free fall

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the legs wrapped around his hips, their bodies pressed together to the point where no distance was left behind — all of these things made jaxon’s head to feel dizzy, a giddy feeling taking over his body. he wanted this more. but also, he craved to feel oliver’s skin against his own, no matter if it was only the shirts the ones who had to go away or all their clothes. though, it was a little bit tricky, given the fact that they were in his family’s pool and his parents or younger sister could walk on them anytime. not soon, because he knew their schedules, but at some point during the day sure.

with his eyes moving down to the older’s lips, he sighed softly, teeth nibbling on his lower lip, before looking back into oliver’s eyes. good god, he really wanted to kiss him. it was like he was drowning, with all that water around them, with all that tension that was making his body to tremble and only oliver could save him. and maybe he could, jaxon couldn’t know that just yet. so when he felt finger tracing the line of his jawline and then touching his lower lip, on the same spot he bit not long ago, the younger almost lost all the control he had. what was he waiting for? oliver’s approval. no matter what were his feelings for his hyung, jaxon wouldn’t dare to make a move without knowing the other was okay with it. because losing oliver was something he couldn’t afford it.

and yet, for the first time, oliver found himself wanting more than he was being given.

the tension between the two of them was almost palpable. oliver was losing his mind. sure, he had been attracted to others before, but it had never eaten at him like this. the craving to touch and be touched was much stronger than he was used to. he wondered, as close as their bodies were, could jaxon feel his heart racing? could he feel the way his body trembled with anticipation? the way his breath hitched when their lips finally connected?

he tasted like pool water.

⊰ 🔺 ⊱ —- without giving up on the pout, at least not until oliver was going to give him the attention he needed and wanted, jaxon watched him and hummed, fingers playing with the hem of the older’s shirt, arms still wrapping around his waist. what can you do? jaxon was a sucker for attention. especially if was oliver the one who was giving it.

when the other boy finally turned his head and looked at him, sign that he was there with him again, jaxon pouted some more, enjoying way too much the arms wrapped around his shoulders and the hot breath hitting his lips and jaw. he almost trembled. almost. but he managed to hold himself back from doing that, eyes never leaving the older male. not soon after, jaxon found himself smiling. that bunny smile he had everytime he was around oliver, not that he was using it often, because he was just shy and because he didn’t want oliver to tease him, even if he was sure the older wouldn’t do that.

jaxon had such a cute smile. oliver couldn't avoid the thought even if he tried. it was just so cute and sweet, and instantly made him feel a million times better than he was already feeling. such a precious expression. he wanted to cherish it for as long as possible. he could brag for days about how much he liked jaxon's smile, but he didn't want to embarrass the male. but, god... what a cutie. honestly.

"where'd you get an idea like that?" oliver countered. "i could totally tell you no if i wanted to... it's just that i don't want to."

⊰ 🔺 ⊱ —- at oliver’s question, jaxon’s eyes lit up a little, a bright grin spreading over his lips as he fought the urge to grab the older and to pull him back into his arms. he just needed to control himself, really. yet, only the thought of being able to see oliver’s handsome face every night before going to sleep was making him giddy and at some point, he hoped for that to happen, even if he was too shy to admit that, even to himself.❝ you can just crash at my apartment anytime you want, then, ❞ he said, thanking the gods that he decided to move in alone before he started the last year of highschool. it gave him some freedome he wouldn’t have had if he would have stayed with his parents.

he was ready to catch the older’s hands if he would have tried to cover himself. he was ready to even stop him from going to get another shirt or sweater. why? jaxon didn’t know. or well, he had an idea, but he was too busy admiring oliver to start thinking at what his thoughts mean and why did he act like he did in that moment. but as long as the other man didn’t mind that, he had no real reason to stop and honestly, he didn’t want to stop. it was the first time he got those feelings around oliver and thinking better, he knew it won’t be the last, so jaxon wanted to know. what were they meant? were they was he was thinking? was oliver feeling the same?

it’s like oliver’s gaze is asking him to get even closer than he already was and who was jaxon to ignore that? with just a little gap between his body and oliver’s, the younger took a deep breath, allowing himself to enjoy the excitement he could feel in that moment, when his fingers were touching oliver’s skin. for awhile, he just watched the older’s face, his reactions being the ones that jaxon craved.

and when he was reassured that he didn’t do or say anything wrong, his second hand followed, touching the skin and taking everything in. oliver was warm and his skin was so soft against his fingertips, it made him feel dizzy for reasons he didn’t understand. jesus christ, jaxon thought, eyes searching the older ones again.

"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.

breathtaking.

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.

snorting when he felt oliver pressing his full lenght against his body ( not that he was too heavy, let’s be real ), he shook his head playfully, repeating the acting as soon as he heard the older’s laughter. he felt his chest warm and his heart beating faster. way too fast for his own good, because he had the impression that olive might hear it and that was a little bit embarrassing. just a little, not too much. but again, maybe if the other boy would hear, he’d know what’s going on. maybe he’d tell him he has the same reaction when jax was around and that was okay for him to feel like that. so many maybes.

once they reached the edge of the pool, jaxon made sure oliver is sitting comfortable between his arms, before he allowed him to catch his breath. he didn’t have problem, used with all the effort he was making at the gym so instead of panting, he tightened his grip on oliver’s body, his nose nuzzling into his hair. with a little smile, jaxon pressed his lips against the crown of the older’s boy head, an affectionate smile attached to his lips as he closed his eyes for a few seconds.

he allowed his hair to be pushed back without complaint, never taking his eyes off of the other. he leaned back against the edge of the pool, his legs wrapping around jaxon's hips underwater to pull him in and keep their bodies pressed together. this lack of space between them, he could easily get used to it.

something about jaxon's response struck a chord in him. he was suddenly much more aware of the way his heart thudded hard and rapidly against his ribcage. had it been doing that the whole time? what was it --- excitement? anticipation? was he nervous? maybe all three? he couldn't help himself when he briefly eyed the other's lips and the droplets of water that clung to them. so soft and inviting... drawing an arm back, his index finger slowly traced the sharp line of jaxon's jaw before gently tapping the younger's lower lip. and then he smiled, his longing gaze much more believable than the joking tone of his voice.

as soon as he felt jaxon's teeth poking at his shoulder, he pressed his full weight against the male, tilting his head back as if dead. the act didn't last long, however, and the boy cackled --- typical oliver, never containing his laughter. allowing himself the be pulled back against the other, he took note of the firmness of jaxon's chest. he must work out. he'd thought it a few times before, when resting in the younger's arms. he felt strong. safe --- from what, he had no idea.

he was guided forward, trapped between the edge of the pool and jaxon's body. he didn't mind it one bit. once again he leaned back against the other, panting softly as he tried to catch his breath. all of that running around and then being underwater for a bit had left him in need of a breather. even though the water was a bit cold, he felt warm with the younger male against him.

⊰ 🔺 ⊱ —- no, they weren’t out in public and honestly, jaxon was so greatful for that, because all he wanted, was to be with oliver. just the two of them, without others around. he hoped the older wouldn’t mind his fingers running all over his hair, making a mess behind. but he couldn’t help it. it was just the feeling of needing to feel oliver as close as possible.

❝ yes, it’ll look better on you. you’ll be so cute and fluffy and warm. and if you’re not careful, i might kidnap you and make you my plushie. that way i will be able to sleep with you at night, ❞ he mused, cheeks flushing a light pink because of his words. jaxon didn’t understand what’s gotten into him, saying all those stuff to the older male, acting like a shy kid, which he actually was at that point. a kid and shy as well. but he didn’t care. he was honest and he hoped oliver won’t get scared away by his bluntness. feeling the kiss on his cheek, he smiled and looked at the older, a bit disappointed when he pulled back and he was no longer holding him into his arms.

blinking, he just watched oliver starting to pull at his sweater, eyes following his movements until his eyes got drawn to the older’s skin. again, jaxon felt the urge to step closer, to touch and to explore, the same curiousity striking again. would he feel something if he’d touch oliver again? would oliver feel something? trying not to stare, because after all, oliver was gorgeous and it was hard not to, he played with the ring he was wearing, humming softly. jax clutched his hands around the sweater, feeling the material warm ( nothing weird with that, oliver wore all that time, after all ), before he realized that something wasn’t really okay. was oliver upset? did something happen? placing the sweater on the couch, he looked back at the older, before clearing his throat and just pushing away all the thoughts. he wasn’t going to just stare like an idiot and to wonder “what if?”.

of course jaxon's honesty wouldn't scare oliver away. after all, he was the same way. it wouldn't make sense to be put off by someone acting the same way that he did. "doesn't the person have to be unwilling for it to be a kidnapping?" oliver asked, a playful smile on his face. there was no way that he would have been able to play it off; the idea of sleeping with jaxon every night was far too pleasant to ignore. and of course, he was terrible at keeping his thoughts to himself. "that doesn't sound so bad to me." he added, his own cheeks dusted with a faint rosy color.

once the sweater was off and in jaxon's hands, he felt the younger's eyes on him and that twisting sensation in his stomach returned. he had to resist the urge to wrap his arms around himself, to hide the soft, tanned skin that was currently exposed. this was a completely new feeling. he had never felt a need to hide himself. he'd never been so curious to know how he looked in another's eyes. surely he didn't look revolting or anything, but... was it disappointing? or maybe.. better than jaxon had imagined? had he even imagined it? oliver had never wondered these things before.

he watched as jaxon set the sweater down, and didn't say a word as he stepped closer. in fact, he silently encouraged it. come closer. their eyes met, gazes locked on one another's, and oliver's body tensed ever so slightly as the other's touch sent another jolt of electrifying excitement through his body.

soft lips curled into a smile, a quiet chuckle escaping. "it's not like that..." he reassured the male with a shake of his head. the feeling of jaxon's fingers lingered on his flesh, warm and tingling and so distracting.