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[ At the bite, Matt lets out another noise. This one is less of a laugh. ]

Oh you cheeky little fuck. And yes. Better.

[ His fingers twist a little in his hair, turning around the curls. ] Fuck I love this hair. [ He used the L word without even thinking about it, and he doesn't even register afterwards, which is probably for the best. But it's indicative of so much more. Something small borne out of something that runs so much deeper. Love, yes. But not just for his hair. ]

I feel like I should be doing something. [ He speaks in a whisper, acutely aware he'd normally be doing something, but then things are a bit different h ]ere

[He leans a bit into that contact, happy to feel the way Matt's fingers move through his curl. He notices the L word, but doesn't comment on it. It's not important right now. Or it is but he's not going to risk halting things to mention it.]

What do you want to be doing? [He can lead Matt along, but some of it has to come from him.]

Do you want to touch me?

Oh I dunno, be a bit less shit?[ Flippant, easy, but come on Matthew, pull yourself together. Seriously, this is Nate, fuck all to be scared of here. ]

Was I think shit when I was hammered?

[ Probably not the best question, but there you go, he's asked it now. All the time he talks, his fingers stroke through Nate's hair, twisting strands, almost playful, enjoying it. When he speaks again, it's in a low whisper, and he moves in such a way that the words can be exactly that, quiet into his ear. ]

Show me your cock. I want to see what it looks like hard.

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[He leans in as Matt guides him by the touch of his hair. He's not going to dignify that first question with a response, mostly because he won't want to hear the answer.

He wasn't exactly something to write home about then. But it was an experience and Nate was in love with the guy so he won't critique the drunken escapades of their past.

His hands idly stroke over Matt's torso, just needing that contact. He's waiting for more of an answer, and when it comes in those whispered words, there's a visible shudder that runs through him. Hearing Matt say that? Well, it's thrilling beyond belief. Slowly, he stands from the couch and moves his hands to his pajama bottoms. Now upright, the tent in the front of the fabric is more than a little obvious. He's got quite the effect on Nate, to say the least.

As he pulls down the garment, Nate keeps his eyes on Matt, watching for his reaction as he strips off the last of his clothing. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just... stands there naked and erect.]

[ He finds that he likes it, the way that Nate seems to like to touch him, just a hand on his skin, like he needs to keep contact. It's so very him. He can tell what he's said has had an effect, and he likes that, likes just how profound it seems to be. Nice to know he hasn't lost it.

As Nate stands, he watches, his throat dry as his eyes fall over him, flicking down as he steps out of the pj bottoms. His gaze lands on his cock. He's, well, bigger than he expected. Well done Nate. As cocks go, it's a pretty nice looking one, not that he's looked at all that many hard cocks this close before. Or, well, any. But he's watched plenty porn. ]

Touch yourself?[ He looks up at him as he asks. ] Just how you do it.

[Of all the things Nate might have expected him to ask? That wasn't really on the list. He blinks and doesn't know how to react at first.]

Yeah?

[Well, he's not going to deny Matt the request. It's not something he's not comfortable with, so he's not going to make him feel weird for asking. So instead, he just sits back down next to him, close enough to bump his knee gently against his.

He doesn't look at Matt while his hand moves, because fuck that would be kind of weird to hold eye contact while he did that, wouldn't it? His hand wraps around the base of his cock, slowly moving to stroke along the length. He makes it a couple of strokes before he lets out a heavy exhale as the night's events have left him far more sensitive than he's used to.

That, and the fact that Matt is sitting there watching him do this. Matt. Oh fuck.]

[ Matt is completely fucking enthralled. It's like a really good episode of one of those tv shows he likes, or something. But this one is more compelling than ever. He shifts a little, leaning in to him a bit, the backs of his fingers touching Nate's thigh. ]

You know you look good doing that.

[ He shifts a little bit more, and while he's not being looked at, he takes the opportunity to lean over that little bit more and kiss him. His lips meet his, almost cautious at first until he finds a grounding, his lips parting against his. He shifts again, sideways on to him as he sits back. His hand jitters a little as he reaches out, fingertips touching Nate's arm, sliding down it, to his wrist until he can cover his hand that wraps around his cock. Over his hand, not quite touching him, still letting Nate do that, but moving his hand along with those movements, until there's a subtle change, a gentle grip, him leading the motion instead. ]

[Matt's comment draws a small huff of a laugh from him.]

Thanks, been practicing. [He continues to stoke himself, very steady, glancing at Matt's body out of the corner of his eye, but not really needing it for inspiration. The very fact that he's doing this at all is enough to keep him going.

The kiss takes him entirely by surprise, causing his body to lift a little as the sensation of Matt's mouth on his just overwhelms him for a moment. There's a whimper muffled into the kiss that he can't control, especially while he tries to keep his hand steadily moving up and down his cock. Fuck this is nice.

As Matt's hand comes to wrap around Nate's, he's almost positive he's made all of this up. This can't be real. Especially when Matt starts leading the motion. He lets out a proper moan, head tipping back against the back of the sofa. All he wants is to remove his own hand, but is that too much? Matt's gone this far on his own. Maybe it's better to let him take his time.]

Feels good. [He says with a panting breath, trying to encourage him to keep going.]

[ The reactions are more than enough to bolster him, to continue this, his confidence growing as he leans back a little, enough so that he can watch him, that he can take it in when Nate's head rocks back. ]

Sounds good. [ He agrees, because fuck those noises he's making. He wants to hear every last one of them.

It's okay isn't it, this? It's okay? Well he has one of these things himself, after all, and he's had his fair share of touching it. He wants to touch Nate. He wants to kiss him, to hold him down, to do everything he ever dreamed of doing with anyone. He wants all of it, with him. He wants everything, with him. Maybe that's what makes it so easy to whisper his next suggestion. ]

Take your hand away. [ He tells him, fingers shifting, pressure releasing as he coaxes his hand away, and instead wraps his own fingers around his cock. His hand around Nate's cock. Oh fuck he's actually doing it. ]

Try and relax... or something. [ He's not entirely sure who he's talking to. ]

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[Each second that passes feels more and more unbelievable, but nothing compares to the way Matt coaxes Nate's hand away and wraps his own around Nate's cock without anything between them.]

...Fuck- [He whispers the word, his eyes closing briefly, but forcing them open so he can look down and... shit it's actually happening. Matt's hand on his dick. Fuck. He can't think straight, let alone try to relax. Wetting his lips idly, Nate just nods.]

Yeah- yeah, keep going.

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[ Matt turns his head a little, looking at his own hand on Nate's dick. Fucking hell, his hand on someone else's dick. Is this actually happening? Is he actually jacking Nate off? This feels like one of those weird dreams you wake up from and stare at the wall in shock about.

He looks at his cock, mentally comparing it to his own, (longer than his, he thinks, his own a little thicker). He touches him in the same way that he'd touch himself. Every reaction bolsters him, and he shifts and twists his hand with relative ease. ]

You like that? [ A whisper, finding himself ridiculously turned on at having him come undone at his touch. Oh he should have tried this ages ago. His next words slip free, ones he'd usually keep to himself, hidden away and never admitted. ]

Fuck you're hot.

[The question can only be met with a nod, as he's lost for words. Every time he tries to find something to say, another moan tumbles from his lips instead. He's good at this, which isn't all that surprising. Men know what men like for the most part. The learning curve isn't so steep. Once Matt gets over his own hang ups with the whole thing, the rest is easy.

Or so Nate thinks, at least.]

God... [He mutters, hips lifting a little off the couch, up against Matt's hand. His hand moves to rest on Matt's thigh, just needing to touch him in some capacity.]

Fuck, you want to put something in a gallery you should record yourself doing this. Or just record it and send it to me, either way.

[ He's not quite sure how much he should keep going. Should he make him come? He's not sure how he'll quite handle having come all over his hand. That and he doesn't want to break the magic, like that moment when you're watching porn and it suddenly all feels awful after you've peaked. So maybe it's best to ask. ]

Should I keep going, Nate?

[Nate thinks that stopping might be the absolute last thing that he wants right now, but he also doesn't want to have this over with too soon. And coming would certainly stop things in their tracks- mostly because he doesn't know how Matt would react, what he would do after.]

No. I mean, yeah, I want you to keep going but... [he lets out a little huff of a laugh] I think if you don't stop now, I'm not going to be much use for awhile. And I want this good for you, too.

[He shifts and gently moves Matt's hand, holding onto him by the wrist and pulling him towards him for another kiss.]

Your hand feels so fucking good, though. [he mutters against the other man's mouth.]

I get it [ he says with a small laugh of his own. He doesn't want Nate to think he doesn't. They don't want this to end, and that's got to be a good thing, hasn't it? ]

Tell me yesterday I'd have been doing this today and I'd have laughed you out of town. [ Words spoken between his lips on his, kisses stolen and filled with heat.

Behind them, a small light fills the lamplit room, and a gentle buzz as Nate's phone goes off again. It's been going off for the last few minutes, strangely enough gone unnoticed. ]

What now? [ he asks gently, his breath drawn. He knows what he wants, but the words won't quite speak themselves just yet. It seems far too bold to tell him he wants to fuck him, to see if that's what he wants too. How does gay sex work? Do they draw straws? Fuck, does Nate want to fuck him? ]

[Each kiss is like a little jolt of lightning down his spine. It's all he can do to not just climb in Matt's lap and snog him senseless, but he's trying to take things a little slower, get him used to all of this. He breaks away to try to answer, but just as he opens his mouth, he hears his phone.]

Fuck. [No that's not an answer to your question, Matt. Nate turns and grabs his phone, reading the last several messages and letting out a long sigh. He types out a quick response, telling Simon that he's going to bed and doesn't want to discuss anything further until tomorrow. He can only hope that takes care of it. Probably won't.

He sets his phone on the table next to his abandoned tea and turns back to Matt.]

Sorry. Should be the last of him tonight. So... yeah. It's whatever you want, honestly. I don't want to push you too far, you know?

[ It isn't? Shame, he'd really like the idea of that. He laughs a little and shakes his head ]

Nate, relax. It's me that's supposed to be the nervous wreck here, right? And do I look like I'm being pushed? I'm enjoying myself, okay? I want to be here. If it's too much I'll tell you but look I'm not going to freak out or anything, yeah?

I'll leave that for tomorrow.

[ Maybe not the best sort of joke given the circumstances and their history, but oh well he's said it now. ]

So come on, where were we.

Fuck off. I'm allowed to be nervous too. [He says with a light laugh, trying to get back to that comfortable feeling, just being with Matt...while he's naked and Matt is nearly as well. No big deal.

He takes a deep breath to try to shake off the last of that nervous twinge, turning towards Matt and resting a hand on his knee.]

About here, I think. [Just like on the tube, his hand slides up Matt's inner thigh, gently massaging the muscle. And just like on the tube, he leans in to capture Matt's earlobe between his teeth, teasing and tugging lightly. But unlike before, this time, his hand doesn't stop. This time, he keeps moving up and up until he can palm Matt's cock, running his hand along the length before he moves his hand higher to slip beneath the waistband of the garment and wraps his hand around his erection. He doesn't move immediately, just enjoys feeling just how hard Matt is and knowing that it's all because of him.]

[ He wants to sort of watch, to see what he's doing, as if he can't quite believe it's real if he doesn't see it with his own eyes. That that person rubbing his hand over his cock is not some random hookup, but Nate. His Nate, his best mate. And, you know, a bloke.

His body certainly doesn't seem to have any of the reservations his mind is prone to, his cock twitching and pulsing at the touch, and only even more so when that shifts from fabric to skin on skin. Nate's hand. His cock. He's not quite sure he's even awake. ]

You like my dick hard? Does that turn you on? [ ever vocal, he asks after a slight moan drawn from the way his teeth scrape his skin, the way his fingers grip around him ]

[Nate hums a quiet 'mhm' in response, releasing Matt's earlobe to move further down to his neck. His mouth moves over the skin there hungrily. He's not meek at all right now, trying to draw out the best reactions by licking, nipping, and sucking at the flesh.

Meanwhile, his hand begins to move with practiced ease. It's not just his own cock he's used to jerking off, but plenty of others as well. He keeps the movements slow, agonizingly so. It's more meant to tease than actually get him off. He wonders just how long Matt will let him go on like that before asking for more.]

[ Matt has had his fair share of hand jobs in his life, but none of them before have been delivered by someone who owns their own dick. Never by someone who knows how it feels, and exactly how to touch to get the right reaction. And fuck if Nate doesn't have him in pieces in seconds.

His hairs stand on end, and he shifts, leaning back into the sofa a little, his knees parting wider. He looks down to see the hand lost beneath the waistband, and in a hurried move he pushes himself up on a hand so he can push the waistband down over his hips and the bottoms off enough so that he can see what he's doing.

It's like torture. Like really fucking nice torture. One hand reaches out and grasps at the arm of the sofa, his fingers pressing into the fabric. ]

Jesus fuck. God Nate you trying to fucking kill me?

[ Because he wants more, oh he wants more. But at the same time he's not about to tell him to stop doing exactly that because, well, wow. ]

[It's a turn on to see Matt get so worked up, to feel as he lifts and pushes his clothing off just so he can see the way Nate is touching him. Yeah, he could get used to that. His own cock is still painfully hard from all of this, but he's focused on Matt right now. Those nearly desperate sounding words cause him to laugh lightly, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin of Matt's neck before he pulls back enough to respond.]

If I wanted to kill you, I'd have your cock at the back of my throat by now. Just trust me, yeah?

[His hand moves, this time lower. He releases Matt's cock to trail his fingertips over his balls, moving further and letting the tip of his middle finger just graze a bit further back. Nothing with any pressure or probing. Just a tentative touch to see how he might react to anything headed in that direction.]

[ You kiss your mother with that mouth? he says or... sort of says, there's more a breath and a moan on his lips than there is anything else.

As much as he's enjoying watching, his head throws back, and his eyes closed. He's not entirely paying attention then to that gentle journey of his hand. He knows it feels good, and that's about all he can think right now,

But then his hand doesn't stop there, and Matt's heart starts to race before his mind really catches up with why. ]

Nate

[ He says his name as though he intends it to be a warning, to tell him to back off. He is not having gay sex, thank you very much (even if he very much is). But then it isn't a warning that comes out. Instead the word is spoken more like a moan, like a desperate plea. His hand lifts and grabs at Nate's arm like he'd pull it back, and yet at the same time his knees seem to part all the more.

Quite the contradiction, is Matt.

But trust him. Nate says to trust him, and he does. ]

Shh, I've got you. [He says, laying kisses along Matt's neck before pulling back enough to see for himself. The sight of Matt's hard cock jutting out while his hand is tucked lower? Fuck, he's going to be hard for a week at the memory alone. He can sense the way Matt isn't sure how to feel about it, and that's alright. It hasn't be an outright no, so he's going to see if he can take things a little further. His finger is dry, which of course isn't ideal, but he knows if he draws his hand away it will be harder to convince Matt to let him get back to this spot again. So he can just take it slow. He's not planning on going very far with it anyway.

But as his hand moves further back (thanks to the further access he's given by spreading his knees further) Nate shifts to stop kissing Matt's neck, and instead moves much lower, leaning down to drag his tongue over the head of Matt's cock. The way they're positioned won't allow for much more than that, but he wants this to be enjoyable, and that's a sure thing in that department. While his tongue moves, he presses the pad of his middle finger with more purpose, gently massaging before slipping it in just to the first knuckle.]

[ With the shift in movement, it's Nate's shoulder that Matt ends up gripping next. Eyes down, he catches the moment his tongue covers the head of his cock. What was it he just said about being at the back of his throat? Fuck it's hard to concentrate.

He's really fucking terrified by this. Because it's really long past the point he can rationalise any of this as not gay (even if all of that rationale was utter bullshit). But he can't deny that it all feels good. His instinct is to stop him, and maybe even a small part sparks an unpleasant part of him that would shove him off and react badly. But he's done enough work over the last year or so to try and combat that.

Talk about a trial by fire.

He swallows down hard as he feels what his doing, every muscle tightening in a way that no doubt makes the task a little more difficult (and more pronounced on his end). For all the sex Matt has had, he's never had a girl go there, and so the feeling is completely new.

The next noise he lets out is almost a laugh, disbelief wrapped in a moan. ]

Christ, Nate.