Your First Time (Jackson)

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Just get out of there. Get his things, grab some water, get out of there; that’s all Jackson wanted to do right then. Once they got back to Rue’s place, he could figure out what to do next. But for now, Jackson didn’t have the ability for that much foresight. As he sat in the car, he kept his eyes on the side window, watching the scenery pass by as they drove from one run down part of town to the other, even passing by the park where Jackson and Kodi had left their mark on the stone wall. Jackson smiled at the memory. They’d painted over it already. What a shame.

His feet felt like lead, Jackson finding it even more difficult to move about than he had that morning with his wobbly noodle legs. This was completely different. Like, a complete lack of wanting to move. Jackson just wanted to sleep. Or watch TV. Or do something else equally mindless. The boy nodded at Rue’s instructions, barely responding to the embrace, and he shuffled slowly to the man’s bedroom, unpacking his things equally as slow once he set his bag on the bed. Right…he still hadn’t taken his medicine. That might be half the reason why he was feeling so sluggish. Ugh….could he just…not be diabetic today? He didn’t want to care about that shit right now.

Jackson sighed and dressed down to only a t-shirt and his drawers, folding his pants and setting them on the bed. He prepped his medicine like he was supposed to. He winced as he stabbed himself in the leg. He dabbed at the small trickle of blood with a tissue and held it there with one hand while he put things away with the other. Another sigh left his lips. The boy grabbed up the bag and shuffled his bare feet back out to the kitchen to put his stuff in the fridge. Could he stop yet? Was he allowed? Jackson stared into the open refrigerator longer than what could be considered normal. He wasn’t paying attention to what Rue was doing. He just…didn’t want to care about anything right now.

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Rue took his time in making the tea. Now that Jackson wasn’t throwing things around in his grief, he thought he should give the boy a little bit of time alone to unpack and get some space. It also allowed Rue to lean against the corner of his counter and silently weep for a few minutes, too. The entire ordeal with the ambulance had been incredibly difficult, and being near Jackson’s grandmother’s body had been draining to the aura reader. It just… it wasn’t right not to see her aura anymore. It made him sick and queasy along with all the despair he felt for Jackson himself. He made sure his sorrow didn’t make any noise, though, so the boy wouldn’t hear.

He put the bags of chamomile tea in two mugs and filled them with the hot water. Rue was about to go to the bedroom when Jackson reappeared. He didn’t say anything, just watched him shuffle around with empathetic eyes. When it became clear that Jackson didn’t know or care what he was doing, Rue gently took the bag out of his hands. “Here, let me put your things away,” he murmured. “Go lay down, I’ll be in there right after you.” He did as he said he would, then sat Jackson’s bag on the counter, grabbed the mugs, and went into his room. Assuming the blonde had done as he asked, Rue would sit beside him and offer him one of the teas. “It’s chamomile. It will help you sleep,” he explained. Rue wrapped an arm around Jackson’s shoulders and held him close once more as he sipped quietly on his own drink. When it was gone, he set the empty container aside and sighed sleepily. “Do you need anything?” he asked quietly.

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Jackson wasn’t likely to be throwing anything anytime soon, not unless it was by his own physical strength. Going at it for as long as he had left him more drained than he’d anticipated. Maybe that was another reason why he was being sluggish and couldn’t think? He only just realized his head was throbbing, but he couldn’t determine if that was from high blood sugar or telekinetic strain, which he hardly ever got because he hardly ever used his power, especially not to that extent. He didn’t even know that he could use it to that extent…

Guess he was right, it really was like the comic book and superhero movies. It was always the emotionally bothered people who ended up having strong telekinetic powers. Fine time to be figuring that out now. He’d rage at the universe later for that irony.

“Mm,” he grunted softly when Rue took his thing from him. “Sorry…” And now he was causing Rue all sorts of trouble. Even more trouble. Jackson had made him take care of everything, because Jackson was too in shock to do anything himself. If Rue hadn’t been there….Jackson would probably still be back there, having done nothing with himself, with his grandmother’s body, nothing at all until either someone came looking for him or he somehow snapped out of it. As it was, it didn’t seem like it was happening anytime soon. Jackson wandered back to the bedroom and sat on the bed, curling his knees up to his chest, and waited for Rue to come back. When offered the tea, Jackson didn’t move for a moment, but then slowly crossed his legs in front of him and took the mug, sipping from it gingerly. “Mmm,” he hummed at the taste. Jackson managed a smile. “Sleepy-time tea. That’s what my mom used to call it.” She’d make some herself whenever she had trouble getting to sleep at night. “…thanks.” Jackson would sip at it slowly until the mug was about three quarters empty, then after setting it aside on the nightstand, he’d curl up into Rue. “…..I just wanna sleep,” he muttered despondently. Maybe tomorrow he’d wake up and find out it’d all been just a horrible nightmare?

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Rue shook his head at Jackson’s apology. “Don’t worry about it,” he said gently, with a tender touch to the boy’s cheek. “It’s not a problem at all. I’m here to help you however I can.” He wished he didn’t have to be, though; he wished Jackson didn’t have to go through this at all. It was horrible for someone so young to have to experience. Rue was actually somewhat relieved that he’d gone in with Jackson, if only to be able to do what he could when he didn’t think the younger boy would have. He smiled a little when Jackson sipped his tea and spoke. It was much better than him saying nothing at all. “I like that name,” he replied quietly. “I’ll have to start calling it that, too.” It always made him pass out pretty quickly, although he thought tonight would probably be tougher since he wanted to look over the younger boy until he was sleeping. Rue nestled the boy against his chest and pulled the comforter up around them, keeping his arm around Jackson’s shoulders. “Then sleep,” he murmured, running circles over his back once more. “I’ll be right here. If you need anything, don’t be afraid to wake me up.” Rue knew he was a heavy sleeper, so it was possible he wouldn’t stir unless the younger boy purposefully tried to wake him.

He kept himself awake and watching over Jackson until the blonde’s breathing told him that he was asleep. Then Rue finally allowed himself to close his eyes and doze off as well.

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“Okay….” Jackson didn’t say another word and simply curled up in Rue’s bed with the older man holding him and watching over him. Rue’s presence, honestly, made it easier to sleep than if he’d been alone. The boy slept like the dead, unmoving and undreaming, until the sun started to set that evening. He blinked his eyes open and smiled up at Rue’s sleeping face. Of course, that guy slept like….even more like the dead. He was almost positive he could slip out of the man’s grasp without waking him. Jackson did so and stretched out his arms and his back, feeling a lot less paralyzed than he had several hours before.

He looked back at Rue’s sleeping form and smiled gently upon him. Then he grabbed his phone from his pants and silently tiptoed out to the living room, where he plopped down on the couch and curled his knees up to his chest. Jackson fiddled a bit with his phone, searching through his contacts list, until he found the number and pressed the call button. He cleared his throat when a person picked up on the other line. “Hi, this is Osiris Jackson, I’m calling for Francisco Jackson.” Pause. “Yeah, I’m his son.” Another pause. Jackson’s face fell slightly. “Really? Okay, I’ll try to keep it short then. Thank you.” He closed his eyes and traced circled with his finger on his knee as he waited to hear the familiar timbre of his father’s voice. "Dad?" he said, his face perking up slightly. Tears quickly collected in his eyes. "Yeah, I know. I miss you too." He paused again, dreading having to give him the news. "Dad...? It's about Grams...." They didn't have much time, so Jackson told the man on the other line as much as he could manage in the time they were allowed, speaking quietly so as to not disturb Rue in the other room.

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Rue slept as he usually did – deeply, and without moving. He’d always been a heavy sleeper, even before he started therapy and meditation; he usually drank chamomile tea before he slept, thought, which usually helped even more. Tonight was no different. Even as Jackson stirred and got up, Rue was oblivious to his movements, and barely moved an inch. When the warm presence was out of his arms, the older man just instinctively wrapped his arms around the nearest pillow and used it as a replacement.

It took some time for him to realize that something had changed. Rue didn’t start to wake up until Jackson was already talking to his father, and even then, he was confused and groggy as to why he heard the boy’s voice. He shuffled out of bed, dragging one of his blankets along with him, and peeked out to see Jackson curled up on the couch, talking on the phone. Had he… Said ‘dad’….? He silently walked over and sat beside the blonde, tossing the blanket over both of their laps and letting the younger boy lean against him. “Who is it?” he mouthed curiously. If given the chance, Rue would take the phone and do his best to get un-groggy enough to give the man as good of an impression of himself as he could. “Hello, Mr. Jackson,” he greeted softly. “I’m sorry that we’re talking for the first time under these circumstances…” Questions whirled through his head – was this Jackson’s biological father? Why wasn’t he here? Where was he? Rue kicked himself for never asking about these things before now.

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Talking to his dad surprisingly made Jackson feel a lot better, despite the news he had to deliver to the man. As expected, Frank was upset, and pleaded wishes of being able to be there with Jackson when he needed him, and regrets of not being able to. When he could, Jackson moved the topic to other things. It’d been a while since the two of them had talked. Jackson’s life was busy, he would say, and that didn’t make it easy to remember to do such an important thing. Also, the time difference made it difficult, because there were only certain times when inmates were allowed to receive calls, just like when receiving visitors. There was so much to tell him. He told him about school, about his club activities and his frustration with that stupid yearbook club that nobody else seemed to want to run. He told him about his grades, complained about this teacher and that one.

“I dyed my hair. And got some new piercings,” he said proudly. “I’ll send you a picture when I can, okay?” Pause. “Ha ha! I know, I can’t help it though, they’re addictive. You won’t believe where I got them this time, my friend talked me into it, they’re….” Jackson stopped mid-sentence when he saw Rue step into the room. He smiled and covered the phone whispering out a “Hi” to his….yeah, he still didn’t know what Rue was. More than a friend, but not a boyfriend. “It’s my dad,” he said with a grin. Jackson turned back to the phone. “Huh? No, sorry, my friend, the one I told you about, I’m staying with him, the lazy bum just dragged himself out of bed finally, ha ha.” Jackson nodded as if the person on the other line could see it, uttering out a “kaay”, and handed the phone to Rue. “He wants to talk to you,” he told Rue.

The voice on the other end was a soft baritone and spoke with a slight accent. “Está bien,” the man said. “I’m sorry to burden you with our family’s matters, you didn’t have to but that you did tells me a lot about what kind of man you are, I’m happy he has a good friend like you…Osiris said you helped him out a lot today. Thank you for that.” There was a brief pause. “I would have done it myself had I been able.”

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Rue smiled tiredly when Jackson greeted him. “Hey,” he mumbled back, still wiping the sleep from his eyes. What time was it? Evening time… His sleep schedule was going to get weird. Ah well. But apparently he had heard right, it was Jackson’s dad, and Rue tried to wrap his head around that. What sort of relationship would they have that his father would leave Jackson to be taken care of by his grandmother, but the blonde boy still seemed happy and eager to talk to him on the phone? It left the aura reader confused, but also relieved that he did have another parental source. He snorted and smiled again at the teasing. “You’re going to make me sound like a sloth,” he complained playfully, brushing his thumb over Jackson’s cheek. He was surprised when the phone was handed over, and hoped that he wouldn’t make it obvious how little he knew about Jackson’s family.

He wasn’t expecting the accent, and the surprise may have shown on his face, but he didn’t mention it. “It’s really alright,” he assured the older man. “I’m just glad I was able to be there when…” Rue trailed off and glanced at Jackson, then wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. “We’re doing alright, though. And I’m glad that Ja- Osiris called you. I’m… I’m really sorry for your loss.” His voice thickened with emotion. “Osiris’s grandmother was a very… Strong woman.” Rue went quiet for a moment. “I’m happy to have him stay with me for as long as he needs. I don’t know if there are other options available for him apart from Hammel, but it really isn’t a burden. I just don’t want him to be alone right now.”

Rue glanced at Jackson. “I’ll… I’ll hand the phone back to him now, if you want to discuss it. I’ll be right here.” He pulled the phone away and handed it back over, before nestling his face into the blonde’s hair and nuzzling him softly.

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“Aren’t you?” he teased, grinning cheekily at the older man. Jackson wondered what his father would think about their relationship, whatever it was. Surprisingly, Jackson had less worries about the idea of his dad finding out about them than he did with his grandmother. Then again, dad did marry his mom when his whole family was against it. That had to give him something of an open mind, right?

A chuckle came when Rue almost used Jackson’s preferred name over his given name, thought Francisco didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he hummed in agreement. “Yes, she was. She was my mother-in-law, so I don’t need to tell you that she hated me.” The man laughed. “But she loved her daughter, and she loved our son, so she couldn’t have been all bad.” He paused and listened more to Rue’s words. “I can’t do much from here, but I’ll talk to somebody to make sure he’s taken care of. But thank you for staying with him, you know, he’s such a sensitive kid, he tries not to show it, but I know. He tries so hard to be strong. Thank you for staying with him.” Words alone couldn’t express the man’s gratitude, but he tried to convey it anyway. A few voices murmured at him on the other end and he mumbled something back to them. “Thanks, I don’t have a lot of time left, so if you could…”

Jackson took the phone back, a broad smile on his lips as he started talking again. “Hi, Dad, it’s me again…..yah, isn’t he? I really….” Jackson giggled at the nuzzles, mouthing out a “stop it” to the man beside him and pushing him away playfully. He paused again, his expression becoming more thoughtful as he listened to the person on the phone. Yeah, there wasn’t a lot of time left and who knew when they’d get another chance to talk. “D-dad?” he started, glancing over at Rue. “Rue is….he’s not just my friend.” Jackson spoke hesitantly, but he didn’t stop either. “He and I, we’re….sort of…going out…ish…like that….” He dipped his head, closing his eyes as red spread over his cheeks. “……..maybe….I don’t know…yet……..of course I didn’t tell her!! If I did, she’d—“ Jackson’s voice caught in his throat and he shook his head. “Right….I know, okay. Thanks. I’ll…I’ll try and call again soon. Love you….bye….” Jackson ended the call, dropping his head. “I’m tired all over again…hah hah…” he tried to joke. He wasn’t sure he was feeling very amused anymore though.

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Ah…. So Grams had been Jackson’s mother’s mother. Rue hadn’t been certain of that, but he was relieved now for not saying something flowery about the older woman that may not have necessarily been true. “I could tell how much she loved him,” he agreed softly. “There was a lot of tough love there, but I know she meant well.” Rue kept his eyes on Jackson with a small, sad smile. “That would be great, but don’t hurry for my sake. I… I know what you mean. I’m an aura reader, so I can tell. He can’t hide anything from me.” He said this to try to assure Jackson’s father that he could take care of the boy even when he pretended to be fine, as well as to subtly remind Jackson that he shouldn’t pretend to be fine around him.

He had to wonder what Jackson’s father was saying about him on the other end of the phone, considering the blonde’s responses. Rue smiled as the boy giggled, only nuzzling him more until the boy pushed him away. He chuckled and settled for snuggling Jackson against his chest and listening quietly to the one side of the conversation. He blinked when the boy looked at him, and was surprised when Jackson admitted to his dad about their relationship. Rue hadn’t expected that, and it shocked him enough that he didn’t say anything until the conversation was over and Jackson had hung up the phone. “So…. Am I going to have to sleep with one eye open now if I don’t want to get shot?” he joked quietly. Hopefully his dad was more forgiving that Grams. Rue nuzzled into the boy’s hair again and gave him a squeeze. “Do you want to go back to bed?” he asked gently. “I still feel pretty sleepy myself.” It had just been an exhausting day.

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Jackson’s father laughed. “Tough love is a way to put it.” It was obvious that he didn’t quite agree, but then, wasn’t that how in-laws were supposed to be? Jackson had always wished that Sumin would have approved of his father….it got to be very disheartening hearing negative things about him every time he was brought up. Eventually, Jackson stopped talking about him to his grandmother altogether. That made it even harder to find the time to call him. Jackson returned the smile, happy that Rue and his dad were talking. If they could meet face-to-face, that would’ve been the best, but neither Jackson nor Rue had the means to go where his father was. It’d probably be a long time before Jackson could get back home to visit. “Ha ha, are you? That’s great! Puts my mind at ease. I’ll be depending on you then, got it?” The man continued to laugh, right up until Rue handed the phone back. Jackson pouted and pushed the older man beside him. “Tha’s cheating,” he whispered to Rue, brazenly sticking out his tongue like a child.

Jackson didn’t expect to tell his father about his and Rue’s relationship either. He was surprised himself, even more at his father’s response to it. Well, it wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either. Jackson shook his head. “No, I think you’re safe,” he said with a small smile, holding the phone tight between his hands. His face dropped slightly. “He said we’ll talk about it next time, so I guess he does have a few things to say.” Jackson fidgeted slightly. “He said….’in the meantime, don’t you dare let him put it in, if you know what’s good for you!’” Jackson mimicked his father’s voice, laughing slightly, then quieting down very quickly. “I can’t tell if he was joking or not.” He probably was. He didn’t sound that upset, anyway. “Mmm….nah, I think I slept enough,” he said, then looked up at Rue, giving the older man his best pair of pathetic, pleading eyes. “I’m hungry. Can we go out for food?” He knew Rue didn’t have much money, but Jackson felt like being spoiled today.

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As mentioned before, Rue didn’t know many details surrounding Jackson’s family. He made a mental promise to himself to ask the boy about it at some point; not now, while he was still grieving, but soon enough, so he would know more about who he might expect to be showing up in town to take care of Jackson. He didn’t want him to be taken by someone…. Dangerous or hurtful. His dad sounded alright, though. Rue had an inkling of where he was, especially when he heard the other voices saying he didn’t have much time left, but he wouldn’t judge someone solely on where they were without getting to know them first. “Yes, sir. I won’t let you down,” he promised, and smiled over at Jackson’s complaint. “I don’t care,” he replied smugly.

Honestly, yes, Rue was surprised that Jackson told his dad, but mostly surprised that he’d said they were ‘dating’. He supposed that was true… But they had never really talked about it before. Not that it was really an issue, because dating was a lot different than a serious relationship. Even if Rue did care immensely about the younger boy. “Good, I’m glad,” he said with relief. “At least you didn’t tell him our age difference…” He figured that might be a bigger issue to a parent. Rue squeezed Jackson’s shoulders and kissed his temple, trying to comfort him. “Well… I can be here again when that happens, if you want me to. Try to put his mind at ease.” He nearly choked on his words at what Jackson said next. Then he laughed nervously. “Well, ah, I… I guess that means pants are staying on in the bedroom now,” he replied awkwardly. It was a little too late to avoid it, though. At least Jackson hadn’t told his dad that.

Rue yawned and nodded. “Alright. I can wake up too.” It was just so comfy here on the couch with the blanket over them. And he was kind of a lazy bum. He glanced at Jackson as he looked up at him, and chuckled at his expression. “You don’t have to look at me like that when you want food, you know,” he mumbled, petting the blonde’s cheek. Rue leaned down and gave him a small kiss. “Of course we can. What would you like to get?” He shifted and stood with a big stretch and another yawn. He didn’t realize Sinbad was in the room until the kitty hopped up on the couch behind him, where he had been sitting. “There’s the rascal,” he chuckled. Sinbad nosed at Jackson’s hand.

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Jackson had a few ideas about where his care would end up shifting to. In these cases, wasn’t it usually other relatives that took over? Jackson’s only other family was his dad’s, and they were on the other side of the country. In another country. How that was going to be arranged was beyond him, they’d probably need papers and stuff for him living there instead of here…maybe, Jackson wasn’t sure how that worked. Either way, it would probably take a few weeks, maybe even a few months before all that was in order. Jackson didn’t really want this to happen, though. He’d always complained that his family was composed of horrible people. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said that either.

“It’s only, what? Five years? That’s not that much, really.” If Jackson were over 18, then it wouldn’t even be an issue. Jackson smirked and returned the kiss onto Rue’s cheek. “Besides, I happen to like my dirty old man.” Jackson wriggled himself closer into Rue, cuddling against the man’s side. “”Okay,” he said, nodding. Then he snorted at Rue’s reaction. “Are you okay?” he said with a giggle. The amusement quickly turned into a pout at Rue’s sudden declaration. “It’s already happened, so I don’t really see the point of stopping now.” Jackson was 95% positive that his dad was just being…an overprotective parent. “Besides, I’m 16, I’m gonna be 17 soon, it’s my decision anyway.” Jackson may have looked up consent laws at some point, worried that someone was going to make a big deal about that whole ‘age difference’ thing that Rue was so concerned about. They weren’t doing anything wrong, it was perfectly legal, so there!

Jackson smiled. “But it’s fun~” he said playfully, accepting the kiss with another giggle. Jackson felt like acting silly right now anyway. It was better than letting his grief take him over again to the point where he couldn’t move. Those feelings were still there though, and, as mentioned before, Rue could probably see them plain as day. “Pizza!” he said almost immediately. Yes, pizza. Great food, and his favorite, but probably the worst for his condition, hence why he wasn’t allowed to eat it that often. He’s probably explained this to Rue by now. “Ha ha! He’s jealous. Here we are having so much fun with each other, and he’s been left out.” Jackson opened his hand and gave the feline a few scritches under his chin and behind his ears. Kitties were very therapeutic, in his opinion.

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Rue didn’t know how long he could logically take care of Jackson. He wanted to be able to provide a place for him to stay as long as he needed, but the truth was, he had to live pretty sparsely on his own. He wouldn’t say anything to the younger boy unless it became too much, though. Rue would be fine. He just hoped Jackson didn’t mind eating ramen on occasion.

He sighed and smiled a little. “It is at our age…” Rue argued quietly. “At least, most people seem to think so.” It was weird that he would even want to be in this sort of relationship with someone as young as Jackson, but, well…. Rue just really liked him. He was mature for his age, but also brought out the older man’s less serious side. He reminded him of Finn in that sense (even though Finn was older than both of them). He felt his cheeks flush at the boy’s comment, and rubbed Jackson’s arm with an awkward chuckle. “You’re weird,” he informed the blonde, but not unkindly. He blushed even more when Jackson prodded him about…. Those things. “I know, but… Your dad said…” It just made him feel weird, thinking about doing… that…. Again, after Francisco’s words. Rue nodded slightly, but his expression was still uncomfortable. “I guess… if you say so….” He leaned in and nuzzled Jackson’s temple. “But I’m not going to ask for it.”

Rue chuckled with a roll of his eyes. “You just know I can’t say no to those eyes,” he complained. He knew that Jackson still wasn’t okay, despite his behavior, but he wouldn’t say so unless it became problematic. He was just glad the boy wasn’t stuck in his grief for now. “Pizza sounds good,” he agreed. “Do you want to order in, or go out to get it?” Rue didn’t mind too much either way; he hadn’t realized until now that he’d slept in his day clothes, so he didn’t need to change. He smiled fondly as the boy and his cat interacted. “That must be it,” he agreed. “Just don’t let him fool you, he’ll lash out after too many pets.” Andromeda was the lady with manners, but she rarely showed herself for anyone but Finn and Vicky.

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Jackson wasn’t expecting Rue to take care of him like a guardian would. He was just staying there for the time being. Once he felt up to it, the boy would most likely go back to Hammel and his dorm. The school already provided him with free meals, so he wasn’t worried about starving at least.

“Fuck other people,” Jackson said sharply, scowling along with his sudden swearing. It didn’t fit with his ‘good boy’ image, so he didn’t do it often. That didn’t mean he didn’t now how. The boy just didn’t have the stamina to keep it up 100% right now. Jackson sighed, sliding his gaze away. “Sorry, but….it’s really none of their business, so why does it even matter what other people think?” It was their lives, weren’t they allowed to do with it what they wanted? The scowl faded, replaced by a smile and a giggle, amused by Rue’s ‘information’. But then they were back on the negative. Maybe Jackson shouldn’t have told him what his dad said? His face dropped at Rue’s lack of enthusiasm. “You don’t want to,” he said, disappointed. Jackson turned his face away from Rue’s nuzzling. What was the point of doing it at all if he was going to chicken out at the slightest sign of disapproval? They already knew that Grams wasn’t going to approve, yet that didn’t seem to stop him.

The promise of pizza was at least bringing his mood up a little. Not much, but enough that he could pretend it was more than that. Jackson smirked. “If I asked for sex with those eyes, could you resist?” he asked, batting his eyes and rolling up a shoulder. Jackson let that question hang in the air before turning his focus back onto food. And pizza. “Uh….can we go out?” He didn’t want to stay in, all cooped up and nothing to do. “To a place with an arcade?” He gave him the pleading eyes again. It was going to become a habit every time he asked for something slightly unreasonable at this rate.

The boy laughed as he continued to give Sinbad the loves he yearned for. “Aww, he wouldn’t hurt me, would you kitty?” he cooed at the adorable creature. Right as the cat did exactly what Rue predicted he would. Jackson pulled his hand back just in time. “Hmph, stingy.” Jackson sighed again, thinking that he should stop fooling around already. He leaned over and gave Rue a quick kiss before hopping to his feet. “I’m gonna get dressed, be right back~” He sent Rue one last smile then scampered back to the bedroom.