Oliver laughed as he moved away to find his clothes. Truth was, he hadn’t taken any care at all in where he’d tossed them which was very much a ‘him’ thing to do. Unfortunately, it meant he was now searching for them as he usually did. His pants and jeans were easy, as they weren’t that far away from him. Those he pulled on, redoing his belt to keep them around his waist, before he walked to the other side of the room where he found his discarded shirt.
“You’re welcome any time you want to appreciate it.” Was the answer Oberon got in return because it was the truth. Even without sex, he loved Oberon’s company. He was just as honest as Dax was with him, but with the upside that he could talk about things other than their usual competitions. He didn’t exactly feel like he had to ‘win’ against Oberon.
He honestly felt like he’d run at least ten miles. It was a good thing. Usually after a match he struggled to sleep although tonight he was sure that wouldn’t be the case. “I’m starting to think you should come over after every match, he teased as he moved back over to collect his drink and take a sip. “You do wonders for my nerves and easing my tension.”