The two boys sat on the sofa, their legs side by side and their hands intertwined as they watched TV. Or tried to watch TV. God, if there was one Aaron disliked about Jackson, it was his inability to be quiet during a programme. Ever. In fact, Aaron hadn't heard a single word of the current show as Jackson was too busy nattering in his ear, asking pointless questions and cracking jokes.

"Who is this guy?" Jackson asked, referring to a dark haired man that was now taking up the screen.

"I don't know," Aaron sighed. "I think it's the blonde one's brother. Why?"

"He's fit!"

Aaron stared at Jackson, his eyes wide and his face blank. "Jay, he's about 40!"

"So?" Jackson defended himself, bumping his arm against his lovers. "He's still fit."

"You obviously have no taste in men if you think Wrinkly William there is hot!" Aaron scoffed.

"You know, you're right. I have no taste in men at all - must be why I'm with you," the older man laughed as Aaron scowled.

"Give me some credit! I'm better looking than him!"

Jackson made a show of casting his eye over the mechanic's toned clothed body before replying, "Maybe." Seeing the younger man's grin, he probed, "Go on then - who is your celebrity crush?"

"It's a tough call between Zac Efron and Justin TImberlake. They're both so dreamy!" Aaron replied sarcastically, emphasising the last few words and flinging his hand up to his chest in a mock swoon. As they were never sure if their relationship was stable, it was nice to have some banter. Aaron enjoyed it anyway. Or maybe he just enjoyed seeing his boyfriend's face light up when he smiled.

"Aw, come on, be serious," Jackson choked out as laughter overtook his body, "And no lying!"

"Erm, I don't know," Aaron lowered his tone and fiddled with the hem of his jumper, debating wether or not to answer.

"I'll go first, shall I?" Jackson saved him, talking in a loud, over-confident voice. "I'm a Vin Diesel kind of man, myself. Rough and ready that's my motto," he laughed. "You're lucky I like the strong, silent types with rock-hard abs."

"That's true," Aaron half-joked, flexing his already impressive bicep. "I think I'm a.."

"You know-"

"Steven Gerrard." He blurted it out almost like it was a forbidden word. "I mean.. he's n-" he coughed awkwardly. "He's decent. You know, sporty and that."

"There!" Jackson pumped his fist. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"I guess not," Aaron said as he stood up and switched the unwatched TV off, offering his hand to Jackson. "Let's go bed."

Jackson took the mechanic's hand and stood, stretching out his limb. Putting on a perfect Scouse accent he quipped, "Oh, have I scored?"

Aaron grumbled as he led the way through the kitchen and up the stairs, trailing Jackson behind who was still laughing manically at his own joke. Entering the room and shutting the door behind them, Jackson wound his arms around the younger man's neck, giving him a quick kiss and whispering in his ear, "So what are we gonna discuss tomorrow? Favorite day-time chat show? Fav-"

He was cut off by a long, passionate and suggestive kiss landing on his lips. And he didn't object. Pulling them both down onto the soft double bed, ridding them off their clothes, Aaron sighed happily. He felt relieved about his crush admission - he's grown up believing that any attraction he had to men was wrong so it was nice that Jackson was never going to laugh at him. Well, he probably still would if they ever watched football together. Looking down at his boyfriend squirming in lust beneath him, Aaron decided how lucky he was. Jackson has hot, God damn hot, but he wasn't just something to leer at - he was beautiful. He was smart, funny, he was something to love and cherish - and best of all, he was his.

But, of course, Aaron Livesy would not admit this to Jackson Walsh. Not yet anyway.