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[meca]

( cute. he's still nervous, knows what they're here for, but he could kiss caleb like this all day. the hand that isn't keeping caleb close drops down, presses against his chest. gentle contact, but he uses it to lean into him a little more. huffs a soft laugh against his mouth. )

[allyourfeels]

[ caleb uses his other hand to push oliver back on the bed, and crawls over him. ]

Good so far?

[ he knows it is, he can feel it, but he figures words can be helpful. ]

[meca]

( he lets caleb push him over. hooks a heel around the back of his calf to hold him close, drops the hand he's got on caleb's chest down to grope at his abs.

because they're hot. )

Yeah. I know I've already told you that you're hot, but just in case you forgot--you're hot.

[allyourfeels]

[ he's shy about compliments and can't help blushing. ]

You're hot too, and very distracting.

[ he's trying to focus here, moving his hands back to oli's front, a palm pressing firmly against his chest, his fingers almost, but not quite around oli's neck. ]

[meca]

( caleb's hand presses against his neck and that's--that's it. the position, caleb over him, caleb's fingers close enough to choke the life out of him and oliver's getting thrown into shit memories from before: william's fingers around his neck, william leaning over him, william gripping on hard and telling him to just die already.

fear builds up quick: oliver's heart starts racing, he can't breathe, throat constricting tight which only--makes him panic even more. )

[allyourfeels]

[ caleb feels the panic, and he doesn't use his power to stop it, but he does pull his hand back immediately and gets his weight off. ]

Oliver, it's okay. Breathe with me.

[ he can guide him through it but only if oli is still with him. ]

[meca]

( he's not. what starts as a flashback ends in oliver getting stuck in it. caleb moves and there's no pressure against his neck but he's still not--breathing properly. takes short gaspy breaths around not breathing at all. several charms along oliver's ears start glowing, vibrating with magic but nothing. happens.

not yet anyway. )

[allyourfeels]

[ caleb takes oliver's hand, and then he does use his power to make the panic— not go away completely, but ease back. ]

Oliver, you're with me. You're safe.

[meca]

Stop.

( it's not to caleb, oliver isn't speaking to him directly. he is shoving off the hand that grabbed onto his. raises both arms up to protect his head as he rolls over onto his side and curls up tight as he can.

coming down from it, but he's still--trying to pull himself back. squeezes his eyes shut. if he weren't so fucked up over it, oliver'd be embarrassed. )

[allyourfeels]

[ that's okay, caleb doesn't have to be touching him to keep turning the panic dial down. he can even dial down panic and fear at the same time, he could do it suddenly but he doesn't think that's the healthiest approach. ]

Oliver, you're not there.

[meca]

I know.

( but it's quiet. soft-spoken, entirely unlike how oliver usually speaks. his breathing starts to even out, eyes closed and keeping himself turned away from caleb. giving himself a minute to calm down, because he. needs it. )

[allyourfeels]

[ he lets go slowly of the panic dials, keeping an eye on it just in case it flips again. he won't leave oliver until he's sure he's fine. ]

It's okay. Like, it's fine to freak out— it sucks, but it's normal.

[meca]

( oliver doesn't answer for a bit. just. breathes through it. he was hoping they could just like. do this without the panic. use caleb's ability to stop it entirely until like it just stopped on it's own. fucking caleb, making him do it the hard way.

but eventually, he opens his eyes. turns back around so he's laying on his back. his eyes are a little wet from his almost crying episode, but oliver's raising a hand up to shove his palm against his eyes to get rid of the wetness. )

Try it again?

[allyourfeels]

Hey, exposure therapy is meant to be gradual. I don't think trying it again right away is a good idea.

[ but, but, he's not oli's therapist so he's not going to stop him. ]

I think... maybe if we don't kiss. And you see it coming, like, you know what's happening and what I'm doing, then it won't catch you by surprise.

[meca]

I've got a couple weeks to get over it. Fucking around and telling people to avoid touching me there at all is a little inconvenient.

( so no kissing, fine. he's still a little on edge--not like, emotionally, but mentally. )

Can we try it? If it doesn't work out, we can drop it for now.

[allyourfeels]

Okay, but... what if I lie down and you straddle me instead?

[ that way oliver has an easy way out, less... claustrophobic, maybe. ]

[meca]

You're going to turn me on, talking like that.

( he's feeling good enough to tease, which is clearly good enough. right? another breath in, and oliver sits himself up. rubs a hand against the side of his neck. )

Make yourself comfortable?

[allyourfeels]

[ he lies back, leaning a bit against the headboard. ]

This is science! Or something. Come on, if you get tense just draw back and then we can try again.

[meca]

( caleb lays down, and oliver takes a moment, but does move to throw a leg over him, straddling his hips. presses hands down against his chest and keeps knees planted against the mattress on either side of caleb. )

I could ride you like this sometime, you know. Pull down your pants just enough to get your dick out, take mine off, grab the lube from the nightstand--

[allyourfeels]

Are you trying to distract me?

[ it's kind of working, that's a hot idea, oliver riding him.

but he reaches up to place his hand against oliver's throat, nothing surprising or sudden about his movements. ]

[meca]

Maybe.

( his throat--tightens again. oliver feels like he can't breathe, but he's getting in short little quick breaths through his nose. forgets about distracting caleb, but he--stays in the moment. talks in a voice just barely over a whisper, )

Witches, back home--they can uh. ( another little breath in, eyes squeezing shut. ) get corrupted. By abusing power, using too much, pulling on magic they shouldn't. Or--like, dying, and coming back.

( another breath, but it's a little gaspy. he's afraid, but he's here. )

Corrupted witches turn into--monsters.

( his hands raise up, one gripping hard onto caleb's wrist, the other wiping at his eyes. )

I don't--want to die and come back. If I die I want to stay dead, but there's. no choice here.

[allyourfeels]

[ nick has died, he thinks. but he doesn't know if oliver knows, and he wouldn't say it anyway. ]

We'd figure out how to fix you.

[ there's enough wizards here to take down an army, he's sure they could figure something out.

he keeps his hand where it is, not squeezing but not letting up either. oliver can guide this. ]

[meca]

If the hoard of witches back home couldn't fix it, I don't think anyone here's going to have a fix for it either.

( eyes open once more, to look down to caleb below him. )

I'm pretty sure this's working because you're like seven times hotter than the guy who did strangle me.

[allyourfeels]

And I'm not a psychopath, I think that plays a role too.

[ caleb actually think it's working because now oli has a clear out. it'll probably get harder the less control oli gets, but they can work on it. ]

But the witches here are pretty powerful. Like, multiversal heroes and shit.

[meca]

( there's still some fear, some of that antsy energy that demands oliver to leave, run away, hurt whoever the fuck is near him because they're going to hurt him, or kill him, or both.

but he doesn't move caleb's hand away from his neck. starts rolling hips down against him, even. maybe if he works hard enough at getting himself turned on it'll make the rest of it better. )

Maybe.