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[Even if Matt doesn't pull away, he can feel the change, feel how tense he is all of a sudden.]

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.]

Just a fucking bit mate, yeah.

[ 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.

Yeah. [He doesn't move but notices how Matt hasn't pulled away. Why hasn't he pulled away? Not that Nate wants him to but it's weird isn't it?]

Hey... Matt? [Cautiously, carefully, he glances over his shoulder at him.]

I could help, you know. With that.

[ 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 ].

Turn around.

[He does as he's asked, maybe making a point to grind his ass a little against Matt's cock before he pulls away to turn around fully.]

Hey. [He says once he's facing Matt fully, his voice a little shaky.]

[ Hey he responds in kind, his hand on Nate's side where it kept close to him as he turned. He can't believe they're like this, face to face in a way he never wanted. Did he want? He didn't think he wanted.

He reaches his hand up, shaky, and touches the back of his fingers against Nate's cheek. It isn't the way you touch a friend. His eyes search, questioning, terrified, and his fingertips brush over Nate's lips. ]

Tell me you want me[ he whispers ]. Show me you want me.

[There's only a moment of hesitation, of Nate looking back at him, looking a little confused. It's gone in the next moment as Nate surges forward and presses his lips to Matt's kissing him with a deep hunger that can't be denied. His hand moves to Matt's hip, pulling himself flush against the other man, as if he needs to be as close as possible.]

[ It's terrifying. It's perfect. It's everything he's afraid of. It's everything he needs. His hand knits up tightly into Nate's hair as he returns the kiss, kissing him back with every ounce of desire he's kissed with, with all the heat that courses through his veins. And it's good, it's better than so many things. The touch of his lips, the way his tongue moves out to touch his own.

It feels vibrant, like the contrast on every sense has been turned out, like this is just more than any other moment, any other kiss, any other touch. Because it's him. It's him and he wants him more than makes sense.

His whole body feels as though it pulses, and his cock between them pressed tight against him almost feels as though it begs for release.

But fuck if he couldn't kiss him like this all day. ]

[Keeping close, Nate moves his hand to Matt's shoulder, gently but firmly pushing him, rolling him to his back and moving with him. He moves a leg over Matt's hips, straddling him and pressing his hips against Matt's erection as he keeps kissing him. He breaks away only long enough to strip off the shirt he had worn to bed, glancing down between them to see the way their both tenting their pajama bottoms.]

Should get you out of those. [He says before shifting to do just that.]

Don't move. Let me.

[ Matt's hand tightens a little in Nate's curls as he leans over him. The other man is stronger than he would have thought, and it makes his cock twitch and him just want to kiss him harder and deeper. By the time he's pulling back Matt is gasping for breath, his hand reaching out against Nate's leg as he straddles over him. ]

You're so fucking hot, Nate [ he tells him, words all breath and need ]. Fuck you're making me so hard.

[Nate gives him that little smile, the one that's just for him as he moves down and grabs the waistband of his bottoms and atarts to tug them down.]

Want to see for myself. Come on... Let's see that hard cock of yours.

[He wastes no time in stripping Matt down, exposing him to his view.]

Fuck, it's the biggest I've ever seen...

[ Even just hearing those words sends an electric shock down his spine. He feels like he could come right there and then. ]

Yeah? You like that don't you. Like my big cock. You gonna admit now how much you want to suck it? You can stop pretending you don't want me to fuck you.

[ His hips shift, grinding up against him, imagining he's fucking him, it makes the tip of his dick glisten with anticipation. ]

I've wanted it since I first saw you. Wanted to suck you off right there in the queue.

[He moves a hand up Matt's leg, trailing his hand up his thigh.]

Can I? Matt, please can I suck your dick?

[ It's like music to his ears. All of it. Knowing that, hearing that plea. It's better than anything he could ever play, anything he's ever heard. ]

Yes. Oh fuck yes Nate. Suck my cock. Suck it so hard.

[ He breathes, more strained and faster still, and yet even then the request doesn't end there, and something more telling than everything else. ]

But kiss me again first. Kiss me, Nate. Then swallow my cock.

[Crawling back up to straddle him again, Nate obliges that demand with intense eagerness. He grabs Matt's face with both hands and kisses him passionately, a quiet moan slipping free as he rocks his body against Matt's. He kisses him like he may never get the chance to ever again, like he needs this more than air.]

[ Fuck if a kiss like this isn't everything he needs. Everything he's ever wanted. He feels like he could stay here forever, just with him, forget about the rest of the world and just have this. The two of them together where nothing can touch them, where there are no questions or demands. Just them. Nothing but them.

His hand shifts up to the side of Nate's face, holding him there in the kiss, his own lips parted and inviting. ]

You kiss even better than I thought [ he whispers, lips to lips, before adding ]. Suck my cock Nate. I want you to suck my cock.

[Without a word, he nods and slips back down, keeping close to Matt's body, running his hands along his torso as he moves further down the bed. Kneeling on the mattress, his hands move up Matt's thigh before wrapping around the base of his cock.]

I've wanted this for ages. Wanted you. [He leans in closer and runs his tongue along the length of him.]

I love you, Matt. [And with that, he takes him into his mouth, sinking down, inch by inch, eyes locked on him the entire time.]

[ It's fucking glorious. All of it, the touch of his hands and then, fuck, the way his tongue moves over his skin like that. Everything builds to a pinnacle, like a train runaway along a track. But then?

I love you, Matt. The words echo in his mind, barely able to concentrate on anything else. Not even on the way his lips wrap around his cock as he moves. He feels so close, and his breath hitches.

I love you, Matt.

He closes his eyes tightly, and he feels his body start to shake as he reaches a peak and then---

His eyes shoot open.

The room is dark. Darker than a moment ago, and the pressure that had been on his body is absent now. He glances down. He's alone, and besides him Nate still sleeps. His own hand is wrapped around his cock, inside his pyjamas a warm sticky mess.

It slowly dawns on him. It was a dream. All a dream. A dream about Nate. His heart starts to race again, but it's a different sort of fear now. Trying to make sense of it all. All he knows is he can't be here right now, and he pulls himself from the bed as quickly as he can, turning again to look at Nate, none the wiser for it.

Oh this is a huge problem. ]

[Curled up asleep, Nate stirs as Matt pulls himself from bed.]

...Matt? [His voice is groggy, heavy with sleep as he squints in the dark room.] Wass wrong?

Nothing. [ It's bitten out way louder than he intend, as he wipes a hand over his face (decidedly not the one that had been around his junk). ]

Go back to sleep, Nate it's nothing.

[ But it's not. Oh it's not nothing. Matt doesn't know what to deal with that he's just experienced. It doesn't make any sense. He doesn't fancy Nate. He doesn't fancy men. Dreams are just weird, right? Dreams are just dreams.

And then? Maybe he knows better. He really does know better ].

I'm going to go sleep on the couch. I can't sleep here with you.

What? [Well that has him waking up a bit more.]

The sofa? Matt, why? Was I kicking in my sleep to something?

No. No fuck Nate it's not you. It's not. It's--- It's nothing okay. Just go back to sleep. I'm going to go in the other room. I just can't be here. It's nothing you've done.

[ But it is him. Of course it's him, and even seeing him now he knows it. It's like he's had something pointed out to him that had always been there, but he sees it now. He sees it.

And it fucking terrifies him. Nate doesn't even want him, after all he tells him enough, he's not his type.]

[He looks confused and hurt and...well tired. But he leans back against the pillows and rubs a hand over his face.]

If you're sure...

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