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And what else do you want? [ He moves up to him further still, in his space, his breath thick with the smell of the whisky. He drops his voice as he looks over him. ]

You want this, don't you? [ He gestures to himself. ] Wouldn't be so bad if it was you I was fucking, right? What about if I turned you round and fucked you right here, you'd like that, wouldn't you.

[cravating]

Matt... [This feels different than other times he's joked about it. He glances down, shaking his head.]

Don't be like this.

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Be like this? Come on, we know this is what you want. What if I wanted it too? What would you do then? If I wanted you to get on your knees and suck my dick. How about then, Nate?

[cravating]

You're not funny, Matt. I'm honestly trying to help you here.

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I mean it.[ His voice drops, a husky whisper, head dropped a little, face close ]. What if I kissed you. What would you do then?

[cravating]

You're drunk. [But god it sounds nice when he talks low like that. He can even try to ignore the stench of whiskey on his breath and pretend it's not the drink talking.]

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Yeah I'm drunk. And I'm horny. And I want to kiss you. You got a problem with that? [ He's closer still, voice still low and his hand reaches up to Nate's face, holding it and turning his gaze towards him. ]

You don't want that?

[cravating]

You don't know what you're saying. [He can't say he doesn't want it. He does. Not like this but he does want it.]

Matt, cmon... Just sit with me. Please.

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I don't want to sit. I want to fuck. I want to fuck you. Don't you want me to fuck you?

[cravating]

Matt... [He looks at him with those big eyes, clearly torn. Yes he wants that. But not if Matt's going to regret it later. And he would. Nate knows he would.]

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[ Fuck but how he looks at him like that. Those big eyes. Fuck if it doesn't get him going. He should never do this, but then lately he seems to be doing everything he shouldn't, and so hand still holding his face he lifts it and he leans in to claim a kiss.

it isn't neat or loving, it's messy and full of heat with a very specific aim. He's not really thinking about this, he's just going with it. ]

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[He should see it coming but he doesn't, so when Matt's lips first touch his, Nate's spine stiffens a bit in shock. Matt's kissing him. Matt. His very straight best mate.

Both of Nate's hands lift and rest on Matt's chest, as if that will somehow ground them both. But he kisses him back. Oh, this might be his only chance for it, so he won't miss it.]

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[ Matt grabs one of Nate's hands and shifts it down, pushing his palm against the crotch of his jeans to feel his cock hardening beneath the fabric. ]

Let's fucking do this [ he says, slurred against his lips. But he wants, it, fuck does he want it, drunk or not. ] I'm going to tear your fucking clothes off.

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Oh fuck. [He mutters the words as Matt moves his hand to cover his cock. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Even though he's entirely sober, Nate feels a little drunk from how much he wants this but doesn't all at the same time.

Against his better judgment, his hand moves, gently rubbing, coaxing Matt's cock to harden further.]

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[ If something builds for as long as this has, festering away in the back of his mind, maybe it's inevitable that one day the bubble will burst. But like this? It shouldn't be like this.

He shifts back a bit and reaches to pull his tshirt off over his head before going to his own belt buckle, opening it up. ]

See that's what you want isn't it. My big hard cock. [ He steps in again, kissing him again, all teeth on lips and blurred vision. ]Your bed, Nate. Let's go to your bed.

[cravating]

[He should stop this. He knows he should. But he's not so strong to overcome getting what he's wanted for ages.]

My bed..? Right. Yeah... [He tells himself that he'll stop it there. Once they get in bed he can make Matt focus and talk to him. Turning, he wipes a hand over his face and heads for his room.]

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[ Matt can't think about this, he can't stop and allow that. It doesn't matter if he should, he's not thinking straight enough for that. Not thinking straight at all. He's wanted this for longer than he wants to admit, and so why not? Why the fuck not?

He follows him into his bedroom, and looks down, trying to undo the rest of his belt, with some level of difficulty, before opening it and working on his jeans. ]

You should get on your knees. Go on. On your knees. Suck my cock .

[cravating]

[This is so strange. He's thought of this so many times. But not like this, never like this.]

Matt, come on... We should talk.

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I don't want to talk.

[ And as if to demonstrate that fact, he moves towards him and grabs his face, kissing him again. Kissing him like he wants it, kissing him like he means it. He moves against him, pushing him back towards his bed. ]

[cravating]

[His hands raise up as if he's going to push him off. But he doesn't. He can't. It's Matt and no matter how fucked up all of this is, Nate wants it.

He shifts back towards his bed, stumbling back until he falls to sit at the edge, looking up at Matt, unsure if this is really going to happen or not.]

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[ The funny thing is, any of the times it had entered Matt's mind, any of the time he'd imagined it, it had never been this. It had always been, well, romantic.

This isn't romantic.

He moves onto the bed, over him, one knee either side of him as he leans in to kiss him again. ]

You want to feel my cock? [ he whispers against his lips ]. You want me to feel yours? What you waiting for, Nate?

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[His hands move to Matt's hips, holding onto him as he moves over him.]

I... [He's waiting for some sort of sign that this isn't just a drunken mistake that Matt will regret tomorrow morning. But he's not going to get that, is he? So instead, he moves one hand to finish opening up Matt's jeans and slipping his hand inside, palming him through his underwear.]

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[ It's enough to draw a gasp, and he grips hold of one of Nate's shoulders, pressing his body towards him, rolling his hips as though he's in his very own porno. ]

I'm gonna enjoy fucking you you know. And you're going to enjoy it too.

[cravating]

[It's the sort of thing he has wanted to hear from Matt. Maybe not those exact words, but close enough. Biting at his lower lip, he nervously slips his hand beneath the waistband of his underwear and wraps his hand around Matt's cock with nothing between them. Slowly, he starts to stroke him.]

Good?

[Fuck he's nervous. Properly nervous.]

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Oh yeah it's good. [ That's Nate's hand touching him. Nate. Nate who he's wondered about for far too long. He moves against his hand a bit, pushing towards his touch, not gentle, not soft. ]

Don't be afraid of it it won't fucking bite. I mean I might, but my dick won't.