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David was feeling in a particular kind of mood. Horny, that was the only way to describe it. There was no point kidding himself. In fairness, it wasn’t exactly his fault. He was in the kitchen watching Matteo cooking, standing at the counter, chopping vegetables. His boyfriend was wearing a loose-fitting pale blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his arms. It was David’s shirt but he loved it on Matteo, and he loved him showing off his arms. There was a tea towel over his shoulder and he was swaying to some quiet music that was playing from the speakers.
David couldn’t help it, he wanted to touch, wanted to do more than touch. He stood up from the stool and approached Matteo, draping himself over him, placing his hands on his hips, dipping his thumbs underneath the waistband of his jeans. Matteo sighed and shifted back, pressing closer.
David couldn’t help himself, he started to press kisses along Matteo’s collarbones, his hands tracing up his chest and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, giving him better access. Matteo shuddered in his arms and sighed, leaning against him fully now, making David support his weight. He didn’t mind one bit, all that was on his mind was taking care of his boyfriend, loving him, worshipping him.
He knew they were supposed to be having dinner but it had been weeks since they’d last done this. Yes, he was horny but he also just missed him. Missed the closeness, the intimacy. He’d been so busy with film school, second term was far harder than the first and it had wiped him out. He’d been staying late at school, working on intense projects. His workload was immense. All he’d been able to do the past few weeks was come home and crawl into bed.
Matteo left early for work so that was also out of the question. He’d also been tired anyway, not really in the mood for anything that expended too much energy. It got like that sometimes but as long as he got cuddles David was perfectly happy.
But he’d missed his boyfriend, wanted to spend the next few hours just the two of them, locked away in his room. Forgetting about work and school and deadlines. He wanted nothing on his mind but Matteo, wanted to be the only thing going through Matteo’s head. Just them, the rest of the world forgotten.
They had the whole weekend, David had finally caught a break in his schedule that coincided with Matteo’s, but he couldn’t wait to be done with dinner, he wanted Matteo right now. Wanted to focus all his energy on him.
He reached behind him and turned off the oven that Matteo was preheating.
“David,” Matteo whined.
“You hadn’t even started,” David teased, tracing his lips up Matteo’s neck and along his jaw.
“Because of you distracting me,” Matteo muttered.
“Well you’re distracting me, looking so good up here,” David said, pressing a kiss just behind his ear, causing him to shiver and collapse the last of his weight into David. David just tightened his grip, held him tight.
Matteo sighed and turned in his arms. David’s hands immediately going back to his waist, his head ducked to press his lips to Matteo’s chest, now exposed from the shirt that was hanging off his shoulders.
“David,” Matteo whispered.
David just smirked and continued to trail kisses over his chest.
“Not in here David,” Matteo warned.
He was right of course, getting caught by Laura would be mortifying. She was out with friends but it would be just his luck for her to return and walk in on them. He just grinned and straightened up. He reached down and grabbed Matteo’s wrist, tugging him toward the bedroom and ignoring his grumbling about the state he’d left the kitchen. As soon as they were safely in his room he pushed Matteo against the door and locked it then dragged him over to the bed, practically throwing him onto it, then climbing on top of him.
“Ok?” he checked, tugging off his t-shirt. There was nothing underneath, it was hot in the apartment and it had just been the two of them all day. David wasn’t ashamed to admit he was pretty much still in his pyjamas. Not quite but a baggy t-shirt and joggers. They really were having the laziest Saturday. The only reason Matteo was even wearing a shirt was because he’d been rifling through David’s wardrobe and had picked it out. Matteo stared up at him, eyes wide, blinking as he caught up with the fact he was suddenly on the bed.
“Er… yeah,” Matteo said slowly, still a little dazed from being dragged about all over the place.
David gave him a moment to adjust to being flung about like that. He just grinned down at him and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his shirt, pulling him up and pushing it off his shoulders.
“Ok?” David checked again as his hands drifted down to the waistband of Matteo’s jeans, he knew they were going fast and tried to slow things down a little.
Matteo nodded and David helped him out of his jeans then wriggled out of his joggers, unlike Matteo he hadn’t even been wearing underwear. Clearly, he’d woken up like this. Ready to go, it was amazing he’d made it all day without jumping Matteo if he was honest. Probably only managed as long as he did because neither of them had gotten up till midday. It had been a tiring week. He was awake now though.
He reached out and cupped a hand around Matteo’s face, leaning down to kiss him softly. “Still ok Matteo?” he asked, just a whisper against his lips.
“Yeah,” Matteo murmured.
He waited.
“I’m ok,” Matteo said, a little louder, a little firmer.
David grinned and lay back down over him, kissing him slow and deep until he was shuddering in his arms. He slowly crawled down his body running his fingers down his chest, following them with his lips. Gentle kisses, keeping things slow.
Eventually, he reached Matteo’s hips. He grinned up at Matteo and reached for the waistband of his boxers, just tracing it with his fingers. He dipped his index finger under the elastic, about to check when Matteo shivered violently and gripped his wrist. Tight.
David frowned and watched carefully, pulling his finger back and tracing it over the fabric, soothing him.
“Matteo still ok?” he checked, still watching his face. David was certain now that the answer was no but he wanted to see what Matteo was going to say.
“Yeah fine,” Matteo said but it was clear he was the furthest thing from fine. His eyes were closed tight. The hand that didn’t have a grip on his wrist was balled into a fist. His whole body was tense, trembling slightly but not in a good way.
David frowned. When he moved the hand at Matteo’s waistband the grip on his wrist became tighter than ever. Painful almost.
“Just… I need a minute,” Matteo muttered.
“No Matteo,” David whispered, the flash of fear and devastation in his eyes when he opened them made David feel ill. Slowly, carefully David extricated himself from Matteo’s grip and climbed off of him.
Matteo immediately sat up. “No wait, I can, I’m ok David don’t go,” he said panicky.
“Matteo I’m here, I’m not going, I’m here,” he insisted, pulling on his joggers again. Then he grabbed a soft sweater and another pair of joggers and handed them to Matteo. He waited but Matteo just stared down at them. David put the joggers aside but tugged the sweater over his boyfriend’s head. When he was covered again he relaxed slightly.
David placed a hand in the centre of his chest and pushed him down, laying beside him, reaching out and stroking the hair from his face.
“Sorry,” Matteo muttered eventually.
David had been expecting that.
“What for?” he asked gently.
Matteo shrugged.
“Matteo I’m sorry but we have to talk about this ok? Why are you sorry?”
“For not feeling like it, it’s been weeks and I just…”
“You don’t want to have sex?” David clarified, keeping his tone as gentle as possible without coming across as patronising.
Matteo sighed and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He swallowed hard and tried to blink back tears. David kept a little space between them but reached out and held his hand over Matteo’s. Matteo grabbed it and held tight.
“Yeah,” he whispered.
“It’s ok, you know that right?”
“You wanted to,” Matteo said.
David sighed, he’d hoped that wasn’t what Matteo was thinking but he wasn’t surprised that it was.
“I did, but not if you don’t, never if you’re not into it. You understand that right? That I never want to do anything if you aren’t feeling up to it,” David said.
Matteo shrugged again and David sighed. Matteo was holding things back. They were very open, never did anything without talking it through, making sure they were both comfortable.
It was absolutely necessary for David, the night before their first time they’d talked about it at length. It had been a pretty awkward conversation both of them dumb, nervous, and inexperienced with what they were talking about. But at the same time the words flowed easy between them as always. They could laugh at their nerves, tease each other when they floundered it was fine. And it had helped a lot. David was able to express his fears over his body, make it clear to Matteo that it might be difficult for him but that he wanted to try, wanted to be intimate with him. And Matteo had been just as unsure, for different reasons but he was just as nervous as David. But he wanted it just as much and it had been perfect. It had been clumsy and they had been nervous but the only word David could ever use to describe that first time was tender.
He’d never thought it could be as easy as that with another person but he knew it was because they talked. They talked and they laughed and they even bickered but it was always so good.
And even though Matteo was a little awkward about it, tried to brush it off with a shrug they kept talking always. Before, during, after, and David was sure it was always good for that exact reason.
He always made sure Matteo spoke up because he was bad at putting his own comfort first sometimes. This was what was happening now. So they needed to talk. He sat up and pulled Matteo up with him, sitting opposite him with legs crossed.
“This is important, we can’t brush over it, ok Matteo? I need you to talk to me without shrugging it off, I need you to tell me how you’re feeling right now,” David said.
“Like shit,” Matteo muttered.
“Ok thank you, why?”
“Just do.”
“It’s ok to not want to have sex,” David reminded him.
“We haven’t had sex in weeks,” Matteo countered, David was aware of it but as something that was at the back of his mind. For Matteo, it had obviously been eating at him.
“Yeah I know, but that doesn’t mean we have to right now. Yes I know I jumped you but I was just horny, have been all day. You were standing there looking hot and I couldn’t help myself. But we don’t have to do anything ok?”
Matteo sighed and reached out to the nightstand, David frowned as Matteo pressed the box of medication into his hand then threw himself down on the bed, curling away from him.
David almost always got Matteo, could read him easily, even when he was horny and his boyfriend was lying to him, trying to push himself, he could read him. He’d sensed something was up, slowed down, kept checking. Nothing was ever going to happen there, even if Matteo had insisted he was fine.
Sometimes Matteo didn’t say much and he didn’t need to, David almost always understood him. This was not one of those times, this time he needed Matteo to explain what was going on in his head.
He turned over the box of Matteo’s antidepressants and slipped out the little blister strips. The pills had been popped through up to Saturday, that was today so he wasn’t behind. The little pamphlet fell out. Hadn’t even been unfolded. David had to admit he was just as bad, had read it the first time he got his shots and never bothered since. Even though he was supposed to. He read through the various directions of Matteo’s meds then sighed.
“You think it’s the meds?” he asked.
“Yeah I think so, I just… since I started it’s like it’s all just slowed down,” he mumbled.
“It says temporary,” David reminded him.
“It’s been four months David,” Matteo said, finally turning to look at him.
Matteo had gone onto antidepressant medication after a particularly heavy episode. A month where just getting out of bed wiped him out, where he could do nothing but work and sleep. Unable to show interest in anything, struggling to eat, to make himself take care of himself. His nights spent crying and stressing, pacing the bedroom frantically until he collapsed.
He’d been in therapy for three months at that point and his therapist had pushed him to the doctors. Two appointments and some bloodwork to confirm there was nothing physical and he had a confirmed diagnosis of depression. And he needed to take medication, it wasn’t going to go away. It wasn’t necessarily forever but it was something he needed right now.
David tried to count back check the correlation but it was hard. They didn’t have sex that whole month he was depressed for obvious reasons. There had been no immediate change to Matteo’s mood with the pills, he just slowly started to feel better. Gradually his energy increased and things started going back to normal, they’d had sex maybe a handful of times since he’d come out of it. David couldn’t tell if it was the medication or his recovery. Possibly both.
He put the pills and the papers back in the box and tossed it aside, laying down beside Matteo.
“Talk to me, don’t shrug, please talk to me, tell me what’s going through your head,” David said.
“It’s… it doesn’t matter, I’ll talk to my doctor, I’ll get them to switch to something else,” he said.
David shook his head. “No you won’t Matteo,” he said.
“But-”
“Why would you switch?” David asked.
“Because we can’t have sex when I’m like this,” Matteo said, sounding like it was the most obvious reason in the world.
“Ok but… for me or for you? It’s only valid if it’s because you want to have sex, if you’re doing it because you think I want to then it’s not ok,” David said.
“I…”
“Are they helping you? The meds?”
Matteo closed his eyes and nodded. “I don’t… I feel so good in my head David, it’s not… nothing’s better but it’s just… it’s not so hard anymore,” he said.
“Then I don’t think you should give them up, not yet,” David said.
“Is it ok?” Matteo asked quietly.
“Come here,” David said, pulling Matteo close.
Matteo rolled on top of him and David ran a hand through his hair
“It’s ok with me, is it ok for you?” David asked.
“I… I don’t know,” Matteo said.
“Then let’s talk it through.”
“Hm?
“Talk to me Matteo,” David said, tracing his fingers down Matteo’s sides, rubbing soothing circles on his waist. Reminding him that he still wanted him, even if they couldn’t do anything right now or ever David always wanted him. Desired him but not just for sex, it was so much more than that. He wanted his company, his touch, wanted him to hold him on his off days, comfort him the only way he knew how. He wanted to be with Matteo all the time and this wasn’t going to change that.
“I don’t want to never have sex again,” Matteo mumbled.
David knew this was hard for him, was making him feel inadequate, broken, wrong. It was bullshit, sex didn’t make them whole. It was wonderful, perfect with Matteo every time, David wanted it always but it wasn’t a need. It didn’t make him any less that he couldn’t right now. It didn’t make either of them any less if they didn’t want or couldn’t have sex. Because Matteo seemed to be forgetting that there were days when David couldn’t stand sex, couldn’t let himself be vulnerable even with Matteo. And those days, while less now, still happened sometimes.
“Ok but right now?” David asked.
“I don’t want to go back to how I was,” Matteo admitted.
David nodded, tightening a hand on his waist. Matteo was recovering, that was more important. That he got well again. He’d just been through such a lot, he needed to take time. And they had plenty of time, David wasn’t going anywhere.
“Ok so not all antidepressants will kill your sex drive,” David said.
“Mm.” Matteo just buried his head in David’s neck.
“But these work for you right now, it’s only been a few months, and it could still be temporary. It’s not just the meds Matteo you’ve just been through it, that takes a toll on your body as well as your mind,” David said, bringing his hands up to wrap around Matteo’s back, holding him close.
“I think if I talk to Lea, tell her how I’m feeling, that I don’t want this to be forever, come up with a long term plan,” Matteo suggested, finally sounding a little hopeful.
“Yeah?”
“But it’s going to be a while I… I feel mentally stable for the first time in so long, as in… it’s not looming over me. I know I might get depressed again but for the first time, I think I can handle it or recover quicker. I don’t know, in my head I feel ok. I just… right now I don’t want to give that up just for sex. I love you and I love having sex with you I promise but…”
David had never doubted that but he could see Matteo’s worries. That he would read into it too much, start thinking that Matteo no longer desired him. And he couldn’t bear that thought, the idea of hurting him like that. But David knew that wasn’t what this was. He knew Matteo desired him, saw it in every look he gave him, felt it in the way he constantly touched him, fingers always lingering on his skin. Matteo wanted him always. That desire was about more than sex and it hadn’t gone anywhere. David wasn’t worried at all.
“Your mental health is so much more important Matteo. I know you love me, nothing could ever make me doubt that. You know I love you regardless right? We never have to have sex again if you don’t want to. It changes nothing. I love you ok?”
Matteo closed his eyes from the relief, clearly happy that David got it. “But…”
“Look what about those days where I can’t have sex without a t-shirt or even worse when I need a hoodie too and it’s so warm and uncomfortable but it’s the only way I can stand it. And it’s like why are we even bothering, except I want you, that doesn’t change I just can’t be as exposed sometimes. And what do you do? You wear a hoodie too to make me feel better, so that we’re the same and we’re both absolutely sweating and dying but it’s fun. Because it’s you. It’s fun and it’s silly and it takes my mind off of my worries.
“What about when I just can’t let you touch me in certain places because it hurts me, or the days where it really is just impossible and we can’t do anything. We’ll start and it hits me and I just can’t continue. Never once have you pushed or pressured me why would you think it would be different for you?”
David knew exactly why he thought that.
“Because this is just me being-”
“Matteo,” David warned.
“I…”
“This isn’t your fault, do you know how important your comfort is to me? Do you have any idea how much this whole thing is scaring me because I have to ask you a horrible question and I’m scared to hear the answer?”
“What?” Matteo mumbled.
David gave him a squeeze and took a deep breath.
“I need to know if you’ve done this before,” he said.
Matteo tilted his head, looking up at him confused.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
“I… you tried to push yourself today, into doing something you didn’t feel like doing because of the medication. I think maybe you weren’t even able to push yourself, because of the meds. Because right now the thought of sex is impossible. I need to know if before all this, if you’ve ever pushed yourself,” David said.
He was a little afraid to hear the answer. It was complicated, they were both still learning, had gone into this inexperienced. David had had boundaries he wasn’t willing to cross, Matteo had respected that. But he didn’t quite know his own boundaries, didn’t have the same limits David did. But David would always err on the side of caution rather than risk pushing a boundary Matteo didn’t know he had. He wasn’t over cautious, he just read Matteo’s comfort levels in his face his body language, checked in with him made him speak up. Matteo did the same for him always.
“Not…”
“Matteo I need you to tell me if you’ve ever pushed yourself,” David insisted.
“No or… nothing like this just sometimes…”
“Tell me, please. Talk to me. There’s nothing wrong, I’m not upset with you. I just… I need to know if I’ve pushed you or you’ve pushed yourself and then we can try not to let that ever happen again,” David insisted.
“Sometimes, it’s just… you’ve never done anything I didn’t want. But… I don’t know…”
David just waited, he needed to speak up, voice this. Matteo stared at him waiting for him to fill the silence but he didn’t.
“I’ve never lied, when you ask if it’s ok and I say yes it always is but…"
“But?“
“Sometimes it’s only just ok,” Matteo explained.
“On the very edge of ok?”
“Yeah and it really could go either way, and… I’ve never not enjoyed it but…”
Matteo pressed against him, desperate to let go of this. David wouldn’t but he wouldn’t push either.
“Ok ok. One day it might go the other way and it makes me nervous that you might not speak up, Matteo I need you to promise me you would,” David insisted, trying not to sound too desperate.
“But-”
“But nothing Matteo,” David said.
“It’s not a big deal,” Matteo reasoned.
“You know what maybe it isn’t, maybe we have sex when you’re a bit too tired and it isn’t as fun, no big deal right? But then you keep doing it when you’re tired or you’re not feeling it, or even worse we have sex when you’re really not in a good place. How could we come back from that? And Matteo it’s only fun when we’re both enjoying it. If I’m in a bad place you would never even consider having sex, it’s the same, it’s exactly the same ok?”
“Ok but-”
“Matteo-”
“No no, but those times when it’s a bit hit and miss, I… you know,” Matteo said.
“I know what?”
“With you, when it’s you sometimes we have to stop?”
“Yeah,” David said quietly, as distressed as he was getting about this he was just as guilty as Matteo of pushing himself sometimes. But he never pushed too hard, knew his limits and they’d always stop.
“But with me sometimes we slow down first, we stop and wait a bit and then I want to, I always end up wanting to. Not because you’re pressuring me,” Matteo explained.
“It just takes longer sometimes?” David checked.
“Yeah,” Matteo said, smiling up at him now that he got it.
“Ok,” David said, feeling relief wash over him.
That was ok, he could handle that. He always knew to slow down, if that was enough for Matteo, that they just take a bit more time, he trusted him.
“I don’t want to never have sex again,” Matteo reiterated.
David grinned. He knew that, knew right now the state that Matteo was in mentally the urgency wasn’t there. But as he improved he would start getting frustrated, the need would come back. That’s when he could speak to the doctor.
“I know,” David assured him.
“It’s just… I wanted to earlier or… I wanted you, that’s why I kept it going, I didn’t want to have sex or I didn’t feel like it but I still wanted you… sorry that makes no sense?”
It made perfect sense. David knew exactly what Matteo wanted. He smiled then and pushed Matteo up off him so they were sitting again, then he reached out and pulled at the hem of Matteo’s sweater.
“David,” Matteo whispered.
“Trust me?”
Matteo sighed and nodded. He let David undress him again, unhurried this time, no urgency to it. He just lazily pulled the sweater over his head then lovingly ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it back down. He reached out and cupped his face, kissing him tenderly. Matteo pulled back and blinked at him, a little dazed, a little unsure but David was going to take care of him.
David pushed him gently until he was laying down, then he settled beside him. He ran his hands slowly down his body, over his shoulders, down his chest, watching the skin pebble in the wake of his questing fingers. When he reached the waistband of Matteo’s boxers again he waited.
“Can I take them off?” he asked.
“Why?” Matteo whispered, not nervous or uncomfortable, just curious.
David just pressed a kiss to his lips then pinged the elastic causing Matteo to shove him away laughing. David grinned and pulled off his joggers before pulling Matteo back to him. His hand settling on his waist again, Matteo’s hand drifted down to his wrist, not gripping as tight as before, just holding him in place.
“Just want to lay with you,” David said.
Matteo stared for a moment then smiled slowly. He nodded but his hand was still on David’s wrist so he waited. After another moment Matteo nodded again and let go of him. David pushed off his boxers then put his hand back on Matteo’s hip, pulling him close and covering them both with the blankets. He tangled their legs together and sighed.
“Nothing will ever take this from us,” David whispered, “this intimacy we have is not rooted in sex. It comes from how comfortable we are with each other. I could never be like this with anyone but you. It’s a vulnerability I could never show anyone else. Matteo, it’s trust on a level I could never have even imagined before I met you, it’s love,” he said.
“It’s need too,” Matteo said.
“Need?”
“For me, it’s need I… I need this, to be close like this, nothing has ever felt as good on my skin as you,” Matteo whispered.
David held him closer. He knew exactly what he meant, it was different. For Matteo he couldn’t stand certain things touching him but even when he was stressed David’s touch was welcome because he trusted David not to touch when it was too much, trusted him to listen when he revoked that right to touch. For David, it was the idea of being naked with another. He never thought it would be something he could do and certainly not before his body was further along in his transition.
And yet here he was, completely naked in the arms of his boyfriend, skin to skin and nothing had ever felt as good. Fuck sex this was everything. Nothing could take this from them.
They’d only been together a month when they’d done this the first time. It had been after sex, Matteo had been naked, David in a t-shirt. Matteo had whined and pulled away to grab a t-shirt for himself and David had gripped him tight refused to let him go. When Matteo had tried again to get away David insisted he stay, that he wanted to lie naked with him, when Matteo had raised an eyebrow he’d just pulled off his shirt and pressed Matteo against him again.
He played it cool but his heart had been pounding, he’d been terrified to look at Matteo. Matteo had just grumbled, turned in his arms and tangled their legs together, settling comfortably against him. And it had felt so good, to hold him like that, nothing between them and he knew exactly what Matteo meant now.
Because they hadn’t had sex for a while they also hadn’t done this.
“Oh Matteo,” he whispered.
“I missed it and I thought I couldn’t have it anymore,” Matteo said.
“Of course you can, always,” David insisted.
“Always,” Matteo repeated, no longer questioning, just accepting. “I want… I want to get my head on track and there’s no quick fix but I’ve got to put that first for a while,” he said.
“Of course,” David said.
“But I want to have sex with you again,” Matteo said.
That was the third time he’d said that now and David chuckled. He hadn’t been particularly worried but he knew sex was on the cards again in the future.
“Ok it’s like this,” David said, “if you were hurt physically and you were recovering, say if you were in a car crash or knowing how clumsy you are, you fell down the stairs because you were texting-”
“Fuck you!”
“And you broke all your bones, you would have to recover and heal, that’s what this is,” David said.
“I am recovering,” Matteo agreed. “I feel better, I feel like it’ll never be so bad again. I don’t know if I’ll always be on meds but I can’t come off these or even switch yet. I feel good in my head, literally, the only thing I was worrying about was you being annoyed,” Matteo said, sheepishly.
At least he knew how stupid it was.
“Which is the dumbest thing ever so now you don’t have anything to worry about,” David said.
“We’ll take it slow?”
“We will,” David said.
“You’d really stay with me even if we never have sex again?” Matteo asked.
David got it, understood that worry, even if it was completely unfounded he got it.
“I would,” he promised.
“I do want to though,” Matteo said, he was getting pretty adamant. David just kissed him again, then again, tangling his hands in his hair and pressing them closer until he sighed.
“That’s good,” he whispered. “Matteo I’m gonna need you to tell me when you’re ready ok? I need you to do that.”
As easy as it always was between them, the ease with which he read Matteo, his face, his body language, the things he left unsaid, David needed Matteo to take the lead on this. Only he knew his mind and his limits right now and it would be up to him when he was ready again.
“Ok it’s gonna be a while,” Matteo said.
“S’fine,” David said.
“Sure?”
“Sure,” he said firmly.
“This is nice,” Matteo said.
“It is.”
“It feels good,” Matteo said.
“Just what you wanted?”
Matteo nodded.
“I’m glad,” David murmured.
They lay there quietly for a while just pressed together. It was a little too warm, not really that comfortable but it still felt good to have Matteo in his arms. Sex with Matteo was always amazing but laying there afterwards, just them entwined together like that, he could never give that up. The closeness, the intimacy, Matteo was right, it was a need.
“Matteo?” David asked after a while.
“Yeah?” Matteo whispered.
“Kinda getting hungry,” David said.
“Oh fuck you David!” Matteo rolled them over so he was on top of David, pinning him down, scowling at him.
He’d been hungry before, in the kitchen but his horniness had won out. Now he was starving and as comfortable as he had been tangled up in Matteo his stomach wasn’t having it. Matteo clambered over him, grabbing his hands and trying to hold him down. David had no idea how he thought that would work. He flipped them easily, still holding Matteo’s hands and using them to hold him down. Matteo blinked up at him, always surprised when David got the upper hand. David shifted, his knees either side of Matteo’s waist, and leant down until his lips were millimetres from Matteo’s. Matteo stared, eyes wide and a little dazed.
“Feed me,” David said.
Matteo groaned and tugged his hand free, covering David’s face and trying to push him away. David grabbed his wrists and uncovered his face, then leant down and pressed his lips to Matteo’s, kissing him tenderly as he tried not to smile.
They were going to be fine because they would never stop talking. David knew if he hadn’t jumped Matteo in the kitchen he would’ve come to him, explained what was happening with him. It sometimes took a while but he always did. Knew David was listening and that he could tell him anything, his fears, his worries, his hopes, and his dreams. They could talk about anything and nothing but they always heard each other.