Limelight

Zephyr and Alonzo: Attention

(More fluff! These boys will only ever be happy in Limelight, I'm gonna torture them too much in Tattooed Mistakes (which is gonna be a bit later than I'd hoped))

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Just as Alonzo had promised, the only thing that really changed in his and Zephyr's relationship was the kissing (of which there was now a lot). They'd always been especially close, always been comfortable with a lot of physical contact and always trusted and cared for each other above pretty much anyone else, at least outside of their families. So it didn't really feel all that different.

Well, maybe there was one other little difference.

Zephyr was sure Alonzo hadn't been this starved for attention before. Or maybe he had been and just never made it clear, mostly because the kind of attention he was looking for typically involved lips.

At this current point in time, Alonzo was sitting on the edge of Zephyr's bed while his boyfriend was preoccupied with restringing his acoustic. Al leaned back on his hands, watching, then tipped his head up to stare at the ceiling. After a moment, he sighed dramatically and collapsed onto the bed.

"Quit sulking," Zephyr said teasingly, only briefly glancing at him. Al faked a sneer.

"I'm not sulking!"

"Yeah, you are. 'Cause I'm not paying attention to you. But I know for a fact if I come over there right now, I am never gonna get this done," he laughed a little when Alonzo looked away, feigning innocence, "Just let me finish this and then I'm all yours."

"Thought you were already all mine?" Alonzo lay stretched out, propping himself up on his elbow.

OK, so flirting with Al hadn't taken Zephyr very long to get used to and he had gotten a lot more confident in that area, but Al was constantly one-upping him and almost giving him a heartbeat. He bit his lip when he saw the way Alonzo was smirking at him and fixed his eyes back on the guitar. There was a short silence then he heard the covers rustling as Al stood and his footsteps walking towards him.

"Fine...!" he whined, wrapping his arms around Zephyr's neck from behind and cuddling up close to him, "I want attention! Look at me! Kiss me!" Zephyr resisted, even when Alonzo nuzzled and kissed his cheek, though he couldn't stop the smile creeping onto his face.

"There's this little thing called 'patience', Al, you heard of it?"

"Nope."

He gave him another quick kiss, on the jaw now, but they were interrupted by the sound of Rizzo's voice.

"Get a room!"

She had just been walking past and had caught sight of them through the half open door and decided to stop and tease them.

"First off, we are literally in my room," Zephyr pointed out, "And second, you have spent forever trying to get me into this exact situation!"

Rizzo stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then shook her head, "I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously with Al draped over you like that."

Up until then, Alonzo's face had been buried in the crook of Zephyr's neck. Now, he lifted his head to rest it on top of Zephyr's.

"It's nice here," he said, smiling at Rizzo.

"Dude!" Zephyr was as close to blushing as a zombie could be. He might like Alonzo acting this way when they were alone, but in front of his sister? Meanwhile, Rizzo just quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head.

"You need to start calling him something cuter, baby," she told him, halfway out the door, "He's your boyfriend now."

With Rizzo gone, Alonzo grinned and nuzzled into Zephyr's cheek again while he pouted, "I don't care what you call me," he mumbled and slowly planted a kiss there.

Zephyr tried to hide his smile and Al kissed him again, and again, and again, gradually edging closer to his lips. With each kiss, Zeph seemed to lose focus until Al pecked the corner of his mouth and he let his eyes drop to look at him.

"Hi..." Al reached to cup his face and turn him around to kiss him properly, leaving Zephyr looking dazed when he pulled away. It took a second or two for him to speak.

"I'm busy."

Alonzo smirked and nodded at the guitar now lying abandoned on the floor.

"But you've stopped."

That was true. So this time, Zephyr leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and sweet, Zephyr running his fingers through Alonzo's hair as they smiled against one another's lips.

Alonzo stayed close after they pulled apart, knowing that Rizzo might still be around upstairs and not wanting to let her hear.

"... You love me, right?"

Zephyr chuckled lightly, "Of course I do."

"Say it?"

"What?"

"Say you love me," Al pouted, giving him puppy-dog eyes, "Please?"

"You're acting like I've never said it to you before."

"Well, you haven't," he shrugged, "Not the way I want you to."

"And what way is that?" Zephyr quirked an eyebrow.

"... As a boyfriend. You've told me you love me as a friend before. You've never told me you love me as a boyfriend."

Zephyr paused and tilted his head, then took hold of Alonzo's chin to pull him into yet another kiss.

"I do love you. As a boyfriend."