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[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.

[He gives him a little shove, but since he's still holding onto his shirt, it's not very effective.]

I'm more of a Celine bloke, myself.

And here I was thinking you watched Titanic for Leo.

[ He grins a bit, hooking those fingers a little more into his trousers, sliding gently along towards his belt buckle where he almost discreetly starts to pull the one loop free of the other. ]

Well, that too. [God can you blame him? Titanic Leo is second only to Romeo + Juliet Leo which is only slightly weird since he's playing a teenager. Shut up.]

But seeing as there aren't any shows to go to tonight, we might have to come up with something else.

[He feels that slight tug on his belt but he's not going to draw attention to it. You get your sly little undressing of him on, Matt.]

Yeah guess we will. DVD? Anything good on TV?

[ He grins a bit as he teases, while at the same time he tugs a little more on Nate's belt, the action slightly more pronounced as he pulls the buckle free, loosening the leather before letting it go and sliding it apart. Honestly, at this point Matt would usually be focusing attention on a bra, and given there isn't one of those involved, he'll go to the other goods. ]

[Nate's hips shift forward at that tug, a smile spreading over his face.]

Sadly, no. I already looked. Not a thing that interests me on tonight.

[He pauses to give Matt a look that's a bit enticing, alluring.]

Just you.

[ Jesus Christ how's it possible for him to look so hot? How is it that he never jumped his bones before now? Either he had incredibly good willpower or was just stupidly ignorant until now. That and the giant mountain of denial of course. ]

Yeah? [ His voice is thick with desire and need for him, finding it hard to think straight right now. Which is... apt. ]

Well you got me. [ His hand moves to the bottom of Nate's jumper, shifting beneath it, fingers against his skin. ]

Question is, what you going to do with me?

Haven't decided yet. [His eyes close briefly as he feels Matt's fingertips on his skin. Opening them again, he starts to slowly work more of the buttons on his shirt open.]

I'm sure we can come up with something, though.

Yeah well you artistic types are pretty resourceful, or so I'm told.

[ His fingers slide gently over Nate's torso, higher under his jumper, around his back and smoothing over his skin. ]

Fuck you're hot. You know that? [ It's oddly liberating being able to admit that. To say it out loud and mean it. Oh he means it. ]

[Nate's mouth falls partly open, breath coming a little heavier as he feels Matt's hands moving against his skin.]

Never thought I'd hear you say something like that. [He admits as his hands continue to work open the buttons of Matt's shirt, pulling it free from his trousers and opening it completely. He greeted with the sight of that very toned torso. Nate takes a moment to glance down and just full appreciate the sight. It's more than a little distracting.]

[ The air is cool against Matt's skin, and makes it rise in goosebumps. His breath draws a little quicker, chest rising and falling a little higher. ]

But you are. I mean fuck, look at you. [ his voice is low, barely more than a whisper, deep and thick and rich with desire ]

You're not the only one that imagined us fucking, you know. Imagined us kissing.

[Hearing that, Nate can't help but let out a quiet whimpering sort of noise, overcome with the desire he feels, especially hearing that Matt had imagined this sort of thing.]

Yeah? Did it get you hard?

[His hands move to Matt's chest, lightly brushing over those wonderful muscles.]

Oh you've got no idea. [ Hands start to grab at the bottom of Nate's jumper, turning to a hold to rise and lift it over his head, parting them a second just so he can discard it on the floor ]

Used to think there was something wrong with me. Like something had broken in my head.

[ Hands back to his body, he leans his head forward a little, his forehead touching Nate's as he smooths a hand over his chest ]

[Nate pulls his hands back long enough to let Matt pull the garment over his head. As soon as it falls to the ground, he returns his hands to Matt's skin, lightly dragging his nails over the skin.]

And now? [Does he still think he's broken? Does this still feel wrong?]