Jesskas Oneshots

Golden Sunlight

Jesse always loved the morning.

He blinked slowly, trying-no, failing-to erase the sleep from his eyes. He turned slightly in the warm bed, seeing Lukas sleeping peacefully, letting the sunlight stream over one side of his face.

He always looked so beautiful in the morning.

His golden hair fell across the pillows, shining silkily against the sheets. Jesse felt the urge to touch it, as he always did, but refrained, afraid he would wake his sleeping lover. His eyelids fluttered briefly, Jesse held his breath. As lovely as the young man was, he just wanted a few more moments of this.

Jesse released his breath as Lukas settled himself once more. His eyes traced the sleeping boy's face, studying the structure of such magnificence. Jesse began to count off on his features one by one.

His eyelashes, soft and light under heavy golden brows, creating long shadows on his perfect cheekbones. His nose, fluttering lightly with each intake of air. His lips, parted slightly and pink, above a smooth, hairless jaw.

Jesse watched, silent, as the small chest lifted and fell. Each breath he took created a chain reaction that just fascinated the light-brown haired male. Air came into his lungs, expanding them and then being forced back out again, all the while Lukas's body moving just slightly to show the sign of life. Jesse laid in bed, watching his boyfriend breathe.

His eyes wandered across Lukas's thin chest. He glanced briefly, looked down to his torso. the muscles on his abdomen rippled slowly.

Jesse ran his fingers gently through Lukas's golden hair on his pillow. It was so soft; he knew nothing could ever compare to it's lovely texture, no matter how expensive or rare. He reached up to brush away a stray lock, intoxicated with its touch, when Lukas slowly shifted.

"Jesse," he mumbled, whining though barely awake, "You're staring again." Jesse smiled lazily. "I know," he said, pulling his lover into an embrace.

"I just love the morning."