All The Ways We Touch [BxB]

ten - sharing is caring

Pulling into his garage, Elliot parked and the four climbed out of the car.

"Sleep well," Vera yawned, going into the house with Jack, his arm wrapped around her waist. Whether they'd reconciled had yet to be seen, but Elliot doubted it, as annoying as it was to watch them do the same song and dance.

"Yeah, 'night."

"Goodnight," Jamison called, looking to Elliot for his lead.

Passing him, Elliot walked into the house and waited for him to follow before closing and locking the door to the garage. "How about I give you a tour in the morning?"

Nodding, he followed Elliot through the darkened house, his head still too all over the place to try to be very curious. It didn't matter anyway; he was sure it was large and expensive and nicer than any house he'd ever been in. Besides, he figured this wouldn't be the last time he was there.

"We're gonna go up some stairs, okay? It's a bit longer than normal stairs...the ceilings are taller downstairs."

"Okay."

Leading him up the stairs, Elliot tried not to fret about Jamison losing his balance and falling down them. "You good?"

"I'm fine," he insisted, using the hand railing to steady himself, and followed Elliot down a hall when they reached the landing. "You don't—"

"Need to worry so much, I know," he muttered. "You don't need to repeat yourself so much."

"I'll stop when you stop worrying about me."

"Friends worry about each other, get used to it," he said, rolling his eyes. Opening the door to his bedroom, Elliot flipped on the light and stepped inside. "Don't judge me too harshly."

Walking into the master bedroom, Jamison's eyes went wide at how much space he had. "Your bedroom is way bigger than my apartment."

Closing the door, Elliot locked it and sighed. "Yeah, this is kind of a bad look for me."

On one side of the room was a huge bed and a giant TV mounted opposite it. Turning, he noticed a massive shelving unit full of movies. Crossing to it, he smiled and ran his index finger over their spines as he looked at the titles, not that he'd recognized many of them. "So what're you? A cine—" he paused, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to remember the term.

"Cinephile?"

"Yeah!" He laughed, the lopsided grin back. "So, are you?"

"I dunno, I haven't really thought about it," he shrugged, "I think I just like movies."

"Wow! For once, the amazing Elliot doesn't have an answer," he teased. "Wait, the amazing Elliot makes you sound like a magician." Laughter burst from him in waves, his whole body shaking.

Somehow, Jamison seemed drunker than at the beach, though Elliot was unbothered by it, but it was hard not to wonder if all of the nature had been grounding him in some way. "Oh yeah? What'd my trick be?"

"I already told you. You have all the answers," he said, and approached him. "Or think you do, but you're sooo..." he trailed off.

"I'm so what?"

"I'm hot," he pouted. "Can I please take off my jacket?"

'You can take off whatever you want.' With a soft laugh, he nodded. "Of course. You don't have to ask for permission to get comfortable."

"Thanks, you're a good—" he stopped himself and clapped his hands against his cheeks. "I didn't finish what I was saying earlier, did I?" He seemed not to notice that there was now another sentence that would go unfinished.