Bartender I Really Did It This Time

so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge

and you want it dirty

Nate laughs again at Sunjatas belated offer, reaching out to stroke along his face and through his hair again. It is an endlessly fond gesture, one that Nate is only sparing because he’s sure everything about this night will be too much of a haze for the other man to really remember. ”Maybe I will next time.” He says, so certain about a next time already. It doesn’t even occur to Nate to think the opposite, that this is a one time deal.

It takes almost nothing to get Nate into the bed properly, at the first weak tug he’s swinging his legs up, shifting so he’s comfortable to lay against. He is cool against the near fever hot body beside him, his arms open and inviting. ”I won’t go anywhere.” He promises, a single hand stroking along Sunjatas side. ”You’re confortable, right?” More quiet concern, and Nate pulling him closer, the hand on his side moving all the way down to the attuned’s hip.

This is closer than he had necessarily meant to get, but now that he was this close, Nate couldn’t pull away. He was content, full, and absolutely fucking stuck in this now. All he could do was hope the other man would feel so clingy, so close in the morning, or whenever he woke up.

and no one can figure out what you want

and you won’t tell them

NATE