[ He slams his hand down heavily against the edge of the bar they're leaning against ]. Shots. Yes! Good fucking idea man.
[ Despite having come with a bunch of people, it seems they've spent most the night talking to each other. Matt will get the shots, I'm not rping that, they just appear. There are definitely more than they need. ]
[Nate just laughs at the ridiculous amount of alcohol. He's super drunk now, whoops. Putting a hand on Matt's shoulder, he uses him to keep balance as they head outside.]
Shit. I should sober up before I try to text that guy. What was his fucking name? Ben? Bill? Bob? Something like that.
Shit man careful careful [ he tries to help but almost knocks himself over in the process. Smooth. ]
Yes! [ he points at him and claps him on the arm like he has any sort of idea what he's talking about. ]
Nothing better than a blow job. Apart from sex. The rest of sex. Hey hey hey [ his voice raises in pitch ] which do you do? Like the gay thing. You the sexee or the sexer?
I've seen you looking, Nate. You saying if I said I'd fuck you you wouldn't be up for it?
[ His hand on his chest moves, lifts, curling a bit around Nate's neck. It's in part just holding himself upright, not really any more intent than that, but even then he's stroking his fingers a little against his skin.
[He can't think of a single thing to say. His alcohol soaked mind is just convinced he's imagining all of this. But god it feels nice to have him touching him like that, that small stroking of his fingers.
Remembering to breathe is about as much as he can manage.
[ And then it happens. He doesn't plan it or think about it. But he does move in, almost stumbling against him as he presses his lips to Nate's. Its a bit awkward and messy at first, just pressure of lips on lips, but that doesn't last long. Because fuck he really does have soft lips doesn't he? ]
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[ He slams his hand down heavily against the edge of the bar they're leaning against ]. Shots. Yes! Good fucking idea man.
[ Despite having come with a bunch of people, it seems they've spent most the night talking to each other. Matt will get the shots, I'm not rping that, they just appear. There are definitely more than they need. ]
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Shit. I should sober up before I try to text that guy. What was his fucking name? Ben? Bill? Bob? Something like that.
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Bonnie! Wait no that's a girls name no. Anyway anyway anyway I don't think it's his name he wants you to suck if you know what I mean what I mean.
[ he pulls a face a bit ]
Do you do that? The sucking?
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Shit! Yeah- I mean I don't mind it. Better if I know I'll get the favor returned, yeah?
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Yes! [ he points at him and claps him on the arm like he has any sort of idea what he's talking about. ]
Nothing better than a blow job. Apart from sex. The rest of sex. Hey hey hey [ his voice raises in pitch ] which do you do? Like the gay thing. You the sexee or the sexer?
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Yeah? Serious?
And you like being fucked? Like up the arse? [ Well he definitely doesn't have a vagina, Matthew ]
But you like tucking people too? Who'd you want to fuck?
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Jeffrey was alright. Never would have guessed he was the sort, I bet. But he didn't want any part of having a go. Just wanted me to let him have it.
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[ and by the magic of the narrative they are arriving home. Getting a key in the door is fucking hard man ]
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[He's barely through the door before he starts putting in that guys number and texting him.]
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[ yay they made it inside ]
No but I told you you'd get some right? You're a great fucking bloke, Nate. You really are. Good looking bloke. You could have your pick.
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And you could do fucking damage with those cheekbones man. Like a fucking model aren't ya. Tell you what if I liked blokes I'd be all over ya.
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Oh. Well, thanks. You know a guy told me once that kissing me was almost like kissing a woman.
[Just a fun fact for you.]
Think he meant it as a compliment. Dunno.
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[ he starts to laugh, looking at Nate's lips because yeah they look pretty soft and nice and all he supposed. ]
Well you know what.
[ he sort of stumbles as he faces him, pointing a finger against his chest and basically poking him ]
You should let me be the judge of that.
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Yeah? You want to be the final say for that one?
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I know you fancy me. It's okay. It's cool.
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Course I don't. I don't fall for straight guys. Bet you're a crap kisser anyway.
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[ His hand on his chest moves, lifts, curling a bit around Nate's neck. It's in part just holding himself upright, not really any more intent than that, but even then he's stroking his fingers a little against his skin.
Fuck he's drunk. ]
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Remembering to breathe is about as much as he can manage.
Which probably says a lot.]
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