Paxton x jackson fanfic

Jackson and Paxton arrived at the beach just as the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and orange. The soft waves lapped gently at the shore, a soothing rhythm that seemed to match the gentle beats of their hearts.

They walked hand in hand along the water's edge, the sand cool beneath their feet. Jackson, with his unruly dark hair and easy smile, glanced at Paxton, who was quiet beside him, his blonde hair catching the last light of day. Paxton’s eyes sparkled, the reflection of the ocean shimmering in them, but there was a certain calmness about him that Jackson had always admired. He had a way of grounding him when everything else seemed too fast, too loud, too overwhelming.

"Perfect night, huh?" Jackson said, his voice soft, a little playful.

Paxton smiled, his lips curling at the corners. "It is. It's beautiful." His gaze shifted out to the sea. "Feels like we're the only ones here."

"Maybe we are," Jackson said, squeezing Paxton’s hand a little tighter.

They reached a spot where the waves were gentler, the beach wide and empty. Jackson laid out a blanket they’d brought with them, spreading it carefully across the sand. He then sat down, patting the space next to him. Paxton lowered himself beside him, their shoulders brushing slightly.

For a moment, they just sat in silence, listening to the distant call of seagulls and the rhythmic crashing of the waves. The warmth of the blanket under them, the coolness of the ocean breeze, and the fading sunlight made everything feel still and perfect.

"Do you ever think about how strange it is?" Paxton asked, his voice suddenly quiet, a little more reflective.

"Strange?" Jackson glanced at him, curious.

Paxton turned his head to meet Jackson’s gaze, his blue eyes searching. "How we found each other. How everything just... aligned in a way that I never expected."

Jackson smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I know what you mean." He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head slightly. "It’s like the universe just handed us this moment, like a gift."

Paxton looked down at their intertwined hands, the gentle wind pulling at the edges of his shirt. "I never thought I’d feel so... right with someone," he said, his voice filled with something tender.

Jackson’s heart skipped a beat. He leaned a little closer, his breath warm on Paxton’s ear as he whispered, “Me neither.” He reached up, brushing a stray lock of Paxton’s hair from his forehead, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Slowly, as if drawn by some unspoken force, their faces inched closer until their lips met in a soft kiss, slow and sweet, like the ebb and flow of the tide. The world around them faded—there was only the sound of the ocean and the warmth of each other’s presence.

When they pulled away, Jackson rested his forehead against Paxton’s, their noses touching lightly. "I'm really glad we’re here," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Me too," Paxton replied, his eyes half-closed, a contented smile on his lips. "There’s nowhere else I’d rather be."

As the sky darkened and the stars began to appear, they stayed on the beach, wrapped in each other’s arms, watching the world transform around them. The night was theirs, the soft whispers of the ocean and the quiet of the beach surrounding them as they shared this quiet, perfect moment.