NATE
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
There was a delicate touch on his proffered wrist, Nate moving with the gentle pull of Sams fingers. There was one last check to make sure he was good, and he offered one last confirmation, his eyes focused on the point where the other mans mouth was going to meet his skin.
If he were more self aware, Nate might realize how similar this feeling was to other mind shattering things he’d tried. He might think about how easy it would be to get addicted to this feeling, and the man who gave it. But he wasn’t, and the only thing that crossed his mind was a sudden awareness of his pants being too tight.
Nate sucked in a shuddering breath, his eyes lidded, nearly closed, but open just enough to see the same expression on Sam’s face. Enough to meet his eyes. He couldn’t move, didn’t want to disrupt the delicate connection of his wrist and Sam’s mouth, but he needed to reach out. There was a strand of hair out of place, Nate’s fingers brushing it back, then not moving away. Then he was leaning in. Sam has to be coming up soon, Nate’s vision was starting to swim and if he wasn’t so gripped by pleasure he might be worried. All he wanted to do was pin the other mans lips with his own and touch him.
