I'm Just a Lost Boy

“No? That’s a shame.” He shrugs, corners of his lips tugging downward for a moment and he goes to cap the pen instead, offering it back to him with a tap to David’s chest. “Keep it anyways.” It’s not a in case you change your mind. 

He has to give him credit; he’s taking it so much better than most would. At the look he just stares back expectantly, smile breaking over his features as the other goes to get the pen. Nodding his thanks, he takes David’s forearm, flipping it and keeping it in his grip as he writes his number across his skin. “There. Text me when you’re free?”

He presses his lips to the other’s one last time, giving into his thoughts and softly nipping at his bottom lip as he feels the hand at his buckle, using a hand to the other’s chest to push him back gently. They’re close, but far enough that he can look over David. “I don’t do casual. Got a pen?”

He’s pleasantly surprised that he doesn’t have to pretend about looking around the apartment and making small talk, immediately being drawn into the kiss. To say he hadn’t wanted it would’ve been a lie, returning it easily, holding back on the temptation to bite where he’d seen the other do it just a moment ago.

There was a slight chuckle of disbelief at his confidence. It definitely wasn’t unwelcome, Nate’s forwardness prompted David to give the same back. “I could see you right now.” He bit his lip subconsciously, tilting his head in a gesture towards his apartment. “You want to come in?”

He can’t help it, and really probably shouldn’t since he’s already giving off the wrong impression – - but his eyes trace David biting his lip. Nonetheless he flicks his gaze back to his eyes, smiling. “Sure, I’m not doing anything else.” 

A slight damage to his confidence, but David went with it, he found it kind of attractive. Plenty of guys would tell him whatever they think he wants to hear, very few teased him in a honest sort of way. He closed the door behind Nate before pulling him into a kiss, not even bothering to lock it.

“More like an excuse for you to come see me again.” It’s pretty shameless. “Huh. At least we got to meet now, although you should probably keep a better watch on your wallet.” He laughs, a playful grin on his face. 

“You know, I didn’t, but I’m starting to think I should’ve,” he says in mock mourning, in response to the look. “Moved here last August, I was dorming last year. You’ve been here awhile, then?”

Really, he’s surprised he’s only allowing him to take it back, not checking anything. “Yeah, I do. A few floors from here, just in case you wanna make sure I didn’t steal anything.” His smile comes with him rolling his lips, smiling. “I’m Nate.”

“Nice driver’s license picture,” he laughs, handing the wallet back to the person. “I found it in the lobby and saw you lived in the building so I thought it’d be faster to just give it to you, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah. That’s not a bad thing. Don’t sound so defensive. IT’s like… you know James Bay? The kind of grungy, tousled hot hair that works for indie rockers.”

“I guess I see that.”

“I’m sure I will. You have the look and demeanor.”

“The look.”

“Yeah? Well, in that case, I’d love all the help I can get.” She admitted with a soft smile. “Not to mention I think I’ve already checked this floor about four times.”

He gestured towards the elevator with one hand, a slightly bigger smile on his face. “Let’s do it then.”

“Well, if I like your music, of course.”

“Well, I guess, here’s to hoping you will.”