AND IF THEY'RE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP and hotch just REALLY can't bring himself to ask reid about it but, hey, let's ask nathan, and he just goes up to the kid and as the team leader he can't tell reid what to do if it doesn't interfere with his work ethic but he's also reid's friend, nathan has to know that, and this is personal, what hotch feels, but like THEY'RE NOT ACTUALLY IN A RELATIONSHIP? and nathan's completely just "oh" and maybe hotch's like "shit" because WHAT DID HE START?? idk idkkk.
YES. YES. CAN I GET A MOTHERFUCKING YES? lolol you complete me. omg mgg being totally worried that anton's backing out but like. IT'S JUST YOUR SHEETS HAHA. and "they're kind of voyeuristic", AND LIKING IT. oh geez. and then maybe:
It's early when Anton wakes up and Matthew's gone. There's noise downstairs and the pillows smell of him and Matthew and late night sex and raw morning breath. Anton curls into himself, into the cool sliver of the bed, and blinks his eyes open. And there's a pheasant, a giant fucking pheasant staring at him, and maybe Matthew sucking his dick last night was enough to make him forget about them momentarily but now they're back in full force. And just everywhere, pheasants covering the sheets, it's a little weird.
So Anton gets up and the floorboards are cold. He finds Matthew's shirt, the one with the drawing of Matthew done by Matthew ("No lie, kinda douche-y," he had told Matthew, "but also completely ridiculously adorably awesome, okay?"), so yeah, he's going to wear that and searches through the dresser for a clean pair of boxers and some socks. It's not like Nathan doesn't pay attention to the socks he wears but they are just socks so he puts on a pair and goes to leave and looks at his feet. Well. He stops and sits back on the bed because on his left foot is a purple sock with thin orange stripes and the other foot has on a lime green sock with a bright yellow daisy smack in the middle of the fabric. Anton laughs.
(When Anton asks him about it, Matthew goes all stuttery, waving around the spatula he's using to make pancakes, "Just, um. Mis--uh, mis-matched socks are lucky for me? I haven't worn matching socks for over seven years, really, it's like bad luck for me if I do, I actually hurt my ankle once, and--." Anton kisses him and doesn't bring up the fact that some of Matthew's socks are for girls.)
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Date: 2011-05-08 05:59 am (UTC)YES. YES. CAN I GET A MOTHERFUCKING YES? lolol you complete me. omg mgg being totally worried that anton's backing out but like. IT'S JUST YOUR SHEETS HAHA. and "they're kind of voyeuristic", AND LIKING IT. oh geez. and then maybe:
It's early when Anton wakes up and Matthew's gone. There's noise downstairs and the pillows smell of him and Matthew and late night sex and raw morning breath. Anton curls into himself, into the cool sliver of the bed, and blinks his eyes open. And there's a pheasant, a giant fucking pheasant staring at him, and maybe Matthew sucking his dick last night was enough to make him forget about them momentarily but now they're back in full force. And just everywhere, pheasants covering the sheets, it's a little weird.
So Anton gets up and the floorboards are cold. He finds Matthew's shirt, the one with the drawing of Matthew done by Matthew ("No lie, kinda douche-y," he had told Matthew, "but also completely ridiculously adorably awesome, okay?"), so yeah, he's going to wear that and searches through the dresser for a clean pair of boxers and some socks. It's not like Nathan doesn't pay attention to the socks he wears but they are just socks so he puts on a pair and goes to leave and looks at his feet. Well. He stops and sits back on the bed because on his left foot is a purple sock with thin orange stripes and the other foot has on a lime green sock with a bright yellow daisy smack in the middle of the fabric. Anton laughs.
(When Anton asks him about it, Matthew goes all stuttery, waving around the spatula he's using to make pancakes, "Just, um. Mis--uh, mis-matched socks are lucky for me? I haven't worn matching socks for over seven years, really, it's like bad luck for me if I do, I actually hurt my ankle once, and--." Anton kisses him and doesn't bring up the fact that some of Matthew's socks are for girls.)
GOD. FINE. OKAY. this is what you do to me <3