catching his mouth in sloppy kisses, breathing in the scent of his arousal… He hardly noticed when Zevran's hands found their way under his shirt and pulled it off, but when Zevran pulled down his zipper and cupped him through his briefs, it felt so amazing that he bucked hard into his touch.
"Shhh." Zevran kissed him deeply as he stretched out at his side, both their bodies bare now, skin touching, cocks touching, and nothing, nothing had ever felt this good.
Alistair knew he was close, but he held on out of pure stubbornness. He wanted to make Zevran come first, wanted to see him overwhelmed with lust.
Zevran was hanging by a thread by now, his face almost feverish, his hips moving involuntarily as he thrust hard into their interlocked hands. "Querido, I…"
Alistair instinctively tightened his grip, and Zevran shivered all over, his body going taut as a coiled spring. His face contorted, as if in pain, then suddenly relaxed, making him look young and oddly vulnerable. One more shudder, and he came hard, spilling all over both of them with a long, heaving sigh.
"Zev…" It was overwhelming, mind-blowing, and Alistair's brain just blanked out at that point. There was nothing but intense pleasure, racing through his veins; nothing but the intoxicating feel of skin, hot and slick and sweaty; nothing but Zevran, panting against his ear. He almost cried at the sheer perfection of it.
And then it was over and the doubts were back, without a second's respite. Zevran was so much more experienced, he was bound to have had fantastic sex before. How could he, Alistair, possibly measure up to his former partners? Here they were, on the floor, damn it, sticky and shivering, and he had made a mess of things, as usual. Zevran would be polite about it, of course, but he would find excuses not to meet again, and then things would go back to the way they'd been before, and Alistair wasn't sure he could bear it.
"Hey." Zevran sounded rough, but there was a smile on his face. "You okay?"
He gave Alistair a gentle push, so he was lying on his back, then sat up on his haunches to look him over. "You look like sex on a plate."
Alistair blushed violently again as he followed Zevran's gaze down to the mess on his stomach.
"Want me to clean you up?" Zevran licked his lips, and Alistair had to close his eyes when the meaning of his words hit home.
"Yes, please." He had intended to keep his eyes firmly shut, but when he felt Zevran's tongue on his stomach, he couldn't help risking a peek, and it was the hottest thing ever. The sincere enjoyment on Zevran's face as he tasted them both immediately made him forget his embarrassment. When Zevran finished with a pleased sigh and pulled him into a long kiss, sharing the taste, he moaned helplessly, unable to contain his reaction.
Zevran laughed softly. "You are so delicious, and you don't even know it." He brushed a damp lock of hair away from Alistair's forehead. "We definitely need to explore this further."
Alistair felt a curious tingle rise inside his stomach at those words. Explore further… Did that mean- He didn't dare to ask.
"It's really late. I need to go." Zevran rose with a reluctant sigh, reaching for his clothes. "See you on Monday, querido."
Did I mention that I have a marvellous beta? Because I do :). Hugs and thanks to suilven!