[ In the bedroom Matt is already pulling on his jeans, trying to shove his still slightly swollen cock in not the easiest of tasks. When Nate returns he looks to him, eyes wide.
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You're kidding. Fuck.[ He lifts a hand, wiping it over his face. How did they sleep so late?! ]

No. No Nate it's fine, it's fine, you go. I should be going anyway, check in at work. But text me, yeah? Just text me. It's fine, I promise.