As Jimmy pulled off his shirt, Dennis couldn't help but look. He knew that it was supposed to be impolite to stare, but any hint of politeness seemed to disappear. Dennis just wanted to touch him and look and learn. It was all a little ridiculous to him at times, but it just was.
Dennis looked up at Jimmy's face when he moved over him, breath hitching for a moment at the look in his eyes. "Hi," he said back quietly. And then Jimmy sat down on his hips which felt good. He blushed a little at the noise he made. The hands on his sides made him smile, leaning up into them.
"Yes. It's okay." His cheeks were still warm and he looked down, focusing for a moment on the hands undoing his buttons. "Definitely okay."