[ It only makes Matt laugh more. ] Defensive, much?
I mean hey, it's fine, like putting a nice picture on the wall right. You're the artist. At least you've got something nice to look at. And I mean you're the one looking, so you must like what you see.
You're gonna regret telling me that in the morning, you know. Maybe I'll have to keep my clothes on in future. [ He won't. ] Anybody would think you fancy me.
[ Well this is a turn up for the books. Does Nate fancy him? That's... slightly weird but it's not like it means the guy is going to jump him. He almost feels guilty because it's not like he'd ever feel the same. He likes the guy, but he's not gay. ]
Glad to hear it. Won't have to draw the line at you wanking in the night then will I.
You got it, mate. [ He shifts aside a second, reaching down to his little stash next to the bed, pulling out one of the energy bars before moving back to sit next to him again, handing it out towards him. ]
Here you go. Get that down you.
[ It's weird, he can't help but think on it, even if it is drunken rambles. He had no idea Nate ever looked at him. Probably why he was never that guarded, considering the guy is gay and knowing how he can be himself. He looks over at him, curious, like he's see a whole new side to him. ]
Of course you can! And just smile and they'll come to you. Chatting up men can't be that different to chatting up women. Tell you what, next time I'm out you're coming with me. No questions. We'll get you flirting in no time.
Don't you have the whole gaydar thing for that shit? It's cool, we'll find you someone. If we don't, I'll let you come back and suck my dick. So it's win win.
[ He's joking, because that's never happening. But it's the first time of a lot of times that joke will be made. ]
No, I'm fine. [Except the moment he tries to stand, it's clear he's not. He gets his jeans undone, then goes to take off his sweater and gets tangled in the fabric a bit, stumbling towards his bed.]
[ For a minute Matt just... lets him make a hash of his own undressing, but then he takes pity on him, laughing as he gets up and moves over to him. ] Jesus Christ Nate.
Arms up. [ He reaches and helps him pull off the rest of his jumper, pulling the tshirt under it with it. ]
Okay sit down, you've got your jeans round your ankles man you're going to fall over.
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I mean hey, it's fine, like putting a nice picture on the wall right. You're the artist. At least you've got something nice to look at. And I mean you're the one looking, so you must like what you see.
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Oh okay my mistake. So there something wrong with it then is there? Bear in mind you've only ever seen it when it's off duty.
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Definitely.]
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Ah man he rubs a hand over his face.
You're gonna regret telling me that in the morning, you know. Maybe I'll have to keep my clothes on in future. [ He won't. ] Anybody would think you fancy me.
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Told you a long time ago. You aren't my type.
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Glad to hear it. Won't have to draw the line at you wanking in the night then will I.
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One of those energy bars might be good.
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[
He shifts aside a second, reaching down to his little stash next to the bed, pulling out one of the energy bars before moving back to sit next to him again, handing it out towards him. ]
Here you go. Get that down you.
[ It's weird, he can't help but think on it, even if it is drunken rambles. He had no idea Nate ever looked at him. Probably why he was never that guarded, considering the guy is gay and knowing how he can be himself. He looks over at him, curious, like he's see a whole new side to him. ]
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What would you do if you came back here and saw me shagging someone?
[Not that he would but he's curious.]
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Probably turn around and give you some space. Not really my idea of porn.
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[Annnnd back to sad.]
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Course you will. You could fuck whoever you wanted. Good looking guy like you. Don't let this football wanker get you down.
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Dunno. Just... I'm not you, yeah? Can't just go chat someone up at random like you.
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[ He's joking, because that's never happening. But it's the first time of a lot of times that joke will be made. ]
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Think I'll pass, thanks. But you can try to play wingman. We'll see if you're any good at it.
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[ He rubs gently against his back. ]
You need a hand with anything? [ Getting out of his clothes maybe? In an entirely non sexual way. ]
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Arms up. [ He reaches and helps him pull off the rest of his jumper, pulling the tshirt under it with it. ]
Okay sit down, you've got your jeans round your ankles man you're going to fall over.
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