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[Nate half-enjoys needling at Rafe because he can, and because it's not unlike poking a bear while the bear is tranquilized and heavily sedated. Rafe knows his own limitations based on the proximity between them, the bruised territory of his body, and what can and cannot be executed based on the current circumstances.

He's being somewhat too optimistic.]

Mmm.

[The spirit is willing but Rafe's flesh is not, a dragging kiss tempting Nate somethin' fierce but there's the reminder that he can't exactly ride Rafe sore, and the reminder alone should seriously go sit in a corner with his dwindling self-control.]

C'mon, baby. [Nate leans in, nipping at the sharp cut of Rafe's jaw.] I don't wanna hurt you.

[ Nate might be able to get away with it now, tossing peanuts through the bars wrought by bandages and aching ribs but Rafe has a long fucking memory. (Right now? Pun definitely intended.) ]

You won't, Jesus. [ Annoyance keeps Rafe's tone in the ballpark of needling in kind rather than outright whining. But seriously— Going without when Nate is right here? ] I can at the very least suck you off.

[ He tilts his head to offer a wider expanse for Nate to take advantage of, a hum under his breath before he reaches to palm at Nate's crotch. Two nicknames within the span of ten minutes and see, Rafe isn't even saying anything about it or raising a disbelieving eyebrow — if that isn't a sign of Rafe's willingness to compromise, he doesn't know what is. ]

That's ambitious when you can barely bend over.

[Nate grins around his concern, tickled by the effort Rafe wants to make in spite of the evidence that he really, really shouldn't. They can party just as well by...not...being as physic-

Yeah, it doesn't sound good even when he tries.

But he doesn't argue further, tipping his head to one side to duck up under Rafe's chin, to press a line of kisses along the column of his throat, the breathe deeply and with tremendous satisfaction at how goddamn lucky he is. If Rafe's hand happens to slip over his crotch then it would be impolite not to cant his hips in toward that contact, to hum against his skin.]

You know what they say. If Muhammad can't get to the mountain—

[ See? Nate knows just as well as Rafe does that denying this for a week is just sheer impossibility. Taking advantage of Nate's distraction, he can let his eyes close in enjoyment while those lips brush against his skin. His fingers stroke and squeeze lightly at what he can feel behind that fabric. It isn't enough to grab at yet but Rafe can work with that. ]

Get up a little closer.

[ Bossy again but Rafe doesn't care. Not when he can get Nate kneeling over him and his dick in Rafe's mouth to go and prove the singular point that in this, in this at least he can still be capable. ]

[It isn't that Nate accepts that as a fact, it's just that arguing with Rafe isn't entirely worth the effort, particularly when he gets implacable about being bedridden. Easier to indulge him so he doesn't strain too much, and Hell, if it means climbing onto the mattress with him just to keep him there, it might not be all that bad.]

Are you calling me a mountain?

[Nate half-laughs, half-giggles in disbelief, moving in and trapping Rafe by straddling his waist.]

Mountains can't move, y'know.

[ Six of one, half a dozen of the other. Either way Rafe gets what he wanted in the first place and never mind that it took twice as long to get here. ]

So I took liberties. Sue me.

[ His fingers trail up to Nate's hips and hook into his belt loops. So he's trapped. What a travesty. How will he overcome such a situation. Just ignore the slow-spreading grin on his face. Of course he's still aiming for Nate to get even closer and he yanks Nate to crawl farther up the bed while Rafe slips down a few inches. ]

Although. There are some similarities.

Oh my God. [Nate snorts, shifting up.] If you say "they're both rock-hard" I'm going to leave you alone in here.

[He's close enough now that Rafe can hook his arms around Nate's thighs, close enough that undoing his belt will be careful in the event that the buckle accidentally whacks Rafe in the face.

Nate cards the fingers of one hand through Rafe's hair, pushing it out of his eyes.]

It's not like a week off from straining yourself would kill you.

Please. [ He scoffs at the utter level of cheese necessary for a line like that, and fully aware that of the two people involved in this bed there's only one that would stoop to that level. ] I was thinking more you mess with either and you're shaking gravel out for a week after.

[ Nate's concern about belt buckles cracking Rafe's nose is touching, truly. Save for the fact that Rafe has enough coordination to avoid such an embarrassment— Contain your shock, please. He undoes Nate's fly without further delay just in time for those fingers in his hair and...god.

It's close enough that there's no way for Nate to see how Rafe's eyes slide shut at the sensation, head barely tilting into the touch as he exhales slowly against Nate's cock. It's a weakness he isn't happy admitting, never mind letting Nate take advantage of no matter the flush of warmth it sends flush up his spine. ]

It's not a strain. [ Another minor concession but he still makes up the lost ground with a ruthless bite at the line of Nate's hipbone, followed by a string of progressively lighter nips until he's mouthing at the side of Nate's dick. ] And it'd be a really boring week.

[Rafe is fairly certain that Nate doesn't notice the change when he catches a fistful of hair, and Nate is happy to let him continue to think that he isn't aware. There are so few chinks in Rafe's armor that finding one is something Nate has to keep close to the vest and this, yes, this, is too precious to gloat over.]

Boring, please.

[As if there aren't plenty of movies he could watch, plenty of hot cocoa he could drink. A lot of stuff worth catching up on. Notes! Research!

Inhaling sharply when he is gifted an unforgiving bite to his hip, Nate rubs his thumb over Rafe's scalp and sighs quietly when he's moved onto the long-suffering dick, hardening and completely at Rafe's mercy. He preemptively braces his free hand on the headboard for support.]

You alwaysnnh find something to do.

Comparatively, [ he counters, the words exhaled against Nate's cock in between teasing flicks of his tongue. ] There's a certain standard I've gotten used to.

[ It's true that Rafe can and will always find a way to occupy himself one way or another because otherwise he'd lose his damn mind to boredom but right now? Nothing much compares to breathing Nate in while Rafe laps at the head of his dick.

Is he teasing? No. Him? Never. All Rafe is doing now is following doctor's orders. You know — taking it slow for a little bit. ]

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