Disclaimer: I do not own Guys and Dolls, and am not responsible for any slashy implications it may have for some people.


It had been a long time since Sky Masterson had felt good, or even decent, upon awakening, but as he lay here with Nathan he had to admit that he felt damn good.

It wasn't like that, he told himself. Adelaide had kicked Nathan out and Sarah was on a mission trip, so he had offered Nathan his bed. And here Nathan was, shirtless on his wife's side of the bed, sleeping with his back toward Sky.

He swallowed, knowing if he dwelled on Nathan's bare back for too long he wouldn't be able to stop himself, knowing that such things were evil and ungodlyand he ought to know that, married to a missionarybut that he could not deny the passion he had for this man. Nathan's skin was... soft, he knew that much, and that was what kept him from moving away. He had brushed his hand against Nathan's once, in a bar in Vegas, but they didn't bring that up anymore. And kissed him, in a shared hotel room not so far from here, but they had blamed that on the copious amounts of alcohol they had both been consuming.

But if it was because he was drunk, why did he still have this... urge...

He slid his arms around Nathan's torso, resting his hands on his stomach. Smooth skin, softer than his hands, with barely-defined muscles underneath. Subconsciously, he made a soft sound and kissed the back of his shoulder. The taste was sweet...

He felt Nathan's breathing change, knew he was awake and not struggling, not pushing him away. With a soft smile he leaned closer and whispered,

"Do you remember that bar in Vegas?"