[ 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 The room, for better or worse, matches the kind of charmingly outdated rest of the house.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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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. ]