Jack didn't know what to make of it. This wasn't his first kiss, thankfully, and he kissed back. He wondered if this was a dream, and he was still passed out on a hospital bed, his friends waiting for him to wake up. But..it felt real. The kiss was warm, and a little wet, but he loved it. He loved how warm it made him feel. He loved how it comforted him. He didn't want it to end. But they both needed air, so he pulled back, gasping, and leaned his head against the cabinet door, shocked. His crush had just kissed him. His crush had just kissed him! How should one react to that? How would he react to it? Should he even react to it? "Jack." Oliver placed a hand on his, and waited until Jack looked at him. "Don't ever say any of that again. Don't even think about it. Because none of its true." Maybe Jack had lost his godamn mind, or he just wanted to, but he wrapped his arms around Oliver, silently thanking him. And the boy didn't judge him for it.
Jack, now dressed in his sleep shorts, and a tank top, sat in his bed in his house, and wasn't shocked when neither his mother nor father came home. They were always too busy for him. And maybe, just maybe, that was why Oliver had come over to spend the night with him. He got comfortable on the bed, and went to pull the covers up, when someone joined him. "Don't think I'm letting you sleep alone. You could fall off the bed and hurt yourself even more." Jack didn't argue. And he didn't even flinch when Oliver spooned him from behind, after he pulled the blanket up, and from the silence, either Oliver was asleep already, or he was trying not to fall asleep, in case Jack did fall off the bed. He turned around in Oliver's arms, and nestled his head on his chest, falling asleep to his calm breathing.