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[ 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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