“‘n i’m drunk,” kit continued, oblivious to the impact the word had had on nate. “…might climb all over you.” he kind of laughed as he said it, softly, quietly. usually when kit said things like that to nate, nate could tell that he was kidding. there was a playful teasing about it that made nate laugh. but… he wasn’t kidding right now.

that fact was only reaffirmed as kit reiterated, “wanna climb all over you.” he made this low groaning sound in the back of his throat and for some reason nate was very aware of everywhere that they already were touching.

kit had lifted a hand, he’d slid it along nate’s shoulder. he’d moved his fingers to gently caress nate’s neck and then his cheek. his other hand was on nate’s, fingers tracing a light pattern against nate’s palm.