[ Matt should listen to his friend, he should really listen to him. Absorb those words now, because they're important.
But he doesn't. Too wrapped up in the idea of this woman that's assertive and knows exactly what she wants. She's the sort of woman that if he took home? His da might even want to call him his son again. It's hard for a thought like that not to get into your head. Is it what he wants? Well that doesn't really enter his mind.
If he was thinking about what he really wanted, then he'd be having to deal with much bigger questions. ]
Just want to show her a good time [ he assures. ] And not my usual sort of good time. We've not done that yet.
[Nate frowns, not appreciating the brush off but not looking to start a fight.]
Good. Working on a couple of pieces for a project. Have a paper due by the end of the week.
There's that showing I told you about? All the stuff from that class I took last term. Two weeks from now? I've got two tickets saved for you and Luce if you still want to check it out.
Good! Yes. Fuck. Good. Wouldn't miss it for the world, mate. I'll be there. When is it, the Friday? I'll make sure i'm not working. Shit. Two weeks? Fuck.. Okay. No, I'll sort things out. I'll be there. I promise.
[ Because of course already Sally has him booked up, telling him when they'll be going where. She's booked that day. He'll get it back. ]
Yes! Please. Bring me your gay fashion talent. Though you try and put me in skinny jeans and we'll be having words. I did get a new shirt but I think it might be wank.
And you're the expert on what girls like? [ He lifts his brow, like come on seriously.
Heading to his room (much messier room), he pulls out a plastic bag with a shirt still on a hanger in it. It's blue and with squiggly lines on it, like it's trying to be cool. He pulls his tshirt off and starts to unbutton it from the hanger to try it on. Gratuitous topless moment in this thread right here. ]
Hey who's gay best friend? You been gay best friend cheating on me with some girl? Do I need to go and beat someone up?
[ He grins, teasing him as he buttons up the shirt, but leaves way more buttons open than he probably should, the leather thong necklace around his neck something Nate gave him a couple of months ago. ]
Yeah? You like it? Does it work? Like I want to look hot. Do I look hot? With what, jeans? Blue? Black? Not those ripped ones.
The black ones, definitely. [Nate doesn't love this shirt, honestly. The colors good but it's just not really Matt. But he can't say that he hates the way he's got his chest exposed like that.
Fuck. Focus, Jones.]
You always look hot. It's irritating, honestly. [He says with a roll of his eyes.]
Black. Got it. [ And he will just... continue getting changed right here then. Might as well, given he's started. So his current jeans come off as he looks around for the other jeans, standing there in just his briefs and the shirt. The sort of compliment makes him grin again. ]
Yeah well some of us just got it, Nate. The full package. [ And that would be him grabbing his package there. Lovely. But he's laughing so he seems to think it's funny, and he pulls on the jeans. ]
If this place is as swanky as she makes it out to be? In. [He is going to ignore the way Matt grabs his own dick and not even acknowledge it. He's the only guy that Nathan can put up with this shit from.]
Wish one of my jackets would fit you, but you're wider across the shoulders than I am.
[ He starts tucking the shirt into the jeans, because Nate says so and he pretty much trusts everything Nate ever says to him. He's never been wrong yet. He doesn't usually dress like this though, so it feels weird to him. He looks down, trying to smooth out the edges. ]
I look like a dick.
[ The comment about the jacket makes him worry though, and he looks up uncertain. ]
You think I need one? Like a blazer or something? Should I go buy something?
Nah, you look plenty good without it. Just gives me something to remember when your birthday comes around. [He cracks a little smile to try to reassure him. The last thing Matt needs to do is buy anything more for these dates.]
If you'd like. [He nods, trying not to give away just how glad he is to hear that. The idea of Matt spending the night with this Sally girl eats at him.]
[It's too soon for Matt to have had actual dinner there, he thinks. Especially if they got drinks before. And after. He knows how Matt can be. And Sally probably wants the expensive cocktails. Ugh.
But no. It's only been a bit more than an hour. And the text itself is confusing. But Nathan doesn't say anything about that because he knows better.]
You reading my mind again? I'll order it. Pick it up on your way back?
[And he'll pay for it over the phone too because he's not going to let Matt foot that bill.]
[ And so he is, grabbing the pizzas and back at their halls within 40 mins. He doesn't look best happy, and his shirt is no longer tucked in. He walks in the room unanounced. It's a good job Nate is never doing anything personal when he does this. ]
She couldn't come. Something came up. [ Which yes, she's text him now, as an afterthought, way after. ]
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But he doesn't. Too wrapped up in the idea of this woman that's assertive and knows exactly what she wants. She's the sort of woman that if he took home? His da might even want to call him his son again. It's hard for a thought like that not to get into your head. Is it what he wants? Well that doesn't really enter his mind.
If he was thinking about what he really wanted, then he'd be having to deal with much bigger questions. ]
Just want to show her a good time [ he assures. ] And not my usual sort of good time. We've not done that yet.
How's your coursework coming?
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Good. Working on a couple of pieces for a project. Have a paper due by the end of the week.
There's that showing I told you about? All the stuff from that class I took last term. Two weeks from now? I've got two tickets saved for you and Luce if you still want to check it out.
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[ Because of course already Sally has him booked up, telling him when they'll be going where. She's booked that day. He'll get it back. ]
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Thanks. So do you want me to help you pick out something to wear for this dinner or what?
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[He shoos him out of his room so they can head to Matt's.]
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Heading to his room (much messier room), he pulls out a plastic bag with a shirt still on a hanger in it. It's blue and with squiggly lines on it, like it's trying to be cool. He pulls his tshirt off and starts to unbutton it from the hanger to try it on. Gratuitous topless moment in this thread right here. ]
It was in the sale.
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[He has a lot of valuable information okay.
But for now he'll just sit back and let Matt change. Don't mind this view at all.]
I like you in blue.
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[ He grins, teasing him as he buttons up the shirt, but leaves way more buttons open than he probably should, the leather thong necklace around his neck something Nate gave him a couple of months ago. ]
Yeah? You like it? Does it work? Like I want to look hot. Do I look hot? With what, jeans? Blue? Black? Not those ripped ones.
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Fuck. Focus, Jones.]
You always look hot. It's irritating, honestly. [He says with a roll of his eyes.]
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Yeah well some of us just got it, Nate. The full package. [ And that would be him grabbing his package there. Lovely. But he's laughing so he seems to think it's funny, and he pulls on the jeans. ]
Shirt in or out? Out, right?
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Wish one of my jackets would fit you, but you're wider across the shoulders than I am.
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I look like a dick.
[ The comment about the jacket makes him worry though, and he looks up uncertain. ]
You think I need one? Like a blazer or something? Should I go buy something?
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So I'll do? [ he asks, looking up and down himself. ]
So what're you up to tonight, mate?
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You know me, better with a night in.
[He doesn't really go out much unless it's with Matt. Weird, that.]
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[ Well, it wouldn't be the end to a good night if he didn't see his best mate, would it? Who is it he wants to spend the night with again? ]
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[ Remember you're not a gay man, Matthew. ]
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[And with one last smile, he'll head back to his room and...sulk for a bit. It's fine. He's fine. There may be some angsty painting happening though.]
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He waits for almost an hour.
Sally doesn't show.
He leaves and considers just going to the pub, but he doesn't, he pulls out his phone instead and texts Nate. ]
You eaten? You want pizza? I'm starving.
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But no. It's only been a bit more than an hour. And the text itself is confusing. But Nathan doesn't say anything about that because he knows better.]
You reading my mind again? I'll order it. Pick it up on your way back?
[And he'll pay for it over the phone too because he's not going to let Matt foot that bill.]
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[ And so he is, grabbing the pizzas and back at their halls within 40 mins. He doesn't look best happy, and his shirt is no longer tucked in. He walks in the room unanounced. It's a good job Nate is never doing anything personal when he does this. ]
She couldn't come. Something came up. [ Which yes, she's text him now, as an afterthought, way after. ]
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