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Who: Zev and Alistair.
What: Returning lost things.
When: 2/15.
Where: Alistair's place.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for erections.
Status: Complete!



Alistair had forgotten his dress coat in Zev’s car on their last date. Zev figured he’d need it at some point for something, so he decided to return it, as nice people did. He was dressed for work in leather pants and a t-shirt, jacket slung over one shoulder. It wasn’t his, so he wasn’t going to wear it.

Alistair hadn’t even realized that he’d left his jacket in Zevran’s car when the other man had dropped him off after their Valentine’s Day date, so he wasn’t expecting anyone to stop by so early, which was why he was still in bed when he heard the doorbell. Groaning, he contemplated ignoring it for a minute or two, because who could it possibly be? But in the end, he decided to drag himself out of bed to see. He hadn’t ordered anything, so it couldn’t have been a delivery, but now he was curious. Getting out of bed, he shuffled towards the door, in only a pair of pajama pants, which were slung low on his hips and he ran a hand through his messy bed hair. Were he more awake, he would have put a shirt on, but he’d fallen asleep late after Zevran had dropped him off. Peering through the peephole as best he could while half awake, he was surprised to see Zevran himself on the other side of the door.

For a second, he wondered if he was still in bed dreaming, but it was obvious that he wasn’t and not wanting to keep Zevran waiting, even though he was wondering now if he should go back and put on a shirt, he unlocked the door and pulled it open, “Hi. I wasn’t expecting you…” He could feel heat rising in his cheeks now and wished that he had put on a shirt, but then Zevran might have left while he was doing now. Alistair could get very conflicted very easily.

Zev felt himself going pink, biting his lower lip and chuckling. He looked down and handed over the jacket at the same time. “You left this in my car, and you are on my way to work. I thought I would deliver it to you, in case you should need it. I am sorry I woke you.”

Alistair hadn’t even realized that he’d left his jacket in Zevran’s car, mostly because Zevran had distracted him with a few kisses when he’d dropped him off the night before, “Oh thanks. I didn’t even realize it.” He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm it down, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t succeeding in the least, “And it’s okay. I should have been getting up any way.” So that was a lie, because really, Alistair had nothing better to do today, but he didn’t want Zevran to think that he’d inconvenienced him or anything. “Did you want to come in or do you need to get to work now?” Of course work meant that Zevran was most likely on his way to have sex with someone and Alistair couldn’t deny that the thought of it made him a little jealous.

Zev couldn’t help but bite his lip. “I may just call in sick,” he murmured. “I am sorry, you just look amazing all sleepy this way.”

Well that just caused Alistair to blush, which since he was shirtless was even more visible as his blush traveled down towards his neck, “Um...thanks.” He took that as a yes on the invitation to come in, so Alistair moved aside for Zevran to come in, “What...what happens if you call in sick? Do they cancel the shoot?” He didn’t think it was like other jobs where you could just call someone else in to cover.

“They take the day off, yes, or I can forfeit the shoot to someone else if I so choose. That is what I’ll be doing today.” Zev was already texting an excuse (flu) on his phone to the director. He’d only called in sick once before in his fifteen some-odd year career; he knew they wouldn’t mind.

Alistair couldn’t quite believe that Zevran was calling out sick just because of him, but at the same time, he wasn’t exactly surprised. “Hopefully whoever takes over is prepared.” He closed the door once Zevran was inside and moved to the kitchen, hanging his coat over the back of a chair, “Do you want something to drink?” He was still a little self conscious, considering his current state of undress, but he tried not to show it too much.

“Whatever you are having,” Zev smiled, moving to sit down. “I am sure they will be fine. If not, we will shoot later in the week.” He knew he could beg off; it wasn’t one of his shoots with Danny.

“Tea okay then?” He asked, grabbing the kettle and filling it then set it on the stove and turned it on to boil, “That should take a few minutes, so I’ll be right back.” If he was going to be sitting, talking to Zevran then he needed to brush his teeth and possibly brush his hair so that it wasn’t quite a mess.

Zev nodded, watching Alistair leave and smiling a little to himself. He liked the younger man, and quietly hoped to himself that he wasn’t going to go put a shirt on.

When Alistair left the kitchen, he went into his room and proceeded to his bathroom where he brushed his teeth and washed his face then brushed his hair a bit before going back into his room. He glanced around, briefly considering putting on a shirt, but in the end, he decided that if Zevran liked him without a shirt then he’d leave it off. He did, however, adjust his pants a bit so that they weren’t hanging off his hips any longer. Finished freshening up, Alistair rejoined Zevran in the kitchen, “Did your boss or director or whatever get back to you?” The kettle hadn’t whistled yet, so he took out two mugs as he waited.

“They did, they are going to recast and he hopes I’m well in time for next week’s scene.” Zev had been idly playing Flappy Bird on his phone, which he then happily pocketed. “You did not have to brush your hair, Alistair. You are quite cute all mussed.” It was probably good that Zev was sitting down; the Antivan had a difficult time hiding whenever he was aroused.

“I’m sure they’ll miss you on set. You do have an awfully big presence after all,” He groaned inwardly as the words left his lips, knowing that his pun was extremely bad and he kept his back to Zevran as he searched for the tea bags, “It’ll most likely just get messy again if I don’t have anything it.”

That made Zevran snort. “I have been told as much!” He watched the man fumbling, and couldn’t help but smile. “Do you need any help?”

Considering Alistair had seen quite a few of Zevran’s movies before he’d met him, Alistair knew just how true that was, “No. I’m good. Thanks.” Getting two tea bags, he put them in the mugs just as the kettle whistled, “How do you like your tea?” He asked, glancing over at the other man as he went to get the milk.

“Just a bit of milk, please.” Zev smiled, watching Alistair move. “Alistair? Do you mind if I tell you that I have a bit of a crush on you? I have not had romantic feelings toward anyone in some time, I thought you should know.”

Alistair smiled, but bit his bottom lip to try and keep it from spreading too far as he made both cups of tea and brought them over to the table, sitting down across from Zevran, “I think you may have said as much once before.” Considering no one else had ever told them they liked him before, he’d remembered each time Zevran had said something to imply that he liked him.

“I like to be very honest,” Zev shrugged. “Relationships go smoother that way.” He took the cup of tea and smiled, taking a careful sip. “This is wonderful, thank you. So. What do you have planned for today?”

Zevran had said relationships, but Alistair still didn’t know exactly how to define theirs. They’d gone out a few times and clearly liked each other, but he didn’t think they were officially dating or anything like that, “You’re welcome. It’s nothing special.” He took a sip of his own tea then shook his head, “No. No actual plans for the day.” He already knew what Zevran’s plans had been and what they were now, so he didn’t need to ask.

“Now that I have the day off, perhaps I will clean my apartment or something.” Everyone seemed to think Zev was this really interesting guy, but in all honesty, he thought of himself as super boring.

“So, you came all the way here to bring me my jacket, called out because I answered the door like this,” Alistair gestured to his bare chest, “And now you’re just gonna go home and clean?” He quirked a brow at the other man, taking another sip of his tea.

“Well. For the moment, I do not think moving would be advisable, because I will likely embarrass myself.” Zev was trying to focus on tea and other innocuous things, if only because erections and zippers never seemed to get along.

Alistair knew that Zevran had liked the view, but he hadn’t expected that he’d like it that much and it caused Alistair to blush once again, “Oh...I hadn’t realized…” He bit his bottom lip, not really sure what else to say. Ironically, this was how a lot of pornos started. If Alistair was anyone but himself, he might have offered to help Zevran with that.

Zev couldn’t help but chuckle. “It is all right. Tea and thinking about cleaning products usually helps!” He was confessing a trade secret; that was how he’d taught himself to delay orgasm in his youth.

“Oh. I see. And, um...how’s that working for you?” Part of Alistair kind of wished the table wasn’t between them so he could try and sneak a peek despite the fact that he’d seen Zevran aroused before, “Should I put on a shirt?”

“Please don’t.” Zev bit his lower lip and ran his hands through his hair. “It’s going all right. It has not gotten worse, but I am torn between wanting to try to kiss you or sitting here and trying to completely get rid of my arousal.” That would probably take thinking about cleaning out a gross bathtub. He’d had to do lots of that at boarding school.

“But kissing me probably wouldn’t help it to go away,” Alistair couldn’t help the small smirk upon his lips as he glanced down at the table top for a moment before looking across at Zevran through his lashes. “And then you’d probably be in an even bigger predicament.” Of course all this talk of kissing made Alistair want to kiss Zevran.

“Probably not, but I am willing to accept that risk.” Alistair’s voice was even, serious, but it was pretty obvious he was joking.

Alistair sat there for another moment or two, simply watching Zevran before he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the other man’s. He was still extremely self conscience, but he couldn’t sit there across from Zevran while he talked about his erection and not do something any longer.

That made Zev smile for a moment before he kissed back, breaking contact only long enough to stand up and move closer to Alistair. Some things were best done not across the table from someone. But he didn’t press too much; this was Alistair’s choice instead of Zev’s.

When Zevran moved closer, Alistair lifted his hand, hesitantly and cupped his cheek as he kissed him again. He liked kissing Zevran and the fact that he never pushed for more made it even more enjoyable to be allowed to go at his own pace.

Zev’s own pace would’ve been them shagging ages ago, which was why he thought better of things and just didn’t push it. Instead he just found a comfortable, neutral place for his hands (Alistair’s shoulders) and let them rest there.

As Zevran’s hands rested on his bare shoulders, Alistair’s pulse rose slightly. As lame as it sounded, no one had ever touched any portion of Alistair’s bare skin before; not like this anyway and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel nice. Feeling a little more confident, Alistair slid his hand in Zevran’s hair and nipped at Zevran’s bottom lip, hoping it wasn’t too hard.

It wasn’t; Zev couldn’t help groaning quietly, gently rubbing Alistair’s shoulder for a few seconds before reminding himself he was going to be good and not try to get into his crush’s pants. It was like Alistair was karmic retribution for everyone he’d ever flirted with and not intended to screw in his life. Which was a lot. Since he flirted with everyone.

The sound of Zevran groaning sent a slight shiver down Alistair’s spine and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to hear that sound again. To be the cause of that sound. But Alistair wasn’t quite that confident yet. However, he did place his free hand on Zevran’s thigh, just above his knee, the other still tangled in the shorter man’s hair, his thumb just barely brushing the edge of one of Zevran’s ears.

That was something Zev hadn’t told him, how sensitive his ears were. His eyes slammed shut and he outright shuddered, gasping for air and breaking the kiss. “I am - I am sorry. They are sensitive,” he whimpered.

Alistair hadn’t realized that he’d even touched Zevran’s ear until the man shuddered, “You may have mentioned that once.” His heart beating rapidly against his ribs, Alistair stared at Zevran for a moment before deliberately brushing his thumb over Zevran’s ear, his other fingers still in his hair.

Their eyes meeting had made Zev smile, but he liked how devious Alistair was being for ... well, Alistair. Closing his eyes, Zev bit his lower lip hard to keep from making a noise too indecent. He didn’t want his friend to feel guilty or awkward.

Considering Alistair had done that on purpose, guilt probably wouldn’t have been what he’d feel. “That’s probably not helping your….situation, is it?” Alistair had to use every ounce willpower he had in him to not let his eyes flick down towards Zevran’s crotch as he spoke. As long as he didn’t look, he might be able to keep from turning bright red.

“No. No it’s not,” Zev murmured. He let one of his hands move from Alistair’s shoulder to his hip, thumb moving lightly. But if Alistair felt comfortable enough to touch his ears, Zevran figured he’d be comfortable enough for the elf to gently kiss his neck.

Alistair’s muscles clenched where Zevran touched him and he couldn’t suppress the whimper that passed his lips as Zevran’s touched his neck. He’d never been touched or kissed like this before and he was sure that if this kept up he’d be in the same predicament that Zevran was in currently. How he wasn’t already was beyond him.

“We can stop, if you want,” Zev murmured. But then he followed it with a light nibble to Alistair’s neck, gently letting his tongue peep out to touch the skin.

“Um….” Zevran’s tongue against his skin caused Alistair to momentarily forget anything else, but what it felt like to having Zevran touching him, “I don’t...I don’t know.” Part of him didn’t want to stop, if only because he was afraid that if they stopped then Zevran would leave.

Leaning back, Zev smiled. “We could watch a movie or something?” He ran his fingers through Alistair’s hair, sending it sticking up again. “There.”

Alistair’s eyes slid shut briefly as Zevran ran his fingers through his hair and bit his bottom lip, “We could do that.” Knowing that Zevran wasn’t about to leave just because they’d stopped kissing made Alistair smile, “Are you gonna be okay though?” He was sure that Zevran couldn’t have gotten himself under control just yet so he wanted to make sure he’d be alright moving from the kitchen to the living room.

“Oh, I’ll be fine. I have to walk around on set all the time.” Zev kissed Alistair’s cheek before moving to collect his tea and move to the living room.