"Believe that, too," he says, almost laughs, fumbling in the sheets for the tube again and spilling some more lube onto his fingers. What's changed? How does he believe it? He doesn't know. It's not something that he can explain, something that he's arrived at through rational thought and careful evaluation. It's just here, arrived all at once in his mind--because it's really been here the whole time.

Maybe later he won't be able to really believe it, that Neil wants to touch him, wants to be touched, wants to be with him. But now he does and it's something to hold onto.

He slicks himself, lines himself up one-handed, leaning up on his elbow, and rolls his hips forward in a motion as easy and smooth as anything. And just like that he's in, clutching at Neil's thigh with sticky fingers as he breaths out a rough moan.

"Love you... too." Just like that. Easy.