Re: carriage house: matt/atticus
[Matt didn't exactly scramble up like a teenager, afraid someone would walk in at any second, but knowing PJ could walk in on them did cool him off a little. Thank god, because otherwise he was going to walk away from this with some business to take care of immediately.
Even so, he was reluctant to get up once Atticus grabbed his hip, his leg, and he watched him without sitting up, appreciative, watching his body through his clothes, blatant and hesitant to release the opportunity. But if there would be a next time...] Yes. [He didn't hesitate. He nodded, brow still raised. Despite breaking things off, he looked pleased, openly so. This had gone better than expected, apparently.
He thought about Atticus' question for more than half a second, this time, reading his face. Weighing it in his mind, there wasn't an angle he could find that he didn't like. A chuckle.] So long as I see you coming. [Joking, but honest. He looked at the line of Atticus' jaw, blinked.] I'll think about it. [He was still smirking, which didn't leave much room to misread or interpret. He was interested. He wanted to do this again.
He pulled himself up, finally, and swung his legs onto the floor.] I'll buy you dinner. [He actually winked.] Someplace cheap, mind you.