Stackson + Stars
If someone had told Stiles a few years ago that one day Jackson would move to London and Stiles would not only not celebrate but actually miss him, he’d have declared the mad right there and then.
But the truth is: he misses Jackson. Desperately.
They’ve somehow, against all odds, become friends, depending on each other, still always there to goad each other as well of course, but also to talk and listen and provide comfort. Yes, Stiles has hugged Jackson Whittemore. Voluntarily. And enjoyed it.
Oh get your minds out of the gutter, not like that. Yes, Jackson is hot, you’d have to be blind not to see that, but that hug wasn’t about that. It was about loss and pain and hope and love and everything rolled into one. It was a good hug.
It was also the hug just before Jackson boarded the plane. And the hug that turned into a kiss which Stiles enjoyed, too. Yes, that way, too, in this case.
But that’s all there was: one hug. One kiss.
And now half of the world lies between them.
At least they are still looking up at the same stars.
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