Nate
There's a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Another laugh left Nate, this one light with the knowledge that he’d have at least a moment longer to simply enjoy the feeling of another body, another incredibly attractive body near him. T wasn’t often that he got to enjoy it without stress, though Adams words have him hope that it would be a reoccurring event. ”I’m glad it’s my dick that makes us friends, and not my charming personality or devilishly good looks.” He teased. ”And I’m not planning on going anywhere, so I won’t dosappear on you.”
The feeling of eyes on him made Nate tip his head up, cracking open his eyes to follow Adams gaze a moment before he spoke. A crooked little smile spread over his lips. ”What if I just got them to look cool?” He teased, not that that was the case. Most of his tattoos had meaning, and he was happy to talk (and lie) about them with someone else. Nate shifted, pulling Adam with him so he could sit up and rest against the arm of the couch.
”The birds for my name. It’s a wren, and I’m a wren.” Nate laughed, and tipped his head back, showing off the piece going across his chest. ”The snake is like... I dunno. Part of a promise to myself to get rid of all the terrible shit in my life.” A hand came up to tap at the rat. ”No matter what I do, it’s gonnq be a part of me, right? But I can still use it to grow.” There was no way to explain his thoughts without making it seem embarrassing, but Nate thought he’d done well enough. ”What about yours, huh?”
The feeling of eyes on him made Nate tip his head up, cracking open his eyes to follow Adams gaze a moment before he spoke. A crooked little smile spread over his lips. ”What if I just got them to look cool?” He teased, not that that was the case. Most of his tattoos had meaning, and he was happy to talk (and lie) about them with someone else. Nate shifted, pulling Adam with him so he could sit up and rest against the arm of the couch.
”The birds for my name. It’s a wren, and I’m a wren.” Nate laughed, and tipped his head back, showing off the piece going across his chest. ”The snake is like... I dunno. Part of a promise to myself to get rid of all the terrible shit in my life.” A hand came up to tap at the rat. ”No matter what I do, it’s gonnq be a part of me, right? But I can still use it to grow.” There was no way to explain his thoughts without making it seem embarrassing, but Nate thought he’d done well enough. ”What about yours, huh?”
