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[ He smiles a bit at that. Special occasion. He likes that. ]

Yeah I do.

[ His hand lifts a little along Nate's side, brushing softly over his shirt and up over his shoulder so he can shape his fingers around his neck, pulling him close again for another slow drawn out kiss. ]

I like a lot about you, Nate [ another whisper, lips to lips ]

[Oh, see this is what he was talking about, saying the perfect thing. God, it just makes him melt. Much better than the other thing.]

Like a lot about you too. [He replies, finding it a little more difficult to form proper words.]

[ Fingertips shift gently against Nate's neck as he just stands there, breathing him in, before he shifts in and lets his lips press to his neck, placing gentle kisses against his skin. ]

Fuck, you've got such amazing skin. So soft.

[ It's funny, because this? This is his thing. This is his MO. Compliments, and lots of them. Make the other person feel like they are all that matters. He doesn't know why his brain keeps shifting to something far more coarse. ]

[The moment Matt's lips touch his neck, words are a distant memory for Nate. His heart beats faster, breath coming quicker as well. All he can manage is one soft noise that sounds a great deal like Matt's name as his hands grab uselessly at the fabric of Matt's shirt at his waist.]

[ His lips trail up along Nate's neck, over to his jaw and along until he can find his lips once again, claiming them in a slow kiss that has him struggling to keep himself from just going all out. Because fuck he wants to go all out right now. But he imagines this as something brand new, not with his closest friend but with someone he's never touched, somebody he's never held. ]

Can I take you to bed? [ Another whisper ]

[His mind is foggy from the effect Matt's lips have on his neck, practically panting by the they're properly kissing again. The answer to Matt's question is yes. Of course it's yes, but those aren't the words that come out of his mouth. Instead, with eyes closed, he manages to murmur.]

What about the ice cream?

[You know, the carton he had just set out on the counter to thaw. Give him a break, Matt. You turned his brain to mush... much like the ice cream.]

[ The response isn't exactly the one Matt expected, but it is enough to make him really laugh. He smiles at him, the sort of smile that he just can't get rid of. ]

Yeah well you can bring that too if you like.

Maybe next time. Think I'll put it away instead. [He says, finally gathering his wits. Except he doesn't move at all to get the ice cream. He just stands there, still staring into Matt's eyes and breathing a little harder than normal. It's not his fault, really.]

Go on then [ He grins, a little pleased because... well his normal thing does work better. He really doesn't need to try so hard. Reaching over, he gives him a gentle tap on the backside. ]

Shall I meet you in there?

[Nate just nods, his cheeks a little flushed, moving to put the ice cream away as if he's in some sort of daze. He'll be there in a moment, Matt. Get comfortable.

It's not terribly long before Nate appears in the doorway to his bedroom.]

Hey.

[ By the time Nate joins him, Matt has taken off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt a little more. He stands by a side table and has a frame in his hands, looking at a picture there. ]

I can't believe you've still got this thing.

[ Years old, an image from an eighties night with mullet wigs and lots of legwarmers. They are both in it, as well as a bunch of their friends. Maybe there's also other pictures on the side that are more interesting than this one idk. ]

[Nate steps closer, as if to check which 'thing' he means, but of course he knows that frame by sight.]

It was the first time you invited me out. Sort of the start of... everything, I guess. We weren't just roommates anymore. Proper mates, then.

Really? [ he looks towards him, and seems surprised, like it had never dawned on him before. ] Yeah, fuck I suppose it was. You just looked like you needed a night out, you were so wound up. And fuck do you remember her? [ he points to a girl in the picture. ] Kelly. She was intense. She loved you.

[He makes a face.]

I still get drunks texts from her every now and then. She doesn't seem to get that I'm not interested in what she's got going on.

[ It feels so long ago, back even before he met Sally. It feels a distant memory now. ]

Fuck off, seriously? You know she kept trying to get me to give her your number. I got weirdly protective over you. Told her to sling her hook.

Oh, I'm dead serious. Hang on.

[And he'll get his phone to prove it. There's some pretty intense texts and even an inappropriate picture or two. You're welcome for the boobs, Matt.]

She's got a boyfriend these days. Doesn't seem to matter. If she gets drunk enough, she starts this. Most of the time, it's easy to laugh it off.

[ And Matt will be... grabbing that phone out of Nate's hands, because girl was cray but he does like a nice pair of boos okay. ]

Holy shit. [ And he might be doing a pinch zoom tbh ]

And you keep the pictures? You got a whole little collection of these somewhere? You know she probably wouldn't want you showing people.

She shouldn't be sending them to me in the first place. Not my fault if someone sees them. [they're very nice boobs. even Nate knows that. he looks vaguely amused by Matt's zooming over there.]

Should I leave you two alone, then?

Well she gets that you're gay right? You told her that didn't you. Not that people need telling. I've seen you wear pink scarves. You're basically a walking pride flag.

[ And oops right yes, he'll just... stop scrolling through the photos she's sent him and hand the phone back. ]

And why, you planning on going somewhere?

She knows I'm gay. I think it's like those guys who think a lesbian just needs to find the right guy. She thinks if I slept with her, it would just open my eyes or something. I dunno. It's fucking weird.

[He takes his phone back and slips it into his pocket.]

Not going anywhere. You just seemed really interested in those pictures, that's all.

[He's not jealous, shut up.]

What, she thinks she can turn you? [ he smirks a bit, turning his body toward Nate. There's a huge irony in that that really doesn't go unnoticed, considering the circumstances. He takes a step towards him, putting a hand on each of Nate's hips. ]

Hey, all I'm interested in is right here in this room. And that's you by the way. Not the stuff on your phone. Except maybe one or two selfies.

[It pulls a smile out of him, making him realize how ridiculous he's being.]

I hope the real thing might be better than a few selfies.

[He raises his hands up between them, reaching for Matt's partly unbuttoned shirt, lightly gripping at the open collar.]

You really clean up well.

Yeah well. I like to make an effort for special people.

[ He rubs his hand gently over Nate's hip. ]

How 'bout we prove just how gay you are?

[ Nate, that is. Not him. Let's prove how gay Nate is. ]

[He laughs a bit, because that's an interesting way to get back to business. Not that he minds.]

And how do you propose we do that, hm?

[Swear to god if you flat out ask him to suck your dick again, Matthew...]

[ Matt glances down, looking over Nate, drinking him in, one of his hands moving over his belt, over his hipbone, fingertips tucking gently against the waistband. But the answer? Maybe not quite what Nate expects. ]

Get you tickets to a Cher concert. Obviously.