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. ]
[Nate is sitting in a chair, painting when Matt arrives. He doesn't even glance up as his friend walks right in. It's not until he says Sally didn't come that he glances up.]
Yeah. We're going to go next week instead, it's fine.
[ He doesn't look so fine though, he looks, well, almost upset. But he has pizza and Nate, so that helps. He puts the box down and opens it up, grabbing a slice as he looks over at Nate's half done painting. ]
That's fucking epic [ he says around a bit of pizza ]. All swishy.
[Nate looks about twice as mad on Matt's behalf. How could she cancel on him? After all the trouble he went to?! Huff.
It's almost as if he knows how much more grateful he would be if Matt ever tried to make that sort of gesture with him. But that's silly. They wouldn't ever go to dinner at a place like that.
Glancing at the painting, he gives his normal modest shrug. He's got some paint on his face and a bit in his hair. It tends to happen when he's painting more for him than for class. He loses himself in it. It's the only part of him that gets a little messy.]
Yeah well I love it. One day I'm going to buy shit tons of your work and put it up all over my house.
[ he moves over to sit on Nate's bed, making himself comfortable. Looking at his friend makes him lose a little of that annoyance and disappointment. ]
You've got a bit... [ he gestures to his hair and face where the paint has splashed. ]
I'm pretty sure these will just be filling up my cupboards so you can just..have them.
[He grabs a rag and tries to wipe off the paint but it's dry now so it's just...going to be a thing he takes care of later. It may or may not be a blue that's basically the same color as Matt's shirt.
No I'll be buying them. When you've got shows in posh museums. Cards with your name on them. I'll be first in line.
[ It's funny how you come to associate smells and things with people. Paint, that's Nate. Paint and that stuff he uses to get rid of it, sharp in the air. It always feels sort of inviting.
He briefly wonders just how many clothes Nate has ruined by splashes of blue and green. ]
Yeah fucking swanky, mate. Kept thinking security was going to have someone come and kick me out. Mind you they had a lounge pianist in there and he was shite.
[ Matt could have done way better. Not that he wants to be a lounge pianist. Balls to that tbqh. ]
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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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She..? Seriously?
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[ He doesn't look so fine though, he looks, well, almost upset. But he has pizza and Nate, so that helps. He puts the box down and opens it up, grabbing a slice as he looks over at Nate's half done painting. ]
That's fucking epic [ he says around a bit of pizza ]. All swishy.
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It's almost as if he knows how much more grateful he would be if Matt ever tried to make that sort of gesture with him. But that's silly. They wouldn't ever go to dinner at a place like that.
Glancing at the painting, he gives his normal modest shrug. He's got some paint on his face and a bit in his hair. It tends to happen when he's painting more for him than for class. He loses himself in it. It's the only part of him that gets a little messy.]
It's coming along.
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[ he moves over to sit on Nate's bed, making himself comfortable. Looking at his friend makes him lose a little of that annoyance and disappointment. ]
You've got a bit... [ he gestures to his hair and face where the paint has splashed. ]
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[He grabs a rag and tries to wipe off the paint but it's dry now so it's just...going to be a thing he takes care of later. It may or may not be a blue that's basically the same color as Matt's shirt.
He heads over to grab a slice of pizza.]
So did you get to check the place out?
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[ It's funny how you come to associate smells and things with people. Paint, that's Nate. Paint and that stuff he uses to get rid of it, sharp in the air. It always feels sort of inviting.
He briefly wonders just how many clothes Nate has ruined by splashes of blue and green. ]
Yeah fucking swanky, mate. Kept thinking security was going to have someone come and kick me out. Mind you they had a lounge pianist in there and he was shite.
[ Matt could have done way better. Not that he wants to be a lounge pianist. Balls to that tbqh. ]
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