Asteria

Inches from each other. Tension so tight it could be cut with a knife. Tangible. Turbulent.

Hot breath mixing from both boys as Oberyn hovered over Ezra.

Both of them, just seconds away from the point of no return. 

'Whatever you want. Do it.'

They shared the same thought. Each one's inner voice begging the other to take the first step. 

But Ezra had already promised to let Oberyn initiate what comes next.

And Oberyn had been paralyzed by his own insecurity of not knowing what to do.

Finally, Oberyn spoke.

"We should get some rest."

Ezra hesitated for only a moment.

"...Yeah."

They laid down on opposite sides of the bed, facing away from each other. Oberyn's heart continued beating wildly out of his chest, but now he knew.

The look in Ezra's eyes was unmistakable, even if he didn't dare to proceed. Next time, he'd have the courage.

And he knew what he needed to do.