Jadam Oneshots

Touchy-Feely

Dedicated to @billhader0417 cause it's their b-day. 😘

Adam's pov

Ever since James and I had begun dating, I had found myself feeling more nervous and timid around him than usual.

More and more recently he had become more cuddly with me, and always seemed to be touching me in some way, whether it was just a brush of the knee, or him playing with my hair during movies.

The problem wasn't that I was uncomfortable with it, quite the opposite in fact, but I just wasn't very good at reciprocating those feelings the same way he did.

It almost seemed second nature to him, to run his thumb over my hand, or touch my knee when trying to get my attention, and it absolutely undid me.

More than once, we would be having a normal conversation at dinner with our friends, talking about funny or embarrassing stories from our childhoods, when James would ever-so-lightly run his fingertips over my thigh.

I would be left a sputtering, blushing mess halfway through my story, leaving everyone else at the table confused and a bit concerned.

I soon set out to somehow show James how I felt about him the same way he showed me.

All I could focus on during activities was how touchy-feely I could get before either James or I got too embarrassed.

It started off with me initiating hand holding, or little brushes here and there on his arm or back, and escalated to me placing random kisses here and there in random settings.

He seemed completely unfazed by everything, and in fact took it as an invitation to do the same to me.

Which of course left me incoherent for hours on end.

It wasn't until weeks after I had begun my physical tactic that I realized just why it wasn't working the same way for James as it did with me.

He was working in his office with the lights off, with his large drawing tablet glowing brightly on the ceiling.

I had decided to sneak up behind him, and do the cute (and kinda weird) hugging trend people did with their significant others on TikTok.

Half crawling onto his lap, I buried my face in his neck, peppering kisses all over in hopes of getting him at least a little bit flustered. 

My hope dwindled as he just continued working without a pause, other than to hug my waist with his right arm.

Not a hint of pink was on his cheeks at my attempt, and with a sigh of defeat, I turned my body to look at what was so important on his screen.

Pure astonishment hit me as I gazed at the gorgeous photo he was drawing.

A beautiful blue and purple galaxy was drawn on the screen, a silhouette of two people walking towards it hand in hand.

Turning quickly back to face James, my amazement flowed from my lips, as I practically shouted compliments at him.

"Dude that's so gorgeous!"

"You think?" He sheepishly responded, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

"Absolutely! I love how you blended the colors that way! And the people's silhouettes look so realistic and amazing!"

James seemed more embarrassed than usual as he responded.

"It's nothing, really. I just wanted to try something new, I guess."

Realization dawned upon me that I had somehow made James get flustered enough to avoid looking me in the eye as I showered him with compliments and loving words.

I realized then that the reason James didn't seem to get as flustered as me when dealing with physical touch, was because it wasn't his love language.

I had just assumed since I became very flustered at any sort of physical touch, that everyone else would too, but I went about it all the wrong way.

I wanted James to know how much I loved him by showing him the way I felt loved by other people, but he never really saw it that way.

So I made a mental note to compliment him whenever I could.

This tactic worked far better at flustering poor James.

I would make remarks about how great he was doing when trying out a new recipe, or told him how amazing his art was whenever he sheepishly showed it to me.

We would have deep conversations that led to James ranting on about a topic of interest, and I would comment on how absolutely adorable he was when he was passionate about something.

All of these times resulted in a more and more flustered James, who could never seem to form a complete sentence for a few minutes after.

I slowly became more and more accustomed to the touching, and initiating it without a second thought, while James became a bit more used to the compliments thrown his way at random moments.

It became a good system, and it helped us both to know just how much we loved each other.

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