Ficlet: Hollywood (Part 1)
Author: on_the_ground
Title: Hollywood (Part 1)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson
Summary: Jackson and Stiles dream of making it big in Hollywood when their paths cross in 1950.
Content Notes: AU - human, AU - historical, fluff, attraction
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 520 words
Prompt: #380: Essay
Author's Notes: Posted here for the Full Moon Ficlet community. This will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You"
“That was something else,” Jackson says, gasping as he recovers from the intense fucking session.
“Yeah, it was,” Stiles says, still catching his breath, running his right hand along Jackson’s smooth naked back.
“I wish things could be as simple as they seem right now,” Jackson closes his eyes, enjoying the touch of those fingers on his skin. He hadn’t felt so relaxed since last week, the day he met Stiles and had sex with him for the first time.
“Are you okay?” Jackson asks a couple of minutes, looking at Stiles above as he’s resting his head on Stiles’s chest.
“Yeah, just thinking about what you said but I have to go,” Stiles says, gently moving Jackson aside, sitting up.
“You can stay the night if you want... The house is mine, nobody is going to interrupt us.”
“Is that why you brought me here this time instead of the hotel? Were you planning to ask me to stay?”
“No, I just… I didn’t like the hotel. I’m more comfortable here… and I wanted you to see where I live.”
“Were you trying to impress me?” Stiles raises his eyebrows, smiling.
“Not really.” Jackson shrugs. “You know I’m an actor and that the house belongs to my parents. They are loaded and I take advantage of it.”
Stiles snorts, getting up. “It’s not about the house. It’s not even about you. I just don’t make much money spending time with you and I have work to do. Night shift, you know…” The gas station never sleeps… Too many people want to go to Dreamland in Hollywood.
Jackson props his head in his hand, watching Stiles getting dressed. “Can I ask you something? Why haven’t you asked me to pay you yet?”
“You don’t pay me. You pay Derek.”
“Okay, well, why hasn’t Derek asked me to pay him?”
“Because I haven’t asked him to?”
“Well, why is that? You like being with me, don’t you?”
“I do. That’s why I didn’t tell him anything.”
“I’m not sure I’m following,” Jackson frowns.
“God, do you need me to spell it out for you?” Stiles shakes his head. “Do you think I like to do what I do?-I’m a writer. I’m a scriptwriter. I wanna work in the movies, just like you do. So, doing this is not what I wanted to do when I came here. I have plans… but you have no idea how hard it is to survive in this town without contacts. I could write an essay about the multiple reasons why coming here feels like the worst decision I ever made… and why, when I feel like shit, I think I should go back home to be a police officer like my father.”
“You know, you might think that I’m just some stupid actor, but I had already figured out that this wasn’t your dream job.”
“I don’t think you’re stupid,” Stiles crosses his arms.
“Then, you have an interesting way to show it.”
Stiles takes two steps until he reaches the bed, sitting where he was before, looking at Jackson.
Title: Hollywood (Part 1)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson
Summary: Jackson and Stiles dream of making it big in Hollywood when their paths cross in 1950.
Content Notes: AU - human, AU - historical, fluff, attraction
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 520 words
Prompt: #380: Essay
Author's Notes: Posted here for the Full Moon Ficlet community. This will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You"
“That was something else,” Jackson says, gasping as he recovers from the intense fucking session.
“Yeah, it was,” Stiles says, still catching his breath, running his right hand along Jackson’s smooth naked back.
“I wish things could be as simple as they seem right now,” Jackson closes his eyes, enjoying the touch of those fingers on his skin. He hadn’t felt so relaxed since last week, the day he met Stiles and had sex with him for the first time.
“Are you okay?” Jackson asks a couple of minutes, looking at Stiles above as he’s resting his head on Stiles’s chest.
“Yeah, just thinking about what you said but I have to go,” Stiles says, gently moving Jackson aside, sitting up.
“You can stay the night if you want... The house is mine, nobody is going to interrupt us.”
“Is that why you brought me here this time instead of the hotel? Were you planning to ask me to stay?”
“No, I just… I didn’t like the hotel. I’m more comfortable here… and I wanted you to see where I live.”
“Were you trying to impress me?” Stiles raises his eyebrows, smiling.
“Not really.” Jackson shrugs. “You know I’m an actor and that the house belongs to my parents. They are loaded and I take advantage of it.”
Stiles snorts, getting up. “It’s not about the house. It’s not even about you. I just don’t make much money spending time with you and I have work to do. Night shift, you know…” The gas station never sleeps… Too many people want to go to Dreamland in Hollywood.
Jackson props his head in his hand, watching Stiles getting dressed. “Can I ask you something? Why haven’t you asked me to pay you yet?”
“You don’t pay me. You pay Derek.”
“Okay, well, why hasn’t Derek asked me to pay him?”
“Because I haven’t asked him to?”
“Well, why is that? You like being with me, don’t you?”
“I do. That’s why I didn’t tell him anything.”
“I’m not sure I’m following,” Jackson frowns.
“God, do you need me to spell it out for you?” Stiles shakes his head. “Do you think I like to do what I do?-I’m a writer. I’m a scriptwriter. I wanna work in the movies, just like you do. So, doing this is not what I wanted to do when I came here. I have plans… but you have no idea how hard it is to survive in this town without contacts. I could write an essay about the multiple reasons why coming here feels like the worst decision I ever made… and why, when I feel like shit, I think I should go back home to be a police officer like my father.”
“You know, you might think that I’m just some stupid actor, but I had already figured out that this wasn’t your dream job.”
“I don’t think you’re stupid,” Stiles crosses his arms.
“Then, you have an interesting way to show it.”
Stiles takes two steps until he reaches the bed, sitting where he was before, looking at Jackson.