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.
If I was trying to see you naked then trust me this isn't how I'd go about it.
[ When Nate's down, he moves down to the floor and grabs each of his trainers, pulling them off one by one before getting his jeans over his ankles and removing them. He taps a hand against Nate's calf. ]
[In the veeeeery back of Nathan's mind, he's not upset about the sight of Matt kneeling in front of him. But he pushes that thought aside with a rough swallow and a nod. He can feel some strange stirrings in his boxers that he's not okay with so he quickly grabs his bedding and rolls to wrap himself up.]
Thanks. [He mumbles again, looking at the guy he once hated, now considered a friend, and maybe fancies? Life is too complicated.]
[ He gets back up and reaches over, ruffling Nate's hair for no good reason. ] If you need to be sick in the night use the sink, okay? I'm gonna get back to bed now Nate.
[ And so that's what he does, to bed with him he goes, pulling off the joggers and getting all naked again. ]
[ MORE TIME PASSES, and it's mid afternoon, a time when Matt usually finds himself alone here. For as much as he goes on about his music, he doesn't actually tent to practise in front of Nate. Never knowingly, keeping it all a bit private.
Today is no different, and alone, he's playing a little to himself. A little Claire de lune not for any reason but for himself, to get a little practise in, and because it's something he likes.
He doesn't expect Nate to come back, he has classes, doesn't he? ]
[He does have class, but today it was cancelled. Coming back, he just assumes Matt's playing a CD or something, but as soon as he opens the door, he realizes just how wrong he is.]
Whoa... [He says quietly, standing in the door and blinking. He's good. Really good. Wow.]
[ It's no grand piano, but it's the best he's got, and Matt sits at the keyboard, eyes closed and playing the music from memory. He's focussed, controlled, and so it isn't immediate recognition that Nate's there at all. As soon as he hears his voice he lifts his head, snapping out of it and looking almost sheepish. ]
No don't be daft. I can put this away I was just getting a bit of practise in. Got a couple of exams on technique coming up soon, want to be top of my game. You can rent space in the music halls for the grand pianos but they're always fucking taken.
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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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[He mumbles as he flops to sit on the edge of his bed, eyes half lidded, grinning like a drunk dope.]
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[ When Nate's down, he moves down to the floor and grabs each of his trainers, pulling them off one by one before getting his jeans over his ankles and removing them. He taps a hand against Nate's calf. ]
Okay now into bed with you, come on.
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Thanks. [He mumbles again, looking at the guy he once hated, now considered a friend, and maybe fancies? Life is too complicated.]
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[ He gets back up and reaches over, ruffling Nate's hair for no good reason. ] If you need to be sick in the night use the sink, okay? I'm gonna get back to bed now Nate.
[ And so that's what he does, to bed with him he goes, pulling off the joggers and getting all naked again. ]
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And then he abruptly turns away, as if the erection that is betraying him might be seen through the duvet.]
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Today is no different, and alone, he's playing a little to himself. A little Claire de lune not for any reason but for himself, to get a little practise in, and because it's something he likes.
He doesn't expect Nate to come back, he has classes, doesn't he? ]
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Whoa... [He says quietly, standing in the door and blinking. He's good. Really good. Wow.]
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Sorry I thought you were out.
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