Paxton wanted all of it with Isak in a way that felt steady and certain rather than rushed, a quiet knowing that settled deep in his chest every time he saw him, because being with Isak didn’t drain him or complicate things, it softened the sharp edges of his days and made everything feel a little more livable, and even when it was painfully late into the night and exhaustion tugged at him, just seeing Isak, just knowing he was okay, was enough to brighten Paxton’s entire world, the reassurance of his presence grounding him in a way nothing else could. There was something profoundly comforting in knowing Isak was safe, knowing he was right there with him, within reach, within sight, and Paxton didn’t shy away from admitting it, his voice low and honest as he confessed, “I want all that as well. I want you here. I want you with me. I know you’re safe here. I know I can keep my eyes on you. I like you being in reaching distance of me,” the words spilling out not as a demand but as a vulnerable truth, because loving Isak meant wanting closeness not to control him, but to protect, to share space, to exist together without fear.
After saying it, Paxton headed upstairs with an easy familiarity, the house quiet around him as he climbed back onto his bed, settling into the mattress like it was a place of certainty, stretching his arms up and out in a lazy, unguarded way just as Isak walked into the room, the sight of him instantly drawing a grin across Paxton’s face. “We can talk about it in the bed, baby,” he said cheekily, patting the space beside him with an open invitation that carried warmth rather than pressure, his tone light but affectionate as he added, “Come here,” before glancing around the room with exaggerated seriousness and laughing softly. “It’s warmer than standing up in the middle of the room.” He shifted and shuffled closer to the other side of the bed, deliberately making as much space as he could, wanting Isak to feel welcome, wanted, unconfined, his movements instinctively accommodating.
Paxton leaned back slightly, watching Isak with an expression that was equal parts fond and playful, running his fingers through his own dark hair to brush it out of his face before pointing toward Isak’s jacket with a teasing smirk. “Take that off first though,” he chuckled, his voice low and affectionate. “Outdoors clothing doesn’t enter this space.” There was an ease to the moment, a softness that spoke of trust and familiarity, and as he patted the bed again he added gently, “Come on baby, make yourself comfortable, my love,”.
Isak didnt get the chance to reply before Paxton was gone and soon Isak was in the same room again. Isak didnt say anything for a while. Just watched Paxtons moved and listened to his voice. His eyes following everything he did. The fingers in his hair, he moving to make space for Isak. Isak always felt so much love and care around him. That man was so beautiful, so sexy and so kind and considerate. Isak slowly took his jacket off after Paxton commented on it. " one second, i´m coming. The bed really is warmer tha standng here " he giggled "especially with you in it. Your always so hot" Isak bit the inside of his lip softly. He carefully folded his jacket it and put it on top of the dresser. Isak then proceeded to take his pants off as well. Even tho they were pajamas pants. Isak wasnt a fan of bringing cloths to bed that he had been wearing elsewhere. Next the t-shirt follower and he folded it all neatly making a pile on the dresser. The boy then moved and crawled into bed next to Paxton. He found it really inviting and showed so much care how Paxton had moved to make room for him, but Isak typically wasnt one to take up much space, he turned on his side to look at Paxton.
" i love being here with you, You always make me feel so loved and safe. Like i know when im with you, you wont let anything bad happen to me. You take such good care of me" Isak talked quietly but voice full of love. The boy put his hands together right under his chin and rested his head on them. He bit his lip and looked at Paxton. " do you really think you can handle living with me? like all the time? i´m really difficult, i´m really particular with how things are and should be" Isak said with worry. He had never been an easy person to live with. He had ticks and habits he struggled with breaking. He needed things a certain way. Isak did worry how it would be for Paxton having to live with all that always. He knew the man already lived with it when he was there and it didnt look like Paxton minded, but would it be the same if they lived together 24/7.

















