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Jackson hummed softly to himself as he shoved his books into his locker. He was feeling good. He wasn't a monster, wasn't out killing people. He was strong in every way, his wolf and him were finally one. He finally had what he'd wanted. Well, almost. He still didn't know who his mother was, and having Peter Hale for a father kind of creeped him out. But whatever. It didn't matter now. Life was better.

Stiles had been avoiding Jackson all day. After being threatened with a restraining order and his dad being out of work. He was freaking out. Had he thought that all of this would have happened, he never would have bothered Jackson. Or at least, not the the extent that he had. Though once school was out, Stiles caught up with Jackson.

Jackson was headed to his porche when Stiles caught up to him. "Stilinski." he grunts, turning to him. "Do you not known what the words restraining order mean?"

"My dad's the sheriff, remember?" Stiles replied with a sigh. "Look, I'm sorry. Scott's sorry. Just... What do I have to do to make it up to you? My dad needs his job back, and this restraining order is a little ridiculous, really, I mean, they can't seriously expect us to stay away from each other in school, right? I'm pretty sure our lockers aren't even fifty feet apart, so..."

Jackson lifts an eyebrow. "Not my problem."

"Oh, come on!" Stiles said. "He really needs his job back. I'll do whatever you want." It was a little pathetic, really, and leaving himself at Jackson's mercy probably wasn't the best idea. He hardly liked the guy. Not really. Maybe only a little.

Jackson sighs and turns away before smirking and looking at him again. "Alright Stilinksi. I'll drop the order and get your father his pathetic job back."

Stiles sighed in relief. "Thank you. I really am sorry about... all of that, man. You gotta understand, now that you know everything. Right?"

Jackson makes a soft sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. Don't think I'm doing this free. Ill get him his job back. But you belong to me now."

Stiles' relief was gone in an instant. "Wait, what?" he asked. "What does that even mean?"

"It means that I own you until the start of the next school year. You do everything I tell you too."

Stiles' jaw dropped. "What? Oh come on. There's gotta be something else I can do."

Jackson smirks. "Agree or I'm not dropping the order."

Stiles groaned. "Fine," he mumbled. He was pretty sure Jackson was going to make his life hell for the next year, but he figured having his dad's job back was worth it.

Jackson smirks. "Good." Is all he says before getting into his car. "Be at my house tonight at 8." he says before pealing out of the parking lot.

Stiles just stared in shock for a long moment before heading home to tell his dad the news. He got a snack and sat down to do his homework, finishing everything he had to do at home before leaving to go to Jackson's that night.

Jackson opens the door when Stiles gets there, smirking deeply. "Stilinski." He greets.

Stiles had his hands in his pocket, fidgeting while he waited for Jackson to open the door. He didn't know what Jackson expected him to do. He was a little nervous. He didn't entirely trust him. "Hey."

Jackson nods for him to follow, heading back into the large house.
Stiles followed him, closing the door behind himself. "What did you want me here for, anyway?"

"To tell you the rules." Jackson smirks, leading him to his room.

Stiles rolled his eyes. He wasn't expecting there to be rules. He followed him anyway, standing in his room when they got there, looking around. He'd never actually been in Jackson's house before. It was weird.

Jackson closed the door behind them, watching the other boy. "You've got the best grades of our class, next to Lydia, right?"

"Yeah. What, you want me to do your homework for you?" He asked. That was a bit of a relief. He could do that.

Jackson lifts an eyebrow. "No. I want you to help me do my homework." He grunts.

"...Oh. Okay. Well, uh... What do you need help with?" He asked, definitely relieved. Helping him with homework was much better than what he had expected to be told to do.

Jackson grabs his bag and moves over to flop on his bed, raising an eyebrow at the brat before him to sit as well. "Math. Science." He says, taking out the two books and homework assignments.

Stiles moved to sit beside him, taking the books and opening them to the right pages they'd need for the homework. "Are you behind, at all? Do you have any homework you missed from... You know?"

Jackson shakes his head. "I kept up." He murmurs, flipping to the pages he needs. "Not very well, obviously."

Stiles shrugged. "You'll be fine," he said. He was helping him now. Which really, he probably should have by now anyway.

Jackson talks about how he doesn't understand the teacher's methods for the last several assignments and was completely lost now, and in science he just didn't understand anything.

Stiles nodded and shifted closer so he could read over the assignments in Jackson's lap. He explained everything the best he could, not really sure if he was being helpful at all or not.

Jackson, despite being...well...Jackson, listens and copies down what Stiles tells him, scribbling in surprisingly neat handwriting. He pauses Stiles' explanations to ask questions and takes a few moments to work problems out. Soon the homework was completed and he blinked in surprise. "That was....easy." He murmurs.

Stiles smiled and sat back. "I'm just glad I made any sense and you could understand what I was trying to say."

Jackson huffs, shoving his stuff into his bag. "Stilinski, I've been listening to you babble since we were toddlers in preschool. You make more since to me than the damn teachers do."

"You actually pay attention to my babbling?" He asked, a little surprised. He was pretty sure Jackson just ignored him.

Jackson grunts and shrugs. "Hard to miss." He grumbles, scoffing.

Stiles shrugged. "You could have just ignored me, like everyone else."

Jackson looks over at him, studying him for a moment. "Is that why you do it? You babble because you think no one is listening?"

"No? Not really?" He replied, not really sure himself. "It's, uh. More of a nervous thing, I think? Or ADHD, could be that too. I have that, you know. Though you've probably already noticed..."

Jackson tilts his head, just watching silently and waiting for the babble to die down. "Why are you nervous?"

Stiles shrugged his shoulders. "Right now? Probably because the closest I've ever been to your house before was just driving by it, and... I don't know."

Jackson hums. "What did you think I had planned for you when I said you belonged to me now? What did you think I was going to make you do?"

"Honestly? I don't really know, but I doubted it would be fun," he said. That was definitely one thing that had made him nervous.

Jackson shrugs. "There's a lot of things I could make you do. Still might." He smirks. "But I'm not a complete dick, ya know?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Since when?"

Jackson glares at him. "You don't remember, do you?"

"Uh, no?" Stiles said, shrugging. He was pretty sure Jackson always hated him.

Jackson rolls his eyes and grumbles. "Of course you don't. It was before your mom died."

Stiles frowned. "No, I'm pretty sure you still hated me then too."

Jackson shakes his head. "I've never hated you." He grunts. "Before McCall moved here, I was your best friend. Do you remember that at all?"

Stiles shook his head. "Scott was always my best friend."

Jackson shakes his head. "Scott moved here just after your mom died, Stilinski." Jackson says. "Do you truly not remember?"

Stiles frowned, shaking his head. He didn't remember it the same way at all. He thought it had been Scott he had grown up with.

Jackson sighs and lays back against the bed, laying one hand behind his bed, the other on his stomach. "Whatever. You don't have to believe me."

Stiles sighed. "It's not that I don't believe you, just... I don't remember." He'd have to ask Scott.

Jackson stares up at the ceiling. "Does Scott even know your real name?"

"Yeah, of course he does. Or, uh... Maybe. I don't really know, now. If my memories of him are actually of you, then maybe it's you that knows my name and not him," he said with a shrug, not really sure anymore.

"I know your name." He says, sitting up. "I haven't said it since we were in first grade, so I'd probably butcher it by now. But I do know it."

Stiles nodded, chewing at his lip. He would definitely have to talk to Scott. He knew losing his mom and screwed him up, but he didn't think it was that bad.

Jackson sighs and stands. "You eat dinner yet?" He asks, stretching. His guy-tank-top rides up, showing his lower back as he does so.

Stiles caught himself staring and quickly shook his head, before realizing Jackson couldn't see it. "Uh. No. I came over right after I finished my own homework."

"Let's go eat then." He says, opening the door and heading downstairs to the kitchen. "My parents aren't home, so we have the entire house to ourselves. What do you want to eat?"

Stiles got up and followed after him. "Don't know. Surprise me?" he asked, looking around the house as they walked.

Jackson shrugs and dials a number into his phone, soon ordering three large meaty pizza's.

He paid more attention to the house, trying to remember something. He thought that maybe if they were friends as kids and he spent time at Jackson's, seeing everything might help him remember.

After hanging up the phone, Jackson turns to him. "Do you want to see something that might help you remember?"

Stiles looked over at him, a little surprised at first before nodding. He hadn't been paying much attention at first. "I'm not sure it'll help too much but we can try."

Jackson nods for him to follow and takes him over to the living room. On the fireplace shelf is a verity of photos. Jackson looks through them before taking one down and passing it too Stiles. It's when they were kids, Jackson's parents and Stiles' parents standing there, the two boys standing in front of them holding hands and grinning proudly.

Stiles took the picture frame, looking over. He didn't doubt Jackson now, the picture was proof, but he still didn't know why he didn't remember. "So we really were friends? What happened?"

Jackson nods. "We really were. I remember mom saying we were going to drop off some food to you and your dad, just after the funeral. When we got there, you were watching tv. I went over to you, but when you looked at me, you didn't recognize me. It was like your memory was wiped clean and I wasn't in it. I tried a few more times after that but...Then McCall moved in..."

Stiles sighed and nodded. "I don't remember. I knew I was upset about it and not in good shape, but I didn't think I'd completely forget like that..."

Jackson shrugs. "Trauma does strange things."

Stiles sighed, looking down at the picture.

Jackson takes it from his hands, propping the back open to slip the picture out and hand it too him. "Keep it."

Stiles took it, surprised. "Really? Are you sure?"

Jackson nods, watching him. "There's another copy somewhere around here."

Stiles nodded, looking down at it again. "Okay. If you say so."

Jackson hums, heading toward the door when it rings and getting the pizza before taking it to the kitchen.

Stiles put the picture down with his phone and wallet, somewhere safe where it wouldn't get bent up, and followed Jackson to the kitchen.

Jackson opens a box and takes a slice, biting into it with a hum. "Dude, this pizza is the best. Pretty sure."

Stiles took a slice and ate, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, it's great," he agreed, nodding.

Jackson eats silently for a while before shoving the now empty boxes into the trash. "Wanna....Play video games or something?"

Stiles ate his pizza in silence, not really sure what there was to talk about. It felt a little awkward. He wasn't used to spending time with Jackson, or talking to him for that matter. "Sure. If you want to."

Jackson nods and goes back to the living room, turning on the large wall to wall flat screen. "Pick a game." He says, waving toward the shelf of PS4 games.

Stiles followed him, moving over to the shelf to pick out a two player shooter game before coming back to put it into the system.

Jackson picks up two wireless controllers and hands him one, moving to flop onto the couch, as the game starts.

Stiles took the controller and sat on the couch, getting comfortable while they play.

"Bet ya I win thin next round." Jackson says without looking away from the screen.

Stiles laughed a little. "What do I get if I win?" he asked, mostly curious. He doubted he'd win. He was never actually good at video games, as much as he loved playing them.

"What do you want?" Jackson asks.

Stiles shrugged. "I don't know. Asking for my freedom is probably too much," he said. Though, there was no point in getting his hopes up since he was pretty sure he wouldn't win anyway.

"It is. You're not getting your freedom." Jackson smirks.

"Not surprised. Doubt I'm gonna win anyway," he said with a shrug.

"If you win, I'll let you drive the porche for one day." Jackson says.

"Whoa, really?" Stiles asked, surprised. Now he had a reason to try.

Jackson smirks. "Really. But if I win." He pauses for thought. "You spend the night here."

"Okay. And do what?"

Jackson shrugs. "Haven't decided yet." He smirks, starting another round on the game.

He figured Jackson would probably have him do something ridiculous if he stayed the night, but he didn't let it bother him right now anyway. "Okay," he said, getting re-situated on the couch, as if it would help him play better.

Jackson chuckles and hits start. Ultimately, he wins the bet.

Stiles really did try. He really did want to win. The nicest car he'd ever driven was the one he had to drive for driving school, which really wasn't that great anyway.

Jackson hums in victory. "Looks like you're staying the night, Stilinski." He smirks.

Stiles groaned, flopping back against the couch. "Fine," he said with a sigh. "Wanted to drive that car."

Jackson's smirk deepens. "Maybe you still can."

"Yeah?" he asked, grinning. "I'd like that."

Jackson huffs a laugh, getting up to turn their games off. "Should probably warn your dad you're not going home."

"I guess," he said with a sigh, getting up to grab his phone and send his dad a text. He doubted his dad would believe him, since he hadn't spent time with Jackson in years, apparently.

_Jackson? Whittmore? Stiles, you have a restraining order against you.._

_Not anymore, we talked. He's dropping the order. And he told me to come over, so it's okay._ He told him.

_Dropping the order?_

Stiles sighed. _Yeah._

_Alright well...Be safe. Love you._

_Love you too._ he sent back before pocketing his phone, leaning back against the couch.

"Everything cool?" Jackson asks, returning to the room with two cans of Mnt. Dew. He hands one to Stiles.

Stiles took his and popped it open, taking a drink. "Yeah. He freaked out a little, because of that restraining order."

"Dropped that when I got home from school. Also got your dad his job back, I'm guessing they haven't called him yet from the sounds of it. Probably will in the morning."

"Hope so," he said with a sigh. "Thanks for that though. And I am sorry about, you know. Everything."

Jackson shrugs. "Whatever." He didn't like talking about it. Honestly, he didn't really blame the brats anymore for kidnapping him. But keeping his little revenge had been fun.

Stiles sighed and sipped at his soda. He was glad that Jackson had held up his side of the deal. He had hoped he would.

Jackson only sits still for a moment before standing again. "Let's go swimming." He says, heading for the sliding screen doors that lead to the big open pool in the back yard.

"You have a pool?" he asked, getting up. "I don't have anything to wear, you know. Or sleep in, for that matter."

Jackson pulls off his shorts and steps out of his jeans. "Skinny dip." He says, completely naked, before diving into the pool.

Stiles wasn't expecting that at all. "Uh. I dunno..." he said, feeling a little self conscious and avoiding looking at him.

Jackson just looks at him. "Oh come on. Not like we didn't shower as a team for the past three years of lacrosse."

That was true, but it wasn't like he really looked or paid much attention to any of the other guys.

Jackson rolls his eyes. "Don't be a baby. Come on, I wont' look." He grumbles, turning his back to him.

Stiles sighed and stripped, getting into the pool. "Okay, okay. I'm in."

Jackson turns back to him, glancing over him. "Why are you so shy?"

Stiles shrugged. "I don't know... I'm not, usually. Not really anyway. Or at least, not around Scott, but... I don't know."

Jackson tilts his head and smirks softly. "You know, when you like someone, you're either overly confident, or overly shy." He comments.

"I'm not overly shy," Stiles said, frowning. At least he didn't think he was.

Jackson lifts an eyebrow. "No? Then why would you care if I saw you naked or not?" He asks, slowly swimming closer.

Stiles shrugged, watching him. "I don't know. I don't go around stripping naked in front of every guy I know, so..."

"It's just us." Jackson hums, steadily getting closer.

"So...?"

Jackson stands right in front of him, giving a small sexy smirk. "So? Why so nervous?"

Stiles thought to back away, but didn't move. He just watched him, still nervous. Maybe more now than he had been before. "I don't know..."

Jackson hums softly, bringing his hand up to place on the side of Stiles face, cupping his cheek.

Stiles watched, mostly just in stunned silence.

Jackson watches him for a moment before slowly leaning forward.

Stiles found himself leaning forward too, definitely more nervous and not really sure, but he didn't plan on stopping.

Jackson captures his lips between his, holding it there for a few moments before pulling away.

Stiles stood wide eyed and surprised when Jackson pulled back. That was definitely not how he had expected things to go.

Jackson watches him for a moment. "Okay?" He asks softly.

Stiles slowly nodded.

Jackson moves in for another kiss.

Stiles leaned in and returned his kiss, stepping a bit closer.

Jackson wraps an arm around the other's waist, pulling him closer as his other arm skims up Stiles side. He tilts his head and deepens the kiss.

Stiles slid one arm around him while the other went to tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer still, until their bodies were against each other. He kissed back, moaning softly into it.

Jackson moans softly into the kiss when Stiles presses himself against him, feeling their hardness rub together.

Stiles had a hard time wrapping his mind around what was happening. He, lanky, crazy hyper, and very unpopular virgin Stiles, was making out with Jackson Whittmore of all people, in a swimming pool. Naked. And he liked it, a lot.

Jackson suddenly released him as a car door slammed outside. "Shit. They're home early." He grumbles and pulls himself out of the pool, offering his hand to help Stiles out.

Stiles jumped, surprised and confused at first, until he heard Jackson's grumble. He sighed and took his hand, climbing out of the pool. "Do they know you dropped the restraining order?"

Jackson nods. "Yeah." He goes over to the out door closet, grabbing two towels and tossing him one as he wraps his around his waist. "It's not a problem you're here...they just wouldn't like it if they caught us....doing that."

Stiles caught the towel and wrapped it around his waist, nodding. He understood that. He dried himself off and pulled his pants back on.

Jackson didn't bother putting his clothes back on, waiting for Stiles to dress before heading inside.

Stiles followed him back inside once he had his clothes back on, a little nervous about seeing Jackson's parents after everything that had just happened with the restraining order.

But his parents barely glance at him as they greet Jackson. "Did you eat yet, honey?"

"Yes, mom."

"Finish homework?"

"Yup. We're going up stairs to my room."

"Alright, honey."

Jackson nods at Stiles to follow him.

Stiles was glad they didn't even really acknowledge him. He followed Jackson upstairs, not quite as nervous now that his parents didn't freak out on him.

Jackson shuts and locks the door behind him, letting the towel drop and pulling on a pair of flannel pajama pants. He goes toward the closet and ruffles around till he produces ones that are a little smaller. "Here." He says, holding them out to Stiles.

Stiles took them with a quiet "thanks" and changed into them, surprised that they actually fit pretty comfortably.

Jackson hums and flops onto the bed, stretching out and yawning. "You can drive the porche to school tomorrow."

Stiles stood there a little awkwardly, not sure if he should sleep on the floor or in bed with him, or what. "Oh, really? Okay. You're sure?"

"Yeah. I don't care." Jackson says, patting the bed next to him. "You're not a plant."

Stiles went over and climbed into the bed beside him. He was a little nervous about driving his car, if he was being honest. He was excited, but he was afraid he might mess it up somehow.

Jackson looks at him. "Now why are you nervous?"

"Don't want to wind up owing you thousands of dollars if I scratch it," Stiles said, looking over at him.

Jackson tilts his head. "Have you ever crashed your jeep? And I don't mean the supernatural crushed it. I mean like accident crash."

"Uh. Not crashed it like, totaled, but, uh..."

Jackson sighs. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

"If you say so," he said with a sigh, settling back against the pillow. "I wouldn't mind just riding in it though. Driving would be awesome, but I'll settle for passenger seat. Just. You know. So you don't feel the urge to gut me if I scratch it or crash or something."

Jackson hums. "I trust you." he says. "You drive tomorrow."

That was a bit of a surprise, considering everything that had happened to him recently. Stiles didn't think Jackson would be trusting any of them any time soon with anything. "Okay."

Jackson scoffs, amused. "Don't sound so shocked."

Stiles shrugged. "I am, though.

"Why?"

"I don't know. After everything that happened, I didn't think you would."

Jackson shrugs. "I don't trust McCall. He's all over the place in his stance for what's right and wrong. Even though you wanted me dead at one point, you've always stuck to what you believed."

Stiles was a little surprised. He thought Scott was one of the most trustworthy people he knew. And if he were someone else, he wouldn't trust himself at all. Even if he stuck to what he believed.

Jackson looked at him again, rolling his eyes. "Do you actually look at yourself at all? Do you really not see how great you are?"

Stiles looked at him, confused. "Are you sure you're talking about me?"

Jackson sighs and sits up, moving so he's hovering over him. "I know I haven't been your best-friend since first grade. But you really haven't changed all that much. You are still as stubborn as always."

Stiles looked up at him, shifting slightly. "I just don't see it. I'm not this great person you think I am."

Jackson shakes his head. "You're wrong. Everyone can see it, except McCall." He grumbles. "Why do you think all the others listen to you? Or when McCall tells them something they look at you first?"

Stiles shrugged.

Jackson grumbles, leaning down to kiss him deeply.

Stiles kissed back, reaching up to wrap his arms around him.

Jackson slides the hand hes not balancing on down Stiles side until it rests on his hip as he licks Stiles' lips.

Stiles let his hands wander, exploring Jackson's body. He opened his mouth for him, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Jackson presses his tongue into Stiles' mouth. His hand runs over the other boy's belly before moving back up over his chest.

Stiles let out a soft moan, his hands running down Jackson's sides.

Jackson's hand slides low again, dipping his fingers past the waistband of the pajama bottoms.

Stiles breathing sped up, due to the anticipation and nerves.

Jackson pulls away from the kiss, stopping his hand. "You can tell me if you want to stop." He murmurs.

Stiles shook his head. "Don't."

Jackson huffs in amusement and kisses him again, pressing his hand down to wrap around Stiles' length.

Stiles kissed back, gasping and arching up against him.

Jackson tilts his head, pulling back from the kiss again. But his hand makes slow torturous movements on his member. "Are you really a virgin?"

Stiles moaned, biting his lip to try to keep quiet, knowing Jackson's parents were still in the house somewhere. "Yeah..."

Jackson smirks deeply. "Wanna stay that way?"

"Not really."

Jackson grins. "Let me change that for you then." He grins and slips the pajama pants down Stiles' hips.

Stiles lifted his hips to help him, trying not to freak out. He seriously had to have been dreaming or something because there was no way this was actually happening to him.

Jackson moves between the others legs, leaving down to lick a strip up the length of Stiles' cock.

Stiles spread his legs for him, shifting a bit to get more comfortable. He bit down on his lip to keep himself quiet.

Jackson looks up and catches his eye as he sucks Stiles into his mouth.

"Oh fuck," Stiles breathed, propping himself up on his elbows a bit to watch.

Jackson smirks around him, continuing to suck him frown his throat.

Stiles bit down on his lip to muffle his moans, bucking up into Jackson's mouth.

Jackson lets him, bobbing his head as he sucks and licks at the other boy.

Stiles fell back, tightly gripping the bed-sheets. "J-Jackson," he gasped out as he came.

Jackson swallows before pulling off him. He leans forward and kisses him as he grabs lube from his nightstand.

Stiles kissed back, reaching up to tangle his fingers in his hair, keeping him there.

Jackson allows it, working blind as he slicks his fingers and teasingly presses one to his entrance.

Stiles shuddered, nipping at Jackson's lower lip.

Jackson moaned before pulling back slightly. "This is gonna hurt." he warns softly.

Stiles nodded, biting at his lip again.

Jackson shudders, kissing him deep again as he pushes a finger past Stiles virgin entrance.

Stiles kissed back with a groan, tensing up and holding onto him tightly as he was breached.

"Easy." Jackson breathes, resting his forehead against the others. "Relax."

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, trying to breathe until the pain started to dull.

Jackson pecks his lips. "I promise it gets better." He murmurs, wiggling his finger.

Stiles bit his lip, looking up at him.

Jackson watches him, curling hid finger in search of Stiles sweet spot.

Stiles made soft noises, biting down on his lip as Jackson searched. He gasped sharply and jerked suddenly when he had found it.

Jackson smirks and rubs the spot. "Found it." he murmurs.

Stiles moaned, rocking his hips back against him.

Jackson slips in another finger while the pleasure is coursing through Stiles, kissing him again to keep him quiet.

Stiles kissed back, stilling his hips when the second finger is added.

Jackson thrusts his fingers against that spot.

Stiles moaned loudly into the kiss, reaching between them and slipping his hand past Jackson's waistband.

Jackson moans when Stiles hand connects with his hard dick, sliding another finger into him.

Stiles groaned at the stretch, shifting a bit to try to get more comfortable. He wrapped his hand around Jackson's member and pumped him slowly, looking up at him.

Jackson moaned, pushing hid fingers into Stiles prostate as his hips buck up into Stiles hand.

Stiles moaned, coming again. He had been trying to hold out, but it was just too much.

Jackson chuckles. "Such a virgin. Don't were out before we really get started."

Stiles panted, giving him a few more strokes before taking his hand back. "'s your fault," he mumbled.

Jackson chuckled and kissed him, pulling his fingers out. "Need a break?"

Stiles kissed back, shaking his head when he pulled away. "No, I'm good. I think."

Jackson nods and moves so hes hovering over him. He lines up his member and pushes in, quickly kissing him when he starts making noise.

Stiles kissed back, groaning. He gripped the sheets tightly, trying to relax.

Jackson bit Stiles lip gently as he sank all the way in. He groaned. "Fuck, you're tight."

Stiles tried to breathe and relax, slowly adjusting. "Feels good," he breathed, trying to shift again to get more comfortable and alleviate some of the discomfort.

Jackson pulls Stiles closer to him by the hips angling him so he can thrust against Stiles sweet spot. He moans as his thrusts get faster.

Stiles spread his legs farther for him, moaning each time that spot was hit, progressively getting louder.

Jackson kisses him. "Shh." He mumbles, continuing his thrusting and kissing.

Stiles kissed back, trying to be quieter. He was getting close again, fast.

Jackson curses as he gives a few hard thrusts, grunting as he comes hard into Stiles.

Stiles came for a third time with the first hard thrust, moaning into the kiss.

Jackson gently lays on top of him, trading lazy kisses.

Stiles returned his kisses, loosening his grip around him.

After a few minutes Jackson roll off so he's laying beside him. "There. Officially no longer a virgin." He grins.

Stiles was still trying to catch his breath, relaxing. "Thanks?" he said with a chuckle.

Jackson shrugs teasingly. "No problem." He smirks.

Stiles sighed happily, shifting a bit to get more comfortable.

Jackson hums. "Hadn't planned on doing that this soon." He chuckles.

"I'm just surprised you planned on doing that at all," he said, looking over to him.

Jackson tilts his head, confused, before rolling his eyes. "One of my orders, is for you to take a good long look in the mirror and love yourself."

Stiles sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Can't promise anything. I don't see what you see."

Jackson looks at him. "You're amazing, Stiles. You really do need to see it."

"If you say so," he said with a shrug.

Jackson rolls his eyes. "Go to sleep, dork." He says.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, grabbing the blankets and pulling them up over himself.

Jackson huffs a laugh and pressing up close to him and kissing his shoulder.

Stiles rolled over to face him, leaning in for a kiss.

Jackson chuckles and leans his head just out of Stiles' reach. "Getting cocky now." He laughs.

"Oh come on. I can't kiss you once but you can kiss me all you want?"

Jackson smirks. "You're getting it." He says teasingly.

Stiles groaned. "How is that fair?"

"I own you. That's how." Jackson chuckles and presses his lips to the others.

Stiles sighed and kissed back, pulling himself closer.

Jackson lets him, wrapping his arms around him. "You know I'm teasing right?" He asks after a few moments.

"Hard to tell with you. But, uh. I don't think I mind too much, if you weren't kidding," he mumbled.

Jackson lifts an eyebrow. "Oh?

"I kinda like it when you're bossy. You're not you if you're not."

Jackson chuckles. "Good."

Stiles smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

Jackson lets him this time, nipping at the others lip.

Stiles smiled into the kiss, rolling on top of him.

Jackson lets him, gripping his hips to keep him there.

Stiles nipped at his lip, pulling back to look down at him. "Really should go to sleep..."

Jackson smirks. "Sleep? What's that?" He asks.

Stiles grinned and kissed him again. "As much as I'd like to stay up all night, I don't know if I have the energy, and I don't think skipping school is a good idea. Even if I want to."

Jackson returns the kiss, grumbling softly before dumping Stiles back into his place beside him, pulling him close. "Fine, fine." He pouts.

Stiles chuckled and cuddled up against him. "My dad's working double shifts this weekend, as usual, assuming he gets his old schedule back," he said, wrapping his arms around him. "Maybe you could come over?"

Jackson runs his fingers over Stiles' back. "Doesn't McCall pop up at your house unexpectedly on the weekends?" He asks softly. He'd really rather that dumb ass not know about what he and Stiles had going.

"Usually, but I can tell him I'm busy, and he won't bother us," he said with a shrug.

"He'll smell me there. Well...everyone else will. McCall's kind of stupid. But they'll smell me on you anyway." He hums.

"No one else that can smell you on me or me on you is gonna care."

Jackson huffs. "True. Erica will just be proud you finally got laid."

"And Boyd won't care. Isaac might make a comment, but I don't really think he cares what we do," he said with a shrug. "It'll be okay."

"McCall will be blind for weeks before someone finally tells him." Jackson grunts.

Stiles chuckled, nodding. "I'll tell him eventually."

Jackson rolls his eyes. "Do you have too?"

Stiles sighed. "I'll have to eventually, he's going to start wondering why I don't spend as much time with him anymore."

Jackson scoffs. "When's the last time he's noticed anything about you?"

"He's gonna notice something sooner or later. He's not that stupid," he said, shaking his head.

Jackson looks at him. "Since he got bit, he's done nothing but think of himself and Allison."

Stiles sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "He's just... Happy. I don't blame him. He's got a girlfriend, and he's better at just about everything now."

Jackson looks at him. "Better? Your wrong."

"But he is better. No asthma and he's stronger. Not smarter, unfortunately, but he can do things he couldn't do before. I'd say that's better."

Jackson shakes his head. "It's not. He has that power and now he's ignoring you or only going to you when he needs something from you. He lets you get hurt. He lets you nearly drowned. He lets you get beat up by Allison's grandfather and doesn't do shit about it."

Stiles sighed and shook his head. "He's not that bad. Really. When I get hurt, it's my own fault. He can't stop that."

Jackson growls. "Damnit, Stiles! Why can't you see how great you are? How wrong he is!? Even Peter knows it!"

Stiles sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't. Scott's not a bad guy. So what if he's spending a lot of time with his girlfriend? He's allowed to."

"He's not allowed to neglect you!"

"He's not! We still talk and hang out. It's fine."

Jackson glares at him. "It's not fine." He whispers angrily. "I may have called you names, or was rude to you, but I've never tried to kill you. I've never hurt you. I've never let you get hurt and made you deal with it alone."

"You threatened to run me over with your car," he said. He sighed and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. "Scott's not a bad guy."

Jackson scoffs. "He's worse than I am." He growls.

Stiles sighed. "Neither of you are bad. Scott's one of the nicest people I know."

"Nice?" Jackson grunts. "Peter is nice." He growls. "Jesus, Stiles. Open your eyes. Scott's a dick!"

Stiles shook his head. "He's not. Just... Let's go to sleep, okay?"

Jackson's eyes are glowing blue but he forces a deep sigh to calm down, turning so he can hug the other close again. "Yeah, alright." He mumbles.
Stiles sighed and rolled so his back was to him, pressing back against him.

"Good night."

"Goodnight."

Stiles closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Jackson sighs, staying awake for a while before falling asleep after him. In the morning, he gently shakes Stiles awake, pressing kisses to his neck.

Stiles groaned, rolling to bury his face in the pillow.

"Don't you want to drive my car?" Jackson hums, kissing his shoulder.

"Yeah," he grumbled, sitting up.

"I suppose wearing my clothes would be to obvious." Jackson hums, moving to pull on clothes.

Stiles got up, picking up his clothes off the floor. "I wouldn't mind."

Jackson looks over at him and shrugs, tossing him a shirt and some jeans. "These might fit then."

Stiles pulled on the clothes he was given, tugging the jeans up. "Little loose."

Jackson hums, digging through his closet and pulls out another pair, black skinny jeans. He tosses them on the bed next to Stiles and returns to digging until he produces a black BOTD shirt to match. "There. Those should fit." He hums. Jackson was never into the emo stuff, but some how ended up with some of it anyway. He knew it'd look good on Stiles. "Where your red flannel shirt over it, unbuttoned."

Stiles nodded and changed into the newer clothes, pulling his flannel on over it. "There. Better?"

Jackson tilts his head, looking him over. He reaches up and ruffles Stiles hair, moving to grab a chain to clip to his jeans. "Perfect." He grins and kisses him.

Stiles kissed back, looking down at himself when he pulled back. "I'm pretty sure everyone's gonna notice this. Don't normally dress like this."

Jackson snorts. "That's cuz you have no style."

Stiles rolled his eyes.

Jackson chuckles. "Come on, there's toaster-stroodles down stairs."

Stiles pulled on his shoes and nodded, letting him lead the way.

Jackson leads him down the stairs and pops in their breakfast, moving to kiss him deeply while they cook.

Stiles followed him and waited. He smiled and kissed back, wrapping his arms around him.

Jackson wraps his arms around his waist, pulling their bodies flush together as they kiss.

Stiles backed him up against the counter, pulling back to kiss Jackson's neck.

Jackson tilts his head, letting the younger kiss at his neck.

Stiles nipped and sucked, trying to leave marks behind, even though he knew they'd fade.

Jackson lets him, keeping himself from healing like Peter showed him, letting the marks stay on his skin.

Stiles pulled back, surprised that they hadn't faded yet. "They're still there."

"Peter showed me how to stop myself from healing." He grins. "In case they're are humans around and watching me heal. But I like it for this purpose too."
He chuckles.

Stiles grinned, kissing him again. "I like it too."

Jackson returns the kiss. "There's a lot of stuff Peter's been showing me, that Derek never bothered showing the others. Or maybe he didn't know." Jackson shrugs.

"What else has he showed you?" he asked, running one of his hands down Jackson's back.

Jackson smirked. "How to turn into a full wolf, but that one is a secret, ok?" He asks, pecking his lips and moving to get they're breakfast.

Stiles was stunned. He didn't even know that was possible. "You have to show me one day. I gotta see that."

Jackson grinned. "After I master it, I'll show you. It still takes me forever."

Stiles smiled, nodding. "What else? Is that it?"

Jackson shrugs. "Other stuff is the same Derek was trying to teach the others, about controlling their senses and stuff. But Peter is better at teaching it. Has way more patience. I'm also partly sure he's hooking up with Argent." He rolls his eyes.

"Whoa, seriously?" he asked, surprised. "How do you know that?"

Jackson hums. "Always smells like him." He shrugs. "It's kind of weird, but like not that weird when you think about it."

Stiles shrugged. "I guess not, really. Wonder if Derek knows about that."

Jackson shrugs. "Derek is kind of blind to Peter. Seems to really blame him for what happened."

Stiles sighed. "What happened wasn't either of their faults."

Jackson hums, handing over the plate of breakfast. "Yeah well. Derek doesn't see it that way, apparently. Blames himself for the fire, and hates Peter because of Laura. Peter looks like he's really moved past it, though. I suppose dying can do that to ya."

Stiles took his plate and started to eat, listening. "I guess. But it really wasn't his fault. He didn't start the fire."

Jackson shrugs. "That's their deal. If they want to blame themselves and be stuck in the past then let them." He sighs.

"I guess," Stiles said with a shrug. When he finished his breakfast, he put his plate in the sink. "Are we ready to go?"

Jackson nods. He grabs the keys to the porche, throwing them to Stiles. "Don't go to fast, eh?" He grins, sliding into the passenger seat.

"Where's the fun in that?" he asked, grabbing his things and stopping by the Jeep to grab his backpack before getting into the porche.

"The fun is you don't wreck my car." Jackson says. "And hey, be happy. I didn't even let Lydia or Danny drive this thing."

"Wow. Okay. You must really like me, huh?" he said with a grin, mostly kidding, as he started up the car and pulled out of the drive way, heading off towards school. He didn't drive too fast, as much as he had wanted to.

Jackson doesn't reply. As they get to school everyone stops and stares at them. No one. Ever. Has driven Jackson's car, especially not to school. And for Stilinski to be doing so? People started whispering right away.

Stiles wasn't sure how he liked the attention. He never got stared at like that, except for when his mom died and everyone had known, but even then, those stares were different. He grabbed his backpack out of the back seat and pulled it over his shoulder, heading towards the main doors.

Jackson follows him in, staying by his side. He just ignores the whispers.

"Everyone's staring at us," he mumbled, trying not to look at anyone.

"Let them." Jackson says. "Who cares?"

"It's weird," he said, keeping his eyes down to avoid looking at anyone and to make sure he didn't trip, especially now that everyone was watching.

Jackson shrugs. "Ignore it."

Stiles sighed, relaxing a little once they were in the school. "I'll, uh. I'll see you later. Okay?"

Jackson nods. "Sit with me at lunch. Ditch McCall. That's an order." He smirks.

Stiles stared, shocked. "Okay. You don't care if people know...?"

Jackson just smirks and leans in to press his lips against Stiles' "Answer the question?" He chuckles as people around them gasp and whisper.

Stiles kissed back, a little surprised, but definitely pleased. "Yeah. Okay. I'll see you at lunch then."

Jackson hums and walks away, leaving everyone staring at him.

"Batman!" Erica calls, running over to him. "Batman you look great! Did Jack dress you today?" She asks knowingly.

Stiles looked down at his clothes again, nodding. "Yeah. That obvious?" he asked, looking back up at her. "Does it look okay?"

Erica smirks. "You look hot as fuck. Should let your new boyfriend dress you everyday." She smirks.

Stiles actually blushed a little. "I might..."

Erica squeals. "He's really your boyfriend then?!"

"I, uh... I guess? I don't know," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well I can tell he popped your cherry for you." She smirks.

"How!?"

"Sweetie." She purrs. "You reek of him. Not just the clothes." She laughs.

"Oh. Right," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Well. Yeah. Last night."

Erica smirks. "Didn't know you were into Jackson. But hey, he seems to like ya."

"I, uh. I didn't really know I was either, to be honest. I always thought he hated me. Especially after, you know, everything that happened recently. I mean, he got a restraining order against me. And Scott, but that doesn't matter."

Erica lifts an eyebrow. "Okay....so what happened to hook you two up?"

"I asked him to drop the order and he agreed, as long as I let him order me around. Says he 'owns me.'" Not that he minded, especially now. He had been dreading the things Jackson might tell him to do but now? He wasn't so scared.

Erica's face turned sour and she growled. "So he's forcing you!?"

"No! No, he's not. It's not like that at all," he said in a hurry, holding his hands up. "He told me to come over last night, to help him with homework, and then... Well. Things went from there. Only orders he's given me was to help him with homework and he wants me to sit with him at lunch today. Which I planned on doing anyway, if he let me, so..."

Erica watches him, obviously listening for a lie. Finally she relaxes. "Yeah alright." she looks him over and smirks. "Sexy emo." she grins and walks away, a bounce in her step.

Stiles sighed and smiled, heading off to class.

At lunch time everyone is talking about the newest couple at school, people bugging Lydia and Danny, who just shrug. Someone even asks Scott. So he corners Stiles just out side the cafeteria.

"Are you dating Jackson?"

Stiles had been on the way to lunch, to sit with Jackson when Scott had cornered him. "Uh. I don't know?" he said, glancing around the room to see if he could find the guy in question.

Scott sniffs him. "You look and smell different. Smell like him. Don't look like you...." Jackson looks toward them, catching Stiles eye he tilts his head in a silent _Do you need help?_

Stiles sighed, shrugging his shoulders as an answer to both him and Jackson. "I helped him with homework last night and crashed at his place. Didn't have time this morning to go home and get dressed, so he let me borrow some clothes."

Scott frowns. "People are saying he kissed you this morning..."

"He did."

"You let him!?"

"Uh. Yeah?"

"Why!? Its Jackson!"

"Dude, it's a kiss."

"Dude! Its Jackson! The one who used to beat us up? Make fun of us? The one who hates us!"

"Apparently he just hates you now."

Scott blinks in shock.

Stiles shrugged. "He hasn't kissed you yet, has he?"

"Ew dude!" Scott whines.

Stiles grinned. "Be happy he still hates you then."

Scott groans but moves aside.

Stiles gave him a pat on the shoulder before heading over to Jackson's table, sitting down across from him.

The room goes silent as he does so. "Everything good?" Jackson asks.

"Yeah. He knows though, I think. That we're dating. Are we dating?"

Jackson shrugs, biting into his apple. "Do you want to be?"

"Yeah, actually. I do. If you want to."

Jackson smirks. "Then we are." Immediately the room fills with the news. Jackson's smirk widens.

Stiles sunk down in his seat a little, not so sure he liked all the attention. He ate his food quietly, trying to ignore all the looks and whispers.

Jackson tilts his head. "Do you want to find somewhere else to eat?"

"Here's okay. Don't think going anywhere else will be any better."

Jackson lips tilt downward. "We can try to find a quieter place."

"Nah. People are gonna talk anyway."

"If you're sure..." Jackson hums. "Want to do something after school?"

"Sure. Like what?" he asked, smiling.

Jackson tilts his head slightly. "Dave and Busters? There's one in the next town over."

"Okay. I haven't been there in forever," he said with a grin.

Jackson grins. "Good."

Stiles smiled and ate the rest of his lunch, taking out his phone to let his dad know he wouldn't be home for dinner.

His dad tells him alright and be safe.

When the bell rings Jackson presses a kiss to his lips. "See ya after school."

Stiles kissed back and got up. "I'll meet you out by your car," he said, grabbing his backpack and heading off towards class.

After school Jackson heads out to his car, Danny following beside him. "Just, don't hurt him Jackson."

"Why would I do that? I like him."

"You do? I....figured he was a fling for a week til you got bored."

"I like him Danny. I'm not gonna hurt him."

Stiles waited out by the porche like he said he would, once school was out. He'd been bombarded with questions by just about everyone in his classes, which he had done his best to briefly answer and move on, but the sudden popularity was weird.

Danny departs from Jackson's side when they get to the porche. Jackson kisses Stiles, digging his fingers into the other males jeans to get his keys." I'll drive this time." he grins.

Stiles kissed back, pouting when he pulled away. "Fine," he said, moving to the passenger side to get in.

Jackson slides into the drivers seat. "Don't worry. You'll like it." He chuckles, and pulls out of the parking lot. He hits 100 mph as he heads home.

If Stiles didn't trust Jackson not to wreck the car, he probably would have been scared. But he enjoyed it, even if he clung onto his seat.

Jackson grins, slowing to a stop outside his house. "If I'd let you do that this morning, you'd of killed us." he chuckles.

"Probably," he said with a shrug.

Jackson slides out of the car. "Homework first."

Stiles groaned, climbing out of the car with his backpack.

Jackson chuckles. "We can make out after wards."

Stiles sighed. "Okay. Come on, let's get the homework over with."

Jackson laughs, heading up stairs to his room. He throws his backpack on the bed before looking at him. "God your so hot in that. I think we should go get you more of that clothing."

Stiles followed him upstairs, dropping his backpack onto the floor once they were in his room. "Erica described it as 'hot as fuck' and I'm pretty sure no one's ever used those words to describe me before."

Jackson laughs. "That's cuz you are hot as fuck in those clothes."

"Don't think I'd mind getting more, then. Or just letting you dress me every day. That works too," he said with a grin.

Jackson smirks. "We'd have to go shopping. That's the only outfit i have like that. Not even sure why i have it. I've never worn it."

Stiles chuckled. "We can go shopping after Dave and Busters?"

Jackson nods. "Sounds good." he grins and plops onto the bed to pull out his homework.

Stiles dragged his backpack over and sat beside him, digging out his own homework.

Jackson works silently for a while on the stuff he understands before asking Stiles for help on math.

Stiles worked on his own homework until Jackson asked for help. He wiggled closer and explained it to him before going back to his own homework, not moving away.

Jackson continued working, eventually finishing, though he wasn't sure the answers were correct. Eh screw it.

Stiles finished his homework and loaded everything back into his backpack.

Jackson kind of frustratedly shoved his things into his bag before grabbing Stiles by the waist and pulling him close so he could kiss him deeply.

Stiles made a surprised sound that was quickly cut off by the kiss, happily returning it.

Jackson lays back so Stiles is laying over him as he licks his way into the other boys mouth.

Stiles laid with him, eagerly deepening the kiss and tangling his fingers in Jackson's hair.

Jackson's hands slid down his body to cup his ass, pulling him even fighter against him.

Stiles moaned, grinding his hips down against him.

Jackson moaned, breaking the kiss to roll them over and suck bruises into Stiles skin, his own still bright under his shirt.

Stiles rolled with him, tilting his head back to give him room.

Jackson ran his hands up under his shirt and tweaked his nipples as he bit and sucked on his neck.

Stiles moaned, arching up into his touch.

Jackson moved back to kissing his lips as he continued to pinch the nubs.

Stiles squirmed underneath him, moaning into the kiss.

Jackson pushes his shirt up until its bunched at his armpits and leans down, one hand wrapped under his lower back, the other running over the bulge in Stiles jeans as he takes a nipple into his mouth.

Stiles moaned louder, grabbing at the bed sheets. "Fuck. Jack," he breathed, trying to shift his body to look at him.

Jackson bites at his nipple clanging up at him.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, bucking his hips up against him.

Jackson grins, hands undoing stiles pants and pulling his member out, pumping him quickly.

Stiles' moans got progressively louder as he rocked his hips up into Jackson's hand.

Jackson continued sucking on his nipples as his hand sped up.

Stiles came with a loud moan, bucking up into Jackson's hand.

Jackson milked him through it before releasing him and leaning down to lick up the mess.

Stiles shuddered, propping himself up on his elbows to watch while he tried to catch his breath.

Jackson looked up and caught his eye as he gave a long lick.

Stiles moaned and flopped back down.

Jackson chuckles and finishes cleaning him before rolling onto his back beside him.

Stiles sighed contently, looking over at him.

Jackson is licking his lips a thoughtful look on his face. "For someone who has an obsession with curly fries...you eat a lot of strawberries too, don't you?"

"Strawberry flavored things. Strawberries themselves aren't as great," he replied, rolling to face him. "Why?"

Jackson hums. "Feint taste of strawberries." He says, looking at him with a smirk.

"Oh. Well. I did go to that diner a couple days ago on the way home from school," he said, smiling.

Jackson chuckles. "Ready to go out?" He asks.

Stiles almost nodded, before glancing down at Jackson's pants. "Are you?"

Jackson shrugs. "I'm fine."

"You sure?"

Jackson nods. He didn't want to admit that the sight of Stiles getting off had made him come in his pants.

Stiles just nodded and leaned over for a kiss before climbing out or the bed. He pulled his pants back on and adjusted his shirt, before turning to Jackson.

Jackson rolls out of bed. "Bathroom first." He grunts and heads that way. He quickly changes into the boxers he grabbed on his way out of his room before going back to Stiles. "Ready?"

Stiles waited patiently, smiling when he came back. "Yeah. I'm guessing you're driving again, huh?"

"You can drive home." Jackson promises, pressing a kiss to his lips before leading him back out to the car.

Stiles grinned and kissed back, following after him. He felt a little bad that his jeep was getting a little neglected, but he'd been wanting to drive Jackson's Porsche since he got it.

Jackson slides into the car and drives off toward the next town. When they get there he orders them a booth in a darkened corner. "Dinner first, then games." he chuckles.

"Fine with me," Stiles said, sitting across from him. He was starving. He picked up the menu and looked it over, sitting back in his seat.

Jackson looks over his menu for a moment before setting it down in favor of watching Stiles.

Stiles stared at his menu, debating on what to choose. He peeked up at Jackson and caught him staring. "What?"

Jackson shrugs, smirking. "Nothing."

"You're staring at me."

"So?"

"Stop it," he said, hiding behind the menu.

Jackson chuckles. "Why? Nervous again?"

"Maybe."

Jackson smirks. "Why?"

"I said maybe, didn't say I was."

"Maybe means yes when someone's nervous and trying not to be." Jackson chuckles.

Stiles rolled his eyes, keeping himself hidden behind the menu. "What should I get? I can't decide," he said, changing the subject.

Jackson huffs in amusement but lets the change of subject go. "I'm just getting a cheeseburger and curly fries."

"They have curly fries here?" He asked, looking over the menu to find them. "That's probably what I'll get too, then."

Jackson chuckles. "I figured as much." He hums and orders when the nurse gets there.

Stiles handed the menu over once their orders were in and sat back again, staring at Jackson this time.

Jackson tilts his head slightly. "Like what you see?" He teases.

Stiles shrugged. "Yeah. But I just don't get it. Why me?"

Jackson frowns softly. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Why did you suddenly decide to date me?"

"I didn't suddenly decide anything." Jackson huffs.

"Seems like it. Up until we made that deal, you didn't really want anything to do with me."

Jackson takes a deep breath, eyes momentarily flashing blue before he looks at him. "I've wanted you since we were kids. You didn't want me. I saw an opportunity and I took it. That's all."

"Really...?" He asked, still not so sure. "Why didn't you just say something before?"

Jackson raises an eyebrow. "You were glued to McCall's hip. Him... I hate."

Stiles sighed. "You could have said something. Asked to talk to me alone, or something."

Jackson scoffs. "You wouldn't of."

"You don't know that."

"I do know that actually. You forgot me as kids, hated me in school and was attached to Scott's hip outside of school. When would you have ever agreed to talk to me?"

Stiles sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "I only hated you because you seemed like you hated me."

"I did...." Jackson murmurs staring at the table. "Well...Hate is a strong word, but I resented you for a long time for forgetting all about me."

"I'm sorry. I wish I didn't," he said, frowning.

"It wasn't your fault." Jackson sighs. "I shouldn't of been so selfish. I should have staid with you even though you didn't remember."

Stiles sighed. "I don't blame you. I would have been pissed too if I was in your situation."

Jackson shakes his head, sitting up when their food arrives. "It doesn't matter now."

Stiles sat up too and started to eat once the food was placed in front of him. "I'm glad you decided to make a move though."

"You came to me first." Jackson shrugs, biting into his burger.

"Technically, yeah, but you're the one that kissed me," he said, smiling. "All I did was ask you a favor."

Jackson chuckles. "Glad I did too."

"Do your parents not know?" He asked, looking up from his plate. "About being into me?"

Jackson shakes his head. "No. They aren't...welcoming of that way of thinking. They forbid Danny from going to the house. Tried to keep me away from him so he wouldn't... rub off on me." He growls.

Stiles sighed. "So if they caught us, I'd be banned too?"

Jackson sighs and nods. "They'd probably try to sue you too."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "They wouldn't be able to sue me for banging their son."

"They'd try. Trust me. For, rubbing off on me. Or worse they'd sue you for rape." He huffs and rolls his eyes.

"That wouldn't hold up in court unless you agreed with them," he said with a shrug. "Maybe we just stay at my place from now on? Dad's almost never home, and I really don't think he'd care."

Jackson shrugs. "Yeah. Probably safer."

"So, wanna come to my place after?" He asked with a grin, taking a bite of his burger.

Jackson grins and nods. "After we shop."

Stiles smiled and nodded. "Okay."

Jackson finishes of his food before going to get coins for their games.

Stiles finished up his food and followed Jackson, looking around at the games, not even sure where to start.

Jackson hands him a bunch of coins. "Well, ski-ball first?"

Stiles put the coins in his pockets for safe keeping and nodded. "Ski-ball is fun," he agreed, heading off to find it.

Jackson follows, sliding a coin in and picks up a ball. "If I win, you buy ice cream."

"Fine with me," he said, putting a coin in his lane and grabbing a ball. He knew he'd probably lose. He was good at ski-ball but he couldn't really compete with a werewolf.

Jackson plays with ease, but even with his werewolf skills he still kinda sucks at this game.

Stiles tried hard, grinning wide when the game was over and he had more points. "Hey! I won."

Jackson huffs. "I suck at this game."

Stiles chuckled and kissed his cheek. "You didn't do too bad."
Jackson grins. "What next?"

"Hm. What about one of those shooting games? Those are pretty fun."

"Your dad taught you to shoot. Mine didn't. You'll win."

Stiles laughed. "But you have better reflexes. Point and shoot."

Jackson huffs but slips a coin in and picks up the gun.

"Or I could teach you," he said, moving to stand behind him.

Jackson blinks but lets him. "What am I doing wrong?"

"You're not. But I can teach you, so maybe you'd have a better change at beating me," he said with a grin.

Jackson huffs, shouldering the gun. "Whatever, Stilinski." He mumbles aiming for one of the small moving targets. He misses the shot.

Stiles wrapped his arms around him and helped adjust his hands on the gun, helping him aim.

Jackson lets him, taking a deep breath and slowly releasing as he pulls the trigger, hitting the shot. He blinks and grins. "I hit it."

Stiles grinned, kissing his cheek. "Now try without my help," he said, letting him go but staying behind him anyway.

Jackson nods and holds the gun up again, following the tip of it with his target as he repeats the process, and hits the target.

Stiles stepped back and put in a coin for himself on the second player side and started to play. He let Jackson win this time.

Jackson glares at him. "Cheater." He grunts. "You let me win."

"Did not," he said. "You won. I'm a good teacher."

Jackson scoffs, collecting their tickets before moving to the next game.