Garan grinned wolfishly. Did Nate remember? It was hard to tell. It was true that they'd had their shirts off, so Garan pulled Nate's upwards, and struggled to get it over his head. He didn't wait for Nate's help to lose his own shirt, and he carelessly threw it beside the bed somewhere.
Garan was trying not to be nervous, but this was yet another big step, though not pre-planned. But Garan wanted it, and hopefully Nate would, too. Garan couldn't imagine real issues coming from the guy who suggested they might have sex earlier.
Unbuckling Nate's belt and sliding down the zipper of his pants, Garan slipped his hand inside. This was familiar territory so far, so there was nothing to worry about. It was amazing how fast Nate responded to his touch, Garan mused, making sure Nate was fully aroused before slipping his hands around the waist of his pants and trying to tug them away from Nate's body.
Garan didn't get them fully off of Nate, but he had succeeded in getting them out of his way, which was the important part. Never taking his eyes off Nate, Garan raised his eyebrows as he lowered himself so that his face was inches away from Nate's erection. Garan wouldn't do a damn thing, though, until he had Nate's okay.