when you're all alone and you think of home
places you may have been and who you know
Outside of the moment, the heat of teeth and and lips and hands, shame washed over Nate in waves, a relentless tide that threatened to bowl him over with every step he took towards home. Sams home. Fuck.
At least he would have some time to figure out what to say, how to break it to the other man, so soon after they’d decided to be more serious. He had said he was trouble, after all. He had warned Sam. He just... hadn’t expected the warning to come true quite so soon. Nate hesitated at the door, taking a deep breath before entering the house, eyes closed, so he could try to regain some sense of decorum, some sense of normality.
He expected to hear Mia, weaving her way around his feet when he stepped in, meowing softly and greeting him, like she always did when it was just the two of them, but she never came. He opened his eyes then, quietly confused, and then quietly horrified as he gazed upon Sam. Sitting on the couch. Looking absolutely shattered. Had he already heard, already found out somehow? And... what was he doing back so soon anyway?
Nate cleared his throat, and ran a hand down his front, trying desperately to make himself look less rumpled, less fucked. ”Sam.” He said, too bright, too obviously guilty in his own ears. ”Why are you back so soon?”
At least he would have some time to figure out what to say, how to break it to the other man, so soon after they’d decided to be more serious. He had said he was trouble, after all. He had warned Sam. He just... hadn’t expected the warning to come true quite so soon. Nate hesitated at the door, taking a deep breath before entering the house, eyes closed, so he could try to regain some sense of decorum, some sense of normality.
He expected to hear Mia, weaving her way around his feet when he stepped in, meowing softly and greeting him, like she always did when it was just the two of them, but she never came. He opened his eyes then, quietly confused, and then quietly horrified as he gazed upon Sam. Sitting on the couch. Looking absolutely shattered. Had he already heard, already found out somehow? And... what was he doing back so soon anyway?
Nate cleared his throat, and ran a hand down his front, trying desperately to make himself look less rumpled, less fucked. ”Sam.” He said, too bright, too obviously guilty in his own ears. ”Why are you back so soon?”
awaiting the hand of god knowing i stand to fall
i stared into the pitch black to no hand at all
NATE
