sweeeet disposition

Razi laughed, “Okay— Okay. You know, I could totally be a stripper.” He stated, grinning as he reached behind his head to pull his shirt off. He dropped it onto the floor and walked closer to Eric, standing in front of him. “See?” He prompted, gesturing to a tattoo on his chest, “This one is my favorite one.” It was a tattoo of his grandfather’s name in Arabic, it was his first tattoo.

"You think you could pull it off?" Eric chuckled, raising an eyebrow. He watched intently as Razi took his shirt off, looking over the boy's body. "Ya, I see." He nodded, looking at the tattoo. "Why? I mean, it's lovely, but what does it mean?" He asked as he looked up at Razi, then back down at his tattoos.

"Have you ever even looked in a mirror? Seriously?" Razi smiled, watching Eric cover his face. How could someone be so hot and cute at the same time? "I am! I’m judging you— And it’s going pretty well, on my end." He laughed, following suit and taking his shoes off. He could feel himself grow a bright red as Eric’s lips touched his cheek. "I— Uh. Right— Right. Wanna— Do you uh. Do you want to see my tattoos now or?" He stuttered out, flustered. 

Eric giggled at Razi's reaction to the kiss, he hadn't expected him to be so flustered, and he found it adorable. "Right," he repeated teasingly, "Yes, show them to me!" He nodded his head, walking over to sit on the edge of his bed and looking directly at Razi. "Let the stripping-- I mean, showing, commence!" He clasped his hands together, sitting up and waiting for Razi to be ready.

"Wasted potential? Please, I've got nothing on you. Do I have to mention your cheekbones, again?" Eric covered his face as the other boy checked him out, "Quit it, I feel like you're judging me." He admitted, peeking through his fingers before he brought his hands down. He slipped his shoes off once he got to the door, turning when he heard Razi speak. "I usually don't let pretty boys into my room on the first date. I dunno, I don't have bad intentions. Just cuddles." He smiled innocently, kissing the boy's cheek.

"We should have a compliment off. It seems like we’re pretty good at that sort of thing," Razi smiled so wide he swore his cheeks hurt, the sound of Eric’s laughter being the source of that joy. Razi walked over to Eric, standing close to him. "I can’t tell if that was an insult or not— But you sound kind of like a dork either way. Razi’s face lit up, "That is why I’m here isn’t it?" He reached out, grabbing Eric’s hand gently with his own two.  "Lead the way!" 

"I'm probably better at it, in this case. Look at you, then look at me. I'd win." Eric stated matter-of-factly, gesturing to both of them with his hands as he spoke. "It wasn't an insult, but you've got to admit, 'cool as a cucumber' is lame. I'm not a dork!" He disagreed, huffing at the fact that Razi'd referred to him as a dork. He nodded along when the other boy spoke to him, smiling widely. "C'mon!" He squealed excitedly, taking hold of his hand and leading the way upstairs and into his bedroom.

"Stop it," Razi whined, covering his face with his hands. "You keep complimenting me and making that adorable face— and your dimples are just unfair. I’m not going to be able to stay if you keep being this cute— Maybe you should just drive me home," He explained, following after Eric to the front door. He may have checked Eric out as he walked behind him, maybe. "I’m only a dork around you, I’m cool as a cucumber at work. I promise." Razi looked around as he entered the house, shrugging towards Eric. "Whatever you wanna do, babe." 

Eric giggled, quickly clasping his hand over his mouth once he heard himself. "Look who's talking! You've got your good hair and pretty bone structure and long lashes. Any face you make is unfair." He playfully argued back, huffing childishly. Eric adjusted his shorts, making him realize how tight they really were. "Cool as a cucumber? That makes me think you're never cool." He laughed loudly, covering his mouth again so he would seem less obnoxious. "I wanna go upstairs and cuddle with you, that's what I was promised."

"Pffft," Razi snorted, "I’m not charming- Jus’ a little tipsy. Makes me brave." Razi through his hands in the as a surrender, "I promise I didn’t mean to scare you— I don’t want to be in a car accident. That was the reason I didn’t drive so if it happened— it’d be, uh. What’s the word— Uhm. Counterproductive!" He smiled, proud of himself for sorting his thoughts— Eric’s laugh had been distracted him. Razi thought it was pretty, like the rest of him. He shook his head, "Of course not— You’re the most innocent person I know, Eric." Razi found himself hysterical over his own joke, snorting again (which only ever happened when he was tired). "I will— I’m a soldier. And I’m stubborn. I don’t give up easily, Eric," He explained, sitting up in the seat as the car rolled to a stop. "Angel, gosh. Don’t look at me I think I’m actually blushing," Razi said, covering his face. "Wait! Don’t move!" He rushed out of the car, running over to Eric’s side of the car to open the door for him. "If this is a date I have to be chivalrous." 

"You're brave when you're drunk? I thought it was just me, but I speak my mind either way. Or I'm just really sarcastic." Eric chuckled, rolling his eyes. "That was probably your plan all along, to scare me! Counterproductive? I applaud you for being able to think of that word while under the influence." He grinned, finding the proud look on Razi's face adorable. "Why're you laughing?! I am innocent!" He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're also tipsy.. you don't mean that." He shook it off, knowing no one would ever care about him that much. "If you tell me not to look, I'm gonna look! Plus, it's cute." He smiled widely, his dimples prominent. He raised an eyebrow when the boy told him not to move, laughing when he realized what he was doing. "You are such a dork." He responded, stepping out the car and making his way to the door. He looked through his keys before finding the one to his front door, unlocking it and stepping inside. He slipped his jacket off, throwing it onto the couch and looking back at Razi. "Do you want me to show you around?"

"I could compare you to a greek statue, you know to keep up with my consistent complimenting you," Razi shrugged, resisting the urge to yawn. alcohol making him drowsy. He could feel himself sobbering up a little from time, and he made a mental note to drink some water when they got to Eric’s place. Razi laughed a little too loudly at Eric’s surprise, "I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Hot is not the word I’d use to describe this," Razi gestured to his head. He nodded, "Yup, definitely. Only fair. So you can see my tattoos. Yup." Razi’s face lit up when Eric mentioned wanting more tattoos, "You should let me! Tattoo you— I would love to tattoo you, if you’d want that. I’m really good at it I promise." Watching Eric, Razi came to the conclusion that he really want to touch his hair. Really badly. He almost said that out loud, but was able to hold his tongue (for once). "I will, I’ll fight for your love forever. And ever," He added for good measure, staring out the window. He began to feel a little antsy, hoping they were almost to Eric’s. 

 "I dunno if I could handle that, Razi, I'd probably start crying. You're absolutely charming, I hope you know that." Eric grinned, making a turn and keeping his eyes focused on the road. "Right, sure you didn't. I would definitely use hot, then again, I wouldn't use beautiful to describe myself, but you would." He explained, shrugging his shoulders. Eric gasped dramatically at Razi's words, placing a hand on his chest in mock hurt. "Excuse me, are you implying that I would like to see you half-naked for other reasons?" He furrowed his brows, shaking his head playfully. "I would never." He continued, laughing softly once he was done with the act. "I would love for you to tattoo me, I'd definitely let you!" He agreed with the boy, liking the idea of another tattoo. Eric smiled softly to himself, "Will you, now? Alright, we'll see about that." He spoke sarcastically, the doubt heard in his voice. Why would anyone like someone like him enough to want to 'fight for his love forever'? He parked in his car in the driveway, turning his head to Razi once he pulled the key out of the ignition. "We're here, angel."