Oliver/Tommy
Oliver sat in a lounge chair poolside, wearing long shorts and a t-shirt, his feet bare. Moisture condensed on the glass of lemonade that sat on the round table between himself and Tommy. He was trying to relax, as he had been all weekend, and was mostly failing. He remembered when this was his life and, by now, he'd have been riding on his third-day high surrounded by women, several of whom he'd have bedded. Tommy would have been with him, enjoying himself equally as much.
Oliver glanced over at Tommy, who was sunning himself on the lounge chair. Tommy was still enjoying himself, while Oliver was on edge, and none of the women there had come close to them, even if to be turned down. Oliver was almost jealous that Tommy could be at ease, if not for the fact that Oliver's watchfulness gave Tommy that opportunity.
Oliver's gaze slid around the pool area, searching for any sort of danger and finding only people swimming or sunbathing. He could stay immobile for hours if need be, in hiding or stalking. He just hadn't expected to be doing it so often out in the open. But adaption was necessary for survival, and he'd done exactly that since they'd arrived in this dimension. Now, if he could apply that principal to his relationship with Tommy...