NatePat One-Shots

Why

"You've been moping around a bunch, is everything okay?" Brett asked Nate one day as he was sipping his coffee, laying on the couch and wearing the most somber face.

"Why." It wasn't even a question and the fact that his voice was so raspy did little to comfort the other.

"Because we're friends and I care about you," Brett answered with an obvious tone, looking up from his phone in confusion.

"Why." Nate said again, not even looking at the other man.

For the next few hours Nate didn't move from his spot on the couch, he'd occasionally get up to get food or use the bathroom but that's hardly considered moving. Brett noticed that he only ever said 'why', as if there was some sort of other meaning to what people were saying. Unfortunately, Nate didn't speak to Brett at all after that and it was starting to affect him and the fans. They worried about him, asking where he was, why he wasn't uploading, and why there was no information about his disappearance whatsoever. The fans weren't the only ones to notice and a certain theorist took an interest in this mysterious musicians' mortifying lack of inspiration, but how could he determine what was wrong with him? To put it simply, he couldn't, from what he'd heard from Brett it was nearly impossible to get a word out of him. Matthew waited a little longer before visiting just so he could get more information, having Brett and Morgan look after Nate and analyze what he did.

"Nate, why aren't you talking?" Morgan only ever asked him a question once a day since it all happened.

"Why." He answered, simple and plain, which gave Morgan a headache every time.

"Your fans are worried about you, man." Brett tried, hoping that guilting him into getting up would help.

There was little reaction and this time Nate answered back in a different way, he didn't say anything but he looked Brett straight in the eyes and he knew. Nate was tired of saying the same thing so his eyes spoke a thousand words, as if he thought he was wasting his breath, and when the state was over he returned to his usual laying position on the couch. The musician wasn't stupid, far from it, he wasn't about to let someone guilt him into something he just couldn't do in his current state. When Matthew heard about this sudden change in behavior he planned on coming to Los Angeles to see Nate, even if he didn't talk to him it would be enough to see him.

"Nate, there's a package for ya!" Brett called from the entrance, hoping that it was rouse Nate from his position.

"Why." Was his reply, angering Brett into pulling said package over to him.

"Quit asking why and say hello, Matt's here to see you!" Brett crossed his arms, watching Nate crane his neck so everything was upside down.

Matt found his stare unsettling as his eyes were practically dead when they met his own, filled to the brim with nothingness and the kind of childlike curiosity that made him uncomfortable. The moment only lasted a few seconds before Nate's gaze became a half-lidded stare and he returned to staring at the television in front of him, which was turned to the news channel. Matt watched in confusion and slight fear as Nate curled in on himself and proceeded to block out everyone in the room, he said nothing and thought about nothing which was hard when you had so many things to say.

"Nate, is there something wrong?" Matt asked, trying to start some form of conversation.

"Why." Nate answered, seeming as if he wanted to say something more.

"Because I want to help you, we're friends." The word struck him hard and he didn't know why, Matt had always considered him a friend, what did he want?

There was no response and Matt almost thought he was asleep or just ignoring him, but the ebony sat up and simply leaned against the other. Nate had his eyes narrowed at something and he could only assume he was thinking, what could he say? What do you say to that?

"You can't." Nate muttered, latching onto Matt's arm and hiding his face in his shoulder.

"I can't what?" Matt adjusted their positions and held Nate against him, gripping his shoulders.

"You just... can't." Nate was on the verge of tears, there were so many things he wanted to say, why didn't he say it?

Matt wrapped his arms around Nate's torso and held him close, feeling him snake his own arms around his waist. An odd sensation sparked in the musician's gut and he internally panicked, feeling the need to scream out, whenever Matt touched him he felt warm, he twitched at the feeling and held onto the theorist tighter.

'What is this? What is this? What is this?' His thoughts screamed at him, not knowing the affect he was having on Matt.

Matt could feel a blush spread from his face to the tips of his ears, his heart racing a mile a minute with how much Nate really needed him. Why did he feel this way? Why now? He could've sworn he'd felt like this before but he couldn't remember. Was there something missing? So many questions were left unanswered and it wasn't long before Matt snapped and released Nate from the hug, softly pressing his lips to his in what could only be described as a fervor.

'WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT IS THIS?!' Nate's thoughts exploded and he found himself unable to control his own actions.

He tried to lean away but Matt had him pressed against the arm of the couch now, Nate tried to push him away but he held a firm grip on him, and when his last attempt at stopping the feeling failed that same sensation swallowed him and he could finally breathe. Kissing back with equal force, Nate could feel the sparks and tingles running through his body. The kiss deepened and Matt's tongue had found its way into Nate's mouth, running over his own before exploring a bit further and an accidental moan escaped his occupied lips. Matt was pushed down until Nate was straddling his waist and running his hands over his body, fingers snaking up his shirt and barely touching skin. Matt hissed and kissed Nate one more time before they both pulled away, panting and exhausted.

It was a while before Matt spoke up, nearly completely out of breath and face flushed a bright red.

"Why...?" He asked, still clutching onto Nate.

"Why not?" Nate answered, waiting until he finally caught his breath before kissing Matt again.