Owen tapped his foot lightly on the ground as he waited for Jackson to join him again. And when he finally did, he let out a soft laugh in reply. "It's about time," he teased him, although it obviously hadn't been that long. "I was beginning to think Bigfoot had finally shown himself to you and you had ditched me to watch the fireworks with him instead." At Jackson's question, he hummed. "I think... we go get ourselves a good spot and wait it out," he decided. "Besides, I kinda had something I wanted to talk to you about, so we can keep ourselves busy until the show starts, I'm sure." He lifted a hand up to cup Jackson's face, leaning in to press a series of soft kisses to his lips. "Sound like a plan?" he grinned against his lips before pulling back, gently taking the cooler from him and holding it against his own hip instead, his free hand grabbing for Jackson's and threading their fingers together.
Jackson huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "Bigfoot? Really? I'd at least introduce you before running off with him," he shot back, giving Owen a playful bump with his shoulder. "Seems rude otherwise."
His teasing grin softened almost immediately when Owen mentioned having something he wanted to talk about. That earned him a curious look, one brow lifting ever so slightly, but he didn't press. Whatever it was, Owen had chosen now for a reason, and Jackson wasn't about to ruin the moment by trying to drag it out of him before he was ready.
The kisses, however, were far more distracting.
He smiled into them, lingering for one more quick peck before Owen pulled away and letting out a quiet chuckle as the cooler was relieved from his grasp. "Hey now," he protested lightly. "Making me carry the blanket while you take the heavy lifting? You're going to spoil me."
Their fingers slipped together as naturally as breathing, Jackson giving Owen's hand a squeeze while they walked, scanning the area for a moment before nodding toward an open stretch with a clear view of the sky. "That spot look good?"

















