Your First Time (Jackson)

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“Really?” he said with surprise in his voice. “I….I had no idea.” Rue didn’t seem like the kind of person who would need therapy, and here he was openly admitting it to Jackson. If Jackson was in therapy, he’d likely never tell a soul. He didn’t know how to respond to Rue’s next statement, though, and he dropped his head slightly, his face a bit sad. “….I just realized…there’s a lot about you I don’t really know, is there?” Why was that? Was Jackson really that self-focused, to not notice such things in Rue? Or to ask about them?

Then again, it wasn’t like Jackson shared with Rue everything about himself. That other boy, the one Rue beat up, was right about Jackson. He did put up a front most of the time, hiding pretty much all of his true feelings and thoughts about things. This was probably the closest he’d come to being ‘himself’ in front of the aura-reader, with his spiteful comments about the situation, but he doubted he’d be able to tell Rue about everything else that happened that night.

Well….it looked like he wasn’t going to have much choice with one of those things, not with the way things were heading. Jackson cheeks burned as Rue asked about his ‘injury’, and he shook his head, keeping his hands up over his chest…until Rue grabbed up his hands and gently pulled them away. “I’m okay…” he said quietly. He blinked a glance up at Rue’s face, then quickly averted his eyes again. “It’s…it’s just a little sore, is all. Nothing to worry about…really…” Rue’s hands were warm….wow, he missed holding them so simply like this. A small smile appeared on his lips and he looked up again, keeping his gaze on the aura-reader this time and locking their eyes. “You wanna see?”

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Rue smiled thinly at Jackson’s reaction; he didn’t go around telling people that he was in therapy, but he wasn’t overly secretive about it either. He didn’t see any shame in the practice; in fact, he knew several people who he thought would probably benefit from it. “Yeah,” he replied simply with a small shrug. At the question, Rue’s expression went a little more solemn. “… I’d rather not talk about my past, honestly,” he admitted softly. “There aren’t a lot of fun things to tell. I’d rather you just…. Know me as I am now.” The aura reader was afraid the boy might look at him differently if he knew about somethings Rue had done. “I hope that’s alright.”

Was it selfish to keep it that way? He was a much different person now than he was then, and he had no intentions of becoming like that again. This incident would only strengthen Rue’s resolve to keep his emotions under strict control… Once he got past this long wave of depression, at least.

At least Jackson’s presence was a good distraction from those self-deprecating thoughts, in more ways than one. Rue was quite concerned about whatever was causing the boy to shrink away under his touch, and was confused when he said he was alright. “A little sore?” he repeated, brow furrowing uncertainly. “What do you mean?” Did he have bruises? Was someone picking on him? Jackson wasn’t acting like that was the case. Rue kept holding onto the boy’s hands and met his eyes when he looked up. “I… Yes?” he replied, confused. “See what? You’re worrying me…” His eyes fell down to the boy’s chest again, burning with curiosity to see what he was hiding. He was sitting up more now, at least, and wasn’t so hidden by his pile of blankets.

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“Oh….okay.” He supposed…he could understand that. As said before, it wasn’t like Jackson didn’t have a whole arsenal of things he was hiding from the older man, so….he supposed it was alright. “It’s okay,” he assured Rue. “We all have things we don’t wanna tell people, I guess. So…it’s fine.” Maybe one day, but not today.

Truthfully, if Jackson did know about Rue’s past…yes, he’d be surprised, and he might look at Rue differently, but he wouldn’t like him any less. Probably. Because knowing about his past didn’t actually change who he was now, did it? At least, that’s how Jackson saw it.

It wasn’t the same as what Jackson was doing, which was basically hiding behind a pretty mask…No, it wasn’t like that completely. In a way, it wasn’t much different than what Rue was doing. Jackson was just holding back his darker thoughts and keeping them from surfacing in his day-to-day life. Which unfortunately meant lying outright often. Very often.

Rue might get to see it someday. He was already about to see a part of it(actually, he’d already seen some of it, even if he didn’t recognize it as such), and that had Jackson with a small, but excited smile. “Sorta. Uh….it’d be easier to show you…um…” Jackson gave Rue’s hand a small squeeze before wriggling them out of his grasp and scooting back slightly. With barely a moment’s hesitation, Jackson nabbed the hem of his shirt with both hands and pulled it up over his head. He let the shirt crumple on the bed and then pointed to the two piercings glistening upon his chest. Or rather, straight through each nipple. Jackson grinned. “Check it out! I got these on a kind of impulse and they hurt like hell, but…I don’t know, I’m pretty happy with them.” He tweaked one slightly with the nail of his thumb before looking back up to see Rue’s reaction. “What do you think? Pretty cool, huh?”

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There was one person that knew pretty much all there was to know about Rue. Finn. The older man wasn’t his best friend for nothing – Finn had been his friend during times when he’d still been more volatile and less in control of himself. He had never experienced a full outburst like Jackson had, fortunately, but this wasn’t the first time Finn had had to comfort Rue after such an experience. Vicky knew a little too, but not as much as the saturator. “Alright,” he replied, feeling a little guilty. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned it at all.

Fortunately for Jackson, Rue’s ability only allowed him to see emotions, not intentions – so until the younger boy decided to spill some of the stuff he kept hidden, the aura reader would continue to believe that he was just a sweet, somewhat naïve kid. His aura was a puppy, after all.

“If you say so,” he said warily, still uncertain about this turn of events. Rue let the boy slip his hands away but continued to watch him, not sure what to expect. His eyes widened slightly as the boy made no hesitation to peel his shirt off; he’d seen the boy’s tummy before, and given it kisses and raspberries in the past, but he’d never asked for Jackson to strip like this. He swallowed hard, a small tingle of excitement sparking in his stomach. It took a moment for him to realize that the telekinetic was pointing to his chest… Or rather, the bits of metal on his chest. His nipples. Rue stared for a good long minute, lips slightly parted, trying to wrap his mind around the last few seconds. “They’re… They suit you,” he finally replied hoarsely, and cleared his throat. “Can I….?” He lifted his hand and reached for one, carefully brushing his thumb over the cool material. Rue kept moving then, leaning in further to capture Jackson’s lips in his own again. His hand stayed splayed against the blonde’s chest, the other snaking down to wrap around the boy’s lower back. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered roughly during a small pause. Rue’s eyes were full of desire. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He looked down to the small nubbins again, and his hand slid down to caress the soft pooch of his tummy. “… I… I want…” No… he couldn’t say that. It was too much. The older man bit his lip and broke off into silence. Another kiss followed.

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Why did Jackson show Rue these things? Well…yeah, he was proud of them. He did think they looked good and he liked them and wanted Rue to know about them, if only so he didn’t accidentally bump them like he did just now. But was that all…? Jackson wasn’t quite sure. And it wasn’t like he minded them being bumped, plenty of other things and people did that throughout the day and it didn’t really bother Jackson. In fact….well…was he weird for relishing that feeling at times? Hoping that they’d be prodded, as if he needed the reminder that they were there and still sore. He was weird, wasn’t he?

Still….one revealed, his eyes glittered up at the older man, hoping for a positive reaction from him. He was expecting something more along the lines of, “those are nice” and “don’t those hurt?” and maybe a “where’d you get those done?”, or something like that. Touching…yeah, okay, he could have predicted that, everyone thought it was okay to touch freshly done piercings(even though it wasn’t). “S-sure, just be careful, I don’t want them to get infected.” Then he’d have to take them out and let them close up and possibly go get some antibiotics from the doctor and that would entail telling his Grams or someone at the school(who would tell her anyway) and then he’d be in for another long, tedious lecture from the old woman.

He winced slightly at the increase in pressure on the sore nubbin, but before he could move away, Rue’s lips were on Jackson’s and he was being pulled in closer to the bedded man. Jackson’s breath caught and he gasped when given the briefest pause in their interlock. “M’not…” he muttered, his head arching back in shivers at Rue’s touches. He blinked slowly, wondering vaguely what Rue ‘wanted’…..he had ideas….but was uncertain. Sorta. “What?” he asked with an innocent tilt of his head. “What do you—?” He didn’t finish his inquiry, though, as Rue dove right into another kiss. Honestly….if Rue just went with whatever he wanted to do, Jackson would just go with it. He didn’t mind. And asking was just…an unnecessary annoyance.

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Rue had never had a desire to get a piercing before, but they intrigued him nonetheless. Seeing them on Jackson, a guy he already found very attractive (if a little punk-ish with his blonde hair, but Rue thought it looked good on him too), sent weird tingles throughout his body that he hadn’t expected. It reminded him of a girl he’d hooked up with once that had an array of piercings and tattoos – he’d been fascinated by those, too. Rue was just a very touchy-feely sort of person, and any sort of new and unfamiliar texture made him even more so.

It wasn’t just the piercings that resulted in the reaction Rue had, though. It was the sudden baring of skin in general, especially after so long with not seeing the younger boy at all. Sure, Jackson’s body wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was the imperfections that the aura reader enjoyed – the way his skin dimpled under his fingers; how soft his stomach was to Rue’s large, heavy hands; the scars speckling his body that told stories on their own; his under-eye bags, and his broad nose, and… He couldn’t get enough. It was always the case when Rue found someone he enjoyed being with; he fell in love with every part of their body. He could say similar things about Vicky as well.

“I’ll be careful,” he promised quietly, letting his fingers slip away and only admiring the piercings with his gaze. He was more distracted by the boy’s lips, which molded sweetly against his own when they kissed. Without thinking too much, Rue began to gradually maneuver the boy underneath him, still engrossed in their passionate session. “You are,” he argued breathlessly in a small break. His lips began to explore the hollow of the boy’s neck, gradually leaving a trail of hickeys in their wake. “I want…” His eyes fell down again to gaze at the shirtless boy now beneath him. His breath was coming in deeper, longer, with the heavy feeling of lust hanging between their bodies. “…. I want to… See more of you….” he breathed, sliding his hand down Jackson’s side to his belt. Desperate eyes rose to meet the blonde’s. “Can I?” His depressive funk had fled from his mind at the possibility of what lay before them. Maybe this was what he’d needed all along.

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Jackson couldn’t say specifically what the appeal was. Of Piercings. The look? Style? He remembered that saying about tattoos: once you get your first one, you can’t stop. It’s addictive. For Jackson, piercings were a little like that, but thus far he’d only gotten them on his ears. He knew he’d get another one, someday(with or without Grams’ permission). He just didn’t expect it to be two at once. And in the location he’d gotten them. His nipples were always hard these days, but they’d go down eventually, right? More sensitive too. In addition to the soreness. “Thanks,” he said, looking down at them again with a small smile.

As per the usual, though, Jackson was quickly becoming lost in Rue’s kisses, his head growing hazy the longer that tongue invaded his mouth. Rue had every last ounce of attention Jackson had to give, the boy barely even noticing how he was being moved from his sat-upright position and onto his back across the length of the bed. His lung filled with a deep breath and his back arched as Rue’s kisses migrated from the lips of the telekinetic and down to his neck and collar. It was cool in Rue’s apartment before, but now it was sweltering like a sauna as heat started to rise out from his core. Jackson always swooned so easily under Rue’s touches and this time was no different. He felt that usual stirring and tickle in his lower belly as Rue trailed his fingers over Jackson’s bare skin and down to his waistband.

Jackson lifted his head to look Rue in the eye, then down to where his hands lingered over his belt. If his face wasn’t already red from the kisses, then it was surely a bright crimson now, and he dipped his chin and turned away in a coy manner. “I…I don’t know…” he muttered uncertainly. “I don’t….i-if that’s what you want…” Meaning yes. His own excitement may not have been as pronounced as Rue’s, but…it was there, certainly. “J-just….” Gads, how should he say this? Jackson hitched up his shoulders and slowly met his gaze with Rue. Jackson shivered and tensed again in anticipation. And with a bit of nervousness. He wasn’t 100% sure he was ready for this…..but that uncertainty sent thrills in and out of his belly, and Jackson wanted more. “J-just do what you want….I’ll say if…if I don’t want something…” Was that clear enough? He hoped so.

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Rue didn’t have any piercings or tattoos himself. He didn’t like needles all that much, and didn’t think he’d look any better with such modifications. That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy them on other people, though. They were just another thing to play with and tease in moments like this.

He was glad Jackson didn’t seem to mind being moved, though Rue tried to do it as gently and gradually as possible while still maintaining the friction between their lips. The longer this went on, the warmer, too, that the older man became, until he finally arched away from Jackson long enough to peel off the sweater he’d been wearing before. He hadn’t done that in front of the younger boy before, but he was too involved to feel self-conscious about his less-than-perfect body; though he had a heavy muscle tone, most of it was covered by a decent layer of padding, making him just look… Big, more than anything else. He quickly captured Jackson’s lips in his own again, hands wandering aimlessly over the warm body beneath him.

Rue watched Jackson’s face as he considered the request, searching for signs of distress or disinterest. He saw none. “I want what you want,” he whispered roughly, his voice raspy from heavy breathing. “I’ll stop if you want me to.” He didn’t want to at all, but he didn’t want to make the boy uncomfortable either. Their eyes met, and Jackson seemed to make a clearer decision, so Rue slowly nodded, unable to hide a small, excited smile. “Make sure you do,” he urged the boy as his hand began to fiddle with Jackson’s belt. “Anytime at all, you can tell me you don’t want it, and I will stop, no matter… What we’re doing.” He was being as earnest as he could, hoping Jackson would listen. “Please don’t hesitate to say something. I won’t know you don’t like it if you don’t say so, and I… I want to make you feel good, Jackson.” He bent forward and gave him a shorter, sweeter kiss, nuzzling his cheek afterwards. At the same time, he unbuckled the boy’s belt and began shimmying his pants and boxers down and off. Rue’s breath was coming more quickly as his excitement grew. “… You’ve really… Never…. With anyone else?” he asked softly as he gazed down affectionately at the telekinetic. “I’ll… I’ll go slow.” Rue slid his hand down Jackson’s torso, just enjoying the feeling of him against his fingers.

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Jackson didn’t mind needles for obvious reasons…but he did think that piercings and tattoos were awesome. And loved how they looked on people. He could only imagine how good Rue might look with a piece of silver metal curved through his eyebrow.

Though….Rue really didn't need any modifications to make himself look good. He was already so incredibly good looking, Jackson often found himself lost in admiring his strong chiseled features, wishing he could have them himself. And Rue was a bigger man than Jackson. Not massively big, but broader definitely, enough that Jackson could see the aesthetic lines of his physique straight through his normally sharp clothing. While they remained on, he could maintain the illusion that Rue was a lot buffer than he really was underneath them. Though….

Jackson blinked his eyes in thin slits when Rue separated their lips to pull off his own sweater, and then they instantly grew wide to see the bare skin of the man straddled over him. It…wasn’t what he imagined…but somehow this was even better, and Jackson felt the heat within him burn even hotter. Damn, why….why did he look so good? he wondered for the split second before Rue sunk back into a long, lust-filled kiss that quickly made him dizzy all over again.

“What I want…?” What a fucking cop-out. He wouldn’t say so, of course. Instead, he simply nodded at Rue’s instruction and squirmed uncomfortably underneath the man’s white-hot gaze. Rue was looking at him…now that Jackson thought about it, Rue was actually looking at Jackson. At everything. And soon…. Rue’s hands fiddled with the belt and buttons of his pants… Soon, Rue would be able to see everything. With a nervous anticipation and awkward shame, Jackson rose his hips to assist Rue, then curled up his knees once the articles had been tossed aside, his elbows propping himself up from behind. He continued to nod silently at Rue’s instructions. Yes, yes, he knew all that…Rue…he didn’t have to keep saying it out loud… Jackson’s face was completely on fire and he shook his head rapidly at the question. Of course he hadn’t. Why else would he be so…so goddamn nervous?? Jackson took a deep, shuddered breath as those fingers slid over the skin of his torso and he nodded once again. “O-okay…” he said softly and gave Rue a small smile. “Okay.”

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Jackson hadn’t come intending for sex.  He wasn’t even sure if he intended on ever having sex with Rue.  Because problems and issues and gay.  So he couldn’t help wondering if Rue had intended on taking Jackson…not necessarily tonight, but at some point, eventually?  Not that Jackson hated tonight, he loved it, and it rinsed away a lot of his apprehensions about it(for the moment), but…well, it was just something he wondered about, either way.

The two of them had gone to the shower to clean up. Together. It was another thing that Jackson ought to have been super nervous and uncertain about, but today….today Jackson simply became jelly while in Rue’s arms and beneath his kisses.  That man made him swoon so easily, it should be illegal how good he was at it.  “I like kissing you,” he’d said once they were out on the floor again, his face burning red again as he debated whether that meant the same as ‘like you’.  If it did, that would make them….official…wouldn’t it?  Jackson wasn’t sure he was ready for that(though he was perfectly fine with sex, apparently).  Instead, he giggled and kissed Rue again through his smiles.

Back to the bed they went with Jackson taking hold of Rue for support on his now shaky legs, and while Jackson was coming down from his high and and was starting to feel the pain more acutely, he was still in such a good place that he didn’t even question being put to bed beside Rue, with the older man cuddling himself right up behind him.  The bed was soft…and Rue was so warm….  Even with all his aches, Jackson was comfortable. “Heh heh….that really wore you out, huh?” he said, turning his head back slightly to Rue. Jackson didn’t feel his own tiredness, though. Not even with his eyes growing heavier did he think he was just as exhausted. “Guess we better….put you to bed,” he said, yawning halfway through and smiling like a dope back at Rue.  “.....You’re okay now?” he asked with concern.  Rue was better now, right?

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Had Rue been planning for this to happen for a while? Well…. Considering how things had been going between them before the incident, he had sort of been expecting it eventually. “Yeah…” he murmured, nuzzling the side of the boy’s head. But of course he hadn’t been expecting it today. He hadn’t even known Jackson was coming over. It was just… Seeing him after so long…. Rue’s emotions had skyrocketed, especially after the first touch.

He had no intentions of making them “official”, but of course Jackson didn’t know that. How could he? Rue was… He didn’t think he was capable of being in a relationship yet, still. Not after…. No. And especially not considering how attached he was getting to Jackson. That would just… Make it that much harder. Even hooking up with him like this should probably make Rue feel guilty. And it did, a little, if he thought about it too much…

Damn, Jackson’s giggles sure were contagious, though. Rue had a hard time stopping his own until they were nestled down in the bedsheets, with the older man’s arms wrapped snugly around the blonde’s waist. Mmmm…. It was so warm and comfy…. Rue loved sleeping with a teddy bear. “Mhmmm…” he rumbled, eyes already closing as fatigue overwhelmed him. Rue nuzzled his face into the crook of Jackson’s neck, breathing deep and long. “Heh… Guess we better,” he repeated with a small nod. He gave the blonde a squeeze. At the question, Rue’s brow furrowed slightly as he remembered how upset he had been not two hours before. “…. I’m better,” he said slowly. “Thanks to you.” Rue smiled against the boy’s neck and gave it a peck. Maybe this really was just what he had needed. “So… Thank you, Jackson.” Rue felt his eyes growing moist as his chest swelled with affection and gratitude. Soon enough, however, his breath would even out and his body would relax as sleep overtook him.

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Jackson had been hoping he could keep his innocence intact for as long as possible….right ‘innocence’, says the person who painted Kermit opening his mouth to a giant dong… He might tell Rue about that…someday. Not today though. And probably not tomorrow. But anyway, Jackson had hoped to hold off on doing this for as long as possible…but there was no denying that he’d been feeling it something strong ever since he first shared such a deep kiss with Rue in a closet so many months back. Back then, Jackson was barely even aware of his preferences, so the idea of acting on them so intimately was beyond his realm of comprehension. He was just trying to deal with the fact that he was so incredibly attracted to and affected by the handsome man who now laid behind him. It was as their ‘relationship’(whatever it was) went on that he became more aware and started wondering if things might go in that direction.

Looks like they had, finally. And while Jackson seemed okay now, who knows if he would feel the same way in the morning. Right now he was giddy and might’ve even been okay with the suggestion of them becoming an official thing. Later, fear might grip hold of him again, having Jackson takes a few steps back and worm out of the label, if just for comfort’s sake. He wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment anyway. He was only 16(soon to be 17), after all.

He still felt that he was too young for…this. Yet, here he was, cuddling up next to his….special person, with a smile on his face that was gradually fading as tiredness started to overtake him. “Good,” he said, satisfied with Rue’s answer. He was better, and that’s what mattered. If Rue was better, then it made it all worth it. “Mmm….anytime,” he mumbled, rolling his head at the small pecks to his neck. Jackson barely realized his eyes were closed. By the time Rue’s thank you came, the boy was already fast asleep. He wouldn’t stir again until morning.

Jackson didn’t like waking up early in the mornings, but his normal sleep schedule had him doing that for at least an hour every morning normally, then he’d go back to bed for a few more hours. Usually. The next morning, here at Rue’s place, wasn’t much different, save for the fact that he was at Rue’s apartment. In his bed. With Rue cuddled up behind him, holding the boy like a teddy bear. Jackson laid there with his eyes open, wondering when he would be allowed to move. Memories of the night before had come rushing back over the past several minutes and, as expected, he was a tad bit mortified with himself and his own embarrassing behavior. A few more minutes and Jackson made a realization. “Ahh! I forgot to call Grams!” he exclaimed, trying to wriggle free from Rue’s arms. “Hey, hey! Wake up, you giant-heathen! I gotta get out! I gotta pee!” Then he had to call home.

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Rue…. Had been thinking about this for a while, honestly. He never pushed Jackson further than he ever wanted to go, though. The aura reader was always incredibly careful about making sure the younger boy knew that he could always say no when he didn’t want something. Fortunately, that didn’t seem to happen very often (if at all), so it had just gradually led to… This. This, which Rue didn’t think he would be regretting unless something bad came out of it in the future. No, he was perfectly content in this moment, holding this person he so deeply cared about, after sharing such an intimate experience. Rue was a person that loved to love, loved feeling needed and wanted, and right now, he couldn’t be happier. Or sleepier, probably.

Rue slept like a rock that night, much better than he had for a long time. He was typically a heavy sleeper anyway, but after the recent events, his sleep had often been interrupted by guilt-filled dreams that would make him wake up in a cold sweat. Tonight, though, having something warm and squishy and cuddly to hold, he made it through the night and partially into the morning without stirring.

Not until Jackson’s exclamation, at least. Rue jolted slightly as he was snapped out of his slumber, blinking blearily into the dim light. “Mmnn…?” he rumbled incomprehensibly. “S’okay…” The aura reader nuzzled Jackson’s hair and squeezed him tighter, obviously not understanding the situation. Eventually, though, at the continued complaints, Rue squinted his eyes open again and gradually became aware of what was going on. “Did you call me a giant-heathen…?” he mumbled in confusion. Rue finally slid his arms off of Jackson’s body and nestled himself into the pillows for another few minutes, enjoying the warmth while it lasted. Then he began to sit up, yawning heavily and stretching a little; his back ached a bit, he must have strained it a little last night. Last night…. Right….

Rue smiled fondly as the memory came back. “Jackson…” he murmured, looking up to wherever the boy had gone. “Be careful, you’re going to be really sore…” If he tried to do anything too fast or sudden, he was afraid Jackson would hurt himself. Rue yawned again. “Please don’t hurt yourself…”

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Oh, good. He was awake. Jackson looked back over his shoulder hopefully, thinking that now that Rue was stirring awake he would let go of his human teddy bear. Such was not the case, and Jackson let out a grunt of protest when those strong arms pulled him in even tighter. “Noooo!! It’s not okay and that’s the wrong waaaay~” he whined, wriggling even more furiously. He was going to start biting his way out at this rate.

Luckily it didn’t come to that and Rue’s grip over Jackson loosened up enough for the boy to squirm his way out from under them and start crawling to the edge of the bed. “I’m not apologizing,” he said, turning back to Rue and cheekily sticking his tongue out at the ‘heathen’. Then he laughed and continued on his venture.

It was right around the time that Rue started stating his warning that Jackson swung his legs out in front of him and prepared to hop off the bed like it was any other day. “Huh?” he asked absent-mindedly, not taking a moment to stop before practically pouncing off the bed to head to the bathroom.

He got exactly two steps before his legs failed him and he collapsed to the ground, sprawled across the carpet with his hands out in front of him. It took him several moments to realize what just happened. “I…I can’t walk….” he said with a sense of doom in his voice. How was he supposed to do anything today if he could barely stand, much less walk?? Jackson clambered to his knees and turned to the heathen still on the bed. “Rue, you dummy! This is your fault!” he said, flailing a pointed-finger out at him. No, he would not be an adult about this!

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Rue was always slow to wake up, which meant talking to him and asking him to do things would likely result in very little actually getting done. “Wrong way…. Hmmm….?” he muttered sleepily. Why was Jackson moving so much? Couldn’t they sleep just five more minutes…..?

He scoffed at the boy as he slowly woke up, giving him a pathetic pout. “Mean…” he accused. “What did I do to you?” Apart from make him wail in pleasure last night… Mmmm…. Rue wanted to hear those noises again…. He clutched tighter to his pillow, not yet willing to completely get up.

He should have tried to wake up sooner, though, considering what he could have prevented Jackson from doing. “No wait… Stop…” Rue grunted, reaching uselessly for the younger boy. Too late. The aura reader winced as Jackson got up and promptly collapsed, and quickly got up to scramble over to the side of the bed and make sure he was alright. “I told you….” he lamented. Rue slid his feet onto the floor and crouched beside the younger boy, checking to make sure he wasn’t hurt… At least, more hurt than the obvious. “It will go away, I promise,” he assured Jackson, trying to cup his cheek. He still felt a little guilty, though, especially at the accusations. “I can help you. Here…”

Rue slung one of Jackson’s arms over his shoulders and helped him to his feet; his own arm moved to wrap around the boy’s waist. “Just hold onto me,” he murmured. Rue would help Jackson to the bathroom and waited just outside as the boy relieved himself and did whatever else he needed to inside. “Do you want some breakfast?” he asked, pulling on a pair of boxers. “I have scones, and I could heat up some tea…” Rue's own stomach growled, but he wouldn't eat until Jackson did.

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Jackson ignored the pouts of the giant-heathen, instead far more focused on getting his stuff together so he could hightail it home before his grams started worrying about him. No, she was probably already worried. But the longer he stayed away, probably, the harsher his punishment for saying out all night was going to be!

Unfortunately, Jackson didn’t seem to be capable of going anywhere at the moment. “How am I supposed to do anything if I can’t….ahh!” Jackson made a noise of pure frustration and dropped his head. Screaming about it wasn’t going to help, he told himself, trying to calm down his growing panic. None of that was going to help or make things go any faster. He was already in trouble, he was still recovering, (he still had to pee), and he still had his health he needed to think about. Jackson hadn’t brought his long-term medicine, something he usually took in the mornings, so that was another reason why he needed to get home quickly. And safely.

“Thanks,” he said with a lot less disgruntlement. He wrapped his arm around Rue’s neck and let the man pull him up while Jackson weakly pushed himself upwards. Once he had his feet on the ground and legs straight, it was a lot easier to stay up. It was merely the transition between sitting and standing that was difficult. Not that he wasn’t still shaky while standing either. He took care of his business once able and re-emerged back into the bedroom, his eyes scanning the room for his clothes. “Yeah, sure, sounds good,” he replied, distracted. His mind was still stuck on getting home asap. The boy nabbed up his pants, holding onto the side of the bed for balance, and pulled out his phone.

10 missed calls….

“I knew it…” he said, his voice sinking along with his heart. He’d put his phone on silent before coming over…no wonder he didn’t notice earlier. Jackson immediately pressed the call-back button and held the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he attempted to reclothe. The phone went to the answering machine. “Grams?” he started once he heard the beep. “I’m sorry! I forgot to call, I stayed at a friends house, I’m fine and I’m on my way home right now so don’t worry, okay? See you soon, love you, bye!” With that he let the phone drop to the bed…and Jackson flopped face down next to it. “I can’t believe I did that….” he mumbled into the sheets.