jacksonthewiseâ:
Those were not the words heâd exactly been expecting to hear from Ender butâŚwell, itâs not like heâd been expecting anyword from Ender. Or anyone from camp for that matter.  âOh. â Which might have not be the most reassuring answer as Jackson met those beautiful, stunning eyes of Enders and that sense of utter need that seemed to run though them. And he did realise his mistake was not adding more of an actual sentence after that, and in an effort to fix that, a hand reached out to slip intoâŚthe others gloved hand. As if the boy was still aware of the others private need and comfort those gloves provided him. His fingers squeezing the others as he leaned forward enough to keep their conversation private. â That, my dear Ender, is a lie.â He pointed out with a little sparkle in his eyes, and a cocky little smirk appearing on his face. âYou have me. And my penthouse. For as long as you want.â He pointed out with an easy brush of his lips against the others cheek, a secret, small touch beforeh e pulled away. âBesides- pretty sure if I left you here unattended, some siren would come sweep you up and take you away forever and frankly, I donât really like that idea.â Jackson pointed out, as if he made the other living him him *hiis* idea instead of some desperate attempt from Ender. Â
Jackson was pretty charming when he was trying to smooth over someoneâs anxieties about a situation like that. He did pull back far enough to meet theo thers eyes, his lips brushing along his lower lip with a grin. âIâm glad you found me.â he said, simply and easily before he raised that gloved hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it, like he had done so many times before. Â
Just like back at camp, Ender let himself fall for the spell that the other had over him, just for a second allowing himself to feel wanted. Needed. Here he was ready to spill his story, explain how he could never go back to LA as long as he was wanted, how he never had a home growing up always moving from place to place. Yet Jackson never asked for any of that, didnât make him explain as he simply told him that he was staying with him now. He couldnât even protest because honestly where would he even go? The one place he was ever able to call home was gone now and perhaps he should have stayed and fought for it but just like most other times in his life, all hope had seemed lost.Â
âIt wonât be for more than a few days,â was all Ender said with a clear of his throat trying to shove that emotion down back into the well he kept it in. âPlus I doubt a siren would even spare me another glance while you are looking like that.â And just like Jackson had done, their moment of tenderness was hidden under the cocky flirtation they both were so fluent in.Â









