"really??" oliver's entire demeanor lit up at the other's offer. then he snickered, shooting jaxon a cautious look. "are you sure? i might never leave." he warned playfully. though that didn't sound so bad, honestly. hanging around jaxon's place more often than his own. he wouldn't actually suggest it though. he had a dog to look after at his own place, and unlike oliver himself, some people valued their alone time.
it was as if jaxon had read oliver's mind, coming even closer just as he had found himself mentally yearning for him to do so. thank god. he sighed weakly, resting his palms limly against jaxon's chest. his heart was racing, and oliver feared that it might just burst right out of his chest at any moment. to say that it excited him would be an understatement. he didn't know how to explain it. magic? or maybe he was dying? but was dying supposed to feel this good?
jaxon's other hand joined the first one against his skin, and oliver closed his eyes, breathing out a sight of sweet, sweet bliss. he was someone that loved to be touched, but this sensation was so different from what he'd felt before. jaxon's fingers felt so nice on his skin. his body felt as if it had been engulfed in flames, and yet he shivered.
oliver's eyes flickered open once more at the word. he didn't know what sort of answer he had expected, but breathtaking certainly wasn't it. his cheeks warmed up, and for a moment he looked completely helpless. for the first time he didn't know what to say. oliver, who usually had no problem chatting up a storm, was rendered completely silent. it had to be some kind of miracle. but he was happy. he liked it. he liked that jaxon liked what he saw. he loved it.
"hey... jaxon..." he murmured. he didn't know why he'd tried to speak up when he didn't even know what he wanted to say. jaxon wasn't close enough. his hands were on his bare skin but he still wasn't close enough. closer, he pleaded, leaning forward. they were so close, but still too far. oliver could have kissed him. he probably would have had no regrets if he did. but instead he turned his head. his lips brushed against jaxon's ear as he whispered, his signature smile returning.
"i'm going to go find another shirt." he whispered, a soft giggle following. he lingered in place, to feel the other's touch for just a moment longer, before stepping away to head towards his room. he was overwhelmed in the most wonderful ways, but he didn't know what to do with himself. he'd never felt these sensations and it kept him from thinking straight. being so confused to the point that he'd have to step away for a second to think? this was so unlike him.
his heart still hadn't settled by the time he reached his bedroom. and honestly, he didn't want to calm down yet. come get me... he thought. it doesn't matter why. just for a little longer... his steps slowed. stop me.