Soul Sparked

Chapter 8: Relationship Roulette

{From Stiles}
Hey! So, the plane lands soon. Do you have any plans tonight?

{From Jacks}
Hey you! I'm glad you're almost home. Nope. No plans unless a certain boyfriend wants to come over. ;)

{From Stiles}
Hmm. I think perhaps said boyfriend would be persuaded.

{From Jacks}
Would he now? Is there anything I can do to incentivize him?

{From Stiles}
Kiss me like there's no tomorrow while a movie plays in the background?

{From Jacks}
Anything for you. Always. <3

When the plane landed back in California it took Stiles just a couple hours to get back home. His fingers tapped a random beat on the steering wheel as he thought about what he'd do after dropping his things back at his dad's house. He had missed Jackson terribly and needed the comfort he knew he'd find in his boyfriend. He pulled up to the house and carried his bags inside.

"Dad?" he called out to an empty house and read a note that had been left on the fridge.

Hey Kiddo, I know you're back today and I'm sorry I wasn't there to greet you. I had a deputy call in because his wife went into labor. I'll be home early in the morning. I love you. ~ Dad

Stiles sighed softly and deposited his things in his room before heading to the bathroom. He showered, dried off and changed into boxer briefs, dark wash jeans, black converse and a long sleeve red t-shirt. After looking in a mirror to check his appearance he brushed his teeth, grabbed his phone, keys and wallet and got into his jeep.

Jackson's house was only a ten minute drive and he pulled into the driveway already feeling calmer knowing in just a few minutes he'd be in his boyfriend's arms. He got out and hurried up to the porch but before he could think to knock the door opened and he leapt into Jackson's arms. Jackson wrapped his arms around Stiles and buried his nose against Stiles's neck with a soft whine.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"Missed you too," Stiles replied.

Not long after they were cuddled on the couch Stiles's head on Jackson's chest and Jackson's fingers running through Stiles's hair. The movie didn't matter and they didn't say anything at first but then Stiles looked up at Jackson silently asking what he couldn't put into words. Jackson nodded and Stiles moved to capture Jackson's lips in a deep kiss. Jackson let out a moan as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in Stiles's hair.

"I want you Jacks," he said as he pulled from the kiss just a hair. "Please."

Jackson nodded and slid his hands down to Stiles's thighs picking him up and they moved to the bedroom where he laid Stiles down on the bed. Then, after closing his door, their mouths crashed together, their hands roaming over each other. Clothes were shucked until they remained in just their underwear, their erections grinding against each other straining against their underwear.

"How do you want to do it baby?" Jackson asked quietly.

"Like this," he moaned out as Jackson nipped at his neck. "Need to see you," he pleaded.

"There's something else you need. What is it?" he asked, his eyes locked on Stiles's.

Stiles felt his heart pounding at how his boyfriend read him like a book but swallowed thickly. "I don't want to fuck. I-I want to make love Jacks," he said in barely a whisper.

Jackson smiled, his heart swelling. "Then that's what we'll do."

After their underwear joined the rest of their clothes on the floor they moved up the bed so Stiles's head was on the pillows. Jackson took his time opening his boyfriend up, their lips never separating for more than a few seconds at a time. By the time Stiles felt four fingers stretching him he was begging.