Isak could see the exhaustion in his boyfriends body and movements. It was cute but at the same time Isak felt worse and worse for disturbing his sleep. Isak knew he worked hard. Isak admired him for that. The cold of the night had bit through Isaks pajama pants and his thin jacket. His hair was messy as it got from tossing and turning trying to fall asleep through the cries of a baby. his thin but muscular body was shivering the slightest. He looked at Paxton as he spoke " right, thats true" he agreed. It would be easier to sneak over in the middle of the night, that way he could just carefully come inside and lay down on the couch without disturbing Paxtons sleep, that sounded good. Isak moved with him once Paxton pulled him inside, his puppy fallowing Isak like his shadow. It was really nice coming in the warmth. He could feel the blanket of heat as soon as the door shut behind him. " im sorry" Isak then said quietly with shame and guilt. He hated being a bother to others and in the moment he felt like the biggest one out there.
Isak noticed his boyfriends grin at the compliment and it made Isak smile, maybe he wasnt that big of a bother? maybe it was okay? Isak loved the way Paxton looked, he was hot and he looked Real. Isak really wasnt into the chiseled look everyone seemed to seek. It was too much for him, he liked health and fitness, he liked muscles and all, but the chiseled look was not his cup of tea, to him, Paxton was perfection. The confidence shining from Paxtons presence was something Isak wished he had. On the handball court, Isak shone with confidence, he had a loud voice, people listened to him and respected him, he was good at what he did and he knew it, so did everyone else. He was confident. But other than right there with a ball in hand, Isak was so far from confident, he carried himself so different on and off the court.
" oh you would? well i like you shirtless so i wouldnt mind that, your so hot" Isak said trying not to make it obvious how he was struggling with not string. He smiled, he wsnt sure why but he loved the nickname Paxton had for him, no on else had ever called him that. It was Paxtons thing and it always warmed his heart. Isak flinched as he heard the crackling of his boyfriends stretch, there was something about it that always sounded so painful to Isak. " uhm..." isak thought for a second, did he want anything to drink? the run had made him a bit thirsty " yes pleace, maybe just some water" he said following Paxton to the kitchen. The joking around, flirting and the comfort right now was making Isak forget all about feeling bad for waking Paxton up. Paxton always had this calming effect on Isak, he felt like he mattered and was heard and waned and loved. " then i want my hug and kiss" he said speaking with more confidence
Paxton pushed his tousled hair out of his face with a quick sweep of his fingers, the soft brown strands falling right back into place as if they had a mind of their own. His eyes, always warm, always watching, settled on the brunette standing across the room. When Isak turned to look at him, Paxton met his gaze with a calm steadiness that was both reassuring and unshakable. “Stop apologising,” he said gently, voice threaded with affection. “I want you here. I know you're safe when you're with me.” There was no sharpness in his tone, just quiet conviction. Paxton had always been this way—gentle, grounded, the kind of presence that made everything feel less heavy. He didn’t hover, didn’t demand updates or explanations. He never filled Isak’s phone with endless texts about where he was or who he was with. That wasn’t how Paxton loved. He was mature beyond his years, content with trust, patience, and a kind of emotional steadiness.
The soft hum of the fridge filled the quiet space as Paxton held a tall glass up to the dispenser, watching as a stream of cold water flowed in, followed by the clinking arrival of two small ice cubes. He stepped across the room with an easy grace, closing the short distance between them, and handed the glass over with a half-smile. “You don’t have to say please and thank you to me, you know,” he said with a playful glint in his eyes. “My stuff is your stuff. You can always help yourself to anything here.” There was no pretence in his offer, just a natural generosity that came from loving openly and without condition. He always made space for Isak, both physically and emotionally, as if it was second nature to do so. With Paxton, there were no walls, no hidden expectations—just a quiet kind of love that lived in the everyday things, like water with ice and letting someone know they never had to ask for what was already theirs.
As Isak turned back around, Paxton moved behind him, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s torso in a soft, encompassing embrace. The warmth of his body pressed into Isak’s back, and his hands began to rub slowly up and down his chest, trying to chase away the chill that still clung to his skin. “You good?” he asked softly, his lips near Isak’s ear, his breath warm and reassuring. “You’re so cold.” There was concern in his voice, but not the kind that overwhelmed.
