waking up like that, pressed against kit, nate thought he should have been bothered by the fact that kit was hard. especially after the fuss his roommates had just made over the two of them and whatever this was that they were doing. but nate wasn’t bothered. he didn’t even want to move, except to snuggle deeper into the covers. and into kit.

it was comfortable and warm and safe. and kit made him feel… he made nate feel… he didn’t know. kind of hazy and kind of dizzy. like, when kit was around everything was full of color and life and energy. and when they touched it was even bigger. like the world grew in size or something. how could nate not want that?

and maybe that was a little gay. whatever. maybe he was a little gay for kit. not hot for him – not like he wanted to do anything about it, or that he felt that way in a sexual sense. but just… crazy about him. yeah, he was. he was completely crazy about kit.

nate said, “does this mean you’re trying to bone me?” because he remembered when kit had said he wasn’t “trying to bone every guy” that touched him. truthfully, he’d been a little miffed about that comment. but he didn’t really understand why; he didn’t want kit to be hitting on him. but – conversely – he did want kit to want him. not in a physical sense, but just… it was stupidly hard to explain.

he wanted to be important to kit – he wasn’t just every guy – because kit was so important to him.

but whatever. nate kind of liked it when kit groaned against his neck and said, “nate, come on… i’ve been trying to bone you since we met.” he liked the sleep dragged sound of kit’s voice and the stupid way that kit turned the whole thing into one big joke. it was fine. it was no big deal.

he laughed, and kit laughed right into his skin. and, yeah, nate liked that too.