LOCKE
He does seem the type. He'd even agree if he felt more inclined. Instead he hums softly, head tilted just a bit. "Yeah. Think I might have.." Seems a hell of a lot better of a mood than last time they met. And Locke likes this side of Nate, he thinks. It's nice having someone to joke around with. Or whatever this little dance they're doing is.
Nate flip flops between flirtatious and predatory at the drop of a hat it seems and Locke can't quite figure out how to play the same game. Should he be less willing? Would Nate be into that? Before he can get caught up in his head, Nate is grinning and its all fangs and smugness that Locke can't handle. Another tiny noise as he averts his gaze. It's easy enough to do when he's putting things away.
When he turns though? Nate is a lot closer. He swallows thickly as Nate laughs. His eyes dart to the door before back again, "Anymore?" A chuckle, laced with nerves as a hand comes to rest on his shoulder. He's pulled forward and Nate is right, he does feel very small even if he's the taller of the two.
It seems like an eternity and no time at all passes between him standing there and him being pushed onto the bed. Locke doesn't have time to respond before teeth are pressing into his neck. One hand comes up to tangle itself into Nate's hair, pulling him closer with the other pushes against his chest, trying to get him off. Not that he doesn't want him there, it's just a lot all of a sudden.
The noise he makes is obscene and loud and he's glad there doesn't seem to be anyone else around. Not that he has the mental capacity at the moment to feel embarrassed. Whatever fear or nerves have been wholly shattered by the sheer pleasure he feels. Maybe he should've asked about how this was going to go first.. Either way, he's trying to push himself up off the bed and against Nate as best as he can.
Nate flip flops between flirtatious and predatory at the drop of a hat it seems and Locke can't quite figure out how to play the same game. Should he be less willing? Would Nate be into that? Before he can get caught up in his head, Nate is grinning and its all fangs and smugness that Locke can't handle. Another tiny noise as he averts his gaze. It's easy enough to do when he's putting things away.
When he turns though? Nate is a lot closer. He swallows thickly as Nate laughs. His eyes dart to the door before back again, "Anymore?" A chuckle, laced with nerves as a hand comes to rest on his shoulder. He's pulled forward and Nate is right, he does feel very small even if he's the taller of the two.
It seems like an eternity and no time at all passes between him standing there and him being pushed onto the bed. Locke doesn't have time to respond before teeth are pressing into his neck. One hand comes up to tangle itself into Nate's hair, pulling him closer with the other pushes against his chest, trying to get him off. Not that he doesn't want him there, it's just a lot all of a sudden.
The noise he makes is obscene and loud and he's glad there doesn't seem to be anyone else around. Not that he has the mental capacity at the moment to feel embarrassed. Whatever fear or nerves have been wholly shattered by the sheer pleasure he feels. Maybe he should've asked about how this was going to go first.. Either way, he's trying to push himself up off the bed and against Nate as best as he can.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
