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Who: Alistair Theirin and Zevran Arainai
What: Enjoying a date night of movies and take out
When: Backdated: Thursday, March 6th. Evening
Where: Alistair's Condo
Rating: Mostly Family Friendly
Status: Complete!

It was still strange thinking that he had a boyfriend and as awkward as Alistair knew he could be, he was glad that Zevran could look past that she still want to be with him. Not many men like Zevran would be as patient with Alistair as Zevran had been and that meant a lot to him. Now Zevran retiring from acting, which Alistair had never asked him to do, but he couldn’t deny that he was glad about that, because he didn’t think he’d be able to date someone who had sex with other people on a daily basis. Even if him and Zevran hadn’t gotten there quite yet. It would still make him jealous.

Now that they were officially dating, Alistair and Zevran spoke and saw one another a little more than before, which included more dates, which they were on currently at Alistair’s house, “Indian food has been ordered. Should be here soon.” Alistair said, coming out of the kitchen and taking a seat on the couch beside Zevran, smiling.

“Good,” Zev smiled, moving to wrap his arms around Alistair. While they hadn’t done much more than heatedly snog, Zev was more free with his physical contact. Truth be told, the legendary Zevran Arainai was a bit of a cuddle slut. “Shall we select a film to watch once the food arrives?”

Alistair smiled as Zevran wrapped his arms around him, “What’re you in the mood for?” From watching Zevran’s movies no one would guess that the other man was a cuddler and Alistair enjoyed being one of the few people who knew this. It felt like a secret that only he was privy to.

“Hmm. Something funny. I think we are both due to laugh more today.” Sometimes Alistair seemed too sad, and it made Zevran want to fix it.

It wasn’t so much that Alistair was sad, but he worried about what his father would say or do if and when he found out about his son’s sexual preference and relationship. Yes, Alistair wanted to tell his father at some point, but right now was not that time. “A comedy is good with me.” He glanced over at Zevran, “But you’ll have to let me go so that I can read off the dvd titles to you.” He quirked a brow at his boyfriend.

Heaving a sigh, Zev looked melodramatically upset. “I suppose I can bear this burden if I must.” He grinned as he leaned back, sprawling on the couch like some sort of leather clad cat.

Alistair laughed and got to his feet, “You’re not gonna die.” Looking over Zevran, he couldn’t see how the shorter man could be comfortable in leather, but Alistair wasn’t really complaining, because he looked damn good in it. “And if you do then I’ll be extremely surprised,” Crossing over to his DVD collection, Alistair began reading off titles of any of the comedies that he could locate.

“I could. You do not know.” Zev rolled onto his stomach, smiling and watching Alistair read. “Pick your favorite,” he beamed. “I have not seen many of these.” Leather was a bit like a second skin, and he was comfortable in it.

“Alright then, but you can’t blame me if you don’t like it,” Alistair smirked and chose 21 Jump Street, a movie that had made him laugh out loud multiple times when he’d first seen it. Turning back to Zevran, he quirked a brow at him, “Now you’re taking up the whole couch. Where am I supposed to sit?”

“I do not know, where would you prefer?” Zev waggled his eyebrows for a moment, opening his arms as if to tell Alistair to just give up and lay on him.

Alistair gazed down at Zevran for a moment or two, his cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of lying down on top of Zevran. It wasn’t that the idea didn’t appeal to him, but they hadn’t been quite that close yet, “Let me put this on first.” He turned to the tv, set up the DVD then turned back to the couch and after a moment, he joined Zevran on the couch, moving to try and make himself comfortable, “I’m not sure if my couch is big enough for this.”

“Likely not,” Zev chuckled, sitting up and moving to sit closer to Alistair. “There, better?” He never wanted to push things, but sometimes it was hard to keep himself from touching Alistair. “I apologize.”

Alistair laughed and moved as Zevran did, “I think I might just need to get a bigger couch.” He smirked and sat close to Zevran, “You don’t have to apologize.” He pressed a kiss to Zevran’s cheek before reaching for the remote to press play on the DVD menu. In the privacy of his own home or Zevran’s, Alistair was much more likely to initiate a kiss, not worried about anyone seeing them.

“I do not blame anyone for wanting to get a bigger couch.” Zev snuggled into Alistair, kissing his neck and leaning his head on his shoulder. Zev wasn’t ever really embarrassed by anything, but that came with years of practice.

Alistair bit his bottom lip as Zevran kissed his neck, a shiver running down his spine as the movie started. If someone had told him a few weeks earlier that he’d be sitting on his couch, cuddling with Zevran, he would have told them they were crazy, but he certainly was glad that it had happened. “I mean, now I have a reason for needing a bigger one.”

“I can help you shop. I’m fantastic at testing out couches,” Zev beamed. He was pretty good at lying down. Running his fingers idly through Alistair’s hair, Zev smiled. “Have I mentioned that you are very handsome yet today?”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Alistair said, cheeks flushing slightly as Zevran spoke, “I think you may have.” Glancing over at his boyfriend, he quirked a brow, “If you’re looking at me then you’re not paying attention to the movie.” He teased, enjoying the feel of Zevran’s fingers in his hair.

“The movie will be there in a minute,” Zevran beamed. He scooted closer, letting his head rest against Alistair’s shoulder. “I am very happy,” he sighed.

As Zevran moved closer, Alistair couldn’t stop the stupid smile that spread across his lips, “I’m happy too. And I’m happy that you’re happy.” He’d never felt this level of happiness before and he hoped that it never ended. Okay, yes, Alistair may have been a little naive, but he was entitled to hoping that moments like this wouldn’t end.

That made Zevran laugh, and he squeezed Alistair’s hand. “Good. That is how it should be.” Zev was older and more experienced, but he wanted things to be this way for as long as possible. It was how he thought things should be.

One thing that made Alistair happiest about his relationship was that it was his relationship and his father had, had no say in the matter. He’d gotten to choose the person he wanted to date and got to do it because he wanted to and not to make anyone else look good. “Then it looks like we’re doing it right.” Smiling, he kissed Zevran just as the doorbell rang, “That’s probably our food.” Kissing him once more, he got to his feet to get the door.

Sitting up, Zevran paused the movie that he hadn’t been paying a bit of attention to. He got up to go to the kitchen to get out plates and forks, so they wouldn’t have to eat out of containers. He was classy!

When Alistair came back from retrieving the food, he smiled as he saw that Zevran had gotten the plates and utensils, “You didn’t have to do that. I would have gotten them.” Setting the bag on the coffee table, he started taking containers out and setting them down around the plates. Once the bag was empty, he went to throw it away then came back and resumed his seat beside Zevran, “I’m starving.”

“Relationships are about give and take. I like to do my part.” Zevran helped heap their plates with food and rejoined Alistair on the sofa. “I am hungry as well. Negotiating my contract as a director is so much more difficult than I thought! Before I just picked and chose my films and partners, now I have to direct so many films and ... it is more confusing. But great fun.”

“Well, thank you. Means we can eat sooner than if I had to go get everything and bring it out here.” Alistair smiled and unpaused the movie even though he didn’t think they’d actually be paying attention to it, “So when do you start directing? Are you going to write your own films?” He wasn’t really sure exactly how it all worked when it came to porn.

“I want to write my first few films, yes. I have scripts that I’ve written over the years. I propose them to the parent company, and then if they like it, I go ahead.” Zev smiled and sat crosslegged, nibbling his food carefully.

“I still feel like it must be pretty easy to write porn. I mean there’s not a whole lot of dialogue in most of it.” Alistair took a sip of his wine as he glanced over at Zevran, the movie now mostly serving as background noise. “Has anyone read the scripts you’ve already written?”

“No, not really.” Zev shrugged. He’d had a colleague proofread them, but nobody had really read them to see if they were interesting. It was porn; nobody would really care.

Alistair was silent for a moment while he ate and considered what he was going to say next, “If...if you want an opinion, maybe I could read one.” He knew he was blushing, but it wasn’t as if it would be that different from when he’d watched the pornos that Zevran had been in.

“If you like, yes! Sex is not scripted, it is just a general description of the scene, so it will not be too bad,” Zev smiled. He reached out to squeeze Alistair’s hand. “I know you would not want to read anything too graphic.”

Alistair smiled and squeezed Zevran’s hand back, “Hey, I’ve already watched you having sex, don’t think reading about sex would scandalize me too much.” Leaning over, he pressed a quick kiss to Zevran’s lips, “So, what’s the general reaction been to your retirement announcement?”

Elfin eyebrows quirked. “You have, have you?” He’d always assumed, but he’d never wanted to say so out loud. “Most people are upset I am breaking up the ‘ship’ between me and Danny, but honestly, the rest has been very supportive. It is very odd how many teenage girls watch my films.”

“You know I have.” Alistair knew he’d mentioned it before, especially in the text conversation they’d had when Zevran had officially asked him to be his boyfriend, “I haven’t seen any of your movies with Danny though.” He knew that Zevran had done movies with the younger porn star and despite the fact that it was all for work and Danny had a girlfriend, Alistair couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the fact that Danny had had sex with his boyfriend and he hadn’t yet.

“I know, but I enjoy making you blush.” Zev kissed Alistair on the cheek before taking another bite of his food. “We are friends, which is why I think people enjoy watching them? It is more interesting than when I am with someone very boring.”

“That’s just mean, because it’s easy to make me blush,” If only there was a way to make Zevran blush. Alistair was pretty sure that that was impossible. “I just don’t think I could see him the same way if I watched any of them.” He’d met Danny at the AVNs and Stephanie wanted the four of them to double date sometime and Alistair didn’t think that’d go very well if he watched any of Zevran and Danny’s scenes.

“But you are handsome when you do it.” Zev moved so he could tip Alistair’s head toward him, meeting his eyes. “I do not fancy him. Not as I do you. I promise you this.”

As their eyes met, Alistair couldn’t break Zevran’s gaze and he sighed, “I know. This is just still so new and I still get a little jealous when I think about how anyone can see you naked or about the people you’ve slept with.” He knew it was silly. Just because he was a virgin, he couldn’t expect anyone he ever dated to be as well, not that he wanted to date anyone else, but he knew he was being silly.

“For the record, I only wait to have sex with people I actually care about.” One night stands or sexual partners for work were sort of a dime a dozen for him. Alistair was different. “I just want it to be right for you in every way I can. If that makes sense at all.”

Alistair nodded, “It does. I’m sure that this will all get easier with time.” Honestly if any of Zevran’s fans saw him the way that Alistair got to see him, they would probably think he’d been abducted by a pod person or something, “Or it could just be the accent. I’m pretty sure I’d agree to anything if it was said with your accent.” He couldn’t help teasing the elf a little.

“I am sure. The longer I go only being with you, the more you will trust.” Zev smiled and laughed a little when Alistair admitted he liked his accent. “Oh really? How about we take a moment to kiss, then? Or is my garlic breath too strong for you?”

Alistair knew that Zevran was right and was glad once again that Zevran was such a patient man, “I think I can look past your garlic breath this time.” Smiling, Alistair leaned in and kissed Zevran, one hand coming to rest on the other man’s thigh to steady him.

Garlic naan hadn’t been a kiss deal breaker! For once! Zev grinned as Alistair initiated a kiss, sighing contentedly and letting one of his hands cup Alistair’s cheek. Romantic kissing - not porno tongue kissing, or sex kissing - Zev had missed it very much.

Alistair was sure that his breath wasn’t much better at the moment, so he didn’t see a big deal with a little kissing. He was still new to this whole kissing with more than just your lips thing and he knew that he wasn’t exactly up to par with Zevran, but he had a pretty good teacher, so he wasn’t too worried.

The kissing was good because it was genuine. That was all Zevran wanted. Skill had very little to do with it, and besides, Alistair was good at following his lead. But erections in leather pants were bad, and Zev was soon chuckling and adjusting a little.

Alistair was just glad that he hadn’t embarrassed him or anything with how inexperienced he was. As Zevran shifted, Alistair pulled away slightly, gaze first looking from Alistair’s face before flicking down quickly then coming back to meet Zevran’s face and quirked a brow, “That seems to happen whenever we kiss, you know.”

“It is entirely your fault,” Zev beamed. He couldn’t help it; Alistair was gorgeous, and he tasted good, and he smelled better. It was something that Zevran couldn’t help but enjoy. “Do not worry, it will go away once I eat.”

“It’s almost a relief that it’s not me.” As the words left his lips, Alistair realized how that could be taken and he shook his head, “I mean, it’s not because I’m not attracted to you, because I am, but I keep worrying that I’ll embarrass myself and if that happened to me then I’d be embarrassed and….” He closed his mouth, cheeks flushing, realizing that he was just rambling and hoped that Zevran knew what he was trying to say.

That made Zev laugh happily. “I am trained to get an erection at the proverbial drop of a hat. Do not worry, you are fine.” In his old line of work, getting a boner easily was sort of an important skill.

Alistair was relieved that Zevran understood and wasn’t offended and even laughed a little as well, “Does that ever get really awkward?” He was pretty sure Zevran would say no, but Alistair had to ask. “I would think that could get awkward at times.”

“I think on set, it is not awkward, if only because everyone there has seen everything. Whoever I was sleeping with was already expecting it, and all of the camera operators and such have seen it all before hundreds of times.” He squeezed Alistair’s hand and began to eat his food again.

Alistair nodded and squeezed Zevran’s hand back, “I guess it’d only be awkward if you got a random erection in the grocery store or something,” He smirked and glanced at Zevran briefly before he went back to eating as well. Knowing Zevran though, he wouldn’t even be phased by it.

“I am not inappropriately aroused by food, you can rest easily.” Zev smiled and wondered what Alistair’s glance had meant. Maybe he just had food on his face or something. The elf dabbed at his mouth with a napkin before he resumed nibbling.

“Oh good. I can rest easily now knowing that you won’t be getting kicked out of any grocery stores and that it wasn’t the food that turned you on just now,” He took a sip of his wine, still smirking a little as he continued eating. The flirting came easier now than it did before, which gave Alistair hope that everything else would eventually come easily as well.

“While the food is very very good, it is not particularly arousing, no. And I haven’t been aroused by eggplants or anything, so ... no, I think I am safe.” Zev grinned right back, trying not to look too entirely impish.

“So, what should we do after we eat?” Alistair asked, eating a little more of his food, “Maybe restart the movie and try to actually watch it?” Of course he knew that was probably unlikely with Zevran around.

“That’s probably a good idea, but I will likely just end up kissing you more.” Zev smiled and bit his lower lip, looking a little shy, almost. “I am sorry.”

Alistair laughed softly, looking just as shy as Zevran, “I might be able to deal with that.” As awkward as he was, Alistair didn’t think that he could ever deny Zevran kisses; he was already addicted to the elf’s lips and didn’t mind in the least.