It was a bit frustrating.
Because Tom knew that Jason liked him. The way he obviously cared about him, the way he looked at him, the fact that he caught him staring sometimes, how he touched him.
But still, his seduction plans hadn't come to their desired result.
Even talking about Jason's biceps the other day hadn't helped.
Jason had his shirt already pulled off when Tom had come back from the bathroom, but despite a chuckle, he had seemed immune to Tom's compliments.
Tom had already had the terrible thought that Jason had moaned another Tom's name under that shower in Leipzig, but today, he pushed it away when he decided that more drastic methods were needed.
They had been out to buy dishes and cutlery and so on, and it had been incredibly nice to ride with Jason who was almost a boringly safe driver. Now they were finishing putting all that stuff into Tom's new kitchen and he was really giddy with joy because it added massively to the feeling of homeliness.
"What's up?" Jason laughed.
"Nothing," he grinned, "I'm just happy, that's all."
"Oh, that's wonderful," Jason replied and ruffled his hair and sounded really, really glad about that.
"So, I guess we're done for today, aren't we?" he asked while Tom was still reminiscing the affectionate hair-ruffling he had just gotten.
"Yep, we're done. Time to grab a bite," he chirped and kind of abruptly pulled his T-shirt off.
It ended up inside out, so he pretended to be busy with turning it back. Then he rubbed his shoulder and winced a bit for good measure before finally looking back up.
Jason was still staring at him.
That was his cue.
"Shit, this is more exhausting than I'd thought..."
Jason chuckled. "What did you think? Our wands aren't working in this life, boy."
Tom snorted and didn't stop kneading his own shoulder.
He could see Jason hesitate. "Do you need a backrub?" he asked finally.
Tom smiled sweetly at him. "That'd be great," he replied and turned around so that he could lean a bit against the counter.
And then Jason's hands were on his shoulders. His wonderful, big and warm and gorgeous hands...
"That good?"
"Mmhh...yes...," he heard himself purr and Jason chuckle.
He chuckled a bit awkwardly and Tom wasn't sure if his back or Jason's hands were sweaty, but awkward didn't mean he didn't like it. Maybe it only meant he liked it too much. Oh god, Tom hoped so...
"There you go," Jason finally said, and this time, Tom was perfectly sure that his voice sounded a bit hoarse when he pulled away his hands only a few seconds later.
Tom wouldn't accept that.
"That was all?" he asked with a perfectly cheeky grin in his opinion. "I mean, it was nice, but a bit short to get rid of my pain, don't you think?"
Jason raised his eyebrows. "Are you getting cheeky again, boy?"
"What do you mean 'cheeky'? I was just enjoying your massage so much that I'd like you to give me another one," Tom explained and blinked up at Jason with his best puppy eyes.
Jason visibly quarrelled with himself, then he sighed. "Alright, turn around."
And that was it. Tom was smiling and his chest flooded with an incredible warmth. "You'd do that? Really?" he asked excitedly and somehow it was suddenly very easy to put one hand on Jason's neck. "You must like me very much..."
