paxton

[isakvaltersen03]

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.

[paxtonmerrels]

Paxton watched as Isak carefully folded the clothes, the neatness of it catching him slightly off guard in a way that made a quiet smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. He hadn’t expected him to be so precise; honestly, he would’ve been perfectly fine with the clothes ending up in a loose pile on the floor, something to deal with in the morning rather than fuss over now. Still, there was something endearing about it, the quiet order Isak brought into a space that was usually just Paxton’s controlled kind of chaos. Shifting slightly so he could get a better view of him, Paxton adjusted himself in bed as Isak climbed in beside him. The mattress was a proper double, something Paxton had deliberately chosen for comfort rather than necessity, because even in his small apartment he valued having space to stretch out, especially since he tended to move in his sleep and hated the feeling of being boxed in. Having room meant not waking up half hanging off the edge, and right now it also meant having space for Isak without it feeling cramped or temporary. Reaching out, Paxton let his fingers drift through Isak’s hair as he listened to him speak, grounding himself in the contact. “Why would I let something bad happen to you? If anyone tried to come in here and hurt us, I’d do everything in my power to make sure you were protected. I want you to know that. My main priority in life is to keep you safe and sound.” His voice softened as he spoke, even as a tired yawn slipped through, though he didn’t pull away, if anything, being near Isak made it harder to switch off.

Paxton shifted closer, his tone easing into something more open as he continued. “You can treat this place like your own if you moved in with me,” he admitted honestly. “You can change things to however you want them. Have them your own particular way. Home is with you, not how it looks on the inside. The only thing you can’t change is the bed,” he added with a small chuckle. “This is staying, but anything else? You can change it to how you want it looking.” Leaning down, he pressed a slow kiss to Isak’s lips, lingering just enough to make the moment feel certain. “Stop worrying about me and how things might change. Change is good. I’d love you here with me. I have for months now. I don’t ever want to rush you, but living with my boyfriend? That sounds so fucking magical.”

[isakvaltersen03]

Ususally Isak took really long to think things through. Only a handful of times had the thought crossed his mind of what it would be like to live together with paxton, but not enough for isak to say he had thought much about it. However, this time, Isak didnt think much about it. He didnt want to think about. When it came to Paxon, Isak wanted it all. He loved the young man oh so much. "i want to fall asleep wrapped up in you and wake up by your side. I dont wanna just sleep over every now and then. I wan to be with you through all the basic moments in a day. I wanna come home to you when im exhausted after a long tough practice or when i got a good grade on a paper. I want to share the quiet moments when we are to exhausted to smile and the fun times when you are a total goof" he said with a small giggle.

Isak smiled a the attention Paxton was giving his neck right now. The boy did love when Paxton did that." maybe we should make it forever Paxton. " he bit his lip thinking about it a bit. The smile on his face however faded just a little at the mention of his sister " yeah she trusts you, she loves you. I dont know if she would mind or not tho" he tried not to think about her right now. He would have to talk to his sister a bit about this. Isak had never been without her, not since he got adopted. Isak wasnt good at being away from her and it did make him a little nervous. Right now he was choosing to not think too much about it tho. Isaks smile came back as he saw the familiar grin and the confidence in his voice. Isak could see he was nervous, something that Made Isak want to do this even more. It confirmed to him how much Paxton wanted this and Isak felt that he himself did as well " It sounds like a good idea" isak finally confirmed " lets cuddle and get good sleep ever night" he said with a smile looking at him.

Isak didnt like when Paxton pulled away from him, when his hnd left his body and he stood there away from him. When Paxton told him to drink his water and that he wouldbe waiting in his room, Isak got strait to chugging. He didnt want to be down here alone drinking water when his boyfriend was alone in his bedroom. He wanted to be in paxtons arms, not another room. Isak drank some water as he watched Paxton walk away, looking at him over his shoulder and soon the man was out of sight. Isak pored the rest of his water in the sink and put his glass away in the dishwasher before he jogged after his boyfriend " baby" he said as he entered, his eyes scanning the room for his boyfriend. " about the whole moving in " he said stepping close to him

[paxtonmerrels]

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,”.

[isakvaltersen03]

Isak was always at ease when he was with Paxton. No matter how stressful his day had been, coming to paxtons place and hanging with him always brought him right back to comfort. Isak didnt quite understand what it was, but there was something about not always having to talk, not always having to explain but still being heard and understood. It was amazing to Isak when he came to paxtons place, emotionally exhausted and lost, one hug was all he needed, the way Paxton would hold him just the tiniest bit tighter than on a normal day , it made him feel heard and loved without a single word. It was rare the kind of bond and understanding the two had. Something Isak never wanted to loose. Paxton meant everything to him. " i do come over whenever i.... " isaks eyes widened just a little bit. He was taken back as he just registered what Paxton had just said, or what he thought he had said but it coulnt be, could it? did Paxton really want him to move in or was it all a joke? Isak was having a hard time wrapping his head around it " wait.... w-what?" he stuttered. Living with Paxton, Isak couldnt say he had thought much about it. It wasnt long since he moved in with his sister and her boyfriend, it had been a big change and isak was not good at handling changes for the most part. Moving in with his boyfriend... how would that work? Isak was trying to imagine i and all he could see were cozy nights cuddling over a movie and not having to end it before it was too late in the evening to go home. Getting to sleep by paxtons side all night every night. long mornings goofing around or sting quietly over a bowl of cereal. It sounded really nice to Isak, but he had fears as well.

Isak could feel Paxton watching him, something that usually made the boy feel uncomfortable, but when Paxton did it, Isak loved it and it made him feel special. As Isak felt Paxtons gentle touch, he turned back to him with the biggest of smiled, that mans touch always seemed like magic. He took a deep breath as he felt Paxstons skin touching his, it was as if sparks flew. His smile widened and he giggled as Paxton ordered him to drink his water fist. Isak was thirsty, he hadnt asked Paxton to get him a glass of water for nothing. " This?"he asked picking up the glass. " you want me to drink all his first? i dont know baby, it might take all night and you might not get any cuddles before i have to go practice" he joked. Isak didnt have practice tomorrow anyways. But he loved joking and teasing Paxton

Feeling his boyfriends attention on his neck, Isak couldnt help but let out a breath of comfort as he automatically tilted his head giving paxton better access. Isak could feel his smile, and it made Isak smile. Isaks hand moved to Paxstons lower back just resting there " i do baby, i sleep the best when im all wrapped up and cuddling into you, head on your shoulder, hand on yor chest. " isak told him imagining the magical feeling of falling asleep wrapped up in him. That was home to Isak.

[paxtonmerrels]

Paxton grinned openly as Isak stuttered, the sound drawing out a warmth in him that settled deep in his chest, because moments like these—unguarded and real—were the ones he treasured most. His fingers rested gently around his boyfriend, not possessive but steady, grounding, a quiet reassurance that he was there and not going anywhere. “I’m not making you move in, but the option is there,” he said softly, sincerity threaded through every word. “I’m excited for there to be a time where I don’t have to say goodnight to you and walk you to the door.” It wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thought; Paxton had considered it carefully, lying awake some nights imagining what that shared space might feel like. His apartment was small, a little cramped in places, but it was warm and lived-in, and more than big enough for two people who actually wanted to share it. What he wanted most wasn’t extra space, but time—time to spend with Isak without a clock ticking down, time to wake up beside him instead of reaching for his phone the next morning and wishing the night hadn’t ended so soon.

As he held Isak close, Paxton’s lips moved gently along his neck, the gesture slow and affectionate rather than hurried, as if he were savoring the closeness as much as the words he was about to say. “So we should make that a forever thing,” he murmured. “The two of us cuddling up and you getting good sleep.” There was a quiet confidence in his tone, not because he assumed the answer, but because he believed in what they were building together. “Your sister trusts me. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.” He grinned again, that familiar, slightly crooked smile that always seemed to appear when he was nervous and hopeful at the same time, and pulled Isak a little closer, resting his chin briefly near his shoulder. “What do you think, huh?” he asked, voice light but eyes searching. “Does it sound like a good idea?”

Eventually, Paxton let his hand unravel from Isak’s body, the absence noticeable even as he stepped back just enough to give him space. His expression shifted into something more practical, protective in its own way. “Have some water,” he said, pressing the point gently but firmly. “I’ll wait upstairs for you, okay? I want you to make sure you drink at least some of it.” It wasn’t a command, but an insistence born from care, the same care that guided everything he did with Isak. Even as he turned to head upstairs, there was a lingering glance over his shoulder, a silent promise that he’d be there waiting, patient and steady, because for Paxton, taking care of Isak—both in the big dreams and the small, everyday moments—was never a question.

[isakvaltersen03]

Isak met his boyfriends gaze and he could not help but smile. There was something about this young man that always made him so calm, so comfortable and extremely happy. This man made Isak feel safe and like he belonged, something that was hard for Isak to feel. " i´m sorry, i dont mean to i just... i just do" he replied without even noticing that he had done it again. " i feel safe when im with you" he told Paxton after he tolsIsak that he knew he was safe when he was with him. It was true and both of them knew it. Isak loved how laied back Paxton was, he wasnt the kind of boyfriend who suffocated you. Isak loved it, Isak however was the type that randomly throughout the day tested paxton, telling him what he was up to or asking random questions, Isak loved staying in contact with Paxton through out the day but he also never expected replies the same second, Isak was chill about replies, he knew his man wouldnt ignore him and would get to it at some point. Isak didnt ask Paxton about where he was, or what he was up to, Isak felt that if Paxton felt the need or want to tell Isak that, he would. Isak just liked updating his man about himself, often in a hinting kind of way, like if he had a game, he would text Paxton he was in the changing room getting ready for a game, hoping maybe his man would wish him good luck. Isak didnt usually ask for much, he didnt know how to. He was not good at taking up space n the world. Everyone always came before him, in his eyes. But with Paxton he was learning it was okay to take up space, it was okay to let people know what you wanted and needed. Isak may not have come further than to hint at what he wanted or needed, sometimes he got to the exact things, but he was working on it.

Isak watched Paxtons every move as h e got Isak a glass of water.He could hear the water followed by the two ice cubes, but his eyes were locked on his man. Isak smiled as Paxton moved closer with the water " Yeah, i know. You keep telling me. please and thank yous are a habit, something i just... i just do without thinking... and to be totally honest. I love when you do big things for me like this. Like getting me a glass of water when i could just as well have done it myself" he said honestly with a giggle. Isak loved Paxtons presence, so calm, so collected and Isak didnt feel like a burden or bother to him, except when he came over in the middle of the night like this. Isak didnt feel like he was just guest here who had to follow all the rules of a guest, no Isak felt like he belonged here and he was wanted in Paxtons house, Isak felt that here he could be 100% himself.

Isak felt Paxtons arms around him and he put the glass away after taking a few big sips. He melted into his boyfriends embrace, letting out a long breath of comfort. " im okay now" he said feeling the warmth of his boyfriend already heating him up a little. " i am, i´m really cold. Can we get in your bed and cuddle under the covers? maybe even almost naked?" he asked wanting nothing more right now. He was cold and tired and longed for Paxtons warm embrace, body heat and love.

[paxtonmerrels]

Paxton had always shared an easy, effortless bond with Isak—nothing about their relationship ever felt forced or complicated. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real, and more importantly, it was theirs. The love between them came naturally, growing from quiet mornings and late-night talks, from shared space and shared silence. They understood each other in that quiet, unspoken way that didn’t need constant reassurance. Paxton often found himself wondering why Isak hadn’t officially moved in yet, though he never pushed the subject. “You can come here whenever you want. I don’t know why you haven’t moved in yet, honestly,” he confessed one evening, voice thick with sleep as he rubbed his tired eyes with the back of his fist. “I never want to rush you to do it, but you’re always welcome here whenever you want.” His apartment wasn’t huge, but it had enough space for two—just enough room to make dinner together, to fight over blankets, to laugh in different rooms and still hear each other.

As Isak set his glass of water down on the kitchen counter, Paxton’s eyes followed him in that gentle, unguarded way he always did when he thought Isak wasn’t paying attention. Without a word, his hand reached out, brushing lightly over Isak’s stomach in a slow, affectionate motion, like it was second nature now. A quiet chuckle left his lips when Isak asked a question—something half-serious, half-teasing—and Paxton let his hand slip beneath his boyfriend’s shirt just for a second, skin meeting skin in a brief but intimate touch that made his chest feel warm. “Finish your glass of water first,” he said, voice low and playful. “Then we can go upstairs and cuddle.” There was no rush in his words, no impatience. Just an easy kind of love, the kind that waited.

He leaned in closer, brushing his lips gently against the side of Isak’s neck, his kiss soft, slow, meant more for comfort than passion. It was the kind of touch that said I see you, I’m here, and I love you, without needing to say the words out loud. His hand stayed at Isak’s waist, thumb stroking idle circles, and he smiled into his skin before murmuring, “I know how well you sleep when you’re cuddled up into me.” And he did. He’d memorized the weight of Isak tucked into his side, the way his breathing slowed, the way his fingers curled loosely into Paxton’s shirt like a reflex.

[sweetfridays]

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