As soon as Jackson arrived home, he went straight to his room to face dive into his pillows to silently scream. He had heard the television playing football when he had walked in, so he knew his dad was home. And, they weren’t exactly approving of everything Jax did. Especially concerning boys.
Eric turned on his back once he finally ran out of breath. "I didn't totally fuck it up!" He said happily. "I didn't make him hate me!"
Jackson was just beaming in his room. He somehow managed to not fuck everything up. Hell, he even got closer than he expected. This was great, life is great.”
Eric sprawled out on his bed, slightly giddy.
(Should we skip?)
((Sure))
Eric walked into class the next day, early again, and still kinda half asleep
Jax walked into the class and saw Eric there again. He walked to his desk, "Hey, glad to see you here early again."
Eric nodded, blinking. "I did not sleep. I wanna die." He mumbled.
Jax laughed slightly before getting concerned, "Really? You need to get some sleep, dear."
"I tried, I swear!" He said. "But I did not, like I told ya, angel."
"Well I'm sorry, darling," Jackson drawled a little, "If you need to sleep through class again, I won't stop you."
"Think I might…" He admitted, leaning his head against his hand to keep himself awake.
"Okay," Jackson gave him a nod, "So, uh, how was the rest of your night?"
"Pretty okay." He said. "Practiced guitar a bit, went online, his out in my room, stole food from the kitchen at three am without getting killed by a demon."
"All good things, I see," Jackson responded.
Eric nodded, eyes slipping close before he forced them back open.
Jackson let out a sigh, "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up when class ends."
"Thanks, love." He said, laying his head down in his arms.
"No problem, dear," Jax had a little smile on.
Eric dozed off, smiling slightly.
Fucking, he's even cuter asleep. Jackson was just going to sit there. Looking at this sleeping boy. Having a gay moment all to himself.
((Oh mood Jax))
Eric nuzzled into his arms, letting out a small hum.
Jackson tried not to squeal at how cute Eric was. Instead he turned around to face the front of the classroom. Out of sight, out of mind?
Eric slept quietly, shifting every now and then.