It was kind of endearing, watching someone get so flustered. He vaguely wondered if he just liked it because it was a rare thing to see someone express the way Oliver himself felt for a good slab of his waking life. Oliver watched J-S blush and stumble with his eyebrow raised questioningly, a smile growing across his face as he waited for him to finish. Then he gave a low chuckle that turned into a ground torn somewhere between fondness and exasperation.
"God, you're so fucking cute," he told J-S, which was true or he wouldn't have said it, and then he was ducking down a little to capture the other boy's lips with his own in a fierce kiss. He wasn't all that bothered about blanket man, anyway.