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Jackson chuckled as Roka excitedly climbed the hill, flopped down, and then promptly rolled down the hill.

The Roka he had gotten to know the past couple of days they had spent time together at the Star Festival was so different from what he had expected when he was first approached the elusive young man. He tried to tell himself that this was just Roka out of school and relaxed and this behavior had nothing to do with Jackson. Ugh, but it was hard he shouted his name like that.

Jackson picked his way down the hill, intentionally letting himself slide down the grass in a few places until he had met up with Roka at the bottom and he laughed again as Roka splayed his arms and legs, making angel wing impression in the grass and bringing another spark of affection to Jackson's chest as he thought, not for the first time that day, that Roka belonged in paintings. It made Jackson's fingers itch.

When Jackson reached the bottom of the hill and was able to walk comfortably again, he leaned over the other man, unable to keep another small chuckle and a smile in, folding himself into an 'L' at the waist so that they were more or less looking at each other face to face, but upside down depending on whose perspective you were talking about. "Are you ok?" The darker man asked, unclear if he was talking about the roll down the hill or the sugar high the sliver haired man was clearly on. Jackson had, admittedly, thought to advise the other man to slow down on the snacks, but the more he ate, the more open and, really, cuter he got, so Jackson had kept his mouth shut and just enjoyed the other man's mood. It hadn't escaped his notice how decently self-conscious Roka seemed to be and, while Jackson found that rather cute as well, this slightly more carefree Roka was, well, sweet.

He reached down and gingerly took the opal star charm from Roka's fingers with a gentle smile. "They are everywhere aren't they. I wonder how they got spread all over the city, and how many colors there are. I've found about eight different colors now."

Jackson laughed once more when Roka apologized for his sugar high as he sat and then laid down beside Roka. "I don't mind. It's kind of cute. He said before he thought it through, then cleared his throat, blush spreading across the bridge of his nose. "I mean fun. It's nice to see you so relaxed. He said, throwing his own arm over his face to hide it further in the crook of his elbow. Sugar high or not, it was far too easy to talk to Roka. Jackson generally found his filter working less and less well the more time he spent with the man.

After a moment, when his face didn't feel so hot, he laid his arm down on the grass and turned his head to face the yawning man with another amused smile. "It's actually rather nice down here." He said, pushing his bangs up over his face as the motion of his head had caused them to fall and completely obscure his vision. The bangs obediently stayed splayed out over the top of his head, so Roka would get a decent view of his entire face and the cloudy blue eye that he usually kept hidden behind his bangs. It wasn't an intended effect, he'd just been trying to be able to see the other man, but there it was. Jackson mostly hid it because it seemed to unnerve people and for a moment, he wondered what Roka would say but tried to wave the thought away. If the other man found it unnerving as well, there wasn't really anything Jackson could do about it.

"Do you like ice cream floats in particular, or most sweets?" He asked, trying to focus on something else to talk to him about, rather than the vision of Roka with shooting stars flying around him.

Jackson chuckled at Roka's exclamation about there being more charm colors than the rainbow. Maybe there were even more. It was kind of hard to tell, since they did seem to fall from the sky and be anywhere.


" I like this one the most though." He said, dangling the charm that Roka had just given him, and quirking the corner of his mouth impishly. He really did like the color the most out of the ones he'd found, but this one had also come from Roka and would forever remind him of the giggling boy on the grass, surrounded by meteors.


When Jackson asked about his dessert preferences, Roka seemed to think deeply about it, which, of course, was cute also. Jackson tried not to roll his eyes at himself. He was falling way too hard, way too fast for this person. It was ridiculous. Maybe he'd already developed a crush long before talking to the man, and hanging out with him had maybe just made it worse, but these notions were far too much.


Jackson turned to look up at the falling sky again as Roka pondered, and he hoped that the night would hide the blush returning to his face.


Before he could think too much more on his feelings, Roka's face obscured the light show above him, and his soft, silver hair fell down to obscure the lights around them, caressing his forehead and cheeks as it came down around him. Jackson's heart was hammering so loud all of a sudden that he almost missed the smaller man's words.

~He's so close. Too close.~ Jackson thought in a small panic before the soft words really processed and Roka moved closer. He swallowed hard as Roka's flirtatious words hit him right in the chest, and his face flushed even more.


"R-Roka, are y-" ou sure? He started to say, but soft lips cut him off. Jackson tried to convince himself that Roka wasn't in his right mind, that he was on a sugar high and not thinking clearly, it wasn't any different than alcohol.....


But he could still taste the ice cream and soda on the other man's lips, and they were as soft as ice cream, too, and Jackson couldn't help but slip a hand into soft, silver hair and pull him deeper into the kiss as he closed his eyes.


Maybe Roka would regret this in a minute, but it was so nice for right now. Jackson could say sorry when it was over.

Jackson breathed in and hummed as Roka pulled away, opening his eyes slowly to meet the green ones above him. He lightly twirled a lock of Roka's hair around his index finger and let it slide through his fingers as he slowly dropped his hand. Frankly, he was a little bit dizzy and slightly overwhelmed. Roka was just... surprising him all over the place.


"Um..." He started lamely, smirking a little in amusement even as his cheeks remained red. "I was asking if you were sure about what you were about to do, you seem," He caught his breath again, as his heart was still beating a little too fast for his lungs to keep up and his brain was still trying to catch up to the game, so to speak. He chuckled. "well, more forward than expected, but that question seems to be a little moot. Are you ok?" He finished, restraining himself from caressing Roka's cheek. Even though Roka didn't seem to immediately regret it, Jackson was pretty sure he would any minute. Caught up in the festival and the sugar and the moment was understandable.

Jackson smirked, biting his lower lip slightly in amusement as Roka blushed furiously. Apparently his courage was used up for the moment at least, but Jackson felt slightly electric as Roka clearly wasn't exactly regretting his actions. He reached up, a little on instinct, a little just because he wanted to touch Roka's cute little bashful face, and ran a knuckle from the bridge of Roka's nose to the tip before putting it back on the grass once more.


"I wouldn’t exactly call that an attack. Do you kiss everyone you have a nice day with?" He teased.

For a moment, he was mesmerized by Roka’s reaction to Jackson touching his face. How could someone be this beautiful? Graceful and light. He blinked in slight surprise when the man’s eyes popped open and he spoke.


Jackson bit his lip again and swallowed hard as his heart leaped into his throat at Roka's confession. Had Roka had a crush before all this, too? Was that why he'd been so excited to see him and talk to him the other day? He tried to not hope that this could go somewhere, even as Roka continued to squirm cutely in embarrassment at his actions. His experience was that he was maybe crush material, whispers in the hallways about cool and attractive material, but never dating material. He just, maybe selfishly, wanted to enjoy this moment like a dream he would wake up from in the morning.


He chuckled at Roka's description of him. "What everyone else do you think you're talking about?" He asked, unable to keep the teasing tone out of his voice as he reached up and pulled Roka's hands from his face with one hand and used the other to cup his cheek and turn it back to look at him.


It was admittedly amusing to hear Roka's version of him. What he generally heard from "everyone" is that he was too quiet, creepy, dark. He was polite and hard working enough to be generally likeable enough for group projects, even being outright asked to join a group because they knew they would get a good grade with him on their team, but those people had no interest in friendships and his students similarly came to him for his skill, knowledge, and his kind and patient style of teaching, not his personality.


"If I had someone else, I wouldn't be here." He assured, gently rubbing his thumb on the soft cheek. Everything about Roka was so soft. His hair, his face, his voice. "Am I sweeter after all?" He couldn't help but ask, tease again.

~Cuuute.~ Jackson thought as Roka's expression turned slightly sour at Jackson's teasing. He almost kept going. If Roka thought he had fans, then Roka must have people falling at his feet, or just crowds admiring him from affair like Jackson had been. But he didn't want to make the man under his hand actually upset.

Jackson chuckled at Roka's adorable, shy, impish expression. He could already tell that this man was going to be the end of him, if this lasted only for tonight or for 50 years.

"You are a trap." He said, bringing his other hand up to thread back into Roka's soft hair and bring him closer. "An adorable little trap." He whispered against the other man's lips before he connected them again, humming in satisfaction.