It sits at the top, like a rubber duck floating over a sea of swirling conflict: attraction, intrigue, a little wariness, the same sort of cocktail Nate has roiling in his own stupid brain. Holding back maybe because it feels right to...or because it feels wrong to reach out when he asked Nate here in the first place, and Nate tries not to speculate or dig, which is a Herculean effort with a hand wrapped around his.
Respecting the connection is important; he knows Ian wouldn't drag something out of him without ensuring it was necessary or freely given. It's easier to distract from the internal struggle by swallowing the desire to pry and shifting in, not so much tentative as respectful, watching him carefully. He can feel Ian's pulse. Or maybe it's his own. ]
You're a terrible liar.
[ Nate says softly, and finally closes the distance to - carefully, hesitantly - brush his mouth against Ian's. ]
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It sits at the top, like a rubber duck floating over a sea of swirling conflict: attraction, intrigue, a little wariness, the same sort of cocktail Nate has roiling in his own stupid brain. Holding back maybe because it feels right to...or because it feels wrong to reach out when he asked Nate here in the first place, and Nate tries not to speculate or dig, which is a Herculean effort with a hand wrapped around his.
Respecting the connection is important; he knows Ian wouldn't drag something out of him without ensuring it was necessary or freely given. It's easier to distract from the internal struggle by swallowing the desire to pry and shifting in, not so much tentative as respectful, watching him carefully. He can feel Ian's pulse. Or maybe it's his own. ]
You're a terrible liar.
[ Nate says softly, and finally closes the distance to - carefully, hesitantly - brush his mouth against Ian's. ]