cravating | (no subject)

I'm not... You know I'm not suddenly going to be cool with everything. It'd probably be better you don't tell anyone about this. I mean fuck can you imagine the reaction if half the people you knew even knew you were hanging out with me and that's without everything else.

[ Still though, he gives his hand a bit of a squeeze, and pulls it in closer towards him. ]

I don't really care what they think. [Nate says with a shrug.] It's none of their business anyway. I've gotten a few questions about why I left Simon, but for the most part, people are too self absorbed to actually give a shit what's going on with anyone else.

People care about you, Nate. They don't want you getting fucked over. And I'd get it, I really would. If this was the other way around I'd be telling you to keep the fuck away from me.

But it's just... I don't know how well I'd do if a bunch of people knew, that's all.

I'm not going to tell anyone, Matt. Seriously. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable about this stuff.

I'm not uncomfortable. Do I look uncomfortable? I mean I'll prove it if you want.

[ Not that he knows how he'd do that, but he will totally do it. ]

But you would be. If people knew.

[ He glances aside, frustrated but because it's true. He hates that its true, but he knows that it is. ]

I'l work on it. It's just going to take time.

Hey... [He tugs gently at Matt's hand to try to get him to look at him again.] I'm not in any rush.

[ And look back he does, giving him a soft smile. ]

You know what your problem is, Nate. You're way too patient.

[He lets out a little laugh.]

I didn't realize that was a problem.

How do you do it? You're all cool and collected. Nothing touches you. Is it some hipster secret I'm not in on? Cus you know I don't feel cool. I feel like there's ants in my boxers and I can't stay still.

There's no secret, honest. I just... I have this feeling that things will be okay. So long as you're here, I mean. We'll figure the rest out as we go.

Well here I am. [ he gives his hand a gentle tug ]

And here you are. [ his eyes turn a little, towards the driver on the other side of the glass. he decides he doesn't care, and leans in, pressing a small kiss against his lips. ]

[It catches him off guard, but it doesn't take him long to respond, meeting the kiss and feeling his face flush a bit in response.]

And here we are. [The driver chimes in gruffly as he parks in front of Nate's flat.]

[ Matt could very easily allow himself to get swept up in that, to basically snog Nate's face off right there and then. But then they are interrupted by the driver, and Matt pulls back with a slight clear of his throat. ]

Right. Yeah. Right. [ he grabs out some cash as he get out and pays quickly through the window, before turning back to Nate ]

So. This desert.

[He can't help but smile, that blush continuing to spread over his cheeks. He just nods in response and opens his door to get out quickly. It means he has to release Matt's hand for a moment, but it's worth it to be able to get him back up to his place.]

Upstairs, yeah?

[He'll lead the way! Which puts them in an empty lift for the ride up to his floor. As the doors close, Nate takes it upon himself to be a little bold, pressing Matt against the nearest wall and kissing him. Fair's fair for surprising him with one in the car, after all.]

[ The move is unexpected, if only in part because it's still about the last thing he's used to from Nate. That isn't to say it isn't welcome though, far from it, and he finds he really kind of gets a kick from Nate showing a bit of assertiveness. There's a camera in the lift, no doubt, but Matt really doesn't give a shit if security bloke number 6 in a room somewhere wants to watch.

His hand lifts and holds at Nate's side as if to steady himself as he kisses back. Taken off guard he might have been, but he doesn't hold back, kissing him quite frankly like something out of a porn film. ]

[He's reminded again just how good of a kisser Matt really is, which makes it easy to keep him pressed against the wall, his hand raising up to cup one side of Matt's face. Nate presses closer, pushing his body flush against Matt's, his teeth tugging playfully at his bottom lip. Breaking away enough to catch his breath, Nate presses his forehead to Matt's and lets out a quiet laugh.]

You've got no idea how much I wanted to do this ever since you showed up for dinner.

[ The kiss has a profound effect, and one that with their proximity should be more than clear. When Nate's forehead touches to his, he finds himself struggling for breath, the world around him swimming. ]

Got a bit of one.

[ His hand lifts and touches to Nate's cheek, in a move that's almost soft, and he leans in to press his lips to his once again, a hell of a lot slower this time, lingering. Fuck but he likes kissing him. ]

[Nate is similarly effected by it all, even more so when he feels the way Matt's body begins to respond. As Matt initiates another kiss, Nate lets out a quiet noise, approving and encouraging.

He could go on doing this forever, he thinks. But then there's the ding of the lift reaching their floor that drags him back to reality.]

That's us. [He manages to say, his voice breathy. Tearing himself away, he takes Matt's hand and moves to lead them down the hall to his door, reaching for his keys with his free hand so he can get the door open. He's not rushing, you're rushing.]

[ Why do they keep getting cockblocked by taxi drivers and lifts. Luckily, there should be none of those inside Nate's flat, which, as it happens, he's incredibly eager to get back to.

Standing by the doorway, he leans against the frame, looking at Nate, staring at him, and following in soon after when the door is opened. ]

So here we are, nice and private. Do you fancy sucking my dick?

[It shouldn't take him by surprise, but it does. It makes him laugh, though, which is better than a lot of reactions. Removing his scarf, Nate balls it up and tosses it right at Matt's stupid face.]

You did not just ask me like that!

Well how else am I supposed to ask you? Formal fucking invitation?

[ He makes an overblown show of standing up straight and offering out a hand, head up a bit. ]

Nathaniel, would you care for this blow job?

[He's still laughing at him, stepping over and taking that hand, even as he is judging the fuck out of him right now.]

Have a little finesse, Matthew. Make it worth my while.

[He arches his eyebrows a bit, not asking for anything in particular, but well it's definitely a challenge.]

You saying it's not already? Fuck, I need to up my game.

[ With his free hand he dusts down his suit jacket a little. ]

So that thing you were on about earlier. The waiting thing. You want to try a bit of that?