for Matt

[tohearthesound]

Rache has been doing quite a bit of thinking since the last time he saw Matt; it was more productive than he expected. On the other hand, it left him unable to go any further without first talking to Matt again.

Which brings him to his seat at the bar tonight. No drink, no food; he's a little busy watching the room at the moment, but maybe later.

Comments

[tohearthesound]

Rache laughs in relief.

"I'm not entirely sure what I mean either?

But your enthusiasm is encouraging."

[semicharmed]

Matt does smile properly now.

"Well. The rumor is practice makes perfect."

He pauses.

"And I did just do the no-TMI spell, before I came in. I'm not sure what your timeline was for this."

[tohearthesound]

He grins back.

"I think now would be an excellent time."

[semicharmed]

He beams.

"That leaves the question of location."

[tohearthesound]

"My room sounds nice," he replies.

[semicharmed]

"Your room it is," Matt says gallantly.

He bends down to pick up his bag.

[tohearthesound]

A short time later:

Rache unlocks the door to 122, holding it open for Matt. Not much has changed since the last time Matt was here, although there are a few more books scattered around. (More novels, in particular, with some poetry. And one particular volume of sonnets on the nightstand.)

"...welcome back."

[semicharmed]

Matt takes in the more-or-less familiar space, smiling.

There is something charming about the scattered books.

"Thank you," he says.

He tilts his head and removes his bag from his shoulder. "Anywhere I should drop this?"

[tohearthesound]

Rache shrugs.

"Nowhere in particular."

There's room on top of the dresser, or near the armchair.

[semicharmed]

Matt generally opts to deposit his possessions on the floor rather than people's tables or shelves, so: down the messenger bag goes, on the floor near the chair.

He turns back to Rache, with the general attitude of somebody who doesn't know what to do with their hands all of a sudden.

(He's still smiling, though.

It may be incurable.)

[tohearthesound]

Thankfully, Rache has some idea of what to do. (At least for starters.)

He takes a seat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. "Come sit with me?"

[semicharmed]

That seems like a very fine plan.

"You got it," Matt murmurs.

He comes to join him, sliding over the mattress to sit close by.

[tohearthesound]

Rache shifts closer to him immediately, tucking one arm around Matt.

He rests his head on Matt's shoulder, tilting his face against Matt's throat. He inhales slowly. (Matt smells nice.)

[semicharmed]

Matt's breath doesn't quite catch, but his pulse quickens.

Slowly, his head tips back.

[tohearthesound]

He presses his mouth to Matt's throat, slowly parting his lips until he can flicker his tongue between them, dragging over Matt's skin.

[semicharmed]

Now his breath does catch.

"Oh," he murmurs.

[tohearthesound]

Rache chuckles softly, placing a second kiss beside the first.

[semicharmed]

He laughs, a soft contented sound, and glances down quickly to locate Rache's hand.

His fingers fumble for it.

[tohearthesound]

Rache closes his hand gently around Matt's fingers.

His mouth, meanwhile, traces a path slowly up the side of Matt's throat to his jaw.

[semicharmed]

Matt's thumb strokes Rache's hand.

It almost frightens him, the way the want surges up. Even without the magic to give him away, Rache has to hear it in his heartbeat: Yes please I want you I want you now--


It was easier, in a way, to hold back entirely.

[tohearthesound]

Rache knows the feeling.

(He wants to jump back into this with both feet, as if nothing has changed, but so much has and the threat of recoiling from this--from Matt--looms large in the back of his mind.

He is going to be careful. But he is also going to have what he wants.)

After a passing nip at Matt's jaw, Rache kisses his mouth. It's nothing like the kisses they've shared recently downstairs. Those were restrained by nerves and the knowledge of an audience. This is bold and a little demanding, a dare, and yet tender still. Rache brings his other hand up to cradle Matt's jaw.

[semicharmed]

And this, Matt will eventually (or never) tell him.

Is exactly why I think I'm in love with you.

He returns the kiss and the dare, his own need and yearning against Rache's mouth. His fingers twist in Rache's, squeezing.

[tohearthesound]

Rache makes a low, pleased sound, letting his mouth open against Matt's.

[semicharmed]

Matt sighs softly into the kiss, leaning against him.

His head tilts for a better angle.

[tohearthesound]

Rache adjusts slightly, turning more towards Matt.

The hand on Matt's jaw slides gently down his throat, curling over his shoulder.