Who: Alistair Theirin and Zevran Arainai What: Dinner and a movie date When: Backdated: Early March Where: Zevran's House Rating/Warnings: More or less family friendly, but it's Zevran, so.... Status: Complete!
Since Alistair and Zevran had reconciled, they had been making time to see each other, but hadn’t really gone on an actual date yet. Alistair was still helping Sam and Lara with the baby while they finalized any remaining wedding plans and when he wasn’t doing that Alistair was working, so that didn’t leave much time for dates. Tonight however, Alistair had found himself free or baby helping duty after work and Zevran had invited him over for dinner. Alistair had almost forgotten that Zevran was a pretty good cook and had enjoyed dinner immensely.
After dinner they had decided to watch a movie on Netflix, which was what they were attempting to do now, but Zevran had wandering hands, one of which kept finding its way to Alistair’s thigh.
Zevran couldn’t help it, not really. At least it was Alistair’s lower thigh, more toward the knee, and at least it was just resting, not doing its usual kneading. His head was on Alistair’s shoulder, enjoying once more how broad his friend (boyfriend?) was. “You are very tall,” he murmured happily. Humans were good for a few things.
Alistair couldn’t help but laugh at that and he nodded, “Am I tall or are you just short?” He turned his head towards Zevran smirking. When they were in situations like this, Alistair was reminded about how this never would have happened in the dreams. In the dreams there was no question that Alistair was very straight and very inexperienced. Sure, he had been very inexperienced in the waking world and he still was in many ways, but he was only slightly more experienced than his dream self.
“I think both are true,” Zev smiled. He toyed with Alistair’s hair as they watched, running little circles over the other man’s scalp. “I am glad that you are not so angry with me. You have gotten much better with your sword than the last time I saw you.”
Alistair’s eyes closed as Zevran’s fingers moved through his hair and probably would have stayed closed longer had the elf not spoken again, “Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with putting two completely unrelated sentences together?” If he didn’t know any better, Alistair would have wondered if sword was a euphemism for something else.
“Those are absolutely related. If you were angry, you could have stabbed me. I do not like being stabbed, so this is a pleasing turn of events.” He smiled lopsidedly at Alistair, nosing closer.
Alistair laughed softly and wrapped an arm around Zevran, “Alright, I guess that makes sense then. But, even if I was angry, I wouldn’t have stabbed you.” Alistair had never been angry enough to want to hurt someone, aside from Loghain in the dreams of course. “Besides, that’d just be messy.”
“That is why stabbing is best done out of doors,” Zev retorted. He moved closer, always a cuddly man by nature, and sighed. Having his nose against Alistair’s neck was heaven; the human always smelled good, and he was just the right amount of stubbly. “Sometimes I wonder how the man you are in your dreams would react to what we are doing. Shrieking, no doubt.”
Alistair exhaled softly as Zevran moved closer, his eyes closing again at the touch of the elf’s nose to his skin, “I’m pretty sure there would be lots of blushing. More than usual. And maybe a little shrieking.” His hand slid up and down Zevran’s side.
“I did give him advice on how to have more stamina,” Zev smirked. “He is a bit of a shrieker, this is true. Something you two have in common.”
“You did, but dream me is the sort to stick his fingers in his ears and tries not to listen to get the blushing to stop,” As Zevran spoke again Alistair’s eyes opened and he quirked a brow at Zevran, “What exactly does that mean?”
“I wish you blushed more, it is so very fetching on you.” Zev kissed Alistair’s cheek before nibbling on his ear. “You are quite vocal at times, but prone to louder noises when you are, shall we say, overwrought.” Really, Zev went from zero to innuendo in zero seconds.
While they hadn’t actually had sex yet, since Zevran had been back, that didn’t mean they hadn’t done anything and Zevran was right; Alistair could be quite vocal at times. “I can’t help it sometimes. I can try to be quieter if you want though.” He couldn’t help but tease Zevran a little bit.
“What? No! That is not what I meant.” Zev shook his head. “Is this where I tell you to stop being quite so Ferelden? You people and your hangups about sex.” He grinned impishly, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth.
Alistair couldn’t help but laugh softly, “Don’t worry, I don’t think I could try and be quiet with you even if I tried.” Zevran was simply too good and most of the time Alistair forgot his own name in the middle of things. “I have no hangups. I’m just still a lot more inexperienced than most people my age.” Most people Alistair’s age, guys and girls alike, weren’t still semi-virgins. Was that even a thing? Being a semi-virgin? Alistair thought of himself that way only because he had yet to bottom.
Nuzzling into Alistair’s neck, Zev smiled. “I am fond of you too, Alistair.” He sighed contentedly. “My services are still offered to you, should you need them. ... the assassinating ones, naturally. The other ones go without saying.”
“Well, I don’t think I’ll have any reason for you to assassinate anyone.” Alistair brought his hand up to run through Zevran’s hair. Anyone who had seen any of Zevran’s movies would never have guessed that he could be quite so cuddly and domestic as he was when he was with Alistair. At times Alistair still couldn’t quite believe it himself.
If anyone knew Zev’s childhood, it would make more sense. “Well, my offer remains open.” His eyes fluttered closed at the hand in his hair, and he sighed happily. Alistair did know his off switches. “I am eternally thankful that you opted to take me back. Have your friends been giving you much in the way of grief?”
Alistair shook his head, “No, No one is giving me any grief. They know how much I missed you.” He smiled as he watched Zevran, happy that they were back together. “Besides, you apologized for being stupid and leaving.” He couldn’t help but tease Zevran a little bit.
“I feel I will likely apologize for being stupid many more times before I stop being in love with you, though hopefully I will not leave again.” Zev reacted well to being teased: he just went along with it, since it usually came from an honest place.
Alistair smiled and shook his head again, “I think it’s time for you to shut up.” leaning in, he kissed Zevran. He understood why Zevran continued to apologize for leaving and he knew that he would hear it again, but for right now, he just wanted to spend time with him without thinking about it too much.
Zev was pleased that Alistair hadn’t made too much of a big deal about saying that he loved him for the first time. Kissing was much better than grousing.
After a moment or two, Alistair leaned back a few inches, still smiling, “Oh and by the way, I love you too.” He’d thought that when he said that to someone he’d blush and stutter, but he was just so sure about how he felt about Zevran that he found that it was easier than he’d thought.
Blinking, Zev leaned back enough to give Alistair one of his rare, genuine smiles. “You do?” He let his forehead rest against Alistair’s forehead. “If only you were this way in the dreams. Can you imagine Morrigan’s face?”
“I do.” Alistair said, smiling as their foreheads rested together, “Or Wynn’s. She’d definitely have something to say about it.” Alistair could only imagine how different their journeys would have been had he and Zevran been together in the dreams.
“Mmm, Wynne,” Zev grinned. “Wonderful memories. I had to be sneaky around her, but she only caught me watching her bathing once.” In his dreams, Zev had been a bit of a scoundrel. Twining his fingers with Alistair’s, Zev lifted one to his lips and kissed the knuckles. He was glad that he was a bit more calm here, less likely to cut and run. Well, again.
“Maker’s Breath, why doesn’t that surprise me in the least?” Alistair shook his head, a small smirk upon his lips. He had absolutely no doubt that Zevran in the dreams had spied on Wynn, “You’re lucky she didn’t use her magic on you. Now if it had been Morrigan, well, you would have been up shit’s creek without a paddle in that situation.” He really didn’t see Morrigan letting Zevran get away with watching her bath.
“I would not have been so stupid with Morrigan,” Zev laughed. “Do you remember the time you owed me a sovereign because I got her to giggle?” Flirting with Morrigan had been a slow burn, but Zev liked it as much as he liked irritating Wynne. “If I had wanted to annoy someone, I would have simply spoken with you. Or Shale, she was easy to irritate.”
“I don’t think you annoyed me so much as, I was just really uptight and extremely worried about the whole becoming king thing.” Alistair said, chuckling, “Oh right and there was that whole Blight thing to worry about too.” Alistair often wondered what the other members of their party were like in the real world, Shale especially. He could only imagine being a woman and dreaming about being a golem.
“You would have made a wonderful king,” Zev said honestly. He ran his fingers through Alistair’s hair, then grinned. “Though if you still want those tattoos, I can oblige you.”
“I’ve only had two dreams since the Blight and so far I’m not doing too bad.” Alistair was curious if he would have more dreams and if he’d find out just what sort of king he turned out to be in the long run. “Oh god. I don’t know how I’d look with tattoos. I’ll have to think about it for awhile.”
Zevran liked his tattoos, but he liked Alistair just fine without them. Smiling, he let his head rest on Alistair’s shoulder before moving to sit in his lap, kissing him lightly. “Think all you like. I will be here.”