Nate
”Why am I not surprised by that?” Nate said warmly, swiping his hand up Sams back. There was no real sensation to it, but it still satisfied some deep itch in Nate to have his hands moving over the other man, to have him so close. ”What answers are you trying to find?” Knowing Sam, there could have been almost anything on his mind, though Nate thought he might have an idea where the thoughts were skewing. There had been tensions with the other people in Sams life, and while Nate’s advice would be fuck them, they don’t deserve you now, that wasn’t necessarily something that worked for the other man. So instead he worried, loudly, and Nate had no idea how to help. How to put any of the worries at ease.
He shifted when Sam began to speak, moving so they could look at each other easier, so they could speak easier. So Sam could see the wide, salacious grin that spread over Nate’s face at the mention of last night. He only just resisted the urge to reach down between them and ghost his fingers over the bite marks littering Sams inner thighs. He shook the thoughts from his head at the actual question though, and hummed while he thought about it.
”Most people who’ve come in haven’t noticed, I mean... I’m not exactly advertising it. And the ones who do know have just accepted it, and take it as part of their visit. I mean, no one complains about the bite, especially when it helps me make a diagnosis.” Nate laughed.
So let's face it this was never what you wanted
But I know it's fun to pretend
But I know it's fun to pretend
Now blank stares and empty threats
Are all I have, they're all I have
Are all I have, they're all I have
