so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
”It would be nice to know a lot of things.” Nate agreed softly. ”Bur you know what they say: if wishes were horses you and I would... rule the world. Or something.” He paused to think about it, then shrugged. ”It’s a stupid saying. But it’s a little right too. There’s no point in worrying about things you can’t change, and that includes things you can’t understand.” it was as comforting as he could really be without being physical, but he was trying.
Sam posed, and Nate leaned in, eyes taking over the ginger while his body is half drawn off the seat, a metal shaving being drawn in to a magnet. ”Look at you darling.” He purrs, the pet name just feeling right for the moment, though he’s not willing to put much more thought into it than that. It’s just the moment, nothing that serious.
”Oh, you got the rope?” The purr is now a growl, Nate’s eyes hungry, his hand coming up to cup the bookmakers cheek firmly, and leaning in so their lips are touching when he speaks next. ”What are we waiting for them?” In an instant, Nate is standing, and reaching over to pull Sam up, then onto his shoulder in one easy movement. He carries his lover up the stairs. To the room, the bed they share, and deposits him on it, still fixing him with that look. ”What do you think we’re going to do with that rope?”
Sam posed, and Nate leaned in, eyes taking over the ginger while his body is half drawn off the seat, a metal shaving being drawn in to a magnet. ”Look at you darling.” He purrs, the pet name just feeling right for the moment, though he’s not willing to put much more thought into it than that. It’s just the moment, nothing that serious.
”Oh, you got the rope?” The purr is now a growl, Nate’s eyes hungry, his hand coming up to cup the bookmakers cheek firmly, and leaning in so their lips are touching when he speaks next. ”What are we waiting for them?” In an instant, Nate is standing, and reaching over to pull Sam up, then onto his shoulder in one easy movement. He carries his lover up the stairs. To the room, the bed they share, and deposits him on it, still fixing him with that look. ”What do you think we’re going to do with that rope?”
and no one can figure out what you want
and you won’t tell them
NATE
