Re: carriage house: matt/atticus
[It was hard to prompt Matt to an intense emotional reaction. He'd been alive too long for that. Even without remembering the bulk of those years, the lows of them had taken the air out of small troubles like an argument with a friend. It made him unhappy, but it could be rectified. If a time came when some of that anger that simmered low beneath the surface came to a head, anyone in his path would do best to get out of his way. But that took something a lot more serious and lasting than trouble with someone he already liked. He could weather those storms.
The dark edges weren't creeping in just yet. He was faintly aware of them, but he could keep them at a distance. Good news for this moment - good news for both of them. He didn't want to have to devote even a second thinking about it, he just wanted to be right here, where he was, getting laughed at in a good way, kissing.
There was a moment where the order from Atticus could have gone either way. Quit talking was well and good, but 'open,' that was familiar in a different kind of way. He stayed on the good side of it, grounded by Atticus' hand, the assertiveness of his grip. He couldn't remember if he'd ever liked being bossed around in bed before, but he was finding out that he didn't mind it too much. Something about it was appealing on a gut level, older than the bad years. He could have just as easily taken the lead, but it was kind of a relief not to have to. Weird, considering Atticus' general laziness, but he wasn't complaining. He opened his mouth, blue eyes flicking upward. Atticus was rough male scratch and demanding in a way that went straight to his cock, and fuck, there were some things you just couldn't let yourself think about when you weren't sure when they were going.]