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A bit, yeah. [He says with a shrug, like it's no big deal. Opening his freezer, he pulls out the ice cream and sets it on the counter to thaw a bit.]

It's weird. You can say the perfect thing one minute and then the next, you're asking for a blowjob like you want me to run out for some milk.

Because you're you! You! You're a mate! I've never had to think about you like that. I've never asked a girl for a blow job like that and I never would. It's like my brain won't work properly.

You whispered in my ear like you do for women. Why don't you just work on doing all the rest like that as well. The talking parts, I mean. Obviously, some stuff's going to be different.

I get that it's new and weird and probably confusing as hell for you. But if you ask for sex like that again, I will throw you right out.

[His lips curve up into a smile, giving away that well... no he won't. He's jut making a point here.]

[ He'd probably have a quip back at that, if not for the look on Nate's face. Instead it makes him laugh a bit, and he nods in agreement. He takes a drink from his glass and sets it down, before lifting both hands as if surrendering. ]

Okay, okay. I get it.

[ He reaches out, his hand for his to tug him over towards him, bringing Nate's hand towards his own hip. Once there, he lets it go and lifts his fingers to Nate's hair, brushing back through his tight curls. ]

I'm sorry. Okay? But you know what, Nate, [ there's a slight drop in his voice, something nearer a whisper, and something a little husky. ] I'd really like to kiss you. If that's okay with you.

Would you? [He says, just enjoying the way it feels to have Matt's fingers combing through his hair.] I think that would be alright.

[He thinks about getting a little more aggressive again, really show Matt who's boss. But he doesn't. He likes this, likes Matt finding his own way along with it.]

Was hoping you'd say that

[ he smiles and leans in to let his lips press to his, parting them a little so he can make the kiss more, soft still and yet deep, full, as his fingers push up into that hair, holding him close. Fuck but it still feels amazing to kiss him.

There's a pause then, forehead pressed to Nate's. ]

Doing better?

[Nate trembles a little as Matt's lips press to his, a soft noise escaping him. He can't help it. Matt just does it for him. As the kiss breaks, Nate lets out a shaking breath and laughs lightly.]

Better, yeah. Definitely better.

Good

[ He smiles, still staying close. He tries to think about what Nate said, think the same as he would as if Nate was any woman he's been with. ]

You smell really good [ he tells him quietly. Not sure if it's aftershave or just him. ] What is that?

Tried this new cologne out for tonight. Special occasion and all. [He keeps his voice just as quiet, matching Matt, making the moment all the more private.]

You like it?

[ He smiles a bit at that. Special occasion. He likes that. ]

Yeah I do.

[ His hand lifts a little along Nate's side, brushing softly over his shirt and up over his shoulder so he can shape his fingers around his neck, pulling him close again for another slow drawn out kiss. ]

I like a lot about you, Nate [ another whisper, lips to lips ]

[Oh, see this is what he was talking about, saying the perfect thing. God, it just makes him melt. Much better than the other thing.]

Like a lot about you too. [He replies, finding it a little more difficult to form proper words.]

[ Fingertips shift gently against Nate's neck as he just stands there, breathing him in, before he shifts in and lets his lips press to his neck, placing gentle kisses against his skin. ]

Fuck, you've got such amazing skin. So soft.

[ It's funny, because this? This is his thing. This is his MO. Compliments, and lots of them. Make the other person feel like they are all that matters. He doesn't know why his brain keeps shifting to something far more coarse. ]

[The moment Matt's lips touch his neck, words are a distant memory for Nate. His heart beats faster, breath coming quicker as well. All he can manage is one soft noise that sounds a great deal like Matt's name as his hands grab uselessly at the fabric of Matt's shirt at his waist.]

[ His lips trail up along Nate's neck, over to his jaw and along until he can find his lips once again, claiming them in a slow kiss that has him struggling to keep himself from just going all out. Because fuck he wants to go all out right now. But he imagines this as something brand new, not with his closest friend but with someone he's never touched, somebody he's never held. ]

Can I take you to bed? [ Another whisper ]

[His mind is foggy from the effect Matt's lips have on his neck, practically panting by the they're properly kissing again. The answer to Matt's question is yes. Of course it's yes, but those aren't the words that come out of his mouth. Instead, with eyes closed, he manages to murmur.]

What about the ice cream?

[You know, the carton he had just set out on the counter to thaw. Give him a break, Matt. You turned his brain to mush... much like the ice cream.]

[ The response isn't exactly the one Matt expected, but it is enough to make him really laugh. He smiles at him, the sort of smile that he just can't get rid of. ]

Yeah well you can bring that too if you like.

Maybe next time. Think I'll put it away instead. [He says, finally gathering his wits. Except he doesn't move at all to get the ice cream. He just stands there, still staring into Matt's eyes and breathing a little harder than normal. It's not his fault, really.]

Go on then [ He grins, a little pleased because... well his normal thing does work better. He really doesn't need to try so hard. Reaching over, he gives him a gentle tap on the backside. ]

Shall I meet you in there?

[Nate just nods, his cheeks a little flushed, moving to put the ice cream away as if he's in some sort of daze. He'll be there in a moment, Matt. Get comfortable.

It's not terribly long before Nate appears in the doorway to his bedroom.]

Hey.

[ By the time Nate joins him, Matt has taken off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt a little more. He stands by a side table and has a frame in his hands, looking at a picture there. ]

I can't believe you've still got this thing.

[ Years old, an image from an eighties night with mullet wigs and lots of legwarmers. They are both in it, as well as a bunch of their friends. Maybe there's also other pictures on the side that are more interesting than this one idk. ]

[Nate steps closer, as if to check which 'thing' he means, but of course he knows that frame by sight.]

It was the first time you invited me out. Sort of the start of... everything, I guess. We weren't just roommates anymore. Proper mates, then.

Really? [ he looks towards him, and seems surprised, like it had never dawned on him before. ] Yeah, fuck I suppose it was. You just looked like you needed a night out, you were so wound up. And fuck do you remember her? [ he points to a girl in the picture. ] Kelly. She was intense. She loved you.

[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.