[ For all the sex Matt's had he's never really done a hell of a lot from the kinky shelf. He's never really had the inclination to. He know he likes his partner taking charge, and lolly because they usually don't.
He knows now he likes that scrape of Nate's fingers too, and it makes him kiss him back with a renewed level of passion.
He's always liked kissing, but never this much. But kissing Nate, just kissing him, is better than most of the sex he's ever had. Difference is of course this means something. It's fuelled with more than just desire but love too.
The hand shifts again a little higher and presses against the small of his back, fingers curling against the skin there. ]
[The best part about all of this, about being with Matt is that he knows enough about him to know when and where it's safe to explore. He moves towards Matt as a hand is moved to his lower back. He hums a little, kissing him back for all he's worth.
After a moment, he breaks away just to take a moment to look at Matt, really look at him.]
[ It's enough to make him almost bashful, as the break in the kiss has him gasping for breath as he looks up at him. His own lips are red from kissing, and looking up at Nate he can see the same. He reaches a hand up, stroking it over his cheek, his thumb gentle over his lips. ]
You're going to get a stubble rash from all this kissing. [ he teases, seeing how his own stubble has reddened his skin. ]
And you know babe if anyone's getting points here for being wonderful well, that should be you.
Good. [ His voice is decisive and clear as he looks up at him, cupping his face. It's crazy to think how far they've come and in such a short time, just weeks ago they were barely even talking, Nate with Simon and now look at them. ]
Pinch me. Because I think I might be dreaming. [ He laughs, joking but he's almost serious. How can it be that he gets this? ]
[ The move makes him jump a bit and he lets out a laugh before batting at his hand playfully. It's the words though that really strike him. Like this moment is one that will burn itself to his memory as one of those important life moments. ]
Say that again. I just want to remember it. [ He whispers, and his eyes redden with tears. But they're good tears. Definitely good. Even a Byrne can get emotional. ]
Laughing, Nate files that away to tease him with later, but things shift to a more serious sort of tone a moment later. Nate's expression shifts to a sweeter smile, moving so that he's facing Matt more fully, taking his face in both hands.
"I'm in love with you, Matthew Byrne. Absolutely, madly in love." His thumbs stroke along Matt's jawline, and he hopes that he's done his part to make Matt feel every ounce of love he's got in those few words.
It's almost overwhelming. It could almost be too much. But it's not. It's amazing, and wonderful, and more than he ever even knew that he wanted. And oh how he wanted.
Quite without meaning to the tears that threatened his eyes start to fall. How does he get this? How him, after all he's done? He shouldn't be allowed dreams to come true.
"I'd do anything for you," he tells him. "You know that don't you?"
It's not something he likes to see, Matt crying, but he knows that it's a good sort of cry, at least. One hand moves to wipe away a tear as it rolls down his cheek.
"I know. Same as I would for you." He leans in and kisses him softly, making it brief and sweet. "Go to the end of the earth if I had to."
"Well I don't want you to go that far. I want you to stay right with me. Always. Because I don't want to lose you again, babe. Whatever happens it's us now yeah? Promise me that."
"Good. Good because--- good." Eloquent as ever, Matt never really knows how to put his emotions into words, especially when they're as big as this.
Reaching over he grabs a blanket and just throws it around Nate a little, just in case he gets cold, considering they're not quite as hot and heavy as they were a few moments ago.
"I was going to tell you. I've been to see someone. At work. Psychologist? Psychiatrist? One of those."
He knows that this sort of thing isn't what Matt is entirely used to, and that's fine. He doesn't need big speeches. As Matt pulls the blanket around them, Nate tugs it closer, shifting to get more comfortable on Matt's lap.
"Yeah?" He's a little curious what that means, but he doesn't want to pry too much. "Im glad you have someone you can talk to about it. I think it'll be good for you."
"Of course not. But talking to a therapist is meant to be private. I don't want you to think you need to tell me everything you're telling him. You can, of course. But only if you want to."
"I've told a couple of people about you you know. That I'm with you. That we're together. It feels good. And nobody's been weird or anything." It's clear enough that he's a little surprised by that. He expected weird.
However even as he talks his hand under the blanket is sliding up Nate's thigh and back towards his crotch.
"Some of them yeah, I mean obviously you know it was great loss that a specimen like me is being taken off the menu."
He smirks a bit and his hand keeps sliding up along his thigh until he finds something altogether more delicate. His fingers gently wrap around him and start moving very slowly, coaxing him teasingly back beneath the blanket.
He would respond to all of that, really, but Matt's hand is doing a good job to make him forget what words are. He just shifts his hips, bucking slightly towards Matt's grip, mouth dropping open as he lets out small noises of approval.
"Jesus but you're hot like that. You ever filmed yourself babe? Touching yourself? Because you should. And you should send it to me, for all those long hard days when I'm not with you. Would you let me film you, babe? How about fucking? Would you let me film that?"
All the while he speaks his hand continues to move, thumb brushing over his tip before he twists his grip. It's clear he likes the idea he's proposing. Given the size of his old porn collection maybe it shouldn't be all that surprising.
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He knows now he likes that scrape of Nate's fingers too, and it makes him kiss him back with a renewed level of passion.
He's always liked kissing, but never this much. But kissing Nate, just kissing him, is better than most of the sex he's ever had. Difference is of course this means something. It's fuelled with more than just desire but love too.
The hand shifts again a little higher and presses against the small of his back, fingers curling against the skin there. ]
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After a moment, he breaks away just to take a moment to look at Matt, really look at him.]
You are so wonderful.
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You're going to get a stubble rash from all this kissing. [ he teases, seeing how his own stubble has reddened his skin. ]
And you know babe if anyone's getting points here for being wonderful well, that should be you.
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God, I can't get enough of you.
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Pinch me. Because I think I might be dreaming. [ He laughs, joking but he's almost serious. How can it be that he gets this? ]
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You aren't dreaming, love. This is very real. And I'm very much in love with you.
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Say that again. I just want to remember it. [ He whispers, and his eyes redden with tears. But they're good tears. Definitely good. Even a Byrne can get emotional. ]
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"I'm in love with you, Matthew Byrne. Absolutely, madly in love." His thumbs stroke along Matt's jawline, and he hopes that he's done his part to make Matt feel every ounce of love he's got in those few words.
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Quite without meaning to the tears that threatened his eyes start to fall. How does he get this? How him, after all he's done? He shouldn't be allowed dreams to come true.
"I'd do anything for you," he tells him. "You know that don't you?"
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"I know. Same as I would for you." He leans in and kisses him softly, making it brief and sweet. "Go to the end of the earth if I had to."
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Reaching over he grabs a blanket and just throws it around Nate a little, just in case he gets cold, considering they're not quite as hot and heavy as they were a few moments ago.
"I was going to tell you. I've been to see someone. At work. Psychologist? Psychiatrist? One of those."
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"Yeah? How's that going?"
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"He's not a prick. He's good. We've just been talking, you know. About me. About you. About stuff."
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His hand strokes gently against his leg, soft, careful.
"You don't think I'm trying to keep you secret, do you babe?"
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However even as he talks his hand under the blanket is sliding up Nate's thigh and back towards his crotch.
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"Yeah? I bet some of them were even happy for you." He's teasing a little, but he could have told Matt that the reaction would be fine.
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He smirks a bit and his hand keeps sliding up along his thigh until he finds something altogether more delicate. His fingers gently wrap around him and start moving very slowly, coaxing him teasingly back beneath the blanket.
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"Bet they had to... Take a moment to grieve." He jokes but has to pause in the middle to let out a heavy breath as Matt teases him like that.
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Gently, he starts to stroke him, his hand wrapping around him completely, eyes glancing up towards him to see every reaction.
"Fuck I love making you come undone like this."
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All the while he speaks his hand continues to move, thumb brushing over his tip before he twists his grip. It's clear he likes the idea he's proposing. Given the size of his old porn collection maybe it shouldn't be all that surprising.
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