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Nate you think I've got the time? Come on. [ he laughs, which turns more into a moan. But despite that, and despite the fact he's easily lost to this, he can tell the question is genuine. ]

I don't know. Half ten, something like that? Fuck you need to go out don't you? [ he Stills a little ]

Do you need to-?

Need to? Probably. Want to? Fuck no. [His expression is clearly torn but he lets out a sigh.]

Just let me talk to him before he tries to send the police over or something ridiculous.

[ with a huge amount of reluctance, Matt pulls himself back from Nate and taps him gently on the backside. ]

Go on, call him. I'll get dressed and put the kettle on.

[ or At least he might were it the time he thinks it is ]

[Turning to face him, Nate kisses him softly.]

I'll make it up to you after breakfast. Promise.

[Getting up, Nate makes his way to the sofa to grab his phone. Glancing at the time, his heart seizes.]

Shit... [His eyes close briefly before he turns to head back to the bedroom.]

It's nearly 2. I've got to-- I mean I told him we'd talk and I just need to get this over with so that we can... Fuck, I'm sorry.

[ In the bedroom Matt is already pulling on his jeans, trying to shove his still slightly swollen cock in not the easiest of tasks. When Nate returns he looks to him, eyes wide.
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You're kidding. Fuck.[ He lifts a hand, wiping it over his face. How did they sleep so late?! ]

No. No Nate it's fine, it's fine, you go. I should be going anyway, check in at work. But text me, yeah? Just text me. It's fine, I promise.

Of course I'll text you. [He says, nodding as his phone lights up again with another call.] Fuck.

[This time he answers.]

Hi. Yeah, no I'm fine. Just overslept. Yeah, I know. Give me 20 minutes. I'll be there. Okay. Okay, yeah. Yes, I promise I'm fine. Alright, alright bye.

[He lets out a sigh and tosses his phone on his bed, looking frazzled but no less determined.]

I really don't want you to go. [He eventually says with a small laugh.]

I know [ he says as he grabs his tshirt and pulls it on over his head. ]

But I'm not going to run off, Nate. Okay? [ he lifts a hand and steps up to Nate, cupping his cheek as he leans in and presses a kiss to his lips. ]

Just text me, okay? Call me. And don't worry. [ Though he knows he will, will worry that this will break things, that Matt will come to his senses or just disappear. But he won't, he really won't. ]

Now go see your boyfriend.

[Nate stays close, as if remaining near him will mean he doesn't have to go.]

Ex. [He says after a moment.] Ex boyfriend.

[finally he breaks away to get dressed, finding his jeans and a new shirt to slip on.]

I'll text you. Soon as I'm home.

[ As soon as Matt leaves he heads back towards the castle, and the whole journey back he has a huge grin on his face. He can scarcely believe it. That they've done that, that he didn't freak out (or, well, too much, he did have a moment).

But fuck it was good, all of it was good, being with him. It just makes him know more than ever how much he wants him. And fuck he really wants him.

It's hard to concentrate when he's back, to focus on anything but what's going on with Nate. He worries, of course. His boyfriend might talk him round, or maybe he'll just change his mind. There's no guarantee he'll text. So he tries to pass time by working out and having an incredibly long shower.

In the lounge later, he's extremely aware of his phone in his pocket. ]

[It's almost 7 when Matt's phone buzzes in his pocket.]

Hey sorry about that. I just got in.

[ Matt's fidgeting through the day turned to concern, he had started to think he wouldn't be contacting him at all. Fuck, maybe Nate actually had seen sense and changed his mind. But then his phone goes off and he's never grabbed it so fast.

He waits a minute though before replying. Wants to look cool, obviously. ]

Everything okay?

Yeah, it's good. Not great, but good. Never had to break someone's heart before.

[ His relief makes him feel near sick. It's horrible to be relieved someone has broken up with someone, but god he really is. ]

What did you tell him?

That I thought we wanted different things. That I didn't want the life he was trying to build.

Bet he blamed it on me right?

He asked if it had anything to do with you being in town last night. I set him straight.

Well- you know what I mean.

[ normally Matt would take a joke like that and run with it, but today is anything but normal. ]

Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah

[And a few seconds go by before he adds]

You don't regret any of it, do you?

[ It takes him a while to reply to that one which... probably doesn't help Nate's constitution. When it comes, it's, well, succinct. ]

No.

[As short as that reply is, it makes Nate smile.]

Good

[ He isn't quite sure how to proceed. He knows he wants to, but getting there is easier said than done. So he probably gives it about half an hour before his next text. ]

So what now then?

[Nate tries not to worry between texts but it's difficult. So when Matt finally replies again, he answers right away. Not at all worried about looking cool tbh]

Not sure. Could start by telling me about that castle you live in.

Not sure I'm supposed to. Top secret and all that.

[ But then that text is followed up almost immediately by a series of about 5 pictures he's snapped on his phone from out in the grounds. ]

You're a crap secret agent. What if I was to sell these to someone? I could be the next Bond villain and you'd never know.

Bond villains don't care as much about ironing as you do.

Edited 2015-11-20 20:01 (UTC)