something good can work - two door cinema club
It feels too good. That is the first thing Stiles thinks every morning when he wakes up. It feels too fucking good to be true. It will all turn out to be a dream. Or a prank, a cruel prank, from the lacrosse team. He wishes it would last forever.
Waking up in the morning to Jackson is the best thing he has ever experienced in his life. Albeit he hasn't many (any) other experiences from which to draw comparisons. He didn't ever think that Jackson would be so gentle, treating him like something precious, or so considerate. He wakes Stiles up by kissing gently down the curve of his neck, nuzzling slightly when it suits him. He kisses under Stiles' chin when he rolls over, seeking warmth. He even licks the shell of Stiles' ear. Then, once Stiles is aware of what is going on, he kisses each eyelid and then his mouth. They wake up lazily together, even on school days when they probably can't afford to be so relaxed. Jackson will lace their fingers together and carefully kiss the tip of each one.
At school, Lydia is always glued to Jackson's side. She can tell that he has someone else ("call it women's intuition") and she hasn't stopped bothering him about who it is. He won't tell her. And this, Stiles thinks, is the first sign that it really is too good to be true.
The second sign is how Jackson can't look him in the eye at school. He goes out of his way to avoid Stiles and Stiles can't pretend it doesn't hurt, because fuck it does, it hurts like a bitch. But Stiles is used to losing the good things, and he's good at ignoring the pain.
But that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. Especially when Stiles sees Jackson talking to Danny about something. He sees Jackson look over at him, then look away quickly.
That night, Stiles decides that, yes, it was too good to be true. Jackson hasn't turned up through his window yet, like he usually does. He didn't think it would hurt this fucking much, though. It's the slow burn of a fuse culminating in a chest-achingly familiar pain, which he recognises from after his mum's death. Oh, he would give anything, anything, never to feel this way again.
He's given up and gone to bed, when there's a knock on the window. Jackson creeps in. He looks worried about something. He takes Stiles into his arms (and Stiles isn't going to protest about this). Stiles sighs deeply, sadly, and allows himself to relax. "Stiles, baby," Jackson says, and his breath tickles Stiles' ear. "What's wrong?"
"It feels too good to be true," he confesses. "I feel like you're going to up and leave at any moment."
"I wouldn't," Jackson says. "I promise you, I wouldn't ever do that." Stiles shrugs. "Why would you think that?" Jackson asks.
"I guess it's because everything good in my life has been taken away from me at some point." Stiles says, truthfully. He's half expecting Jackson to leave him now. Jackson pulls back and looks closely at Stiles. "I promise that I will never leave you," he says, seriously.
"Why are you ignoring me at school?" Stiles whispers, and fuck Jackson's werewolf senses because he heard that.
"I thought..." he hesitates, unsure. "I thought you didn't want people to know."
"I don't care," Stiles replies, fiercely. "I don't care what they think. I love you." Then he stiffens, as if he thinks he's said the wrong thing. Jackson puts him right immediately. "I love you, too," he says. "God, you have no idea how much I love you." Stiles smiles, widely, unreservedly. Jackson laughs, and Stiles wishes he could capture that laugh and listen to it over and over again for the rest of his life. "Look at us," he says. "We're completely hopeless." Stiles buries his face in Jackson's neck.
"I don't care," he mumbles. "I love you."
And the next day, when Jackson kisses him in the hallway, in front of everyone, Stiles doesn't care for the shocked faces, because he's as happy as he has ever been, and they will make this thing that they have work.