[Derek's slinking over him and he feels the weight of his body, heavy and solid behind him. He likes that feeling of goosebumps spreading over his skin and the flickering feeling in his chest of his heart going haywire. Maybe he did miss that after all or maybe he's just become so aware of how much Derek likes it that he now likes it too. That's how it tends to be with Tate. He wants to be what the people he loves want him to be. With a few notable exceptions.
His fingers curl into the sheets and he wets his lips, voice oddly stilted. His head bows and this has been weighing on him since the woods. The feelings of jealousy, the rage and inferiority. He breathes in sharp, holding it for a beat before spitting out his next few words curtly.]
I'm not asking to make you want to fuck me. I'm asking because - I want to know.
[His heart hitches again, and his voice feels foreign. His eyes are misting.]
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[Derek's slinking over him and he feels the weight of his body, heavy and solid behind him. He likes that feeling of goosebumps spreading over his skin and the flickering feeling in his chest of his heart going haywire. Maybe he did miss that after all or maybe he's just become so aware of how much Derek likes it that he now likes it too. That's how it tends to be with Tate. He wants to be what the people he loves want him to be. With a few notable exceptions.
His fingers curl into the sheets and he wets his lips, voice oddly stilted. His head bows and this has been weighing on him since the woods. The feelings of jealousy, the rage and inferiority. He breathes in sharp, holding it for a beat before spitting out his next few words curtly.]
I'm not asking to make you want to fuck me. I'm asking because - I want to know.
[His heart hitches again, and his voice feels foreign. His eyes are misting.]
Tell me you think of me like that.