Alistair Theirin (bloodoftheirin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-05-16 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alistair theirin, zevran arainai |
Who: Alistair Theirin and Zevran Arainai
What: Alistair's home is way too big for only one person
When: Backdated: Wednesday, May 13th. Evening
Where: Alistair's House
Rating/Warnings: More or less family friendly, but it's Zevran, so....
Status: Complete!
Lara and Sam were officially all moved to England. They had been there since after the wedding so anything they had needed, Alistair had put together to ship to them, but now knowing that they were officially all settled in, in their new home, it made the place in Orange County feel a little more lonely. At least before he could say that his roommates were just on their honeymoon and it made it feel a little less like they weren’t coming back for awhile, but now it was all official. Now was when he decided if he was truly going to ask Zevran to move in with him.
When he thought about it, it made the most sense. The house, or mansion, was too big for just one person, but Alistair didn’t plan on leaving, because Lara and Sam had entrusted it to him while they were in England. Yes, he was scared about asking Zev to move in, cause the previous year when he had moved in with Zevran, the elf had gotten weird and left shortly after and while Alistair didn’t think that his boyfriend would do that again, it was there in his head and worrying him greatly. He had spoken to Isabela about it and she had assured him that it was only normal for him to feel that way, but he thought that Zevran was well worth the risk and so he had invited him over for dinner.
Alistair hadn’t really been a good cook before he’d moved out on his own, but after living on his own and living with Lara and Sam, he had started cooking for himself more and more and had actually become an alright cook. However, because he wanted tonight to go just right, he had ordered out from a restaurant that Zevran enjoyed and was finishing up setting the kitchen table, cause the dining room table was much too big for two of them, and checking the clock to see just how much time he had before Zevran arrived.
Alistair had told Zev that it was something very important, that he really needed to see him. This was clearly code for sex. He drove over to the ridiculously huge mansion in just his boxers, planning to drop trou after ringing the bell. Which was why he’d rang the doorbell, shucked his boxers, and wiggled his bare feet against the cold concrete outside the door, hoping Alistair would hurry up. It wasn’t cold if one was clothed, but Zev was most assuredly not.
It was not at all code for sex. Alistair simply wasn't that creative with code. Hearing the bell, Alistair headed for the door, dressed in jeans and a nice shirt, so when he opened the door to find Zevran standing their naked, his eyes widened and he tried not to stare. Yes, he'd seen Zevran naked quite a few times, but never standing on his doorstep and found that he was glad the house not only had a fence around it, but that there was no way for the neighbors to see even if there hadn't been, "What are you doing? Where are your clothes?"
“You called me here for sex, no?” Zev grinned up at Alistair, waggling his eyebrows as he fell to his knees. He knew for a fact that unless someone got within about thirty feet of the fence, they wouldn’t be able to see. And even if they did, that just made things more fun.
Alistair’s cheeks flushed as he watched Zevran and after mentally facepalming, he reached for the elf’s shoulders, “Zevran, get up. I didn’t call you here for sex.” Sure, it was possible that sex could happen later on, but that wasn’t the main reason that he had called his boyfriend over. “Did you drive over like that or are your clothes somewhere?” He really shouldn’t have been at all surprised by Zevran’s actions. It was totally a Zevran thing to do, but Alistair couldn’t get sidetracked right now.
“I think they are somewhere behind me.” Sighing, the elf stood up. “I will not seduce you now, but you owe my penis many apologies later.” He didn’t bother getting his clothes, instead walking inside. “So, you do actually have things you wish to discuss, I take it?”
This time Alistair actually facepalmed, sighing as he finally lowered his hand from his face and closed the door, attempting to keep his eyes off Zevran’s ass, because that was one way to get sidetracked from what he wanted to talk to Zevran about, “Yes, I do.” Stepping away from the door, he headed towards the kitchen, “Do you want to put clothes on before dinner?” He should have known that this wasn’t going to be a normal dinner.
“I am guessing that’s your way of saying you want me to get dressed before dinner?” Zev chuckled, shook his head, and walked into the nearest bathroom. A towel would do; he wound it around his waist, as if he’d just taken a shower. “Is this better?”
Alistair ran a hand through his hair as Zevran came out of the bathroom and he nodded, “Yeah, I suppose so.” This was not the way he had seen the night going, but it wasn’t going to stop him from what he wanted to talk to Zevran about, “Lets eat dinner.” He gestured towards the kitchen where everything was set up.
Zev blinked. Alistair must have been serious; this was very elaborate and fancy. That spoke of some grand gesture. Padding into the kitchen, Zev reached out to take Alistair’s hand, a little more serious now.
Alistair was a little thrown off now and was trying to think of how to proceed with the evening when Zevran reached out for his hand and he took it, "I ordered from that one restaurant you like," He said, gesturing towards the set table.
“You remembered!” Zev smiled, tiptoeing up to kiss Alistair on the cheek. He always did like when Alistair was romantic, if only because it was so sweet and heartfelt.
The kiss to his cheek brought a smile to his lips and he pushed Zevran towards the table, “Of course I remembered. I’m listening when you talk. I’m not just ogling you all the time.” Although that did happen on occasion as well. “Now sit.” He picked up a bottle of wine from the center island, “Wine?”
“When the question is about wine, the answer is always yes.” Zev liked drinking, genuinely, and loved wine. He drank for the taste, as getting drunk seemed pointless to him. That, and more than a little bit of his control freak tendencies had leeched through from the dreams.
Alistair filled Zevran’s glass then went around to his own seat and filled his after sitting down, “So, while this isn’t exactly how I’d pictured this,” His gaze fell briefly to Zevran’s bare chest before returning to his face, “I’m glad you weren’t busy tonight.” He had been debating when he should get to the main reason he’d asked Zevran over tonight and in the end, he’d decided that sooner was probably better. He knew that if Zevran declined it could make dinner awkward, but if Alistair waited, he might not do it even if he really wanted this, “Cause I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Zev swallowed thickly. When he heard I wanted to talk to you about something, he felt his heart jump into his throat. “What about?”
“Well, you know how Lara and Sam are in England now.” Alistair toyed with his knife and fork, which were laying beside his plate, “And I was thinking that this place is far too big for just me so….I wanted to ask you if you’d want to move in.” Now that he’d said it outloud, to Zevran, his pulse rose as he waited for the elf’s response.
“I do.” Zev leaned forward, listening intently to what Alistair had to say, smiling faintly. He chuckled when he could tell that Alistair was nervous, and outright giggled when Alistair asked him to move in. “Of course! How could I say no? Alistair, I have told you that I love you. I am wanting to be very close to you all the time, why would I not want to move in?”
Alistair’s lips turned up into a stupid smile at Zevran’s answer, “Really? I was just worried...I mean, when I moved in with you, it was cause of that stalker. And then….” He didn’t want to bring up how Zevran had left not too long after he’d moved in cause he didn’t want to ruin the moment. “But really? You wanna move in?” He had to hear it again to be sure he’d heard it at all.
“And then I was stupid. I will not be doing the same thing again, I can assure you.” Zev smiled at Alistair, leaning forward and whispering loudly. “I do wish to move in with you, yes.”
“Okay. Good.” Alistair couldn’t stop smiling. He had worried about asking Zevran to move in and now that he’d done it and Zevran had said yes, he felt as if a weight had been lifted. “This’ll be good. I just kept thinking about how if you’d said no, dinner would get even more awkward. So, I’m glad you didn’t say no.”
“Why would I say no? I am usually here anyway, it makes perfect sense.” Zev stood up and moved his plate so he was closer to his boyfriend. Then he moved to straddle Alistair, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him firmly. “I do not intend on repeating my past mistakes.”
“I know, but you know me. I worry.” Alistair watched as Zevran moved and laughed as he was suddenly straddled by the elf who was still wearing only a towel. “And good, cause I’ll kick your butt if that happens.” Smiling he kissed Zevran again, glad that this night had gone well and looked forward to living with Zevran again.
“Of course you do, you worry as if it is your job.” Zev just answered Alistair’s threats with a firm kiss, wrapping his arms around the other man’s shoulders.