Chris felt his gooseflesh rise again as he held still.
"Anything you say." And if there was a little unconcious emphasis on the first word, he didn't notice it.
Instead he was focused on Jake looking at him and his own fingers which began to trace the outline of his collarbone, seemingly of their own accord and with the softest of touches.
Smiling teasingly at Jake, he lay back against the cushion. "I do tend to talk a lot, maybe you could help me with that. Yeah?"