Title: As long as no one knows
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jackson/Stiles
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Slash, established relationship, angst
Word Count: 497 words
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish they were mine. But nothing here belongs to me, except for the plot.
Summary: But Stiles had known what he was in for and he wasn't going to go back on his word to Jackson either.
Author's notes: Unbeta'd. Written for the prompt "rain, gate, tongue" at TeenwolfSlash.
Strong hands shoved hard against his shoulders, making him stumble back against the wet iron gate and Stiles grimaced in pain as he was pressed against the bars.
"Ow, take it easy, man-" he gasped and was silenced with another push against his chest.
"What was that? Are you insane?" Jackson hissed, grabbing the front of his jacket.
"Let me go!" Stiles blinked rapidly against the cold rain in his eyes and struggled under Jackson's hold until the other boy released him. "I told you, I'm not going to keep this a secret from my best friend! We're doing this, I'm telling Scott!"
Jackson's mouth opened and closed a few times, his eyes wide and confused until his shoulders slumped down with a frustrated sigh and he leaned forward, putting his hands on the bars on either side of Stiles' head to prop himself up, all the anger and adrenaline leaving him.
"But-. . . Stiles, you-. . " he murmured, biting nervously at his bottom lip and Stiles wanted to kiss him.
"I mean-. . . we talked about this and you said we could-" He didn't seem able to put a full sentence together and it made Stiles' stomach clench painfully.
Jackson was right, they had talked about this and Stiles had known from the start that he wasn't on board with telling anyone about them. Not their parents, not Scott or Allison and absolutely not Lydia. Not yet.
Telling Scott without at least a warning had been just as unfair as asking him to keep it a secret was.
"Okay, you're right," Stiles sighed and slid his hands underneath Jackson's wet shirt to touch warm, damp skin. He rubbed soothingly across Jackson's sides until he could feel the tension bleed out of him, "I promised I'd give you time and. . . I shouldn't have talked to Scott without you."
Jackson's hands slid down and landed gently on Stiles' shoulders.
"I'm not ready, okay?" he murmured and Stiles could barely hear him over the heavy patter of the rain, "This. . . we don't even know what this is yet."
Stiles knew exactly why Jackson didn't want to tell people, didn't want anyone to look at him differently, couldn't bear the thought of people whispering about him in the hallways.
Maybe he was even embarrassed about him. But Stiles had known what he was in for and he wasn't going to go back on his word to Jackson either.
Stiles took a deep breath and nodded, pulling Jackson closer until they could kiss. He could feel Jackson hesitating, not trusting that they were okay but Stiles opened his lips, wet and salty from the rain and their tongues slid together for a second, just a hint of a touch.
"Scott didn't understand and I'm not telling him again, okay? I'm sorry." he muttered into the kiss.
He could more feel Jackson's words against his lips than he could hear them.
"Yeah, I'm sorry too."
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