"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.
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.
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.
"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.
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."
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.
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.
"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.
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.
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."
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."
"It's a little different." He says, laughing lightly. "But if you really want to know, we may have to do it more than once." He reaches a hand up to trail his fingertips along Matt's jawline.
"I'll be too focused on being careful with you the first go round to really show you what I'm like."
"More than once, eh?" he questions, brow raised and smirking a little. He closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath. The touch feels nice, it feels good.
"You sure that's not just an excuse. Because if it is, you know you don't need one, right?"
"Not making excuses." His fingers lightly tip Matt's chin over towards him, close enough to capture his mouth in a slow kiss. As he pulls back, he stays close, whispering against his lips.
"I'm glad." He says between kisses, reaching up to cup Matt's face tenderly as he deepens that kiss a bit. With a bit more force than he usually shows, Matt presses Matt back, rolling the both of them a bit in bed, pressing Matt's back to the mattress.
"You're so beautiful." He murmurs against his lips.
Matt could never tire of kissing Nate, he could never tire of just how much it makes him feel. The added force is a little different, Nate usually taking the backseat, but it's far from unwelcome, and pressing back into the sheets he lets out a slight murmur of enjoyment.
Beautiful isn't ever a word he'd have used before to qualify himself. Hot, maybe, handsome, sure, all those rugged words. But somehow that makes Nate's choice of word mean more.
His heart races, and he whispers back, "Love you, Nate."
His arms wrap around him, one flat to his back, pressing him close to him, holding him near as he returns into that kiss.
"Love you too." He murmurs against Matt's lips, kissing him again. His legs shift, straddling Matt's lap and pressing more firmly against his body.
His hands press into Matt's hair, fingers combing through it as he kisses him deeper. It's a bit more intense, but in a way that still shows all the love and gentleness that he's trying to convey right now.
It's amazing just how quickly Nate can make Matt feel alive, every nerve sparking, hairs standing on end. There's a near groan into his mouth as they kiss, and it feels good, it really does. It's a nice shift, and an interesting one, to have Nate take the lead like this. It excites him more than he expected.
"Fuck," he breathes heavy against his lips, catching his breath for a moment. "Fuck you turn me on."
Nate smiles a bit, a breathless laugh following in response. His hands continue to comb through Matt's hair, hips rocking gently against him.
"Good. That's sort of the point." He kisses the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, trailing kisses down to his neck. He's slow, careful, calculated. There's no rush here. He wants to savor every moment of this, to memorize just what Matt likes. He knows, of course, but this feels different. And he's treating it as a new exploration entirely.
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"See now I've got to try to get you in a cravat."
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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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"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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"I guess if I can only have one..." Yeah, he'll take the sex, thanks.
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"I think we should be getting you to bed." It's probably about 9pm. Any excuse.
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"Yeah, probably should. Very important thing, sleep." Yeah. Sleep.
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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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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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"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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"I love you so much." He says quietly, like he can't stop himself from saying it.
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"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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"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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"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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"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."
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"I'll be too focused on being careful with you the first go round to really show you what I'm like."
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"You sure that's not just an excuse. Because if it is, you know you don't need one, right?"
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"I want to make love to you."
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God he loves him, it's almost scary. It's good scary, but fuck he couldn't imagine being without him now.
"I'm all yours," he whispers back before he leans his head in and kisses him once more. "I trust you, babe."
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"You're so beautiful." He murmurs against his lips.
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Beautiful isn't ever a word he'd have used before to qualify himself. Hot, maybe, handsome, sure, all those rugged words. But somehow that makes Nate's choice of word mean more.
His heart races, and he whispers back, "Love you, Nate."
His arms wrap around him, one flat to his back, pressing him close to him, holding him near as he returns into that kiss.
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His hands press into Matt's hair, fingers combing through it as he kisses him deeper. It's a bit more intense, but in a way that still shows all the love and gentleness that he's trying to convey right now.
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"Fuck," he breathes heavy against his lips, catching his breath for a moment. "Fuck you turn me on."
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"Good. That's sort of the point." He kisses the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, trailing kisses down to his neck. He's slow, careful, calculated. There's no rush here. He wants to savor every moment of this, to memorize just what Matt likes. He knows, of course, but this feels different. And he's treating it as a new exploration entirely.
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