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For Matt on the other hand, he can't seem to stop looking at Nate. He's eating, yes, but that's pretty much secondary. That and the fact he knows if he doesn't that Nate will only tell him off. And while that can be hot? It's not really what he wants to get into right now.

"So," he says around a mouthful of food. "Tell me something about you I don't know. There's got to be something, right?"

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Nate is thrown off by the request, sitting back a little and blinking as he tries to think of something.

"I... I don't know if there is anything. We sort of talked about it all back in uni, didn't we?"

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"You saying I know everything there is to know about you?" he asks, with a look that's somewhat smug, even though there's really no need for it.

"No skeletons in the closet? No dirty little secrets? Nothing at all?"

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He can't help but laugh a littl at that look he gives him.

"What? You think I've got some double life where I've signed up to be a knight with a secret organization?" Teasing him, clearly.

"I was boring when I was young. Didn't get into too much trouble. Only trouble I find these days is you." He tosses a piece of pasta at Matt's face.

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"Oy," Matt laughs at a bit of tortellini makes contact with his face.

If he let it, a comment like that could worry him, he could delve too much into all the things he's done, to the way he hurt him. But he's doing his best not to, because if he does how could he ever be close to him? And he's not going to risk what they're building, because it's really fucking good.

"You love my sort of trouble," he counters instead, eating the offending piece of pasta. "Gets you all hot under the designer collar."

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"Mmm sometimes." He says, fighting back a little smile. "It's a good sort of trouble. And now you can make it up to me with music. Seems like a fair trade."

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"Oh so that's why you got that thing is it? For me to make it up to you?" he grins, finishing up the last of his pasta before setting the bowl down.

He looks at him and grins.

"I love it when you do that, you know. You do this thing. Smiling with your eyes. You look like a model. And I get to fuck you." Really, it's romantic. Sort of.

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He glances down, shaking his head and laughing.

"You've always said that. Shit about me looking like a model. Can't see it, really." Not that he minds it. Matt's compliments are the ones he likes to hear most, the ones that make his heart skip a beat and his face flush.

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"You do though! Especially when you dress in all that weird shit. Some of your jeans look like they need painting on, babe. And you own cravats. What the fuck is that. Only way you'd get me in a cravat was if I lost a bet."

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"You complaining about my jeans?" He knows he's not. They're all the easier to check out Nate's ass in, after all.

"See now I've got to try to get you in a cravat."

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"Oh no babe, definitely wasn't a complaint. Hate you to leave but love to watch you go and all that."

He laughs and shakes his head.

"Yeah fat fucking chance. I'll stick to the tshirts that look like they should be in the bin. It's my look. You can keep the wanky hipster shit."

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"You mean you wouldn't give it a try? For me?" He knows he's being unfair by giving him a very convincing pout and sad eyes. He doesn't feel bad about it. All's fair and what not.

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Oh that's really cruel. Using those eyes for evil is definitely cruel.

"Hey now I've said you can fuck me up the arse I think that's enough concessions for one day don't you?" Bumsex is one thing, he draws the line at fashion.

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That breaks his concentration and makes him lose the ability to keep the expression up. He starts to laugh, really laugh.

"I guess if I can only have one..." Yeah, he'll take the sex, thanks.

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"Speaking of..." Well sort of. Not really. Okay maybe. Who knows.

"I think we should be getting you to bed." It's probably about 9pm. Any excuse.

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The power is out. Time is meaningless. Because they definitely don't have phones that would tell them that. Spending hours cuddled up together would be fine by Nate. But he knows better than to think they won't go further than that.

"Yeah, probably should. Very important thing, sleep." Yeah. Sleep.

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"See. The man knows what he's talking about," he says with a smirk. As if he's really thinking about getting 40 winks. It isn't always sex, of course, there's something to be said about lying wrapped up with Nate, holding him and being held.

But then a lot of the time it's the sex.

He moves over towards the doorway, stopping to turn back towards Nate and head to fetch the tube of lube the other man brought in earlier. Well, just in case. One way or another, they're likely to need it. He shoots him a grin, and heads back and towards the bedroom.

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Nate follows after Matt, blowing out the candles they lit. Best not to burn the flat down.

As he makes his way into the bedroom, Nate closes the door behind him. It's still very dark, but there's enough light for him to roughly tell where Matt is located. Walking up, he puts his arms around Matt's shoulders and pulls him close.

"I guess you have a point about these tshirts. They do work on you."

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Matt stands in front of the bed, and when Nate wraps his arms around him a warm smile starts to spread around his face. His own hand lifts and touches gently against Nate's arm. He turns his head a little towards him.

"Yeah you like that do you?" he asks, rubbing his hand over his arm and giving him a gentle squeeze.

"They work well off too you know."

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"Yeah? Could see that." He leans in and places a soft kiss to the spot where Matt's neck meets his shoulder.

"I love you so much." He says quietly, like he can't stop himself from saying it.

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It feels nice, that delicate touch, such a lot in such a small thing. It'd be perfect on its own, but then it's punctuated by those words, by the best thing he could ever hear. Better than any piece of music or anything that could be composed.

"I love you too, Nate. Always have." He grips his arm a little tighter, and it's true, isn't it? Really, it's true. He might not have known it, what it was then or what it meant. But it's love, it's always been love.

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"Come to bed with me." He doesn't know if they'll do anything more than just be there with each other, but he doesn't mind either way. He just likes being there with him. Every moment like this is so precious to him.

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Turning in Nate's arms, he faces him, eyes tracing over him in the dim light from the moon outside that falls through the window.

"Just you try and stop me," he says gently, leaning in to press a small soft kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment before he pulls back to lift his tshirt over his head and discard his jogging bottoms to get into bed. He pulls back the covers and pats the spot next to him.

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Nate doesn't fight Matt's turning. In fact, he smiles at him as they look one another over, letting out a small contented hum as they kiss. He watches as Matt undresses, following suit and crawling into bed beside him.

"You know, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. Now or... anytime, really. I don't want you to think you owe me anything."

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When Nate moves in against him, Matt wraps an arm around him instinctively. He likes holding him, likes being close. They were always close, even as friends, always a little touchy feely. This just feels right.

"Oh I owe you a lot of things," he says, shaking his head. "But no, not that I suppose. I didn't say yes because I owe you though, babe. Said yes because..." he shrugs a bit, not sure how to put it. "Because I'm up for it. You know? And when you think about it, it's kinda hot, isn't it? You've seen how I fuck, I've never seen how you do."