Alistair Theirin (bloodoftheirin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-21 14:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alistair theirin, zevran arainai |
Who: Alistair Theirin and Zevran Arainai
What: Alistair is still quite sore from his dream fight
When: Backdated: Saturday, June 6th. Evening
Where: Their House
Rating/Warnings: More or less family friendly. There's a massage and innuendo.
Status: Complete!
Alistair really hated the dreams sometimes. It wasn’t that his recent dreams were particularly upsetting or anything, but when he woke up sore and bruised from fights in the dreams, that was when he started disliking them again. Having just gotten out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist then leaned close to the mirror to inspect the bruise on his jaw that had appeared as a result of Sten punching him in the dreams. Qunari definitely packed a mean punch.
Sighing, Alistair left the bathroom, going into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, groaning slightly at the soreness of his muscles as he moved.
Zev was reading in bed and blinked when he saw Alistair wincing. “What is wrong, amico mio?”
“Still sore from my dream last night.” Upon waking up, Alistair told Zevran about the dream, including the part where Sten was the Arishok of the Qunari and how they’d gotten into a life or death fight, “No wonders Darkspawn always tried to run from Sten during our travels.” He rolled his neck and shoulders before glancing over at Zevran, “I’m almost as sore as last year when we fought Darkspawn and the Archdemon.” He’d had a lot more bruises and other injuries then, but at least then there had been a real reason he’d hurt.
Putting down his book, Zev moved closer to Alistair. He wrapped his arms around the taller man from behind him before taking his hands and putting them on Alistair’s shoulders. “We shall see if I can help, then.”
Alistair smirked as he felt Zevran’s arms around him then his hands on his shoulders, “You mean like a massage? I wouldn’t say no to that.” He glanced back at Zev and leaned back to kiss him, “Should I lay down?”
“You can if you wish, it will likely help you relax.” Zev smiled and moved off the bed, letting Alistair lay down and get comfortable.
Alistair moved to lay down across the bed, the towel around his waist loosening slightly to expose a little more of his hips, but staying in place more or less, “Alright. I’m ready. Use your magic fingers.” Alistair folded his arms in front of him and pillowed his head on them as he waited for Zevran to begin.
Zev chuckled. “Not magic, merely skilled.” Zev was always proud he was as capable as he was without using magic or anything of the sort, simply relying on guile. After grabbing some lotion off of the nightstand, Zev slicked his hands and ran them over Alistair’s skin. Chafing was never fun.
Alistair let out a low groan as Zevran’s hands began moving over his skin. He enjoyed the feeling of the elf’s hands on his body and now was no exception. His boyfriend might have been a little on the short side and quite lean, but he was strong and that was proven in his hands. “That’s nice.” He wondered if Zevran’s skills in massage were from the dreams or if it was as a result of his previous job.
Smiling, Zev focused on knots in Alistair’s shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of Alistair’s neck. “Is there anywhere you would like me to focus upon?”
Alistair smiled as he felt Zev's lips on the back of his neck, "My shoulders were the sorest part, but my lower back is kind of sore too." In the dream he's been tossed to the ground by Sten during their fight and being thrown around by a Qunari really hurt.
“I’ll help with that too.” Zev smiled as he carefully manipulated another bit of Alistair’s shoulder. “Your shoulders are so lovely. Broad and muscular. You could absolutely smother a man to death with your arms as well. That is how I wish to go, if I must.”
Alistair turned his head just enough to look back at Zevran, quirking a brow, “You’d want me to smother you with my arms?” There were times when Zevran said the strangest things, but somehow Alistair understood them most of the time, “I don’t think I could do that.”
“If I have to go early, silly. But do not worry, I plan on staying for some time. I was simply trying to compliment you.” Zev leaned down to kiss Alistair, sighing contentedly as his chest grew flush with Alistair’s back. Alistair had a great back.
“I’m sure there are other ways to compliment my massive shoulders without talking about me smothering you,” Okay, so Alistair’s shoulders weren’t massive, but as a result of the dreams they were definitely broader and more defined than they had been a little over a year ago. It made sense really. In the dreams he’d trained with a longsword and wore fairly heavy armor, so he’d built up quite a bit of muscle and all of that had bled over once he’d dreamt about becoming a Grey Warden.
When Zevran kissed him, he kissed him back, turning his head a little more to get a better angle, his hips shifting slightly against the towel that was still around his waist. Zevran’s hands were certainly magical.
Well, the back rub was starting to turn into something else, which Zevran had expected. Zev smiled into the kiss and rolled to his side so he could wrap his arms around Alistair.
As Zevran rolled to his side, Alistair turned slightly, “Hey, I don’t remember giving you permission to stop.” He teased as he brought one hand up to run his fingers through Zevran’s hair, “Now you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”
“If that was an erection pun, I will be very pleased. You do not joke nearly as often as you should.” Hey, boyfriends should be worried, right? Zev always worried after Alistair - he was far too serious and dour for such a goofy soul, like a happy go lucky dog that got yelled at for being happy go lucky.
Alistair laughed and kissed Zevran as he shifted a little to press his hips against his boyfriend’s, “What can I say, being king makes one lose their sense of humor.” He definitely saw a difference between himself during the Blight and during his quest to find Maric. He’d already been king for about ten years by the time he went looking for his father and a lot had happened in those ten years, “But I wouldn’t mind being more like I was before.”
“I liked your tendency to make jokes of everything. And how you ate when you were young!” Zev laughed. “I would have thought that all Grey Wardens were such bottomless pits if we had not had another with us.”
"I still eat like a bottomless pit. Or haven't you noticed?" It was definitely a Grey Warden thing because before he'd dreamt about becoming one Alistair had never had such a large appetite. "And I'm still young too. You'd better not be calling me old prematurely." He quirked a brow teasingly at Zevran.
“I am older than you, why would I call you old? You are simply not a young man any longer.” Alistair was a bit more world weary than when they’d first met, that was for sure. Zev hoped he could make him smile.
“You’re not that much older than me. Then again, your birthday is coming up, so maybe you are.” Alistair smirked and rolled them so that he could straddle Zev, his towel coming looser, but not quite falling off yet, “Here’s hoping that nothing cataclysmic happens to ruin that.”
“To ruin my birthday? It is simply another day, I do not have anything planned.” Zev smiled up at Alistair, craning his neck upward for a snog. “A day with you would be nice.”
“Well, there’s still some time, so maybe I’ll plan something.” Alistair had a few ideas, but he wasn’t about to give them up to Zevran at the moment. Whatever he did for his boyfriend’s birthday in August, he wanted it to be a surprise. “Either way, it’ll be with me.” He kissed him back then pulled away and rolled off him, “Now, about making it up to me for cutting that massage short,” He quirked a brow as he finally removed the towel, not that it was going to stay in place much longer, and tossed it onto the floor.
“I have a few ideas,” Zev smirked. He waggled his eyebrows, smiling to himself.