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.
[ 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?
[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. ]
[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. ]
Yeah [ The word is delivered slowly and lazily as that movement causes a slight lift of his breath. Behind him, he smiles, and he lets out a small almost laugh. ]
Yeah [ again, this time more breathy, more something else. ]
[ Matt curses on his breath as his morning wood turns to something more pronounced, a real arousal as he feels the pressure of a body pressed back against him. ]
Cock tease [ he whispers
Half asleep, his mind tells him there's only one thing for it. They should fuck, shouldn't they? It makes perfect sense. Perfect. ]
[ Maybe it's the words, the promise in them, or maybe it's just bad luck, but whatever it is, Matt's eyes open sharply. It's as though sudden clarity returns, and he's stopped still like a deer in the headlights.
He's intensely aware he's lying with his arm around Nate and with an erection at full mast. What the fuck.
He could just jump out the bed and run, and fuck knows part of him feels like doing just that. But he doesn't, he just stays there, not quite knowing what to do, and especially not wanting to admit how nice it feels, and how good Nate smells. ] This is- uh- interesting.
[ Well that could have been a lot worse. Give it time. ]
[ He tries not to move, because if he moves that's Nate his cock is rubbing up against. Fuck, it shouldn't keep him hard thinking about that, should it? His heart starts to race and he feels kind of sick, but the truth is? He doesn't really know why. if it's because this is fucked up. Because it's wrong? Or because of something much scarier than all of that. ]
You giving off some sort of gay gas or something? You should have warned me about that.
[ Yes, blame him. It's got to be him. Nothing to do with Matt. Nothing to do wtih him at all that he hasn't pulled his arm from around him yet. ]
[He tugs at his lower lip, worrying just how this is going to change things. So far Matt hasn't gotten mad but he also hasn't moved. What the fuck does that mean?]
Not that I know of. Must've gotten cold last night.
[ He doesn't want to let go of him. It hits him like a siren blaring in his mind. It isn't even anything to do with the erection that's still there between them, but somehow it's way more fucking scary that way.
What's that mean? What's that about? Why's he wondering why he smells that way? Why's he wanting to hold him and feel his heart clutch a bit? ]
Must be it. [ he agrees, and takes a slow breath, before coming up with an excuse. ] Just gonna let this. You know. Subside.
[ He's never been this close, never been so near to him he could feel his breath against his skin. His gaze shifts a bit, eyes falling on Nate's lips. What's that about? Looking at his lips? It's not like he's thinking of kissing him, is he? Is he? Fuck but what if he is? And fuck if that thought doesn't make his dick harder.
His gaze meets his again, and he licks his lips. ]
Yeah. Yeah okay. [ Giving in. He didn't even know he wanted to. Had no idea how he needed to, but fuck he needs to ].
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[ 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? ]
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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.
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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.
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Probably a good idea. Think I'll head to bed, myself.
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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? ]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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And maybe he presses his hips back a little. It's terrible of him, but he does.]
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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
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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.]
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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. ]
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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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Yeah [ again, this time more breathy, more something else. ]
Mm. You?
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Really good.
[And he moves a little again. He's playing with fire here, but wow those little breathy sounds are nice.]
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Cock tease [ he whispers
Half asleep, his mind tells him there's only one thing for it. They should fuck, shouldn't they? It makes perfect sense. Perfect. ]
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Don't have to be.
[Is he offering to do more? Maybe. God what is he doing?]
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He's intensely aware he's lying with his arm around Nate and with an erection at full mast. What the fuck.
He could just jump out the bed and run, and fuck knows part of him feels like doing just that. But he doesn't, he just stays there, not quite knowing what to do, and especially not wanting to admit how nice it feels, and how good Nate smells. ]
This is- uh- interesting.
[ Well that could have been a lot worse. Give it time. ]
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Is it?
[His voice remains very quiet, maybe even quieter now. Don't go, he thinks to himself. Just stay here. It's alright. Just stay.]
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[ He tries not to move, because if he moves that's Nate his cock is rubbing up against. Fuck, it shouldn't keep him hard thinking about that, should it? His heart starts to race and he feels kind of sick, but the truth is? He doesn't really know why. if it's because this is fucked up. Because it's wrong? Or because of something much scarier than all of that. ]
You giving off some sort of gay gas or something? You should have warned me about that.
[ Yes, blame him. It's got to be him. Nothing to do with Matt. Nothing to do wtih him at all that he hasn't pulled his arm from around him yet. ]
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Not that I know of. Must've gotten cold last night.
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What's that mean? What's that about? Why's he wondering why he smells that way? Why's he wanting to hold him and feel his heart clutch a bit? ]
Must be it. [ he agrees, and takes a slow breath, before coming up with an excuse. ] Just gonna let this. You know. Subside.
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Hey... Matt? [Cautiously, carefully, he glances over his shoulder at him.]
I could help, you know. With that.
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His gaze meets his again, and he licks his lips. ]
Yeah. Yeah okay. [ Giving in. He didn't even know he wanted to. Had no idea how he needed to, but fuck he needs to ].
Turn around.
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