The glasses come off and Matt can't help the smile that spreads across his face. He can bury it, though, by pressing his face into Tim's neck and kissing at the sensitive skin, moving over old and fading bruises he can feel are there.
Of course they're not exclusive, but Matt doesn't want to start any potential drama. Not rock the boat--he wants Tim on his back on his couch with the smell of coconut curry and pinot noir. He wants Tim.
There's a hitch, though--Tim moves his hands up Matt's shirt, a place dangerously near a broken rib courtesy of the Russians, and he flinches. Just until the other puts a hand near his ass and he lets out a very small, breathy half-moan.
Fuck it, he thinks, he wants to give all of himself to Tim so that maybe he'll give back. It's something Matt can hope for, and he sits up, shifts his weight, and slowly begins unbuttoning his own shirt.
He's cut, of course, thanks to his rigorous training regime and running around Hell's Kitchen, and there's a few blossoming bruises, some older than the others, the largest one being where his rib is broken. He doesn't say anything, doesn't comment--he'll have an excuse ready if Tim asks, but for now, he's letting his shirt fall next to the couch and already going for Tim's pants.
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Date: 2016-01-12 09:51 am (UTC)Of course they're not exclusive, but Matt doesn't want to start any potential drama. Not rock the boat--he wants Tim on his back on his couch with the smell of coconut curry and pinot noir. He wants Tim.
There's a hitch, though--Tim moves his hands up Matt's shirt, a place dangerously near a broken rib courtesy of the Russians, and he flinches. Just until the other puts a hand near his ass and he lets out a very small, breathy half-moan.
Fuck it, he thinks, he wants to give all of himself to Tim so that maybe he'll give back. It's something Matt can hope for, and he sits up, shifts his weight, and slowly begins unbuttoning his own shirt.
He's cut, of course, thanks to his rigorous training regime and running around Hell's Kitchen, and there's a few blossoming bruises, some older than the others, the largest one being where his rib is broken. He doesn't say anything, doesn't comment--he'll have an excuse ready if Tim asks, but for now, he's letting his shirt fall next to the couch and already going for Tim's pants.