Disclaimer: The characters and overreaching plot belongs to ITV Studios. I gain no money from this. No copyright infringement intended. The original plot in this short story belongs to me as well as any original characters (OCs).
Author note: Prompt from .org Unbeta'd.
Jackson stirred awake as the sunlight made its way into his eyes. He pushed himself up from the soft bed and rubbed his eyes. His then gaze wandered over the room before it focused on the alarm clock. The digital clock showed in angry red numbers that it was almost 10 o' clock in the morning. He shook his head at the time. He had not seen Aaron and he therefore assumed that the other man got away to work in good time. Realizing that he could not stay in bed all day he pushed the blue duvets to the side and swung his legs over the bed and searched after his clothes. He found the blue shirt he had worn yesterday, sloppily thrown into a corner of the bedroom. After he had put on yesterday's briefs, silently pondering if it would be a good idea to put some clean underwear somewhere in the drawers and if Aaron would be alright with that, his feet made contact with the wooden floor and he made his way over to the shirt while picking up his dark blue jeans on the way. Leaning against the wall he putted on the jeans and shirt. With slight panic he searched the room after his socks. Not finding them anywhere he tried to recall where they ended up yesterday. He got a feeling they disappeared somewhere between the stairs and the bedroom door. He was right as the first thing he saw when he left the bedroom was one of his socks lying next to the door. He picked it up and walked down the stairs. Once down at the ground floor Rhona greeted him with a knowing smile. Jackson responded with one of his usual smiles.
"Morning," he replied.
"I believe this one belongs to you?" Rhona asked and waved a single white sock in front of him. Jackson laughed and took the sock from her.
"I wondered where it went off to," he responded.
"Awh, too bad it wasn't your shirt," Rhona then said with a wink which caused Jackson to let out another warm chuckle.
"Bet you do," he answered with a wink and walked over to the kitchen. He then spotted his mom Hazel sitting by the kitchen table, wearing a cyan blouse. She looked up at him and he greeted her. She gave him a smile in response.
"Good morning to you too, lazy sod," she teased. "Juice is in the fridge, sunshine," she then added. Jackson nodded in response and turned to the white, slightly worn, fridge which had a frame of silver colored metal. One look at the fridge and his breath got stuck in his throat though. In the background he could make out a small chuckle coming from his mother. He didn't pay much interest to her as his focus was aimed at a small yellow Post-It note, which was stuck onto the fridge. Jackson read the short but sweet message over. "To Do List: Love Jackson every day 3" A big smile spread over his face. His boyfriend wasn't one much for tokens of appreciation or romance in general so the short message meant a lot to Jackson. His mother cleared her throat and Jackson turned to look at her.
"The boy seems to get better, hm? Go on, I think he is working at the garage today," he said. Jackson gave her a quick smile before he made his way over to the front door, forgetting all about breakfast.
-ooOOoo-
Aaron was busy with a rather stubborn old Ford and cussed silently under his breath as he tried to loosen a screw which had rusted stuck. Cain didn't help much with his cheeky comment about the screw being more stubborn that Aaron himself. Aaron had simply rolled his eyes at the comment.
"Put your back into it!" Ryan shouted over from a nearby Medan on which he was in the process of replacing a broken bumper on. Aaron looked up and shot the other mechanic an annoyed look. Ryan didn't let it get to him and continued to beam towards him.
Cain spotted Jackson walking by the newly renovated Dale Head house, renovated by Jackson himself, as he was leaning towards the wall of the garage with a coffee in his hand. He smirked and looked over at Aaron.
"Hey look, your lover-boy is here Aaron. If he helps you, you two might have enough strength to remove that screw, ey?" Cain teased. Aaron sighed and rolled his eyes. He knew that Cain was just trying to be funny. By now his remarks hardly wound him up anymore. Jackson on the other hand was quick to make a come-back at Cain's comment which made Aaron crack a smile.
"Must be easy to supervise, just standing round doing nothing and letting the real men do all the work, hm?" Jackson responded in a cheeky manner. Cain gave him an annoyed look and walked over to another car to continue with his own task. Jackson let out a short chuckle and walked over to Aaron who had let the screw go for once. As he appeared Aaron flashed him a half-smile.
"Alright?" he asked. Jackson smiled in response and without any warning he embraced Aaron whom raised his eyebrow in confusion.
"I'm great after that sweet little message of yours," Jackson responded. Aaron smiled back at Jackson.
"Glad ya liked it," he replied.
"Very much," Jackson said and leaned in. Aaron smirked and pressed his lips against Jackson's, not caring that anyone saw. Jackson kissed back and opened his mouth slightly so that he could let his tongue bruise against Aaron's dry lips. Their intimate moment got interrupted however by comments by the other two mechanics.
"Get a room you too," Ryan said in mock annoyance.
"Oi, he got work to do!" Cain responded with a slight scowl.
Aaron broke away from the kiss and shot his workmates each an annoyed glare. He then looked back into Jackson's brown eyes and placed a quick kiss on his lips.
"Later," he said with another smirk. Jackson understood and broke away from the brief embrace. "See you for lunch later then?" Aaron then asked.
"That sounds good. I'll just get some breakfast and swing by Home Farm to see if Declan got any work for me," Jackson answered.
"Good," Aaron commented and placed another quick kiss at Jackson's lips. Jackson gave his boyfriend a warm look before he left the garage while Aaron watched as he left. Once Jackson was out of his sight he returned to the rusty screw with a grin plastered on his face. The screw finally came off too!
The End...?
