cravating | (no subject)

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?]

[ The reply is stilted, stopped by a shaky slow exhale as he feels that light fingernail touch. He squeezes his eyes closed tightly a moment, his forehead still pressed to his. ]

Now I don't know. [ He wishes he could say that it has all slotted into place entirely, that it all makes sense, but it doesn't. He's terrified of it all, more than ever, but that doesn't mean he's about to let it stop him, because there's one thing, just one thing he does know...]

But I know I fucking want you.

[He prefers the truth, really. He knows Matt is going to need some time. With their foreheads still touching, he nods a little before shifting closer to lightly brush his lips to Matt's.]

Want you too. So bad.

[ He's not sure if its the words or the touch of his lips, but something in Matt snaps, a need that urges him on, suddenly stepping against him to move Nate eagerly back towards the bed. Both hands go quickly to Nate's trousers, eager hands working on the button and fly as he starts kissing him with every ounce of desire in his body. ]

[Nate wastes no time meeting Matt in that desire, his mouth eager, feverish in their kissing. His hands shift up to Matt's shoulders, pushing the open shirt back, stripping it off of him and letting it fall to the floor. Once that's done, both of his hands reach for Matt's face, cupping it tenderly in contrast to the intense way they're kissing.]

[ Zip open, Matt wastes no time in pushing Nate's trousers over his hips, thumbs hooking under his boxer briefs to drag those along with and let them all fall down together. Likely making Nate liable to fall over but what you gonna do, he's not really thinking about that, he's thinking about his cock. ]

[He does stumble a bit. Thankfully, Matt is right in front of him, so he can hold on to him, grabbing those impressive shoulders. But seeing as Matt would need to bend a little to strip him down, the pressure from Nate's hands might also encourage him to..continuing moving down.]

Christ, you're eager.

[He laughs a little, clearly not upset about it.]

Making up for lost time.

[ he laughs, and he can feel that push against his shoulder and he knows exactly what it means. Ordinarily it might be the sort of thing to have him be snapping back out of things, but he's so lost in the moment, so drunk on lust that it doesn't take hold of his mind. All he can think of his him, having him, all of him, and making him make all those little noises he heard through those walls.

That and the fact he's not that steady on his feet right now so he sort of trips. But that's not sexy so we'll pretend it's not that.

But move down he does, onto his knees in front of him, lifting his head back up to look at him before he brings his lips in to press to his hip bone, his tongue soft against the skin there ]

[Nate honestly wasn't trying to push Matt to do anything. He was just trying to stay upright. They're more clumsy than anything else right now. But seeing Matt on his knees in front of him is...]

Wow... [He breathes the word out with a little moan as he watches Matt press a kiss to his hip bone. He's harder than ever, cock twitching slightly as Matt's tongue smoothes over the skin where he's kissed. Nate keeps his hands on Matt's shoulders for now, mouth partly open, feeling like this is some sort of crazy dream.]

[ turning his head Matt is eye to eye with Nate's cock, hard beside him and wanting. His heart races a little faster and he feels acid in his chest. Relax, Matthew, it's just a dick. You've got one of your own. ]

Come in my fucking mouth and I'll not be held responsible for my actions. [ its said as mostly a joke, but given their history it's probably not the most sensitive one he's ever made. Still, he's nervous and about to suck a dick, maybe he can be excused.

He takes a deep breath a moment and lifts a hand, wrapping it around Nate's cock to stroke him a couple of times, looking up at him to see the reaction, using that to fuel himself before he gingerly opens his mouth and hesitantly moves forward, wrapping his lips around the head of Nate's cock, tongue tentatively brushing against him. ]