[ john's the same in the sense that, for all the filth that leaves his mouth and that he's capable of with that mouth, a lot of the time it's all an act. a means to just disconnect from something— dissociate sometimes. from whatever mood might be trying to drown him beneath the surface.
so he huffs a little when nate goes and says that. stands there with him still, forehead pressed to his, gaze dropping down between them. ]
[ it feels so long ago now. when they'd first met. so many faces that were once here, now gone. memories. nothing more. still, he wears a crooked sort of smile there on his face. presses his forehead a little harder against nate's. ]
[ lifting his gaze to meet nate's, he kisses him then. slow. soft. sweet and tender. fingers brushing there against the nape of his neck he still holds. ]
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I want another threesome with you and Caliban every day.
[ A beat. ]
Sometimes I just want you, though. Sometimes I just want this.
[ Not sex, just this. It's close, it's soft, it's loving. And it's rare, compared to all the rest. It feels very personal. Sometimes he needs that. ]
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so he huffs a little when nate goes and says that. stands there with him still, forehead pressed to his, gaze dropping down between them. ]
Matchstick and hocus pocus. Remember that?
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[ It makes him grin, that memory. The way they'd been with each other at first. The easy banter. The flirting, before it was flirting. ]
I didn't know your real name for ages. You didn't go by it. I think you were my best mate before I knew your name.
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Now look where we are.
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In the house you share with the King of Hell. We've come far.
You remember when our nightmares came to life and we fought a sentinel? Crazy things.
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Yeah. Crazy things.
[ lifting his gaze to meet nate's, he kisses him then. slow. soft. sweet and tender. fingers brushing there against the nape of his neck he still holds. ]
I love you.
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I love you.
[ One hand moves up, thumb brushing John's lip. ]
Is it still rude I stay a while? Keep you company?
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[ john code for i love you, too. ]
You know you can always stay here. Not like me or Caliban would ever tell you you can't.