[ZEKE] a shot to remember.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

"I haven't a reason to let you in." Alecsander teased the boy. But he had the best reason of all, didn't he? He wanted the boy. Maybe not for the most innocent or rational of reasons, but he still wanted him. Somewhere deep inside of him, he'd always wanted someone to wake up beside, someone to go home to and to hold in his arms. He might not have a home now, but it was the same concept, right? Someone waiting for him after he clocked out.

He gently ran his hand up the boy's arm, slowly wrapping his fingers around his wrist. His hands were abnormally gentle. His work wasn't rough, so his hands weren't either. "Give me one good reason why I should buy you coffee tomorrow. Other than I like having you here in my lap." He breathed.

[zenith kain eridius]

Zeke's still healing. He doesn't look it. No, not at all. This is a young man that's bold as brass and wears his heart on his sleeve. If he's hurting you can tell. He's still hurting, but the edge is gone now. No. All he wants is the man that's been set before him, close enough to touch. He does touch, and that's more than he can say for anyone in a long while. Laney... he missed her like hell. It was interesting, the way he missed her less with. It's the boldness that kicks in now, takes him flying by the seat of his pants. 

"Not yet ." His words are a gentle retort, a smart assed reply that's wrapped up in the typical manner of flirting. The man is so gentle Zeke aches. He's not used to tenderness, again, not since she left. He'd come in second and second place is the first loser. The Greek boy was healing, not so much broken. Not any more. His breath caught at the man's fingers resting around his wrist, thumb traveling to stroke Alec's cheek. 

"Because I'm not like the others." He echoes an earlier statement, face close enough to that of the other man to bring an excitement, a certain electricity to the table. "And you want to sleep with me." Zenith can be a bit of a smart ass, but he could read the other man fairly well. By the slightly shy but glimmering look in his eyes, the feeling was mutual. It wasn't like he was a virgin, but if you wanted a secret, he could tell you he hadn't been with a man before. 

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

'Not yet'. If only the boy knew. But what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? That's how the saying went as far as Alec knew. And he wasn't often mistaken. Not that he'd admit anyways. He liked when people thought he was brilliant. It may be one of the many reasons he adored having a little sister. She always had a reason to look up to him.

"That you aren't." Alec smiled. He wasn't a bit shocked by what followed out of the boy's mouth. It wasn't entirely untrue, either. He'd love to sleep with the boy. On the other hand, he'd love to sleep with anyone. So long as they knew their place. Butting heads with someone wasn't one thing he took well to. "Perhaps." He smirked a bit, narrowing his eyes. He was all for drawing this out, seeing where it went. But unlike everyone else, the boy might actually amount to meaning something more than a one night stand. "But that's a two-way street, little one. From the looks of it, I'm not the only one wanting a little more than touching." His fingers tightened on the boy's wrist, his hand falling to rest over his back pocket. Maybe this was fire they were playing with. And Alecsander was more than ready to get burned if that's what it came to. Because this was becoming addicting. And he was loving every moment of it.

[zenith kain eridius]

Zeke bites his lip, a certain coy look on his face. It's gentle where it sits, eyes scanning Alec's face. He's interested...entertained...maybe even a little enthralled already. It's funny, the way a sibling dynamic growing up can change someone. Zeke had been the one put in the corner, Ace on a pedestal. Ace was the golden boy, the one that would replace the hole in their hearts the little girl had left. It didn't show now, but he was introverted and quiet, didn't generally make a lot of noise or fuss. Even if he did no one would look twice, so what was the point? 

The boy leans in, hiding his face against Alec's neck. His words are slightly muffled into the skin and he's mumbling slightly, but the words are unmistakable. "I want to wake up with you." There's a difference in those two things, a big difference. Zenith's cheeks flush with heat, the young man blushing like a school girl. It was terribly unbecoming, but at the same time he couldn't help it. He can't help but push back against the man's hand where it rests.  The hand of his own that isn't on Alec's face goes to the man's hip, resting firmly in place. 

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

It was one thing to have the boy in his arms. It was another entirely for the boy to be breathing down his neck. That had always been a turn on for Alec. Anything having to do with his neck was always a sensitive area, but probably the easiest way to have him at your mercy. If that was even possible with the stubborn male. 'Wake up with you'. Well, that could mean a lot of things, now couldn't it? He wasn't sure about where exactly the boy was going with this. And little by little, he was starting not to care. Maybe he needed this, to finally have someone to care. His parents had never been there, and he'd almost always lacked what he was getting from the boy now- attention and affection.

"Yeah?" He breathed. Perhaps he was over thinking all this. Maybe he just needed to go out on a limb and just go and do it. If it amounted to nothing, at least they had what they had today, right? He let go of his wrist to reach over and gently pull the boy's chin closer to his. This was dangerous waters he was treading. But oh, it would be so sweet, wouldn't it? Caution to the wind, he pressed his lips gently to the boy's, his hand wandering up to his cheek to cup it gently and pull him a little closer.

[zenith kain eridius]

Zeke was starting to take pages from Ace's book. He was looking for the fast track to have this man wrapped around his finger... he'd try it only because he was enthralled in his most real and pure state. He wanted to touch, to stroke... to cuddle. He hadn't wanted to cuddle up to someone's chest and let the day pass like that since... hell. Since Lainey. And that had been different. Things had been so different then, and now... now they were ever stranger.

There's an odd feeling welling up in his gut as his chin is raised, as he can feel himself looking into the man's deep, dark eyes. There's anticipation and then... then it breaks. Then it shatters, blows to pieces. Then there's Alec's lips on his, kissing, and he's kissing back. It's warm and gentle, soft, and driving him insane. He's kissing back a bit more strongly than tentative, warmly, broadly. A hand slips to the man's hair, cupping the back of his head. Everything feels like it'll be alright.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

This wasn't just a kiss. It didn't even start out as just as kiss. It started out as a test of his own courage, if he could actually go through with something so wild and crazy. And then it turned into this, Alec wanting so much more than just a kiss. He slowly parted his lips against the boy's, wrapping his free arm around him. Zenith couldn't get any closer, couldn't get close enough. It was a need, a horrible ache to be as close as possible to the boy. This.. This was magic. Simply put.

Alecsander kissed the boy for a moment longer before he drew back, his dark eyes looking into the boy's. His eyes traced his face slowly, taking in the light blush on his cheeks and the line of his jaw. Oh, he was lovely. Quite an amazing creature. "And what exactly do you mean by you want to wake up next to me?" He asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. But it wasn't a loud voice that was required to be heard in here. They weren't that far apart at all. It still didn't stop Alec from wanting the boy as close as he possibly could be, though.

[zenith kain eridius]

The man had to lean in. He had to reach out, to stroke, to touch. He's enchanted by the feeling of skin beneath his fingers, the way it's smooth and it flows. Zenith can feel the sparks as they race up his spine, all of it enough to take his breath away. He shifts his weight slightly, cuddling up closer to the man. He's never known this draw for closeness... this magnetism. It's enough to make his head spin. It's perfect. "Don't take me then turn me out." He doesn't want to be something fleeting, no, that just wouldn't do.

[alecsander miles chevalier iii]

"Now why would I go and do that?" He asked gently, hugging the boy close to him. He was glad to have him there, to know he wasn't afraid of something a little more than just.. sitting here. The longer he was around the boy, the more enticed he became, like Zenith got a little more perfect as time went on. He couldn't help thinking this was all he'd ever been looking for. "Come on. Go to my room and I'll meet you there." He offered, taking a pen from the table to write his room number on the boy's hand so he wouldn't forget. He pressed another kiss to his lips then patted his leg.