Make Me Smile
Jackson never truly appreciated showers until he was unable to take one. There was nothing worse than only being able to clean yourself with a washcloth, and that’s all he could do for the two months that he had the cast on.
The only good part was when Zhenya would wash his hair. He would get their bathroom set up like a little hair salon, with a chair in front of the sink and the expensive shampoo and conditioner that he always smelled like. It was lavender and mint and whenever Jackson smelled it, he felt safe and warm. Zhenya was so gentle the entire time, running his fingers through the entire length of Jackson’s hair and scrubbing at his scalp. It was a struggle every time to not just fall asleep. Once he actually did. One moment, he was enjoying the smell of Zhenya surrounding him and the next he was being carried bridal-style into their bedroom.
Now that he was in the boot, he was able to actually take a shower. A real one with standing up and everything. His doctor had told him today that he was healing nicely and it was okay to start putting more pressure on his foot again.
When they got back to their house from the doctor’s appointment, Jackson had his shirt over his head and was making his way to the bathroom, “I’m going to jump in the shower!” He yelled, unable to hide the childlike glee as he sat on the toilet seat so he could take off his boot.
Zhenya laughed, following at much more leisurely pace as he kicked his shoes off, “Be careful. No jump yet.” He said, flopping onto their bed to wait and scroll his phone as he waited.
The boot was set aside and Jackson pushed his pants off of his legs before he paused, glancing up at the shower. Now that he was sitting here, naked and about to get into the shower, he was slightly nervous. What if he slipped? And then messed up his leg all over again?
As if hearing the internal battle inside Jackson’s head, Zhenya walked over to the bathroom door, knocking gently, “котенок, you okay?”
“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. I just..” Jackson paused, unsure of what he was even about to say.
Zhenya leaned on the door, waiting patiently before he replied, “I help?”
Letting out a shaky sigh, Jackson felt himself nodding before he realized that Zhenya did not have superpowers so he could not see the nod through the door, “Please.”
The door opened carefully as Zhenya made his way in, pressing a kiss to the top of Jackson’s head before he closed the door behind him. They both knew if it was left open, Milo would’ve made his way in because he was a strange little cat with a fascination with water. The kitten had joined many showers with Zhenya when he had accidentally left the door open. Milo would just sit in the corner, enjoying the gentle spray.
But now was not the time for a kitten to join the shower.
“How about I stand in there with you? Help wash your hair?” Zhenya asked, turning on the water to the hot temperature he knew Jackson preferred.
Jackson nodded, “If you wouldn’t mind.” He said softly.
Looking back at him, Zhenya shook his head fondly, “Yes, totally mind taking shower with my beautiful boyfriend. So horrible.”
In a brilliant show of maturity, Jackson answered by sticking his tongue out. Zhenya rolled his eyes as he laughed, tugging his own clothes off and throwing them into a pile.
“C’mon, up you go.” Zhenya said, helping Jackson into a standing position. It felt weird for him to stand on both of his feet. A bit stiff but not a lot of pain. He carefully stepped into the shower, Zhenya following behind him to steady him if needed.
Jackson sighed happily as he moved into the shower stream, enjoying the warmth of it running down his back, “Stop staring at my butt.”
A soft chuckle came from behind him as Zhenya pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, “Not staring at butt… this time. Looking at your tattoos. So pretty.” He murmured, his fingers running the ink covered skin.
Leaning his head down, Jackson was glad the warmth of the water hid how much his cheeks flushed at the compliment, “Shush you.” But of course he could never hide his red cheeks from Zhenya.
“So cute when you blush.” Zhenya said with a laugh, kissing his cheek before looking through their shower products. “You want my shampoo or yours?”
Jackson glanced back at him, “Yours, please.”
Grabbing the bottle, Zhenya poured some into his hand before he began working it into the other man’s hair, “Getting so long.” He mumbled, his fingers rubbing at Jackson’s scalp.
“Yeah, was thinking about going to get it trimmed soon.” Jackson said, closing his eyes as Zhenya rinsed the shampoo from his hair. It really was getting long. He normally didn’t let it get past his shoulders, but it had already fallen past that line.
Zhenya ran his fingers through his hair, checking that all the soap was gone, “You should try the shaved look, but like just the one side? Or the underneath part? You know?” His fingers traced over the spots he spoke about, carefully tracing over Jackson’s scalp.
“An undercut? Maybe. I’ve never thought about it, but it would be cool to try out.” Jackson murmured, leaning into his boyfriend’s touch as the taller man massaged the minty smelling conditioner throughout his hair. He couldn’t hold back the quiet groan at his boyfriend’s touch, his head falling back.
The shower was quiet after that, the gentle sound of the water hitting the tile the only sound that echoed through the room. Jackson had never felt so relaxed in his entire life. As Zhenya rinsed the last of the conditioner from his hair, Jackson leaned back, his back pressed into the taller man’s chest.
“No sleep in shower, dorogoy. Let’s dry off.” Zhenya murmured, leaning around Jackson to turn off the water. He let out a whine as the warmth went away, leaning more into Zhenya’s chest. “Let me grab towel, Nado.”
When buying for their place, they made sure to get the biggest towels available. The dark gray material was practically a cloak around Jackson as he dried his skin, shaking out his hair like a dog, “I don’t want to put clothes on.”
Zhenya chuckled, using his own towel to dry his hair, “Get your boot back on before we go.”
Letting out a huff, Jackson held onto his boyfriend’s shoulder for balance as he pulled the boot back on. After pulling the straps tight, he glanced up at Zhenya, “Better?”
“Much. Now we go.” Zhenya said, swatting at Jackson’s butt with his towel.
With an indignant glance back, Jackson made his way back to their room, tossing his towel into the hamper before he flopped back on their bed. It had originally been Zhenya’s, but honestly Jackson hadn’t slept in his own bed in close to a year. It was crazy to think they had been together that long. He hadn’t had many serious relationships, mostly flings that only lasted a month or so. That was probably due to the fact he was harboring a secret crush on his best friend for years, but whatever. Now he was off the market, and he planned to stay that way. The love he had for Zhenya was huge and constantly growing with every soft smile and caring touch from his boyfriend.
Zhenya kneeled on the bed, crawling to lay next to him as he looked over Jackson’s face curiously, “Got your think face on. What’s up?” He asked, resting his head on the other man’s chest.
Smiling softly, Jackson ran his fingers through Zhenya’s hair, careful not to pull or tug, “Just thinking about how lucky I am. To have you.” He murmured, shrugging but just barely as he didn’t want to jostle Zhenya.
The Russian man’s face, his smile alone, could’ve lit up the entire city of New York as he leaned close to Jackson, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “I love you.” Zhenya murmured, his eyes closed as he rested his forehead on the other man’s.
“I love you too. Always, babe.” Jackson smiled before leaning for a kiss of his own. He couldn’t himself as he leaned into it, enjoying the warmth of Zhenya’s skin pressed to his. He had missed this. Not the closeness because that hadn’t gone away, but with his injuries it had been very hard to go farther than kissing. Between his ribs and his leg, he had to move so carefully. Now, being 95% healed, they finally could.
Soft lips pressed against his as Zhenya moved to hover him, licking into his mouth as their bodies pressed together. Jackson’s hips arched off the bed when teeth found his lower lip, nipping gently as he let out a low moan.
“Please, Zhenya.” Jackson whispered.
Zhenya leaned back, brushing a stray hair from Jackson’s face, “What you want? Words, dorogoy.”
Letting out a soft whine, Jackson leaned into his hand, “You.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to his palm. His hands were huge, and Jackson had always loved that.
“You have me. Now what?” Zhenya teased, trailing his fingers down Jackson’s side before they reached his hip. No one would guess it from his soft nature, but Zhenya was a goddamn tease. And he knew it. Barely there touches, moving out of reach. Constantly leaving Jackson feeling as though he might explode.
Jackson huffed before he arched up, his cock brushing against Zhenya’s thighs, “Now fuck me.” He dared, raising an eyebrow. It was hard enough for him to keep a straight face, he was already so turned on. Who could blame him with a beautiful naked man hovering over him?
A low groan fell from Zhenya’s lips, the normally chocolate of his eyes completely hidden by his blown pupils, “I can do that.” He was quickly diving over to the bedside table, practically flying over Jackson’s body to get there which he probably would’ve laughed at if he wasn’t currently hard enough to hammer a nail to a fucking wall.
Jackson quickly yanked one of the pillows from near his head, shoving it under his hips as Zhenya poured some lube onto his fingers, “You ready?”
“Yes, yes I am, just- fuck that’s cold!” Jackson gasped out, looking down to give Zhenya a look. He was met with a very dramatic eye roll, as Zhenya slid a long finger inside of him.
His free hand rubbed over Jackson’s thigh, “Sorry, next time I throw in microwave first.” Zhenya said with a smirk.
Jackson wanted to say something sarcastic back but the only sound that came out was a low moan as Zhenya crooked his finger just so inside of him. He did it on purpose, the little shit. The stretch of the next couple fingers had him gripping the sheets, a shaky breath falling from his lips as he tried to stay relaxed.
“You do so good, котенок. You look so good. Love to see you like this, just for me.” Zhenya murmured, pressing a kiss to Jackson’s inner thigh but the shorter man could barely hear him. Every touch felt like an explosion, scattering across his skin and blazing a path of fire all over his body.
Reaching down, Jackson grabbed at Zhenya’s wrist, “Please, babe. Please.” He mumbled, his eyes glazed over as he pushed down on the other man’s hand. Zhenya cursed under his breath, pulling out his fingers carefully before he moved to his knees in between Jackson’s spread legs. It was sort of unfair how gorgeous his boyfriend was, especially right now when he was naked and sprawled underneath him.
A pretty flush spread down Jackson’s neck to his chest as Zhenya filled him, his mouth falling open in a silent moan before he bottomed out. The room was still, filled with the sound of their heavy breathing as Zhenya let Jackson get accustomed to the stretch.
Zhenya rested his forehead on Jackson’s, his gaze running over the other man’s face, “Already feel so good, котенок. мой котенок. Gonna fuck you so good.” He murmured, moving to press kisses and lovebites down Jackson’s neck.
Arching his back off the bed, Jackson wrapped his legs around the taller man’s waist to pull him closer, “Fuck, Zhenya.” He moaned out, his feet pressing into the back of the taller man’s thighs.
A smirk spread on Zhenya’s face, his fingers gripping at Jackson’s hips, “No, fuck Jackson.” He said, punctuating his words with a snap of his hips. Jackson couldn’t help the choked shout, his eyes practically rolling back in his head.
“So good, Zhenya, s-so fucking good.” Jackson moaned out, his nails running down Zhenya’s back in sharp lines as he pushed to meet each sharp thrust. The Russian let out a gasp at the sting, his hand coming to wrap around Jackson’s cock that bobbed between them.
Zhenya’s hand moved quickly over his cock, leaning forward as he murmured soft Russian words into his boyfriend’s skin. Jackson didn’t know whether he wanted to push back onto his cock or arch into his hand, but everything was slowly closing in on him.
Pulling Zhenya in, Jackson tried to kiss him in between panting, “I’m so close, so close.”
“Come for me, мой котенок.”
It was like Zhenya’s voice was directly connected with Jackson’s cock. He was coming milliseconds later, his vision going white as he clenched around Zhenya, setting the other man off as well.
Jackson was unsure of how much time passed when he opened his eyes again, but the first sensation he felt was Zhenya carefully pulling out. He let out a soft whine at the empty feeling, his body clenching around nothing.
A small pout formed on his face as he watched Zhenya get up, the taller man glancing back at him with a chuckle, “What? You want to sleep in mess?” He said before going into the bathroom to grab a washcloth.
When he came back, Zhenya carefully cleaned them both up before tossing the washcloth into the hamper and crawling back next to Jackson, “You ‘kay?” He asked, pressing a gently kiss to the other man’s shoulder.
Jackson hummed happily, his head rolling to look at Zhenya, “So good, babe.”
Smiling, Zhenya nuzzled into his chest, “Good.” He didn’t know how Zhenya could smile so innocently like that, as if he hadn’t just fucked Jackson within an inch of his life.
Just as Jackson was about to doze off, there was a scratching noise at their bedroom door, followed by an indignant meow. He couldn’t help but laugh, his head falling back on the pillow as Zhenya let out a fond sigh.
“Can you toss me some boxers when you’re up?” Jackson said, glancing at his boyfriend.
Zhenya raised an eyebrow, “Me?”
Laughing, Jackson leaned up and pressed a kiss to his nose, “Yes, you. You and I both know that you’re going to let them in. And so do they.” As if to prove his point, another meow was heard from outside the door.
The two of them stared at each other before Zhenya finally broke the gaze, letting out a sigh as he got up. Jackson let out a loud laugh before a pair of boxers smacked him in the face.
Zhenya tugged his own on before he opened the door, only to be met with the three judgmental stares of his cats, “Do not give me look. My house, I can close door.” The three of them wandered past him, Loki and Pumpkin already jumping on the bed.
Picking up Milo as he walked, Zhenya made his way back to his side of the bed, “Always try to take my spot, Loki. Go lay on your papa.” He said, pushing the large cat out of the way before laying in his spot.
Jackson couldn’t help the fond look that passed over his face as he watched Zhenya. The other man raised an eyebrow as he caught him staring, “What?”
“I just love you a lot.” Jackson murmured, resting his head on his pillow as he pulled Loki to his chest.
Zhenya smiled, and it was like the sun coming out after a month of rain. It was beautiful. “I love you too, dorogoy. Always.”