[ David's comment gets him to smile. Good to know that he's not scared the poor guy off yet. He shakes his head and offers a shrug.
Haven't really thought about it. I want to help people, I just don't know in what capacity yet. If that makes sense?
Nick finishes off his beer, trying not to think too much about the future. He'll figure it out when he gets there. It will take him time anyway since he can only do one at a time without a consistent job. ]
[ He smiles in return. It's cute, that Nick wants to help people— and not in a patronizing way, either. It's something David recognizes in himself, a calling that, even if the two of them are going about it in different ways, ties them together.
It does make sense. That's why I became a cop, actually. I want to be in the BIA one day.
Rook sees Nick finish his beer, and downs the rest of his own in a few gulps. Belatedly, he wonders if that seemed obvious, or desperate. Then he wonders if he's overthinking it.
Want another? Or had enough of the charm of a small town bar? ]
[ Nick ducks his head, smirking into his shoulder at David's haste to finish. He really didn't need to, but he can't say that it's not flattering that he wanted to hurry up for his sake.
He shakes his head, offering a thumbs up. He's good to go. Standing, Nick picks up his backpack and slings it over his shoulder, putting a few bills on the counter for his own beer and gives Mary May another thank you that she may or may not see. He heads for the door and waits for David outside.
Just in case he had to let someone know he was leaving. ]
[ He catches a glimpse of that smirk, and David feels his face grow hot all over again. Still, when Nick stands, Rook doesn't hesitate to follow suit. He hands over payment for the drinks, and pauses to tell his fellow deputy that he's headed out for the night.
After a couple of 'hey, how are you's, Rook steps into the night air with a sigh. He finds Nick and offers a smile, then points towards the side of the building where he's parked.
Rook's ride is a 1981 Pygmalion Hillside 1600, with a cream and sienna paint job. It's old and clearly seen a lot, but it's also very clean for someone that lives in a place that has more dirt roads than asphalt, and appears to be in pretty good repair. He unlocks the door for Nick first and holds it open. He doesn't mind being a 'gentleman' in the traditional sense, but mostly it's just that the passenger door doesn't unlock from the driver's side. ]
[ He falls into stride behind David, following him around the side of the bar. The truck is certainly old, but he can tell that it's well-loved given its condition. Most cars that old have a good bit of rust, but it looks like he doesn't really neglect on the upkeep.
Nick gives him thanks, setting his bag on the floor between his feet before settling in and buckling his seatbelt. He's interested in seeing a little more of Hope County, even if it's just a few blocks. ]
[ When he turns the truck on, the vibration of the speakers can be felt in the floorboard, and Rook startles a little and sheepishly turns the volume down on the radio.
The drive itself is only a couple of minutes - Fall's End is tiny, and Rook definitely lives within easy walking distance. He'd only taken his truck to the Spread Eagle because he'd come straight from work with Pratt.
The house he drives up to is tiny, butter yellow, with flowering hanging baskets suspended from the porch. It doesn't exactly look like somewhere a young bachelor might live. Rook waits for Nick on the bottom step, and holds the door open for him once it's unlocked. Inside just makes it far more obvious how very unlike David this place is. It looks like a photo from the 60s or 70s of someone's grandmother's house. ]
[ He catches that sheepish expression and the way he turns down the volume. Nick could feel the vibrations in his feet, but that was all. He raises an eyebrow at David, gesturing to his ear and shaking his head. Trying to telegraph something like 'did you forget', though his expression is relaxed, lips quirked upward in a teasing smile.
This guy is more wholesome than he has any right to be.
Nick looks out the window at the passing houses, taking in what little there was to Falls End, but finding that he quite likes the sleepy little town. He follows behind David when the truck stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. Nodding his head in gratitude, he steps inside and looks around. It definitely doesn't look like a bachelor's pad, more like something off of The Brady Bunch, but it was also endearing. Turning to David, he spreads his fingers, and touching his forehead, bounces his hand away twice.
[ David's embarrassment only intensifies at the teasing, but he shakes his head in an adamant 'no', he didn't forget, thank you!
The house is, at least, immaculately clean. To the left, a little dining room table and beyond that, a kitchen with harvest gold and avocado everything. To the right, a living room with a shag carpet and mismatched, over-stuffed patterned couch and recliner. A bulky, somewhat ancient console television sits on the floor, with a newer model on top that is still about fifteen years out of date. Beyond the living room, a hallway that leads to a bathroom and the two bedrooms.
Rook looks back to Nick, and shakes his head. Landlady moved to an independent living facility when her husband died and left most of her furniture here. I'm pretty sure she's old enough to be my great-grandma, though. She comes by sometimes to collect rent and bring me food. I tell her I can cook but, once a grandma, always a grandma, I guess. And he doesn't mind. She's nice, and he didn't have the money to decorate a house yet anyway.
Make yourself at home. Bathroom is on the left, guest bedroom is at the end of the hallway. Want anything from the kitchen? ]
[ More important than being clean, it feels lived in. It feels like a home that has had lots of love poured into it over the years. He toes his shoes off, setting them by the door, not wanting to track mud or dirt into an old lady's house unnecessarily. Or into Rook's home, for that matter.
We had a few church grandmothers stop by the orphanage pretty often to drop off casseroles and boxes of stuff from church drives. They never really seem to be able to help themselves and telling them to stop is like talking to a brick wall. Sometimes you have to just let them do their damage and say thank you. Or else, ha ha.
No, I'm good thanks. I'm going to go set my things down.
He nods at David, shuffling to the guest bedroom to at least stow his bag. The bedroom is modest and looks much the same as the rest of the house- outdated and overstuffed, but he's slept in far worse places than this. Hell, if he hadn't come back home with David, he'd be sleeping in Kellett's barn. Rejoining him, he leans against the entryway to the kitchen, watching his host silently. ]
[ Rook begins taking off his heavy belt and holster, leaning over to read Nick's message. It earns a laugh and a nod of empathy. He's tried telling his landlady that he honestly knows how to cook. She comes from the next county over just to bring him "leftovers", but, like Nick said, it's as though he's talking to a brick wall. But, it's sweet of her to do, and he does appreciate it, even if he worries about her driving all that distance. (He's also offered to mail the rent or even drive it over there himself, but still, that same very nice, kindly brick wall.)
He gives a thumbs up to what Nick says next, and then sets about hanging up his belt, tugging off his boots, and storing his gun away in his bedroom, hidden in his nightstand. In the kitchen, he ponders one more beer, but decides against it, settling instead for a glass of water. He turns to find Nick watching him, and offers a smile... that turns pretty quickly into a cheeky grin.
Mind if I slip into something more comfortable? By which he means, he's just going to change out of his work clothes. These shirts don't iron themselves, despite how much polyester is probably in them. ]
[ Nick smiles in return, pushing his shoulder off the entryway so he can free his arm to sign properly.
His eyebrows raise upward and he points to Rook. Keeping the same hand up, he turns his straightened finger into a crook, motioning downward. The same hand he turns into a thumbs up, his other hand underneath, raising up the other.
[ Rook's gaze follows Nick's hands intently, and then there's a distinct moment when it registers what he's signed.
Oh. Oh.
Warmth floods his face to the tips of his ears. He's surprised, maybe, that Nick is so forward- though he reminds himself a moment later that he'd bought the man a drink and invited him to stay in his home. The offer of a room had been meant innocently. The drink... maybe a little less so, but he was fine with whatever tonight's outcome.
He grins, once he gets his wits together, and manages to sign in return: I wouldn't mind the help. ]
[ His grin widens and he winks at David, nodding toward the rest of the house. Maybe he is being forward, but he also isn't the one that invited a stranger home after picking him up in a bar. He doesn't have an opinion one way or the other about hooking up- people have needs, and he takes what he can get. Nobody is really waiting in line. Not that he's bitter about it, he's mostly preoccupied with his working travels.
This is a really nice change, though.
David is cute, and Nick really loves the way his entire face heats up when he's embarrassed. It means he'll have to tease him more in the future. He takes a few steps back toward the house's sitting room. Did they really want things to get started in the kitchen? ]
[ David is a gentleman, thank you, and unless the mood suits, he's not going to subject someone to leaning on the kitchen counter. In fact, he moves to bypass the living room entirely - though he does pause and indicate towards the bedroom to make sure that's alright. There's more room and it's probably more comfortable, but it might also be a little... much? for a hookup? He's actually never done this before.
And given that communication beyond 'yes' and 'no' might be difficult in the midst of things, Rook holds out his phone with another message.
Anything you want me to know? Preferences?That, strangely, he doesn't seem embarrassed about, more focused on Nick's comfort than anything. ]
[ Nick follows him, giving him a thumbs up when he motions toward the bedroom. Wherever David is comfortable with him being, really. This is his home and he's a guest. Looking at the phone screen, he shakes his head and takes up the phone for just a moment before typing back on the next line.
I'll be sure to let you know if I think of anything. What should I not do?
[ David accepts the phone back, and answers once more: Uh, don't judge me too harshly? I actually haven't ever brought a guy home before. Wait, hang on, don't look yet. A quick edit: Casually, I mean. Also, the offer of a room isn't contingent on anything between us happening or not happening, I promise.
He'll keep his phone close by, just in case they need to parse anything out. Stopping to clarify wouldn't be the worst thing, if it gets that far. For now, he guides Nick to the bedroom, and pauses by the bedside. The room, for better or worse, matches the kind of charmingly outdated rest of the house. All of the room, that is, save for the bed linens: clearly new, and clearly picked out by David, white sheets and a comforter that is an unoffensive neutral grey on one side, and white on the other.
Lingering close and reaching to put a light hand along Nick's waist, David uses his other hand to point at the other man's chest, and gestures over his own face with two fingers in something approximating a circle. ]
You're handsome. [ He's doing his best with what little he's got, as far as ASL goes. ]
[ He didn't assume that he'd need to do any sort of sexual favors for a room- that had come up before the flirting between them had started. David doesn't seem like that kind of person, anyway. His heart is too big to take advantage of anyone, and he doesn't even know the guy that well. The way he milled about with the other residents and their reception of him is a dead giveaway for the kind of man he is.
Besides, Nick is pretty damn good at reading people. He wouldn't have flirted as hard with David if he hadn't meant it.
Reading his note quickly, Nick grins and spreads his fingers, touching his slightly-bent middle finger to his chin, twisting his hand outward, and then gestures to himself. Lucky me.
His hands slide up to the lapels of David's shirt, fingers wrapping into the stiff material. Nick reaches up to brush his index and middle fingers against David's chin. Definitely not calling him cute, nope. ]
[ Rook follows those gestures, and it takes a moment, but then that pleased little grin returns. It might be a bit vain, but he likes Nick calling him cute.
He tugs lightly on Nick's waist to draw the two of them closer, and leans in. A momentary pause, brown gaze flickering to meet Nick's, before David tips his head to press their lips together. It's a light brush at first, undemanding- almost as though testing the waters. It makes his stomach flip in a way that isn't unpleasant. It's a sensation he hasn't felt in... well, a while. ]
[ He likes the look on David's face that he put there. Pleased is a good look for him. Their eyes meet for just a moment before their lips touch.
Nick keeps one hand curled into David's uniform shirt, the other slides up to the side of his face. His thumb brushes over the plane of his cheekbone, the skin smooth and warm under his fingers. Taking it slow is nice, just letting the feeling simmer before things escalate. Even if this was all they did tonight, Nick can't really be disappointed.
[ It's... nice, kissing someone again. It's a little surreal, that he managed to find someone both his type, and who finds him enough of their type to be receptive to him in rural freaking Montana. After Tinder proved to be a bust, Rook had all but resigned himself to a dry few years working for the Hope County Sheriff's Department.
He moves slow, content with easy, light kisses for a few moments. Eventually, he slips both hands around Nick's waist, thumbs brushing upward along his side. Then, his lips part a little, tongue testing along the seam of Nick's lips. ]
[ He lets David take the lead, kissing languid and unrushed. Nick parts his lips when David's tongue slides against them, hands moving down to his hips, pulling their bodies together.
Whatever he anticipated in coming to Hope County, this certainly wasn't anywhere on his list. Not that he's complaining one bit. David's lips are warm and soft against his, tasting lightly of the beer they'd both been drinking not too long ago. His hands don't linger for too long, moving up the small of David's back and over his ribs. Nimble fingers work at the buttons of his uniform shirt. ]
[ He presses in firmly when Nick tugs them together, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. As he seeks tongue against tongue, David first rubs his fingertips along Nick's waist over his shirt, then tugs the fabric up to trail along bare skin. It's a light touch at first, fingertips grazing waist and hip. Then, he ventures a light nip at Nick's lower lip and tugs a little on his waist, thumbs kneading into the dips of his hips.
He can't help a little grin against the kiss, some combination of being playful, being pleased at the feeling of Nick undoing his buttons, and just... pleased in general that this is now (unexpectedly but delightfully) his night. ]
[ Nick's tongue slides against the one invading his mouth, welcoming that deepened, hungry kiss. Callused fingers brush his bare skin and he flinches in surprise, but it doesn't deter him any. He was so focused on the way David's mouth feels against his that he got kind of lost in it.
He releases a hitched exhale when teeth graze his lip and he resists the urge to tear away the buttons remaining on David's shirt if only to get rid of the obstacle. Instead, he focuses his attention on that and divests him of the stiff olive fabric, throwing it into the corner.
Pulling back so he can catch his breath, he takes time to just drink a little more of David in. His fingers brush over the long, neat braid. The long hair suits him horribly well. He takes a moment to toss his own overshirt away, shoving the suspenders off his shoulders. ]
[ He pauses immediately, feeling that flinch, and pulls back just enough to silently check in. Given that Nick is still busily unbuttoning his uniform, Rook assumes that everything is fine.
When Nick breaks away, David does too, albeit a little reluctantly. He lets his hands linger on the other's hips, hooking one finger into a belt loop. Idly he wets his lip, as though tasting Nick's kiss still lingering. ]
In a hurry? [ He signs, and the curve of his mouth suggests he's just being mischievous about it, and he doesn't mind at all. In fact: ] I like it.
[ As if to prove his point, David tugs his undershirt up and off, discarding it off to the side. ]
[ Nick smirks and nods once in affirmation, not wasting any time splaying his hands against David's naked torso. His fingers trail up and down his sides before exploring the planes of his stomach and sliding his way upward. He takes a nipple between his thumb and index finger, working the bud to hardness.
He's adorably handsome, Nick finds it incredibly unfair. To level the playing field, he releases David's nipple and discards his own undershirt, leveling him with a grave expression.
[ David is not entirely sure how he got this lucky, when Nick smirks at him like that, but he is very grateful regardless.
His eyes close as the other teases his nipple, drawing in a slow breath and enjoying the sensation suddenly sparking in his nerves and the way it seems to warm him. He leans in, one hand cradling the other's face, and dips his head to press kisses along Nick's neck. Once or twice he grazes teeth instead, light and teasing, and lets the warmth of his slightly heavier breaths fall across the other's skin.
When he pulls back to watch Nick sign, it takes him just a second. He's not exactly sure what 'pants' is, but he can guess that's what it means - and he doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, just slow enough to be cheeky. ]
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Haven't really thought about it. I want to help people, I just don't know in what capacity yet. If that makes sense?
Nick finishes off his beer, trying not to think too much about the future. He'll figure it out when he gets there. It will take him time anyway since he can only do one at a time without a consistent job. ]
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It does make sense. That's why I became a cop, actually. I want to be in the BIA one day.
Rook sees Nick finish his beer, and downs the rest of his own in a few gulps. Belatedly, he wonders if that seemed obvious, or desperate. Then he wonders if he's overthinking it.
Want another? Or had enough of the charm of a small town bar? ]
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He shakes his head, offering a thumbs up. He's good to go. Standing, Nick picks up his backpack and slings it over his shoulder, putting a few bills on the counter for his own beer and gives Mary May another thank you that she may or may not see. He heads for the door and waits for David outside.
Just in case he had to let someone know he was leaving. ]
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After a couple of 'hey, how are you's, Rook steps into the night air with a sigh. He finds Nick and offers a smile, then points towards the side of the building where he's parked.
Rook's ride is a 1981 Pygmalion Hillside 1600, with a cream and sienna paint job. It's old and clearly seen a lot, but it's also very clean for someone that lives in a place that has more dirt roads than asphalt, and appears to be in pretty good repair. He unlocks the door for Nick first and holds it open. He doesn't mind being a 'gentleman' in the traditional sense, but mostly it's just that the passenger door doesn't unlock from the driver's side. ]
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Nick gives him thanks, setting his bag on the floor between his feet before settling in and buckling his seatbelt. He's interested in seeing a little more of Hope County, even if it's just a few blocks. ]
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The drive itself is only a couple of minutes - Fall's End is tiny, and Rook definitely lives within easy walking distance. He'd only taken his truck to the Spread Eagle because he'd come straight from work with Pratt.
The house he drives up to is tiny, butter yellow, with flowering hanging baskets suspended from the porch. It doesn't exactly look like somewhere a young bachelor might live. Rook waits for Nick on the bottom step, and holds the door open for him once it's unlocked. Inside just makes it far more obvious how very unlike David this place is. It looks like a photo from the 60s or 70s of someone's grandmother's house. ]
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This guy is more wholesome than he has any right to be.
Nick looks out the window at the passing houses, taking in what little there was to Falls End, but finding that he quite likes the sleepy little town. He follows behind David when the truck stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. Nodding his head in gratitude, he steps inside and looks around. It definitely doesn't look like a bachelor's pad, more like something off of The Brady Bunch, but it was also endearing. Turning to David, he spreads his fingers, and touching his forehead, bounces his hand away twice.
'Grandmother'? ]
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The house is, at least, immaculately clean. To the left, a little dining room table and beyond that, a kitchen with harvest gold and avocado everything. To the right, a living room with a shag carpet and mismatched, over-stuffed patterned couch and recliner. A bulky, somewhat ancient console television sits on the floor, with a newer model on top that is still about fifteen years out of date. Beyond the living room, a hallway that leads to a bathroom and the two bedrooms.
Rook looks back to Nick, and shakes his head. Landlady moved to an independent living facility when her husband died and left most of her furniture here. I'm pretty sure she's old enough to be my great-grandma, though. She comes by sometimes to collect rent and bring me food. I tell her I can cook but, once a grandma, always a grandma, I guess. And he doesn't mind. She's nice, and he didn't have the money to decorate a house yet anyway.
Make yourself at home. Bathroom is on the left, guest bedroom is at the end of the hallway. Want anything from the kitchen? ]
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We had a few church grandmothers stop by the orphanage pretty often to drop off casseroles and boxes of stuff from church drives. They never really seem to be able to help themselves and telling them to stop is like talking to a brick wall. Sometimes you have to just let them do their damage and say thank you. Or else, ha ha.
No, I'm good thanks. I'm going to go set my things down.
He nods at David, shuffling to the guest bedroom to at least stow his bag. The bedroom is modest and looks much the same as the rest of the house- outdated and overstuffed, but he's slept in far worse places than this. Hell, if he hadn't come back home with David, he'd be sleeping in Kellett's barn. Rejoining him, he leans against the entryway to the kitchen, watching his host silently. ]
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He gives a thumbs up to what Nick says next, and then sets about hanging up his belt, tugging off his boots, and storing his gun away in his bedroom, hidden in his nightstand. In the kitchen, he ponders one more beer, but decides against it, settling instead for a glass of water. He turns to find Nick watching him, and offers a smile... that turns pretty quickly into a cheeky grin.
Mind if I slip into something more comfortable? By which he means, he's just going to change out of his work clothes. These shirts don't iron themselves, despite how much polyester is probably in them. ]
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His eyebrows raise upward and he points to Rook. Keeping the same hand up, he turns his straightened finger into a crook, motioning downward. The same hand he turns into a thumbs up, his other hand underneath, raising up the other.
Do you need help? ]
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Oh. Oh.
Warmth floods his face to the tips of his ears. He's surprised, maybe, that Nick is so forward- though he reminds himself a moment later that he'd bought the man a drink and invited him to stay in his home. The offer of a room had been meant innocently. The drink... maybe a little less so, but he was fine with whatever tonight's outcome.
He grins, once he gets his wits together, and manages to sign in return: I wouldn't mind the help. ]
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This is a really nice change, though.
David is cute, and Nick really loves the way his entire face heats up when he's embarrassed. It means he'll have to tease him more in the future. He takes a few steps back toward the house's sitting room. Did they really want things to get started in the kitchen? ]
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And given that communication beyond 'yes' and 'no' might be difficult in the midst of things, Rook holds out his phone with another message.
Anything you want me to know? Preferences? That, strangely, he doesn't seem embarrassed about, more focused on Nick's comfort than anything. ]
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I'll be sure to let you know if I think of anything. What should I not do?
Nick's good to go with the flow. ]
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He'll keep his phone close by, just in case they need to parse anything out. Stopping to clarify wouldn't be the worst thing, if it gets that far. For now, he guides Nick to the bedroom, and pauses by the bedside. The room, for better or worse, matches the kind of charmingly outdated rest of the house. All of the room, that is, save for the bed linens: clearly new, and clearly picked out by David, white sheets and a comforter that is an unoffensive neutral grey on one side, and white on the other.
Lingering close and reaching to put a light hand along Nick's waist, David uses his other hand to point at the other man's chest, and gestures over his own face with two fingers in something approximating a circle. ]
You're handsome. [ He's doing his best with what little he's got, as far as ASL goes. ]
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Besides, Nick is pretty damn good at reading people. He wouldn't have flirted as hard with David if he hadn't meant it.
Reading his note quickly, Nick grins and spreads his fingers, touching his slightly-bent middle finger to his chin, twisting his hand outward, and then gestures to himself. Lucky me.
His hands slide up to the lapels of David's shirt, fingers wrapping into the stiff material. Nick reaches up to brush his index and middle fingers against David's chin. Definitely not calling him cute, nope. ]
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He tugs lightly on Nick's waist to draw the two of them closer, and leans in. A momentary pause, brown gaze flickering to meet Nick's, before David tips his head to press their lips together. It's a light brush at first, undemanding- almost as though testing the waters. It makes his stomach flip in a way that isn't unpleasant. It's a sensation he hasn't felt in... well, a while. ]
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Nick keeps one hand curled into David's uniform shirt, the other slides up to the side of his face. His thumb brushes over the plane of his cheekbone, the skin smooth and warm under his fingers. Taking it slow is nice, just letting the feeling simmer before things escalate. Even if this was all they did tonight, Nick can't really be disappointed.
Who could hate a makeout session? ]
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He moves slow, content with easy, light kisses for a few moments. Eventually, he slips both hands around Nick's waist, thumbs brushing upward along his side. Then, his lips part a little, tongue testing along the seam of Nick's lips. ]
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Whatever he anticipated in coming to Hope County, this certainly wasn't anywhere on his list. Not that he's complaining one bit. David's lips are warm and soft against his, tasting lightly of the beer they'd both been drinking not too long ago. His hands don't linger for too long, moving up the small of David's back and over his ribs. Nimble fingers work at the buttons of his uniform shirt. ]
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He can't help a little grin against the kiss, some combination of being playful, being pleased at the feeling of Nick undoing his buttons, and just... pleased in general that this is now (unexpectedly but delightfully) his night. ]
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He releases a hitched exhale when teeth graze his lip and he resists the urge to tear away the buttons remaining on David's shirt if only to get rid of the obstacle. Instead, he focuses his attention on that and divests him of the stiff olive fabric, throwing it into the corner.
Pulling back so he can catch his breath, he takes time to just drink a little more of David in. His fingers brush over the long, neat braid. The long hair suits him horribly well. He takes a moment to toss his own overshirt away, shoving the suspenders off his shoulders. ]
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When Nick breaks away, David does too, albeit a little reluctantly. He lets his hands linger on the other's hips, hooking one finger into a belt loop. Idly he wets his lip, as though tasting Nick's kiss still lingering. ]
In a hurry? [ He signs, and the curve of his mouth suggests he's just being mischievous about it, and he doesn't mind at all. In fact: ] I like it.
[ As if to prove his point, David tugs his undershirt up and off, discarding it off to the side. ]
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He's adorably handsome, Nick finds it incredibly unfair. To level the playing field, he releases David's nipple and discards his own undershirt, leveling him with a grave expression.
Pants now. ]
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His eyes close as the other teases his nipple, drawing in a slow breath and enjoying the sensation suddenly sparking in his nerves and the way it seems to warm him. He leans in, one hand cradling the other's face, and dips his head to press kisses along Nick's neck. Once or twice he grazes teeth instead, light and teasing, and lets the warmth of his slightly heavier breaths fall across the other's skin.
When he pulls back to watch Nick sign, it takes him just a second. He's not exactly sure what 'pants' is, but he can guess that's what it means - and he doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, just slow enough to be cheeky. ]