Who: Alhaitham & Kaveh
Status: Closed :]
Where: Everywhere (wherever the prompts take them)
What: A pair of roommates get very busy in the month of February
Warnings: The warning you need in seeing two men pine for each other so hard they grow an entire forest.
rubs hands in glee
Green.
[Did you even think he'd actually pick blue for even a single second, Kaveh.]
the gay...the gay is happening.
...This is starting to get long. We'll need to trim it later.
[Kaveh remarks it almost to himself--his own hair is honestly much more in need of a trim after four months--but he'll take the cloth he's been brought and set to gently washing off the kohl Alhaitham is already wearing.]
the gay we all deserve
Mmn. [A small hum to acknowledge Kaveh's words even if they weren't quite meant for him, and then Alhaitham slides his eyes shut when Kaveh goes to wipe off the kohl that Alhaitham puts on every morning, easily trusting his senior to do what is needed to accomplish their goal here.]
the gay we've fought for...
...I'm showing off a bit to make our point, so bear with it.
[After all, the demand was to prove their skill, and Kaveh never backs down from a challenge. Still, he won't go too wild, knowing Alhaitham's preferences, selecting a deep dark green to line his eyes with a bright splash of teal under that sharp winged eyeliner...perhaps just a bit of jade over the tops of the lids.
His hands are steady as always, and so gentle, even as he rests one hand on Alhaitham's jaw to turn his head just so, when he needs to. It's rather nostalgic, honestly.]
the gay that will always be there
...despite the fact that it has been a fairly long time since Kaveh has done this for him its surprisingly easy to fall back into the old patterns they used to have, back when they were so much younger. Alhaitham is steady and still as a statue as Kaveh does his work, and though the architect's fingers on his skin are as transient as the brush of a butterfly's wings it is more than enough for Alhaitham to follow his cues where needed, turning his head left and right as instructed without so much as a grumble or complaint.
There are many things that Alhaitham has opinions about when it comes to Kaveh, but in this there is nothing for him to doubt. He has full confidence in what his senior is doing and thus has no issue with following his instructions here, at least in this instance.]
the gay eternal
...It'd be better if I had some gold to accent that, but so it goes. I'm done.
[He's turned to stare down the original culprit. Surely, this is enough to prove the point?]
the gay supreme
He continues to stay patient and still up until Kaveh announces that he's done, at which point he then opens his eyes and proceeds to blink at Kaveh several times as his vision straightens itself back into place.
Said target glances between Kaveh and Alhaitham, expression seemingly calculating, and then boldly proclaims at how could one consider something like this done when all he has focused on are the eyes? There is still the rest of the face to work on, good sir, so hurry along now!
Alhaitham can't help but look over when he hears that, making no effort to show his growing displeasure on being toyed with like this. He should've just specified that he wanted the entire face from the very beginning if it was always going to be like this.]
gay paradise
I'll make this quick, then. Bear with me.
paradise... like paradisaea... amirite...
Still, this alternative isn't wholly bad, especially when he gets to see the fire burning in Kaveh's eyes now, albeit from righteous fury. He stares at the sight of that fiery gaze for a second before he nods and closes his own eyes back up, once again placing himself in his senior's hands to do what he must to finally hush this annoying target if theirs.]
the gayest bird in all the stars
...it's very unfair for the man to be so devastating.]
and right next to it is vultur volans
He waits for Kaveh to announce that he's done before opening his eyes once more, and just like before he has to blink several times and wait for a bit for his vision to come back into focus. As that happens Alhaitham simply continues to look at Kaveh, staring at his senior as an unintentional focal point.]
they're...holding hands....
[Kaveh does pause then, still staring down at Alhaitham. He'd said he was done, but...something seems off. There's that glimmer in his gaze, of a man looking down at his canvas while he things. He reaches over to a soft, non-flavored lip gloss, which just a bit of shine, and gently rubs that thumb over Alhaitham's bottom lip.
The entire audience sucks in a gasp, but Kaveh ignores it to nod to himself.]
There. Are you quite satisfied yet?
[He's already turned to level a glare at this particular bandit.]
holding hands or holding talons :|a
...the brush of his thumb over his bottom lip is, however, quite unexpected, and the surprise flits across Alhaitham's face for a moment, breath momentarily catching in his throat at the jolt of sensation that simple act lances through him.
For better or worse that moment does not last long, for Kaveh pulling back his hand and then turning to address their target with undisguised annoyance is enough to keep his thoughts from wandering too far off. Alhaitham straights himself back up and glances over too, sending a frown of his own over their way. Honestly, if even after all this it still isn't enough—
Perfect, they say with a bright smile, eyes seemingly sparkling as he glances from Alhaitham over to Kaveh. You, sir, are a true patron of beauty. But is it not fair that only you should be doing all the work and not get anything back in return?
There's an expectant look on Alhaitham after those words, and it is not very hard for him to put two and two together to figure out the implied meaning. At the beginning they'd been asked to either display their beauty or devotion—they'd gone with the former first, since they'd figured that Kaveh could tackle whatever it is that entailed, and Alhaitham knows better than to think he could ever do anything that is even remotely close to what Kaveh has done for him.
Their target seems to recognize as much too, considering what they say next. Since you have shown your beauty, then clearly it is time to prove your devotion, no? What say you give your partner a well-deserved backrub for all the hard work he's done on your handsome visage?]
eagle holding that entire ass bird of paradise in it's talons
[Kaveh's tone has a distinct edge to it, and his shoulders have raised with his irritation. All this and they're still going to have to come to blows? Because it's not as though he can imagine Alhaitham will actually agree to it.]
big burd holding tiny burd...
[The agreement comes out from Alhaitham right after Kaveh's remark, the man himself having taken barely a second to think it though before giving his answer.
The bandit, at least, seems to be quite pleased with this turn of events, rubbing his hands with an too bright smile on his face. Come now, even your partner is being such a willing sport about this. Surely you're not going to deprive yourself the chance to be pampered in the way that you deserve?
Despite the question Kaveh doesn't really get the chance to answer, as all-too helpful workers have brought a new chair over for Kaveh to settle down upon while another gestures for Alhaitham to step up to the proverbial stage, as it were.
Alhaitham rolls his eyes at the theatrics but says nothing at the cooing noise that one of the seamstress makes at him as she presses a vial of oil into his hands. For the pretty boy in your hands, sir.
...Alhaitham says nothing to that as well, and simply pops open the vial to get it onto his hands while Kaveh prepares himself in turn.]
like leetol hamburger....
[Well, it's too late for him to protest now, although he does get in a mild argument about taking off his shirt, finally something he acquiesces too when several employees offer to 'help' with the process if he doesn't want to. It does take a moment to remove the cape and unbuckle the straps on his sleeves, but then Kaveh elects to pull himself out of the sleeves and let his shirt pool around his waist, where it tucks into his sash. Otherwise, he has to practically strip naked, and he will NOT be doing that on the Naughtilust, thank you.
He sits backwards on the chair, leaning on the back of it to keep his back exposed, and the tension and anxiety of this situation is visible in his spine. Alhaitham has a hard job to do here.
And, for the first time, can probably see that tattoo Kaveh has so staunchly hidden, the curve of the dendro symbol peeking out over the top of that sash.
...he's not gonna live this down, is he?]
smol burdburger...
...not a bad one though, all things considered.
For now, Alhaitham chooses not to remark on it seeing as how tense Kaveh already is. He steps closer once his hands have been coated, leaning in so that he can speak quietly to his senior without being overheard.]
Relax, senior. This won't work otherwise.
[Its the only warning Kaveh gets before Alhaitham places his hands onto Kaveh's back, wasting no time with starting on the requested backrub for the others to see.]
carry him gently...
[Despite Kaveh's mutinous grumbles and how he initially tenses from the feeling of hands on him, he does try to relax, leaning his head on top of his arms where they lay on the back of the chair. He's...a little glad he doesn't have to look Alhaitham in the eye for this.
Kaveh carries tension in his body like some people carry their wallets. His shoulders are downright stiff with it. Honestly, the massage might do him some good.]
he will carry him like the most precious thing...
I could take off my own shirt, if that makes you feel better.
[He's sort of halfway there already anyway, since he had to take off his gloves (and rings) in order to facilitate this massage in the first place. His cape is also gone for now, used to hold all of his discarded accessories in one place (the Vision has been attached to his hip in the same fashion as Kaveh's) so all he pretty much has left for his top is his shirt.
Regardless of Kaveh's response to his comment (or if he even gives one at all), Alhaitham turns his focus to the task of giving Kaveh that backrub. It's been a while since he's done this at all, but seeing as how Kaveh has been one of the two people he'd even given a backrub to before (in the past, when they were still students) a lot of it surprisingly feels like less of a blind fumble and more of a rediscovery of things he thought he'd forgotten but actually not, simply left behind to be picked up again when the time comes, such as right now.]
uwehhh
That'll be more for the benefit of the crowd than me, since you're standing behind me?
[But he goes quiet after that. Not maybe entirely silent, little huffs and hisses as Alhaitham works through the more difficult spots, but he has no snarky commentary, nothing he can say or do but trust himself under Alhaitham's warm, broad hands.
...It feels pretty good, honestly. He could almost doze off like this.]
;3; wehssss
As he works on one of the more particularly difficult ones Alhaitham shifts, leaning in so that he can make sure a bit more of his strength and weight to get rid of the knot entirely. The position however does put him quite close to Kaveh, though Alhaitham himself thinks nothing of it at all as he grunts softly while he words, the act causing air to rush across the back Kaveh's neck.]
puts on the saxophone music
[Kaveh's voice is low as he chides Alhaitham, but there's no heat in it, and he looks back over his shoulder, one closed eye opening just enough for a peak of crimson through his eyelashes. The backrub is proving quite effective in relaxing him, so he doesn't feel the need to fluster at this proximity, but every other soul in this room has gone dead silent watching.]
plays careless whisper
I seem to remember that you liked it harder.
[At least, that's what Kaveh would've always told him in the past, since back then Alhaitham hadn't quite hit the stride in his puberty that would lead him to the physique that he possesses now. His arms, for example, certainly had lacked the muscles that he does in the present day.
But nevertheless Alhaitham does lighten up as asked, lessening the pressure that he uses so as to not give Kaveh any unnecessary discomfort. That would defeat the purpose of this entire thing, after all.]
🎷
[Kaveh murmurs it, eyes already falling shut again. He should definitely be embarrassed by this, but it's been so long since he let himself feel comfortable, and even longer since his body didn't carry so much tension he'd grown used to it. He can hardly resist that relief now.
...He really might doze off here.]
🎷🎵 🤲
[The words are said with a gentle huff and a light tease, voice coming out warm and almost fond despite the situation they are in. It's easy, somehow, for all his earlier irritation and annoyance to melt away when it means he gets to see and felt Kaveh relaxing underneath his hands, and that alone is already more than any other gift he could ever receive.
So he continues his work, probably even far beyond what has been asked of him, but Alhaitham doesn't mind at all. There after all is no use in leaving this half-baked, and if Kaveh actually gets to relax for once, then all the better.]
🔥
💚🔥❤️
hunka hunka burnin' love
burnin' a hole where I lay
I don't actually know most elvis songs oop--
its ok i actually had to google lololol
we're great at this
shhhh we are the best
winning at gay
completely winning
just like alhaitham
winning in life... winning in not-boyfriend... winning on his birthday...
winning in dead parents--
both of them are winning with that lbr
hey one of Kaveh's is still alive so Alhaitham wins!
u_u they're still both alone... but they have each other...
they'll always have each other...
lies down in a puddle of emotions
weh
wehhhhhh
ueehhhhh
T_T they love each other so much... but they don't know...........
they'll learn....they'll learn soon....
soon................. soon
Sooner than they know...
they'll never see it coming
violin chords
always back to the dramatic music with them
because they're extra and gay
very extra and very gay 🏳️🌈
just winning the gay competition
they're so real for that... heavy traces of homosexuality indeed
their strange friendship....
obviously they're just best friends amirite
the very best of friends...
only real homies break up and then get back together and sleep together under the pretense of rent
oh my god they were roommates