( he shivers at the prickling sensation of stubble on his chest, torn between some stupid remark and equally stupid laughter. he settles for the latter, obvious in the way his shoulders shake and he murmurs some little 'hehe', and with gentle touches his fingertips skirt the underside of matt's jaw, drawn up from where they'd settled on his neck. )

If you had a dozen hands the real bug man would be you. ( scott's thumb moves, brushing over the jut of matt's lower lip. ) But honestly, ( cradling matt's cheek, he guides him to rest his ear close to where scott's heart beats for him ) I'd probably still want to make out with you like crazy, anyway.

Just 'cause I like you that much.