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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.]

[ 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.

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.]

[ 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.

[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.]

[ 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 .

[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.

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. ]

[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.]

[ 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?

[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.]

[ 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.

[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.]

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.

[He laughs a little, which helps. That's more normal. Less of this angry sort of way he's gone about it maybe. Or maybe Nate's just getting into it. He tightens his grip a bit and speeds up the stroke of his hand.]

Kiss me. [He says, making it something of a demand. He could take what he wants but part of him likes how forceful Matt is when he initiates it.]

[ The grip of his hand feels good, and brings a shaky breath. Fuck, he knows what he's doing. But then he's gay so that's hardly surprising is it.

The demand though? It almost makes him grin. Oh he likes that, Nate being all assertive. Fuck if it doesn't make his dick even harder.

So why wait? He does exactly as he's told, and he leans in, his lips clashing with his, mouth opening against his, his tongue against Nate's teeth. Fuck he wants this. ]

[Meeting him in the kiss, Nate groans and continues to stroke him, faster still for how intense that kiss is. His free hand reaches up and pushes into Matt's hair, holding on. At the back of his head. That's nice. Very nice. He can almost believe this isn't going to ruin everything.]

[ That touch, that hold, it all feels good. Fuck everything is good. He wants this, and he's too far gone to have the sense to stop it. This isn't how this should be done, but it doesn't matter, it's too late now.

He doesn't stop kissing him, doesn't want to dare.

Another groan against his lips and he feels like he could come there and then, so he reaches down, grabbing his wrist to still his hand. ]

You're too fucking good at that. But I still want that blow job.

[Dazed from the kiss, Nate takes a moment to respond. But eventually he does nod. He pulls his hand from Matt's jeans.]

Get those off and lay down.

[He says, taking off his own shirt and jeans at least, leaving him just in his boxers for now.]

[ Matt smirks at the way the words are delivered and he shifts back, pulling his shirt off and getting out of his jeans. He almost trips in the process, but that hardly matters when it's only back onto the bed. He lies there, back against Nate's pillows, his knees open and dick hard between his legs. His own hand pumps himself a couple of times, making a show of it. ]

Come on then, let's see what you've got.

[He takes a deep breath and tells himself that this is okay. It's what they both want. It's...crazy but it's alright. He moves between Matt's legs, pulling his hand away to replace it with his own. He strokes along the length of his cock as he shifts his position to lower himself, getting his face closer to it. Nate gaze shifts up to lock eyes with Matt before he runs his tongue tentatively over the head of his cock. Testing the waters, as it were.]

[ Fuck would you look at that. Matt's had loads of blow jobs but fuck.

But he doesn't hold his gaze, rather he closes his eyes and leans his head back, just feeling it instead. ]

Go on, suck me til I come.

[It would be nice if it didn't feel so...rough. Like a bad porno with all the harsh language and demands. There's just something missing in it, but Nate has wanted to be able to be intimate with Matt for years now, so he's willing to overlook a lot for the sake of feeling closer to him.

So he does as he's asked. He takes Matt into his mouth, bobbing his head, using his lips and tongue to try to please him.]

[ Lying back, there's still a voice in his head that tells him this is wrong. It isn't because this is a man, nothing to do with it being gay, though that gives him enough to fan the flames. This is because it's Nate. It's because he --even without all the alcohol-- wants him. He wants him with every fibre of his being, and in a way that sleeping with all the women he can never makes up for what he really wants.

Truly, his dick isn't as hard as it could be, and his body is more numb that it should be. But then the amount of alcohol he's been drinking of late will do that.

Still, even with that it doesn't take long at all before he's feeling himself close, feeling himself tip towards an edge. ]

I'm gonna come [ he warns him, as his hips buckle towards his mouth ]

[Nate knows this isn't Matt's best. He's heard enough through their walls to know better. But it's still them. Together. And he's too in love with this idiot man to be upset for this drunken stupor being all he can get.

At Matt's warning, he pulls back and strokes him, moving up a bit so that Matt can finish on his chest and torso.]

Go on. Come for me.

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