sing - my chemical romance
Really, Jackson is surprised that Stiles hasn't yet been caught doing this, what with the multiple werewolves with no sense of privacy. So maybe he should feel privileged that he is the first person (that he knows of) to hear this. But, mostly, he is just surprised. Since when could Stiles play the guitar? Since when could he sing this well? He's frozen on the window ledge, captivated by Stiles' singing. He doesn't think that Stiles knows he's here, so he turns and is about to leave, to give him some privacy, when Stiles stops playing. "Don't leave," he says. Jackson starts, because he though he was quiet enough not to be noticed. He turns back and sees Stiles, turned to face him, eyes red and puffy, sat on the bed, clutching a guitar. He steps off the windowsill and into the room. "Derek sent me to get you," he explains.
"Derek can wait," Stiles says. He sniffs and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. Jackson sits down next to him. "Are you okay?" he asks, tentatively. When Stiles looks at him as if to say 'are you seriously asking that', he says "Sorry, stupid question." Stiles smiles a bit. He sighs.
"It's my mum's birthday," he says. Jackson is momentarily at a complete loss. Stiles smiles again, this time wryly. "You'd have thought I'd be able to cope with it by now. Maybe even have got over it," he says. Jackson shakes his head.
"I wouldn't expect you ever to get over it," he says. "Maybe dealing with it will get easier over time, but I can see why you wouldn't be able to." He is rewarded with a smile and... God Stiles is beautiful and he doesn't know why he just thought that. "Why haven't you told anyone you play guitar?" he asks, curious, because, really, Stiles is seriously amazing at guitar. Stiles shrugs. "It was kind of just something between me and mum. It's not something I particularly want to share." Jackson feels incredibly guilty when Stiles says this. Stiles realises what he has said and looks away. "I didn't mean it like that," he says. "I meant that... I don't know. It's just that if the right person came, I would share it with them. It was special between me and mum and I don't want to share it with just anyone." They sit in silence for a bit. "Would you like to hear some?" Stiles asks, shyly. Jackson feels something well up inside him. He nods. Stiles picks up his guitar. He strums a few chords and starts to sing.
They sit there for about an hour, Jackson listening to Stiles' singing. Eventually, Stiles stops. "My fingers hurt," he says in explanation.
"It was amazing," Jackson says. "You were amazing." Stiles blushes and Jackson smiles.
"You look nicer when you smile," Stiles whispers. Jackson turns to face him. Stiles can't look him in the eye, face flushing bright red. Jackson leans in and kisses his cheek. The surprised look on Stiles' face is priceless and Jackson smiles widely when he sees it. So, he kisses Stiles again. Stiles smiled this time, shyly. So, obviously, Jackson had to kiss him again. This time on the lips, gentle, probing for safe waters. And clearly these waters are safe because Stiles kisses him back, equally gentle, and laces their fingers together.