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What? Just having a go in the toilet? Did you bring porn with you?

[He can't stop laughing now.]

Of course I brought porn with me. I've even got some DVDs in my bag. What, do you want to watch them? [ he smirks at him a bit and launches the pillow towards him. ]

Why do you think I take so long in the shower?

You're disgusting. [Laughin too much to catch that pillow.]

Jesus...

Just a healthy red blooded male, mate. You're trying to tell me you don't rub one out in the shower? Come on. When do you then?!

At night... In my bed! Like a sane person!

You calling me insane for wanking in the shower? Mate. Come on. No wonder I've never caught you in the act.

...You've thought about catching me?

No! No. Fuck man, of course I haven't, what's wrong with you. [ He doth protest too much ]

Now grow a pair of tits and I'll think about it.

[He does his best not to look as deflated by that protesting. But...ouch.]

Pretty sure I'm not growing tits any time soon.

I'd be a bit worried if you did mate. And tell you what, given bed is the normal place to do it, maybe I'll just knock one out while you're asleep later.

[ He doesn't really know why he always pushes the boundaries like this. It's almost like he's trying to force something, but it's not well thought out enough to know what. To get Nate to tell him something he suspects? To be faced with something he can't deny? He doesn't think about it enough to know. All he does know is Nate is his closest friend, and the thought of him not being in his life every single day makes everything feel all sort of shit. That and he likes sex. If there's a connection, he's not making it. ]

And how's that any different than if you found out I rubbed on out in that very bed? Wet sheets and all that?

[This feels...dangerous. He isn't sure what they're doing or why. But Nate can't help but play along. He also can't help but get a little flustered by all the talk of Matt touching himself.]

Difference is mate you get turned on by another guy spanking the monkey and I don't. It'd be like being forced to go see a film you don't want to see. But you'd be getting a front row ticket to the best show in town.

[ No it wouldn't be anything like that, and even if it were? The argument isn't really right, is it? It almost sounds like he'd be doing it because he knows Nate is into that sort of thing, and that can't be right. Can it? ]

[Nate isn't sure if he's annoyed, confused, angry, or turned on. Could be all of it. But for as much as he knows that Matt is joking, he wonders if he ever understands how uncomfortable he can make him with jokes like that.

It's hard for Nate to work up the nerve to say something though because explaining exactly why it makes him uncomfortable would require him to explain just how he feels about Matt.]

Just keep it to the shower, if you can't contain yourself.

[ It makes him laugh a bit, but then he doesn't find it all that funny. He feels off, and he doesn't know why, like he's been cut down somehow. ]

Yeah, well maybe I'll just give it a miss while we're here.

[ He turns his head, looking towards the door. ]

Speaking of a shower though, think I might go get one. Then an early night. New Years tomorrow, right? Need my beauty sleep for all that drinking we're gonna do.

[Nate just nods, grabbing his pencils and sketch pad.]

Probably a good idea. Think I'll head to bed, myself.

[ It's maybe half an hour later when Matt emerges from a shower that included no wanking whatsoever. He's re-dressed in make shift pjs and steps into the bedroom rubbing his hair dry with a towel. ]

Nate [ he whispers ] you awake?
[
He tries to be as quiet as he can as he moves into the room and over to the bed and tugs back the covers on one side to get in. Sharing a bed, he'd been so pissed off when he found out they had to do that. But needs must and all that, and it's fine, it's only Nate, right? ]

[The only response from Nate is a mumble and some slight shifting from his side of the bed. He's already tucked under the sheets, curled into his side. He's very much asleep, but not so deep that he doesn't respond a bit as the bed shifts under Matt's weight. He might be a little more towards center than fully on his own side.]

[ Carefully, Matt moves down into the bed, lying down on his side of the bed, leaving a slight void between him and Nate. He can see how he's sort of encroaching on his side of the bed, but he doesn't shove him or wake him and tell him to move.

It's weird, but it's actually kind of nice to sleep next to someone. Okay he'd never wanted that someone to be Nate, but whatever.

He turns his head, looking over to his sleeping friend, his gaze lingering a long moment before he whispers and turns over onto his side. ] Night Nate

[ Matt shares his bed fairly often. When he spends time with a woman he never kicks her out and sends her off before the night is out, even if some chose to do that on their own. But he likes touch, he likes holding the person next to him.

So maybe that's why, unbeknownst to himself, he's moved in his sleep, away from his side of the bed to sidle up against Nate and throw an arm around him from behind. His head gets tucked up a little in the space behind Nate's head, his breath gentle on his neck.

Where they've both moved in the night, his hand around Nate's waist sits flat against his skin of his stomach where Nate's tshirt has ridden up, and behind him?

Well. It is morning. Things happen. ]

[Ever since admitting to Lucy that he has feelings for Matt, Nate has tried to make himself forget about it by finding things (or people) to distract himself with. But he can't always bring himself to let them stay the night. It never feels right. And so for him, it's been awhile since he's had a real closeness with someone.

He sleeps better than he has in months, feeling safer, more content without knowing why. In the morning, he stirs first, eyes blinking open as he wonders why he's so warm, why there's a weight against him. He barely moves his hand and he feels Matt's arm draped over him. The fog of sleep starts to lift and he can sort the rest out. Matt right behind him, warm breath on his neck. And God is that an erection pressed against him?

Fuck. So he does the only thing he can think of.

He pretends to still be asleep, unsure how Matt would react otherwise.]

[ Matt's slept amazingly. Way better than he has in ages, just comfortable and relaxed. He's not really awake, not properly, but he does shift a bit, letting out a small sleepy murmur as his movement presses his morning wood up closer against his bed partner. It makes his fingers curl a little against Nate's skin.

He shifts again, and there's a slight noise, a noise of protest, like he's been told he has to get out of bed when he doesn't want to. He turns his face in, burying it a little into the pillow as the arm around Nate pulls him closer. ]

[Nate is certain he's dreaming, especially with the way Matt presses against him and pulls him back closer. There's no way this is real. But it is. And fuck if it doesn't feel nice to be held. His eyes close and for a moment he can pretend, he can act like Matt actually knows its him, that it's not like he's dreaming about holding some girl. He can pretend for just these few morning moments that they have.

And maybe he presses his hips back a little. It's terrible of him, but he does.]

[ That feels nice, in that sort of half asleep half aware way. He takes a deep breath in, breathing him in, it's a good smell, warm and wrapping around him like an embrace.

It's not like it's the first time he's woken up like this, wrapped up with someone. One thing can lead to another, and morning sex is great, right?

It's the shift that does it, another slow breath out, but this time there's a sleepy whispered word. But it isn't a memory of some woman he's been with, it's something else entirely, even if he doesn't realise where he is right now. ]

Nate

[He freezes in place as Matt says his name. Shit. Is he awake? Is he-- But Matt isn't moving, so he's probably not awake. But then... Why would he says Nate's name? That doesn't make any sense.

His heartbeat is thudding in his chest, unsure what he should do. Nervously, he shifts again and let's out a shaking breath.]

Matt? [His voice is soft, almost too quiet to be heard.]

[ If he were fully awake, maybe he'd balk. If he were in anything but this sleepy content morning haze. But he's not there yet, trapped between dreams and reality. ]

Mornin [ the word is muffled and reluctant to be anything but asleep as he shifts again, his hand wrapping slightly tighter around Nate as the feeling of his body pressing up close is nice, warm, comforting. ]

[He lets out a rush of a breath, almost a laugh but too nervous to be one fully.]

Morning. [As Matt holds him tighter, Nate's body shifts, rubbing him up against Matt's erection once more.]

Sleep well? [He keeps his voice low, soft, trying not to draw too much attention to what they're doing.]

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