[Ugh. It's nothing to do with Nathan and everything to do with his current situation, if that helps. He rubs his mouth, glances away, and then up and down Nathan.]
Don't be a twat, man, you don't even know the half of it.
[But he's used to this by now, so he mostly just grumbles.]
What counts as sex depends on what kind of information you're digging for. As ridiculous as it sounds, the answer to your question would call for some full-on anal shagging.
[His eyebrows raise. For what it's worth, he never once considers that Nathan is lying. He seems to be doing this under duress, and honestly, if he wanted sex, there's better ways.]
Well?
[He glances at him, one eyebrow raised. He's not going to force Nathan, but at the same time . . . ]
I'm more of the messenger than the term-setter, but, touche.
[Seduce him, coward! But Nathan reaches into his pocket, pulls out a lighter, fiddling with it. There are so many stupid, shitty, purposefully juvenile things he could say right now. All of them would probably just end up with more frustration on both ends...no questions answered, no favors gained. He clears his throat.]
The thing is...
[He doesn't want to say it, ugh! So he just blurts it out almost like an accusation.]
I've never had sex with another man before, okay? Everyone here makes it sound so easy! I like women!
[Nathan's quiet for a long moment. The lightbulb that goes on in his brain is practically visible to the human eye. He grins like the biggest fucking idiot and snaps his fingers.]
It's not gay when you have sex with other men in prison!
[And just like that, his confident snark starts to fade.]
I may or may not have already been put in situations where I've had to force myself to do shit I'm not comfortable with for the sake of the "greater good". Don't expect that'll be changing anytime soon.
[It's so easy to give in to his selfish impulses...except when that sneaky conscience of his whispers that he can't stand the idea of being responsible for a whole ship of people dying.]
[He was far from grinning before, but Haymitch's expression just drops. There's a tension in his body that wasn't there before, a hardening with a clumsy beginning.]
Well, you're not gonna with me.
[They're theoretically comforting words, although the hard his tone's gone hard might offset it completely.]
[It comes out heavily for the single word that it is. It's like a stone flung into a dark pool of water, and Nathan's general mode of being is far from it. He clears his throat, looking down at the lighter that he's been playing with.]
Guess I wouldn't really care so much, 'cept it's like I'm getting shit on for it.
[Nathan frowns, tensing.]
Why the fuck am I even--you don't want to hear about any of that shit.
[That's definitely not the yes, I consent to this he's looking for, but let the kid fluster and fuss. He'll pay close attention the more time passes, and he'll decide that way.
But fine. A mood? He can set a mood. Or he can at least try, as he stares over at Nathan with a gaze that's suddenly a bit more careful. Darker, studying his figure at his own leisure.]
You've never been with a guy. But you've thought about it.
[Haymitch gives him that look and he suddenly feels everything in his body tense, though it's not a tension of discomfort, exactly. It's hard to describe. In one way, it makes him want to do all the things that he's not supposed to do--like when he and his father get into a fight. And they always get into a fight. So Nathan opens his mouth to tell Haymitch to just go right ahead and fuck off except those aren't the words that come out.]
...when I thought I was in love with my mate, Simon, I was always thinking about how hard his stomach was. He was such a fucking shut-in but I could tell he was more fit than you could tell by the way he dressed.
[He's not sure when he started to look at his hands as he talked. He's never been bashful before.]
I couldn't stop thinking how it would feel with our bodies touching, his crushing mine, because he's built wider than me. How women are soft but together we'd both be so hard.
[Oh. That's kind of cute, he thinks. Don't get it twisted: he's not getting off on the innocence of it, nothing weird like that. But it's oddly appealing to see him get all flustered when he's ordinarily so in-your-face.
But give him this: it's not like he chickens out on that speech. God, no. Maybe he's all tensed up, but that speech comes out great. Haymitch takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his thumbs idly hooked in his pockets.]
And for all that imagining, did you ever end up getting an answer to that? What it'd be like if he was on top of you?
[It was embarrassing as all hell for both parties, but he still can't help smiling a little to think about it. Those were easier times, even if they were covering up multiple homicides.]
[He pauses for a moment, giving Nathan a chance to pull back or tell him that he was just joking, actually, he definitely isn't into men. But he doesn't, and so Haymitch reaches for him, the back of his fingers gliding against the side of Nathan's neck. It's a gentle touch, a prelude and a question all at once.]
I'm not running.
[. . .]
Tell me no if you want. I'll figure it out sooner or later. Tell me no, and I'll go.
[There's a lump in his throat. Nathan's skin prickles where Haymitch touches him and he looks up, hesitating. Should he say no? No because he's unsure? Because he'll probably make a complete fool of himself? Because this is all kinds of weird?
That doesn't happen, and he clears that lump out of his throat, trying to sound casual (and failing).]
[There it is. His fingers slide down as he steps forward, gently pushing him back til he hits the wall. One leg pushes insistently, spreading Nathan's open, giving him something to grind down on.]
So given this is your first time . . . think I oughta take the lead. Yeah?
[He says it quietly, utterly for his own amusement. But his hand drops, dragging idly down his chest, over his ribs, feeling him at his own pace.]
[He's totally and absolutely in control of himself and all of his faculties right now. He can't stop himself from watching Haymitch's hands as they explore--and when he feels the space between his legs begin to stiffen he almost wants to kick himself. But that's the point, isn't it? If he wasn't getting aroused, this would be a very, very different situation.]
[Good. He rocks his leg up very slightly, pressing up against Nathan's cock, as his hand finally reaches his hip and slips down under his shirt.]
Too bad we don't got a bed in here, huh? Might make it a little easier.
[His thumb brushes up over his hip, tracing out the sharp line there. His fingers drop in the next moment, tugging lightly on the loops of his trousers, pulling them down a little.]
But we'll make do.
[He kneels down in the next moment, slow and deliberate, his eyes flicking up to Nathan's face in silent question.]
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Are you decent?
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[He's tugging it on, so . . . kind of? It doesn't matter. He glances around once or twice, but whatever. More important business:]
Why'd I get this from home?
[He holds up his wrist, showing off the gold bracelet.]
A few others haven't. It isn't just cuz I'm sleeping around.
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I'd love to tell you, really, I would, but we'd have to get busy first, and I'm not so sure I'm in the mood.
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[Ugh. It's nothing to do with Nathan and everything to do with his current situation, if that helps. He rubs his mouth, glances away, and then up and down Nathan.]
What counts as sex?
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[But he's used to this by now, so he mostly just grumbles.]
What counts as sex depends on what kind of information you're digging for. As ridiculous as it sounds, the answer to your question would call for some full-on anal shagging.
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Well?
[He glances at him, one eyebrow raised. He's not going to force Nathan, but at the same time . . . ]
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[Nathan glances back. Two men...glancing. He looks behind him like as if there might be someone there? Katy? Hello...?]
Is this a come on?
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[Seduce him, coward! But Nathan reaches into his pocket, pulls out a lighter, fiddling with it. There are so many stupid, shitty, purposefully juvenile things he could say right now. All of them would probably just end up with more frustration on both ends...no questions answered, no favors gained. He clears his throat.]
The thing is...
[He doesn't want to say it, ugh! So he just blurts it out almost like an accusation.]
I've never had sex with another man before, okay? Everyone here makes it sound so easy! I like women!
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Sure you do.
[It's not a mocking echo, but rather a genuine assertion: sure, he does, Haymitch is sure.]
You don't like men at all?
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[Sputtering.....]
There was this one time I was gay. Like, real, real hungry for cock. But it was one specific cock and that doesn't count.
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[He doesn't move. Just keeps staring at Nathan,, his mouth cocked in half a smirk.]
But the rules are a little different here, yeah? It's not exactly like home.
[He says it for Nathan's sake, a distant thought given voice.]
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It's not gay when you have sex with other men in prison!
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[He doesn't even seem all that taken aback.]
But if you don't want to, Nathan, don't agree to it. Prison rules or whatever bullshit you wanna say to excuse it be damned.
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[And just like that, his confident snark starts to fade.]
I may or may not have already been put in situations where I've had to force myself to do shit I'm not comfortable with for the sake of the "greater good". Don't expect that'll be changing anytime soon.
[It's so easy to give in to his selfish impulses...except when that sneaky conscience of his whispers that he can't stand the idea of being responsible for a whole ship of people dying.]
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Well, you're not gonna with me.
[They're theoretically comforting words, although the hard his tone's gone hard might offset it completely.]
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[It comes out heavily for the single word that it is. It's like a stone flung into a dark pool of water, and Nathan's general mode of being is far from it. He clears his throat, looking down at the lighter that he's been playing with.]
Guess I wouldn't really care so much, 'cept it's like I'm getting shit on for it.
[Nathan frowns, tensing.]
Why the fuck am I even--you don't want to hear about any of that shit.
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[If only because any hint to their captors might help he and Katy get out of here.]
Who's been giving you shit?
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Now that's some information I'd love to tell you, because you really seem like the kinda guy who can fuck someone up for being a twat.
[However...]
My lovely friends from the other side have warned me that trying to kiss and tell never ends well, and I'm inclined to take their word for it.
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[But at least that tells him it isn't the other guests, so that's worth something.]
All this still doesn't answer me, though: do you want to? Or not?
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[Nathan clears his throat, and rolling his shoulders, seems to regain a bit of himself.]
That certainly depends on how well we can set up the mood, don't it?
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But fine. A mood? He can set a mood. Or he can at least try, as he stares over at Nathan with a gaze that's suddenly a bit more careful. Darker, studying his figure at his own leisure.]
You've never been with a guy. But you've thought about it.
[It's not a question, but an assertion.]
Tell me what you thought about.
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...when I thought I was in love with my mate, Simon, I was always thinking about how hard his stomach was. He was such a fucking shut-in but I could tell he was more fit than you could tell by the way he dressed.
[He's not sure when he started to look at his hands as he talked. He's never been bashful before.]
I couldn't stop thinking how it would feel with our bodies touching, his crushing mine, because he's built wider than me. How women are soft but together we'd both be so hard.
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But give him this: it's not like he chickens out on that speech. God, no. Maybe he's all tensed up, but that speech comes out great. Haymitch takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his thumbs idly hooked in his pockets.]
And for all that imagining, did you ever end up getting an answer to that? What it'd be like if he was on top of you?
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[It was embarrassing as all hell for both parties, but he still can't help smiling a little to think about it. Those were easier times, even if they were covering up multiple homicides.]
He ran away from me as fast as he could.
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I'm not running.
[. . .]
Tell me no if you want. I'll figure it out sooner or later. Tell me no, and I'll go.
[Or don't.]
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That doesn't happen, and he clears that lump out of his throat, trying to sound casual (and failing).]
Fuck it.
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So given this is your first time . . . think I oughta take the lead. Yeah?
[He says it quietly, utterly for his own amusement. But his hand drops, dragging idly down his chest, over his ribs, feeling him at his own pace.]
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[He's totally and absolutely in control of himself and all of his faculties right now. He can't stop himself from watching Haymitch's hands as they explore--and when he feels the space between his legs begin to stiffen he almost wants to kick himself. But that's the point, isn't it? If he wasn't getting aroused, this would be a very, very different situation.]
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Too bad we don't got a bed in here, huh? Might make it a little easier.
[His thumb brushes up over his hip, tracing out the sharp line there. His fingers drop in the next moment, tugging lightly on the loops of his trousers, pulling them down a little.]
But we'll make do.
[He kneels down in the next moment, slow and deliberate, his eyes flicking up to Nathan's face in silent question.]