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[ And there's a laugh louder than is probably polite in an establishment like this. ]

Fuck off you don't. Look at you! And you could cut people with those cheekbones. [ there's another little lean forward, sharing a secret ]

You know back when we first met I thought you were a model. You look like you'd fallen right out of one of those high fashion things.

[It's Nate's turn to laugh at that confession.]

What? Are you serious?

Yes I'm serious. And you seemed like a right little pretentious cock too which I was like yeah a model would be like that. But how the fuck should I know, I'd never met anybody like you before.

You're ridiculous. [He says, shaking his head.] I was sort of trying too hard back then anyway. Wanted to make sure I was artsy enough or something.

Yeah like that month you thought eyeliner was a good idea. [ because Matt notices everything Nate ever did, clearly. ]

So what's this then? Effortless? I bet you've got a whole wardrobe of skinny jeans, you fucking hipster.

Don't act like you weren't checking out my ass in those skinny jeans yesterday. You should be thanking me.

[ He laughs again, and this time the flush to his cheeks is a touch more red. ]

Notice that, did you? Thought I was more discreet than that.

Apparently I was just that distracting. [He grins and raises both eyebrows teasingly.]

These aren't jeans but they're just as tight, don't worry.

Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave. You know how it is. [ he glances up and to the side ]

I think we should get the bill. [ and he'll lift a hand to flag down the waiter to do just that ]

So no dessert then. [He says with a little smile, since that question from before wasn't entirely answered.]

Hey come on, don't be hasty. I didn't say that. I'm sure we can think of something.

Good. [That was definitely the right answer. Oh hey and its the waiter with the bill. It's... not cheap. Whoops?]

[ Once Matt might have had a heart attack at the three figure bill, but now he doesn't seem to care as he whips out his special credit card and pays without worrying about it declining. That done, he stands up, dusting down his suit jacket. ]
Shall we?

[Nate has a bit of nerves about how Matt will pay for the meal, but he's not even flinching at the bill. Once it's all settled, he stands as well and puts his scarf back on.]

Sounds good.

[And just because of their earlier conversation, he makes a point to walk ahead of Matt so he can get a good view of that backside.

You're welcome.]

[ There's a bit of a grin because he knows what ur doin, Jones. It's good. He likes it, and he has a damn good look before walking up beside him and giving him a slight shove with his elbow. Like a boy pushing a girl he likes in the playground. Good job Nate doesn't have pigtails or he'd be tugging them. ]

So. That desert then?

[He does his best to hide his grin, but fails miserably, pushing open the door for the both of them and laughing as they head out onto the street.]

There are some places around here. Or... I'm pretty sure I've got everything at home to whip up something?

[Gently drags him back to his place.]

Back to yours then. [ It's decided, clearly. ]

You mind if I get us a cab? [ It isn't that he wants to flash the cash, but he can afford it, and really, he wants to be alone with him as soon as possible. ]

[Nate blinks. That's definitely not the norm for them.]

Yeah, no that's fine. [And then he falls into an easy smile.] But if you're trying to impress me so I'll put out, you don't have to try so hard.

[ That makes him laugh as they walk along the road towards where its a bit busier and they might find a taxi ]

You know you used to ask me what it is I whisper into women's ears to get them all weak at the knees. Did you ever work it out?

Starting to, I think. But you should whisper a bit more so I can really make sure I've got it.

[ That's cheating, you know.

He laughs again, but fine, he can do that, and so he stops dead on, and turns back towards Nate, giving him that same look he'd give those women, that warmth in his smile and light in his eyes. And then he leans in, a hand lifting and tucking one of Nate's curls back behind his ear before he whispers.

And it's nothing like people might think, nothing to do with sex, nothing to do with what he wants to do with them. Nothing like that at all.

Each word is gentle, soft, a tickle of breath against his ear. ]

You look amazing tonight. You have no idea how beautiful you are. You don't even have to try, you've got me hooked.

[He's not expecting that. As the words wash over him, Nate's eyes close and he lets out a little rush of an exhale. His heart thumps in his chest, beating harder than ever before.

His mouth works open and shut, as if he might try to respond, but he can't. So instead he just reaches for Matt's free hand, gripping it tightly.]

[ Oh he knows that reaction, and it's usually that or something thereabouts that he usually gets when he does that little whisper. The words aren't always the same, but it's always in that vicinity.

At the hand grab, he looks down, but doesn't pull away, instead giving a slight grip back. ]

Told you it works. Secret is, Nate it can never be about you, it has to be about them. And you have to mean it. You have to always mean it.

Well, it works. It really works.

[He just stares at Matt for a moment, wondering how he let things go for so long without having this. This is everything to him. He glances out of the corner of his eye and sees a cab coming, causing him to raise his free hand to get the driver's attention.]

Might end up skipping dessert after all, if you keep that up.

[ When the cab pulls up Matt opens the door like a proper gentleman, ushering Nate inside so he can give his address to the driver before following in soon after. Settling down in the seat next to him, he turns his head towards him, and reaches to take his hand once again. Not because he has to, but simply because he wants to.

Leaning his head back against the seat a little, he nods. ]

We're really doing this, aren't we.