Work Text:
Kaveh sat alone on his work stool, gaze fixed on his unfinished blueprint. For once, he was satisfied with his own creations. Rarely, would he come across a moment where he doubted his abilities.
Being bad at something you thought you were good at was the most horrible feeling in the world, after all.
Stirring from his thoughts, Kaveh hears the faintest creak of his door. He doesn’t need to look back to figure out who it is.
“ What is it, “ It sounds more monotone than an inquiry.
Kaveh could feel Alhaitham’s lingering presence, before ultimately— he heard another chair being pulled towards him, behind him, to be exact. What was he planning to do now?
Kaveh scoffed under his breath, “ If you’re here to disrupt me then— “ His words die on his tongue when he suddenly registers the slight pressure against his head.
“ You forgot to take off your clips, “ Came a low, almost flat voice. Kaveh paused before huffing in response. Alhaitham chose not to acknowledge it, instead his fingers moved of their own accord, carding gently through Kaveh’s blond hair.
His red clips come off easily with a snap, and Alhaitham places them on a miraculously open space on Kaveh’s messy table.
Kaveh sighed against Alhaitham’s fingers. It seems Alhaitham wasn’t in the mood for debating, neither was Kaveh— so he stays silent.
As much as Alhaitham’s antics confused him, Kaveh did notice the way he’d make up excuses just to touch his hair. Alhaitham didn’t bother being discreet about it either, taking any chances just to linger for a second longer.
Yet, even with Alhaitham’s presence, his blueprints have never vanished from his mind. Without thinking too much, he tried hunching over his desk once more only to be met with sharp pain against his scalp.
Ah, Alhaitham was still combing his hair.
The pain resulted in an accidental moan, his mind would register it a few seconds later and Kaveh was swift as lightning when he clasped hands over his mouth in embarrassment.
He didn’t expect his sudden movement would cause Alhaitham’s fingers to entangle in his blond hair— perhaps he had forgotten that Alhaitham’s hands were buried in his mane in the first place because of how soothing they were.
But it would do him no good complimenting his roommate right now.
Alhaitham’s hands stiffened at the unexpected sound from Kaveh— and the blond flushed harder. No doubt his nape and the tip of his ears were tainted with a rosy red.
With Alhaitham’s asshole nature, Kaveh had expected a tease to come out of his mouth.
Alhaitham knew from Kaveh’s tension that he was expecting a response. He leaned forward so his breath would stir the fine hairs near Kaveh’s ear, “ No need to hide such honest reactions. We are alone, after all. “ A single brush over Kaveh’s shoulder. An invitation.
Kaveh struggled to come up with a response after Alhaitham so effortlessly pushed past through the awkwardness, acting as if nothing had ever happened.
“ Gosh, Thanks. I definitely needed that reminder, “ Kaveh blurted. Sometimes he wished that Alhaitham’s stoicism could be inherited.. because he so desperately wished to keep a poker face right now.
“ Gosh, thanks? “ Alhaitham repeated a low chuckle following after, and Kaveh swore his cheeks were so red they’d blister at any moment. Not because he found Alhaitham’s voice attractive, no, that was an absurd idea.
“ Mm, thanking me for getting you all tangled. I’m glad I made a habit out of it if those are the noises you’ll offer in return. “ Slowly, Alhaitham withdrew his hands from Kaveh’s hair and let them fall down to the man’s lithe waist instead.
Kaveh almost choked on his spit because what the fuck? This was just another one of Alhaitham’s traps, “ No, you won’t. “ He held his breath as he instinctively straightened his posture when Alhaitham’s thumbs rubbed on his hips in small languid circles. His hand placements… Kaveh could die happy right now.
“ How so? “ Alhaitham had a teasing lilt to his tone. It made Kaveh want to curl up. This was bad for his health.
“ Because, “ Kaveh almost gasped for air after holding his breath for so long, “ Because I’m going to shave my hair. “
Already, he could feel Alhaitham’s judgemental gaze, “ Shave it all off then, I won’t force you to keep your lovely hair. “ He mused, voice low and smooth as silk.
Kaveh didn’t know if he wanted to punch Alhaitham in the face, or if he wanted to… he was not going to continue that sentence.
“ What will I ever do.. “ Alhaitham let out a sigh, obviously feigning sadness. Kaveh won’t be fooled, but…
And then, Alhaitham affectionately nuzzled his hair, “ It smells so good, too. “ He rumbled lowly. His hands now snaking forward, curling around his flat tummy and encasing him in a warm embrace. “ So soft. Are you really going to shave it all away because we had a little fight? “
Kaveh gritted through his teeth, “ You think you’re so funny, aren’t you? “
“ I try to be. “ Alhaitham replied flatly.
Kaveh knows what he’s trying to do. Kaveh knew Alhaitham merely wanted a rise out of him, a reaction.
He doesn’t rise to the bait. Without letting a beat miss in between, Kaveh retorted quickly, “ At this point, just admit you're obsessed with me.. since you’re so adamant on distracting me. “ Kaveh scoffed in disbelief. His words were so very obviously a jest, there was no way for Alhaitham to actually be—
“ I am. Is that so bad? “ Alhaitham asked almost innocently, slowly moving his head, resting his chin upon Kaveh’s shoulder.
How does one react to that?!
“ A-Ah? I- I… y-yeah!.. because… “ Kaveh stammered, and he swore he felt a slow-forming grin against his skin. This bastard.
Alhaitham buried his face against Kaveh’s neck, “ Mhm, go ahead. “ His hands trail down, all the way down to Kaveh’s thighs, treading ever so slightly to his inner.
Kaveh’s breath hitched.
“ Distracting enough for you? “ Alhaitham asked slowly, keeping his hands firmly on Kaveh’s thighs, his chest pressed flush against Kaveh’s back.
Suddenly, the room felt hot, his body felt hot, Alhaitham’s skin felt hot against his. Instinctively, he pressed his thighs together, consequently trapping Alhaitham’s hand in between. He whimpered when he received a firm squeeze on the fat of his thigh in response.
Kaveh knows what that means, and Kaveh knows Alhaitham cannot wait any longer.
Shakily, Kaveh shook his head and since he knew Alhaitham would ask him to use his words, he responded swiftly.
“ N- Not nearly enough. “