[Tate lays on his stomach for a little bit longer after Derek rolls off, wondering if he's fucked it up - missing the familiar looming weight of him and the sex that they almost just had. He can feel traces of Derek's teeth against his neck and he touches it before slouching over on his side, adjusting his hips with his cock hard and hardly hidden. His lips stick together before trembling just a bit - he's telling him he doesn't need to be jealous. What a joke.]
I saw the way you look at Reggie, the way you two...
[He's petty. He's hurting and he's so incredibly jealous it's unbelievable. His brows knit and he looks at Derek like he knows he's done wrong because how could he not - he can't logically explain the gut wrenching jealousy that makes him want to spit out bile and gag on his own insecurities.]
I want that. I want to know without a doubt that we have that. Not something different, or better - I want that for us too. I don't want to make you mad bringing it up but it's just important, I think, that we talk about it. I know you want it too.
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I saw the way you look at Reggie, the way you two...
[He's petty. He's hurting and he's so incredibly jealous it's unbelievable. His brows knit and he looks at Derek like he knows he's done wrong because how could he not - he can't logically explain the gut wrenching jealousy that makes him want to spit out bile and gag on his own insecurities.]
I want that. I want to know without a doubt that we have that. Not something different, or better - I want that for us too. I don't want to make you mad bringing it up but it's just important, I think, that we talk about it. I know you want it too.