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When Stiles enters the bedroom he finds Jackson in bed wearing glasses reading his iPad with the light from the lamp on his nightstand.
Stiles shakes his head, sitting cross-legged on his side of the bed.
“Why did you leave?”
Jackson looks at him for a moment, shakes his head, and sighs as he looks back at the screen.
“I said: why did you leave?” Stiles insists.
“You know why. Why are you asking me?” Jackson asks, his eyes still focused on whatever he’s reading.
“Maybe I just wanna hear you say it?” Stiles shrugs.
“Or maybe you just wanna start the silliest argument we’ve ever had,” Jackson says, keeping his eyes on the screen.
“I don’t wanna start anything… but you know I like to watch it with you.”
“You don’t need me to watch TV,” Jackson shakes his head. “Besides, you can just tell Ilya to come over.”
“Sure. You know perfectly well that he’s in L.A. right now.”
“You can always FaceTime with him or watch it when he comes back,” Jackson says, finally looking at Stiles.
“I’m not gonna FaceTime with him! You’re right fucking here. And, if I wait, you know there will be spoilers everywhere,” Stiles says louder than he intended.
“Stiles, I’m not gonna argue about this shit. It’s stupid.”
“This is not an argument,” Stiles says, crossing his arms.
“Right,” Jackson nods, rolling his eyes, “it isn’t.”
“It’s just a series,” Stiles opens his arms wide. “I don’t understand it.”
Jackson shakes his head. “I know it’s a fucking series and if you like it, I’m not telling you not to watch it.”
Stiles sighs. “God, you’re such an asshole.”
“Are you sure this is still not an argument?” Jackson raises his eyebrows.
“So, do you want me to tell him that you didn’t watch it?” Stiles asks, raising his eyebrows.
“No,” Jackson shakes his head, still avoiding Stiles’ gaze. “I can tell him myself, thank you very much.”
Stiles reaches out and takes the distracting iPad away from Jackson’s hands, leaving it next to them on the bed.
“There was just one romantic scene. Are you really not gonna watch it for just one scene?” Stiles frowns.
“It wasn’t a romantic scene.” Jackson shakes his head. “It was a sex scene. And with this show, you never know how many you’re gonna get.”
“I thought it was romantic,” Stiles insists.
Jackson huffs a laugh. “Maybe the start was romantic… but I don’t need to see my son naked, fucking some guy, okay? Believe it or not, it’s not a priority in my life right now.”
“Oh my god, you’re such a prude!” Stiles says, waving his arms.
Jackson shakes his head and smiles, rolling his eyes. “You know I’m not... But hey, call me what you want—”
“Firstly,” Stiles interrupts him, “it’s not that explicit—”
Jackson huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “It’s pretty damn explicit for television.”
“And secondly, Brian is not some guy—Now he’s Vernon’s boyfriend.”
“Oh yeah, that makes a big difference,” Jackson shakes his head.
“Shouldn’t you be happy that they’re showing diversity and a healthy gay relationship? Don’t we get enough straight couples as it is?”
“You already know that I don’t have anything against the relationship or against the show,” Jackson says, defensively.
“No, you just have it against your son playing the part.” Stiles waves his arms.
“Oh my god,” Jackson closes his eyes and sighs. “I don’t have anything against him playing whatever part he wants. I'm proud that he got this role but these scenes—I’m uncomfortable, okay? And if you don’t understand it—then that’s your problem… not mine.”
Stiles shakes his head, biting his lips. “When I watch it, I don’t see Kyle and Levi—I see Vernon and Brian.”
“And I’m happy for you.”
“You know, it is called acting,” Stiles insists.
“Really?” Jackson raises his eyebrows. “I didn’t know that,” sarcasm all over Jackson’s voice.
“And the ‘sex scene’, as you call it, is part of the story because they’re attracted to each other—If nothing happened between them, this would be the fucking CW, okay? Maybe that’s what you want... Would you rather see him playing a teenager in The CW?”
“Well,” Jackson bites his lip, faking that he’s giving it some thought. “At least I could watch it,” Jackson smiles.
Stiles shakes his head. “You’re lucky I won’t tell him you said that.”
“You can tell him,” Jackson shrugs. “He doesn’t care what I think.”
“Of course, he does,” Stiles nods.
“Whatever you say,” Jackson shrugs.
“Jackson… I think…” Stiles hesitates. “I think…”
“What?” Jackson raises his eyebrows.
“Nevermind,” Stiles shakes his head.
“You’re gonna tell me sooner or later, so just say it,” Jackson says, waving his arms.
“Okay, I just… I think there’s something between them.”
“What?” Jackson frowns.
“Kyle and Levi… I think… You know, I think—”
“You too?” Jackson snorts. “You should leave Twitter alone.”
“You know, you left, okay? You didn’t see it… and the way they look at each other… the way—”
“I saw them kissing in the last three episodes,” Jackson interrupts him, “and you know what? It’s called acting,” Jackson’s voice is full of sarcasm as he throws Stiles’s words back at him.
“You’re very funny,” Stiles shakes his head. “I’m telling you, the kissing in this episode was different and it’s not only that… it’s… it’s everything… you know, there’s this vibe—”
“A vibe? Seriously?” Jackson raises his eyebrows, obviously amused.
“I’m being serious here,” Stiles says, a little offended.
“I know—that’s what makes it hilarious,” Jackson says as he nods. “They're good actors. Just because Levi is hot and they have good chemistry, it doesn’t mean that they're not being professional. Besides, you know you’re contradicting yourself, right? Either you see the actors or you see their characters.”
“You think Levi is hot?” Stiles frowns.
“And that’s all you’ve heard,” Jackson smiles.
“No, I heard you… and I never said they’re not professional, okay? Now answer me,” Stiles insists.
Jackson sighs, “of course, I think he’s hot.” Jackson nods. “I’m not blind. I’m sure the whole planet thinks he’s hot.”
“Then, I’m sure Kyle also thinks so,” Stiles says, thinking out loud.
Jackson snorts, “I’m sure he does… but it doesn’t mean that what you’re thinking is true.”
“You know,” Jackson continues when Stiles remains silent. “I just had the craziest idea.”
“What idea?” Stiles raises his eyebrows.
“There’s this wonderful invention called ‘the phone’... why don’t you grab yours and ask him,” Jackson waves his arm trying not to smile.
“You think you’re funny, right?” Stiles shakes his head with disbelief.
“No, no, you’re the funny one in this marriage—Just trying to be helpful here.”
Stiles snorts. “Then, stop trying. You know perfectly well that I’d never ask him about that.”
“Do I?” Jackson smirks.
“Yes, you do,” Stiles nods, frowning.
“Okay,” Jackson yawns. “I’m tired and this is certainly going nowhere. Is prophet Stilinski coming to bed or is he gonna call Ilya to ask him what he thinks?”
“You can also call me what you want… but if I’m right, you’ll have to apologize for making fun of me,” Stiles is trying his best to sound offended but the smile is totally betraying him and if that wasn’t enough, Jackson doesn’t feel the slightest annoyance radiating from him, so he knows they are okay. Maybe this didn’t actually become an argument after all.
“Fine, yeah, if you are right, your husband will beg for your forgiveness the best way he can… I promise,” Jackson says, getting up, grabbing the iPad, and leaving it inside his briefcase before heading to the bathroom.
Stiles licks his lips and shakes his head as he gets up and heads downstairs to turn off the lights before going to bed. He’s not sure if he’s right or not. Maybe it’s just his imagination… maybe it’s also wishful thinking, but he will find out somehow.