Zevran Arainai had sex with your mom. (easy_lover) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-01-16 21:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alistair theirin, zevran arainai |
Who: Aliran. (Zevistair?)
What: Second date.
When: Friday night, 1/10.
Where: Food truck corral!
Rating/Warnings:
Status: Complete!
Zev liked picking up Alistair. He knew that the guy didn’t know his way around very well yet, but he also just liked driving. He liked being able to have the upper hand with the prince (for once). In his dreams, he and Alistair had both competed for the Warden’s affections, and a small bit of that competitive nature still resided within the elf. But he tried not to be too overt. Alistair hadn’t dreamed, and Zevran hoped he wouldn’t. Grey Wardens didn’t tend to live long.
After pulling up and knocking, Zev proceeded to pull his hair back. When he was more casual, he wore his hair in a ponytail, attention to his pointed ears and facial tattoo be damned.
Alistair had been looking forward to seeing Zevran again since they’d made plans to go to the Food Truck Event. Not only had he never eaten from a food truck before, but just the thought of seeing Zevran again made him happy, so he was sure that this was going to be a good night. Unlike when they had gone out to dinner, Alistair was dressed in jeans and a light sweater, figuring that this was a much more casual date.
Hearing the knock at the door, Alistair made sure that he had his wallet, phone and keys then headed to the door, smiling as he opened it, “Hi.” He was far too focused on Zevran himself that he didn’t even notice the short man’s ears. He’d seen the tattoo before of course, in one or two of Zevran’s newer films, but he’d never noticed the ears.
Zev smiled, giving Alistair a little wave. “Hello. I am glad to see you.” He did things a little differently than most; he tiptoed up to give Alistair the good night kiss at the beginning of the date. It made things less stressful in his opinion, just to get it out of the way.
The last thing Alistair had expected was for Zevran to kiss him now or at all really and he couldn’t stop the way his eyes widened as the other man’s lips pressed against his own. He’d only kissed a member of the same sex once and he’d been a little inebriated at the time, so even though this was just a simple kiss, it was still much more memorable than that other time. Once his moment of shock had passed, he leaned down slightly so that the shorter man didn’t have to stretch quite so much.
Well, that was just considerate. Zev smiled a little, keeping the kiss chaste and sweet. “Thank you,” he murmured as soon as their lips had parted. “That was... good.”
Alistair couldn’t stop himself from licking his bottom lip briefly as the kiss ended, a faint flush to his cheeks, “Yeah. Yeah, it was.” So far this date had started off extremely well and Alistair hoped that it only meant that it would get better. “So um...should we get going?”
“Yes, let us!” Zev liked the way that Alistair went pink, and it made him wonder if he was as inexperienced in this life as he was in the dreams. It wasn’t a problem, not by a long shot, but it would be something that he’d deal with as the time came. “They have many sorts of food, so I took the liberty of not eating much today. I am famished.”
Alistair was exactly as inexperienced as Zevran was thinking, but Alistair wasn’t about to bring that up at the moment. Not on their second date anyway. “I’m looking forward to it. You’ll have to tell me what’s particularly good.” Alistair said as he closed and locked the door then followed Zevran to his car.
“I do not know, we shall find out together.” Zev took Alistair’s hand again, delighting in his ability to actually hold it here. “So. How are you doing? Still faring well, I expect?” He hoped that Alistair would find a job that didn’t involve the porn industry. Yeah, he’d still help him find one, but Zev didn’t think he’d be super happy within it.
“I’ve been alright,” Alistair said, biting his bottom lip lightly as Zevran took his hand. It still felt strange to hold hands with another man, but freeing at the same time. Being able to do practically whatever he wanted had been good for him so far, “Although. I met a rather strange woman the other day. She kind of ambushed me on the street then insisted on buying me lunch. It was like she knew me or something, but I’ve never met her before.” That had definitely been a strange meeting.
Zev winced. “That ... happens from time to time around here, especially for people on the valarnetwork. Is her name Maia?” Because he’d have to smack her upside the head for doing so.
Alistair glanced over at Zevran as he mentioned the woman’s name and he nodded, “Yeah, that was it. She said I looked kingly.” He frowned slightly and shrugged, “I don’t know. I mean, she seemed nice enough after, but I was pretty weirded out for awhile there. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do.”
“Oh, she is always like that,” Zev chuckled. “I think that feeling will not go away too soon. But she is fun, and she means well. She is a very good friend to have.” Zevran wouldn’t give up his friendship with her for anything.
Alistair had to admit, he was somewhat relieved that Maia wasn’t some crazy lunatic or anything. After all, if Zevran was friends with her then she couldn’t be that bad, “I was just a little take back. I’ve never been randomly hugged on the street before and dragged to a cafe.” It had been an interesting experience, to say the least.
“Welcome to Orange County,” Zev laughed. “I think we are a stranger sort than people in Sacramento.” He drove them toward the food truck fest, rather excited to be going there for the first time himself. His stomach made a loud growling sound as if to agree.
"I think you may be right," Alistair smirked and leaned back in his seat as Zevran drove; he too was excited about going to the food truck fest. When Zevran's stomach growled, Alistair quirked a brow and chuckled, "You weren't kidding when you said you were famished, were you?"
“I was not!” Zev chuckled to himself and patted his stomach. “I did have some string cheese for lunch, and a cup of coffee, but that was it.” Normally he ate pretty healthily and well.
“Well then we should get there quick before you starve, because that’d be a tragedy.” Alistair was still smirking at him, “And no wonder you’re so hungry. How have you not passed out yet from so little food?” Of course Zevran was quite small to begin with so he probably didn’t need to eat a lot anyway.
“Sheer will.” Zev couldn’t help but grin himself as he found a place to park. “I am quite stubborn, it is good you know this now in case you end up falling terribly in love with me, you will not be surprised.”
Alistair wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that and simply nodded, hoping his cheeks weren’t flushed. It would be extremely easy to fall in love with Zevran, but this was all so new to Alistair that he didn’t want to move too fast. “Well...that’s good to know.”
The elf couldn’t resist winking as he got out of the car. Making Alistair flustered was so easy, but still fun. Stretching as he locked up, Zev’s stomach growled more as he smelled the food. “I am going to eat far too much, I fear.”
Getting out of the car, Alistair’s nose was immediately met with the scents of various types of foods all at once. “I just might eat too much as well. It all smells so good.” He turned in the direction the scents were coming from and thought about being the one to take Zevran’s hand, but even such a small thing felt like a big feat for him, personally, so he simply smirked at the other man. “So, what’re we waiting for?”
That made Zev smile brightly in return, taking Alistair’s hand and walking with him toward the food. He looked at the one that was closest, and yes, tacos did sound amazing. He helped lead Alistair toward that line, leaning his head on Alistair’s arm as they waited.
Alistair might not be ready to be the one to take Zevran’s hand, but he wouldn’t pull away when Zevran was the one to take his hand. As they walked, Alistair glanced around at all the other people, briefly worried that if someone saw them holding hands they’d get harassed, but he was surprised to see at least two other same sex couples also holding hands, so he thought they were safe. When Zevran leaned his head against his arm, Alistair felt his lips turn up into a smile and his heart just might have skipped a beat.
It was nice, just to stand there and draw physical comfort from someone that wasn’t sexual. Many people thought Zev only liked sex, but Zev was the first to admit that he liked physical contact in all forms. He was huge on hugs. Cuddling was his favorite hobby.
“Ooh, they have tongue,” he grinned. Zev didn’t think Alistair would order it for himself, but maybe he could get the prince to try a bite of his.
Alistair definitely wouldn’t think of Zevran as the cuddling type, so he’d be surprised to find that out later on. “I think I’ll pass on that.” Alistair wrinkled his nose at the mere thought of eating tongue. How anyone ate stuff like that, he didn’t know.
“It’s wonderful, actually. If you would like a bite of mine, let me know.” Zev shrugged and grinned. “I am from Spain, even though I have not been there since I was eighteen. It’s not as uncommon in small towns.”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” They reached the front of the line and Alistair looked over the options before placing his order. He’d almost expected the person inside the truck to give them some sort of dirty look because they were holding hands, but he didn’t even seem to notice. Slowly, but surely, Alistair was becoming more comfortable being close to the other man.
Zev knew that being all right with being in public was something that would have to come to Alistair in time. It wasn’t anything that the elf could speed up. But one thing that the elf could do was eat his taco. He really was hungry. The tortilla was fresh and he couldn’t help but groan a little as he tucked in, eyes closed. That was exactly what he’d needed.
Alistair smirked as he watched Zevran eat his taco while he too ate his own, “Should I give the two of your some privacy?” He asked, quirking a brow. Alistair was going to have to eat tacos more often, because they were a lot better than he’d ever really had the chance to appreciate.
“It is entirely possible,” Zev laughed. But he was done before he could get too inappropriate with his food, and he was tugging Alastair by the arm to queue up again. “Indian food this time,” he grinned, excited to get yet more food. Plus, the company was fantastic. “So, you seemed surprised I kissed you.”
After so many years of being told what to do and where to go, Alistair, surprisingly, didn’t mind being pulled around by Zevran, because it was completely different than being told what to do by his father, “Well, wouldn’t you be too?” The kiss had surprised him and he was just glad that he hadn’t been so shocked that he’d pulled away or choked on his tongue or something equally as embarrassing.
“Perhaps. But now you are less worried about kissing me at the end of the night, so all is well.” Zevran beamed as they stood in line, bouncing a little on his feet. “I am a genius when it comes to kissing, you know.”
Alistair quirked a brow at him, “Is that so? And who told you that?” He didn’t doubt it of course. He’d be surprised if Zevran wasn’t a good kisser. After all, how could one be a famous porn actor and not be a good kisser? It didn’t add up.
Zev smirked. “Nobody. But it is simply my intuition. You have not complained.” The elf could probably look more impish if he tried, but he didn’t want to scare Alistair off.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to be the judge of that later, huh?” Alistair smirked, his pulse rising slightly at the thought of kissing Zevran again and again. He still wasn’t entirely sure how this had become his life so quickly, but he wasn’t complaining, “So, what’re you getting over here?” He gestured towards the Indian Food truck.
“Perhaps. And I wanted some butter chicken, perhaps some rice. It is not too spicy if you’ve not had Indian food before.” Zev liked the heat, and would ask for a bit extra.
“I have actually had Indian food before.” Alistair said as they reached the front of the line. He placed his order then waited for Zevran. After this he’d probably have to wait a little bit before eating again, but so far he was enjoying himself.
There were tables set up all around the food trucks. Zev moved to sit at one, content to sit with his naan and chicken for the time being. “This is one of the better ideas I have had in a long time,” he beamed.
Alistair followed and sat down across from Zevran, eating his own food, “This really was a good idea. Food truck food is pretty good.” Sure, he’d only eaten two things so far, but it had all been better than he’d thought it would, “So, do you eat from food trucks often?”
“Sometimes at work, I will stop at one when I am done. To be honest, I am getting a bit tired.” He’d been doing porn since he was eighteen, and he was in his thirties. It was almost too much sex for one man.
Alistair of course thought that Zevran was talking about now, which didn't make any sense to him since they had more or less just arrived, but if Zevran was tired then he wasn't going to make him stay out. He lowered his fork to his food, "Oh...well, okay. Did you want to get going then?" He hadn't thought the night would end so quickly.
Zev blinked. “I meant of my career,” he smiled. “No, no. I’d like to stay with you, if that is all right.”
Well now Alistair felt like a bit of an idiot, "Oh! Oh, okay." He nodded sheepishly, "Yeah, that's alright." He was relieved that Zevran didn't think he was an idiot, "Why's that though? I mean, don't you like doing it?"
“Of course I do, but I’ve just been doing it for so long,” he sighed. “I don’t know how much longer I can pretend, I suppose.” Pretending he was in love, pretending he was into the other person when he wasn’t - it made him exhausted.
“What would you do if you weren’t doing porn?” Alistair hadn’t really thought about the fact that he liked Zevran and Zevran obviously liked him and if they actually started dating, how would he feel about the whole porn thing. So the fact that Zevran was bringing it up himself now made it a little easier.
“I have thought about directing, perhaps writing scripts.” Zev broke a bit of naan off and dipped it into the sauce on his plate. “I could still use the connections I have in the industry without being ... so involved, shall we say.”
Alistair nodded as he finished his own food, "Can I ask what brought this up all of a sudden? Was it simply because you mentioned work when I asked about food trucks or..." He wasn't entirely sure what else he was going to say. He couldn't ask if it was because of him, because they hadn't even been on two full dates yet so it was silly to think that he had anything to do with it. Then again, Zevran might have simply felt that he would talk to Alistair when he might not have anyone else to voice these things to, but again, what made him so special so quickly? It was all very confusing.
“Oh, I was just thinking about how I am tired.” Zev smiled and looked back down at his food. It wasn’t really appropriate to say ‘oh, I was thinking how in my dreams you’re a virgin and I don’t like sleeping with virgins at work because I feel guilty and sad and how I feel lonely more often than not after work now so it seems like a good time to stop’. That was at least a fifth date sort of discussion, if not a talk to be had after Alistair started to dream himself.
It seemed like a good enough answer, he was just surprised that Zevran had brought it up was all, "Well, I'm sure you'd be a good director. I mean, you know what the actors should be doing so it'd be easy. Right?" He felt a little silly, because everyone knew what actors in a porno were supposed to do.
“It is mostly about figuring out camera angles, really.” Zev chuckled. “It is not as if it would be a difficult job. The screenwriting appeals to me more, if only because I think I know what actors would like to do.”
"You know what awful dialogue to stay away from, huh?" If he hadn't already admitted when they'd first met that he'd seen some of Zevran's films then admitting that he knew the dialogue in most pornos was bad would have done it, "How do you write a porno though? I mean, is it just the dialogue or the actions too?" He realized then that he might have been asking too many questions about porn and flushed slightly and since he'd finished eating he couldn't blame it on the Indian food.
“I’ve been giggling far too much lately.” Zev rolled his eyes. “I actually had to make a joke about someone cleaning my pipes the other day. It is so silly.” He took a swig of his drink and leaned back. “Some people do the actions as well. Usually it is just generic, sort of ... the oversweeping notion of what we are going to do. It is not down to the letter, so to speak.”
Alistair cringed slightly at that and shook his head, "Well, you've just got to do what makes you happy, right? And whether that's writing or directing or...acting, you've just got to do it," While Alistair had watched Zevran's movies in the past, the thought of him with someone else now wasn't as appealing as it once was. Seriously, not even two dates and he was already falling for the guy. "So, um...wanna look around some more? You're probably still starving."
Zev nodded and stood up. “I am.” He moved to take Alistair’s hand to help him up again, smiling broadly. “May I say, that this is one of the best dates I have been upon? Not that I have been to many.”
Alistair let Zevran help him up, a shy smile crossing his lips, "Well, I'm glad." Had Zevran not told him the first time they'd gone out that he hadn't gone out on a date in a while then he might have thought that he was just saying that, but Alistair believed him, "I'm glad you're having a good time."
“Likewise. What kind of person would I be if I could not show you an enjoyable time with so much food around?” Zev grinned and bounced a little, as elves were wont to do.