you take the things you love and tear them apart or you pin them down with your body and pretend they’re yours
Nate stares at the file as it’s pulled out, as Sunjata grabs it. He’s not close enough to read it, but the feeling it sparks in his husband has the ascended shifting, stoking the anger he already carries in his chest. He doesn’t even notice the offered wrist at first, his gaze shifting slowly to the outstretched hand, following it back to Jack’s face.
No one in their right mind would call whatever there was between them friendship, but for something like this, Nate trusts him. Even if it’s going to cost them at some point. Without fully lifting his touch from Sunjata, Nate steps around to take Jack’s hand, adjust his arm. He’s delicate, in the kind of way that clearly takes a lot of focus to maintain, bright eyes closing as he bites.
The rush of sensation is never something he can manage to bite back completely, thrumming through him and lighting every nerve, but Nate has at least grown practiced at ripping himself away from it, literally and mentally. It’s not the moment, not for this. “Alright,” he rumbles thickly, tapping into stolen power, “let’s see it.”
No one in their right mind would call whatever there was between them friendship, but for something like this, Nate trusts him. Even if it’s going to cost them at some point. Without fully lifting his touch from Sunjata, Nate steps around to take Jack’s hand, adjust his arm. He’s delicate, in the kind of way that clearly takes a lot of focus to maintain, bright eyes closing as he bites.
The rush of sensation is never something he can manage to bite back completely, thrumming through him and lighting every nerve, but Nate has at least grown practiced at ripping himself away from it, literally and mentally. It’s not the moment, not for this. “Alright,” he rumbles thickly, tapping into stolen power, “let’s see it.”
NATE
