#jaw2020

“I woke up and I remembered... I remembered you were back. Here. Next to me.”

“Ummm… yeah...”

Stiles runs his hand back up until he cups Jackson’s cheek and traces the edge of Jackson’s bottom lip with his thumb.

“What...?” Jackson’s drowsy voice sounds loud in the stillness of the morning.

Stiles licks his lips and stares before he finally speaks.

“You are… You are beautiful.”

“Okay… you really missed me…” Jackson’s eyes are still closed but a slight smile appears on his face.

“No… I mean, yeah, I did… but it’s not that.” Stiles runs his hand along the shell of Jackson’s ear, down to his neck until it rest on Jackson’s left shoulder.

“When I look at you... I’m not surprised he kissed you… because you are… you are beautiful and smart and--”

“Stiles…”

“It’s okay. I mean, I look at you and there it is. So, I get it. That’s always gonna happen. People are attracted to you and I get it.”

“Stiles. Stop.” Jackson opens his eyes and finds Stiles’s. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you about it. I don’t want you to think about it.” Jackson runs his hand along Stiles naked arm soothingly until it rests on his shoulder.

“I said it’s okay. I said--”

“I know what you said. I heard you.” Jackson pulls Stiles closer to him, brushing the strands of loose hair gently away from Stiles’s face. He softly places a kiss on Stiles’s parted lips, finding his tongue until he hears the soft moans that he’s missed so much.

“Forget about it,” Jackson mutters, breath hot on Stiles’s mouth and warm fingers twisted in his hair.

Stiles presses their foreheads together, lips grazing, finding Jackson’s eyes. “I will…” He sighs. "I just… I’ve missed you. I’m glad you’re back.” Their mouths find each other again and they kiss the way they have dreamed of for months, tongues devouring and reconnecting again until they need to breath and they just look at each other. Words aren’t needed as they know what the other one is thinking and feeling.

Stiles moves his hand from Jackson’s head to his neck until it reaches his chest, his belly and finally circling around his hip.

“But you’re so skinny though.” Stiles noses Jackson’s cheek, hiding his smile.

“I’m not skinny,” Jackson says, faking offense.

“The fuck you aren’t.” Stiles moves his right hand back over Jackson’s belly, caressing slightly to prove his point. Jackson's left hand finds his, intertwining their fingers.

“Whatever, fine. I lost some weight. So what?”

“Some weight?” Stiles raises his eyebrows. “I don’t know what you were thinking.” Obvious disbelief in Stiles’s voice.

Jackson sighs. “I was working… many hours, okay? You know how it can be…”

Unfortunately he does, Stiles knows how cases like these can take so much attention and energy from him but it shouldn’t be that way. He should be smarter than that by now.

“And you couldn’t work and eat, right? Like normal people do.”

“It was stressful, do I really need to tell you that?” Jackson frowns. They’ve talked very often on the phone and Stiles should know how much more intense his involvement in this case has been.

“That’s no excuse. You have to take care of yourself. You have to--”

“I do take care of myself…” Jackson says stubbornly.

“Okay. You’re impossible. But you’re here now… so no more unnecessary stress and more eating.”

“Shit, you sound like my mother.” Jackson shakes his head, biting his lips and failing miserably at hiding his smile.

“I don’t care.” With a quick movement, Stiles gets on top of Jackson, blanketing his body from head to toe. Their legs, cocks and chest lining up with each other, Stiles’s eyes looking directly in his husband’s. “And, do I feel like your mother?” Stiles smirks. Jackson instinctively embraces Stiles tight against him, enjoying the fullness of Stiles’s scent and weight against him. He can feel his wolf relaxing as the familiar sensation wraps around him.

Jackson snorts and smiles. That beautiful true soft smile that Stiles has missed so much. A smile that he knows not many people get to see.

“You’re nothing like my mother. And thank god for that.”