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He tries to beg. He’s not positive if he succeeds. He’s not sure if Nathan even responds.
Nathan collects him at some point, pulling him up until his back is pressed against Nathan’s chest. He grips Carter’s throat with one hand, using the other to hold him in place by the hip. Carter whines. It’s about all he can do. Words are a foreign concept at the moment. Not that he has the breath to speak even if his vocabulary was in place.
“Come for me, Carter,” Nathan growls in his ear, hand flexing on Carter’s throat. “Come for me right now.”
Carter shakes his head, not even to argue, but to - to - he doesn’t evenknow. He just keeps shaking his head. He sobs too.
And then he comes.
He comes with his back bowed, tears falling down his cheeks, Nathan fucking up into him with abandon. He comes as Nathan releases him, his body turning to jelly, falling forward until he’s lying limp against the mattress. He comes until he feels emptied of everything but Nathan’s cock that continues brutally fucking him.
Carter finally manages to catch his breath when his orgasm tapers off. Nathan bites down on his shoulder, pulling a hoarse shout from him. Then Carter is fucking comingagain.
Things go fuzzy then. Blissfully fuzzy.
The only thing that makes its way through his sex-induced haze are three words. “I love you.”
And Carter’s vocabulary returns with some words of his own. “I love you, too.”
???
I love you, too.
Nathan stands at the sink after wiping himself down, hands braced on the counter, weight leaning forward. He can’t stop staring at his reflection. At the man in the mirror. The man that Carter Beckett loves.
I love you, too.
He can still taste the boy’s salty-sweet skin on his tongue. He can still feel the way he shivered against him. The way he writhed beneath his hands. He can still hear his soft moans and whimpers. His gasps. His begging.
His confession.
I love you, too.
Nathan doesn’t think he’ll ever stop hearing that confession.
I love you, too.
Nathan splashes his face with cold water, hoping to snap himself out of this spiral Carter has suddenly plunged him into. Maybe he should blame himself. He was the one to confess his love first, after all.
But he’s said it before. He had no idea the boy was going to throw his entire existence for a fucking loop by saying the wordsback. He’s never said them back. He’s never even remembered Nathan saying them at all.
I love you, too.
“Fuck.” Nathan dries his face with a hand towel. “Fuck.Fuck.”
I love you, too.
Nathan does the responsible thing. He collects his supplies - a bowl of warm water, a fresh cloth, the med kit Benny gave him - and heads back into the bedroom. Carter is sprawled out on his back, limp but awake. He gives Nathan a sleepy smile, though his eyes hold apprehension. “Sir?”
I love you, too.
“Still Nathan,” Nathan promises, knowing that’s what his boy is afraid of. “I’m going to clean you up and check how you’re healing, alright?”
The boy’s smile widens.
I love you, too.
Nathan gently washes the boy’s chest and stomach, then his soft cock and balls. He turns him over and washes between his ass cheeks. He presses kisses over the soft, pliant globes of flesh. He presses kisses over every bruise and healing cut. He presses kisses on each individual knob of his spine.
