When Your Soul Cries Out
This is a repost of the original work "When Your Soul Cries Out" as written by my best friend, Blooboy70. I won't go into the details but he left the board and I asked him if I could post these and take it from here, as I like what he had to write and wanted to see it continue. I have known him since college and he really is my best friend. Some people joke we are closer than lovers/brothers but without the romantic or genetic entanglements. Anyway, the first three chapters are from him and the remainder of the laws, which he drafted, will be mine to realize. He's still around and I asked, of course, if he would beta them and he said yes but he was done writing. So, in its original form, here is his story. I hope you enjoy it, again, as I did when I read them as an anonymous reader. Chris, he said to say hello!
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ORIGINAL AUTHOR: Blooboy70 SHOW: "Teen Wolf"
TIMELINE: Post Season 1, pre-season 2 PREMISE: Jackson was attacked by Derek after begging him for 'the bite' but didn't know he was followed and we don't know if he will 'turn' or what happened to him in Derek's house.
CATEGORIZATION: SLASH; M/M; Stiles/Derek "Sterek", and Danny/Jackson "Dax"
DISCLAIMER: All characters and/or titles from the MTV show "Teen Wolf" are owned by said network entity and only this fictional storyline belongs to me. I am not associated with MTV or any person/s depicted in this work of fiction except in an alternate universe, I am Derek Hale's true mate. ;)
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Chapter 1 - Who Rescued Whom?
Danny turns off the tap of his bathroom sink and wrings the excess water from the wash cloth he has in his hands. He folds it into thirds to make a long cool rectangle to drape over Jackson's forehead.
Jackson is still unconscious in Danny's bed, flecks of dried blood still visible along his exposed collarbone. He moans softly as the weight in the bed next to him causes his body to roll ever so slightly towards it.
Danny holds his breath as he places the cloth gingerly across Jackson's brow hoping it doesn't hurt him. Seeing him settle he places his hand over the heart of the blond boy lying in his bed. He notices the heartbeat is strong but seems to have an odd cadence slightly faster than his own. Faster than he remembers.
He dismisses it when a shaking hand raises from the bed and covers his own. He withdraws slightly and tries to pull free when the hand presses harder and he hears a whisper.
"Danny?", the whisper says.
His heart melts and leaps for joy at the same time as he places his other hand over Jackson's. A tear runs down his face as he whispers back.
"I'm right here Jax. I'm not going anywhere. I'm glad you're okay." Another tear dropping onto the sheets covering the bruised body of the boy next to him.
Eyes still closed a crooked smile appears on the blond's face as his dried lips part and whispers "Water, please..."
"I'll be right back." Danny says as he kisses Jackson's hand and puts it lovingly back on the bed. He gets up and retrieves a cup of water from the counter in the bathroom and brings it back to the bed.
He looks at the boy in his bed. "In my bed!" he says to himself, heart beating hard. "And did I just kiss his hand?" he thinks and then smiles as warmth in his chest is spreading.
Jackson and Danny grew up together. Jax was his best friend. When Danny realized he was gay and admitted it to himself he wasn't afraid of telling Jackson. Jackson hugged him tightly and told him he was proud for being told and expressed his care for Danny and reassured him that nothing between them was different. Danny loved him for that. He loved Jackson, Jax, for a lot of things they had shared over the years. He chuckled... 'Jax'... only he was allowed to call Jackson that. Anyone else was quickly corrected they were not to use that term by the good looking blond boy. Danny beamed inside when he heard Jackson admonish everyone else to not use that term. It was Danny's. It was his and his alone. He was having feelings for Jackson and he was certain they were not reciprocal. "But I just kissed his hand!" he says to himself, smiling again.
He lifts the cup to Jackson's lips and tips it very carefully as not to spill. Jackson lifts his head slightly up to sip the water and clear the dryness from his throat. He coughs and sputters a bit, Danny pulling the cup back.
"No! I'm fine. More please..." Danny hears as he puts the cup back to Jackson's pale lips. He looks at Jackson's mouth as the water slowly trickles over the bottom lip and onto the tongue he can just barely make out. He licks his own lips looking at the curves and the red color just below the surface slowly returning to the mouth he is focused on.
He spent many a night fantasizing about that mouth. Pressing his own against it. Running his fingers over it. Putting his fingers into it. Watching it move as it says his name. Imagining how it would look wrapped around his...
He is yanked back to the present as Jackson's hand grabs his wrist pushing the cup away sputtering again.
"Oh crap, I am sorry! Are you okay?" he asks, face worried.
"I'm fine. I've had enough." Jackson whispers in reply, a tiny smile on his face eyes still closed.
Danny places the cup on the night stand and turns back to remove the cloth from Jackson's forehead and catches the drips then slowly wipes the spot on Jackson's collarbone he missed when he feels a hand on his. He looks down at the hand and then looks up and is surprised to find himself gazing into the blue eyes of the boy he loves, looking at him intently. "He's opened his eyes finally!" Danny thinks, gratitude and love pouring out.
He grasps Jackson's hand and looks back. No words pass between them for what seems like ages. He tilts his head almost imperceptibly to the left as he sees tears welling up in the blue pools beneath him.
He squeezes Jackson's hand in his, smiling, and softly says "Hi!"
His eyes brimming, a tear runs down the side of Jackson's face towards the pillow under him as he silently returns the greeting mouthing "Hi" back to the brunette boy who is holding his hand. "Thank you," the silent mouth continues.
Without thinking, Danny leans forward and kisses Jackson full on the mouth, his own eyes closing as he makes contact. He pulls back instantly, face blazing red.
"Oh my God, I am sorry. I, uh, it's just that..." he stammers mind totally unable to focus as the gravity of what he just did hits his chest. "I just kissed my best friend. My straight friend..." he thinks to himself in horror. He tries to pull away when he feels the hand he was holding grab at his and hears something that sounded like words. He wasn't sure. "Why was his hand not moving?" he thinks.
"Danny!" Jackson blurts out louder but still almost imperceptible. "Earth to Danny!" He grabs Danny's hand and pulls him back. He lifts his other hand to the face of the darker boy above him seeing it's red and flushed and pulls it towards him.
He places a finger over the darker lips of his friend and smiles as he sees the mouth stop stammering and stuttering and then just close flatly. He takes Danny's hand in both of his and kisses it.
Jackson had great parents and wanted for nothing but inside at times felt hollow; somehow incomplete. His best friend Danny knew what he was going through and was there for him. Often in Jackson's life he pressed himself too far and too fast and was unable to cope with the expectations he had of himself and others had of him. He would spend the night at Danny's and sometimes when near exhaustion and quietly in the dark, they would just talk. He would confide in Danny his fears and would let himself go, crying and finding consolation in Danny's arms in the same bed. He didn't care that Danny was gay. He loved Danny and Danny loved him and they would always be there for each other. He liked it when Danny held him and he was safe and could sleep soundly. He felt safe and content. He felt whole in those moments. His own internal issues would dismiss the other feelings he had and focus on the 'brotherhood' but, he knew. He couldn't bring himself to accept that he might also like guys. As time went on his and Danny's friendship continued to grow and he began to notice that sometimes when he and Danny shared a bed that Danny would be pressed into him and be 'excited' but he chalked it up to morning time. One time when Danny thought he was asleep Danny muttered 'I love you Jackson Whitmore' into his back as Danny held him. He tried to ignore it. Not any more.
"Danny, it's okay. I know. I think I've known for a while. When you came and found me at Derek's..." He feels the hand he is holding start and he just squeezes it tighter. "When you came and found me I saw what you did. I know you think I was out but I saw it. I heard you too. When I couldn't see I felt you holding me and I knew then I was was going to be all right. I knew you cared."
Tears are streaming down Danny's tanned cheeks as he grabs Jackson's hands in his own. His heart is aching it is pounding so hard at the memories of the past few days. The uncertainty and the fear of losing Jackson. He knew he couldn't take him to the hospital because of the nature of his wounds. His autopilot kicked in and he knew he had to care for his friend himself. He turns his eyes away from Jackson in embarrassment but he feels his hands being pulled down he looks back to his friend.
Danny sees the emotion in his friend's eyes and knows what he is hearing is the truth. Jackson knew. Danny starts to cry.
"Oh, Jax! When I saw what happened to you my heart broke. I screamed and I fought and I..." He sobs. He is reliving the moment and Jackson sees the pain on Danny's face and starts to weep seeing Danny hurting.
"It's okay, Danny. You saved me. You took care of me. Look at me. Not a mark on me." Jackson says trying to console his friend. His Danny.
Danny turns and looks at Jackson to see the raised eyebrow and smirk on his face and laughs despite the tears. "Are you serious? You look like hell," he replies thanks spreading through him at seeing how he was the one being taken care of now in that moment. "Except for your hair."
"What's wrong with my hair?" Jackson asks concerned.
When he and Jackson both made the Lacrosse team he felt their bond grow stronger. They were both good players with Jackson being slightly better but that didn't bother Danny. With Jackson as captain and his best friend, Danny was happy. He basked in the knowledge that the best looking boy in school, the captain of the Lacrosse team, was his best friend and that friend loved him. He and Jax always told each other they loved the other but it was meant in that special way that brothers from different mothers do. Danny had black hard-to-tame hair, cocoa colored eyes and had a year round tan and Jackson was white, creamy white, with sapphire eyes and perfect dark blond hair that never seemed to be out of place. Danny chuckles at that thought. Even now, laying in his bed after being attacked by a werewolf Jackson's hair has remained basically perfect. Jackson's 'bed head' was like that of a model that had worked for hours to make it look that way. Jackson was perfect to Danny. He loved him.
"Really, Jax? You get attacked by a werewolf, which you asked for I might add. I drag your bloody and beaten ass out of that fire-trap and play Florence Nightingale for the past few days wondering if you are going to live and you are worried about your hair?" he asks mockingly.
He is met with a raised eyebrow and that sideways smirk that makes him warm all over. He raises an eyebrow in return and tries to make the same smirk, failing miserably.
They both laugh at that, Jackson saying "Ow!" and "No, stop!" when his laughs cause him to catch in pain. It is perfect and it is good. Here Danny was with his Jax in bed sharing each other's laughs and care.
Jackson stops laughing and grows still with a warm smile on his face and in his eyes. He looks at the warm brown eyes of the boy above him as that boy too stops laughing and looks down into the pale blue eyes looking up at him.
The air seems to grow still and time freezes as all sound leaves the room. Jackson puts his hand behind Danny's neck and slowly pulls it towards him, wetting his own lips with his tongue.
Danny also licks his lips without thinking and feels the world rushing up his spine to ignite fire in his mind. He slowly lowers his mouth against Jackson's, his hand resting against the blond's chest as he feels the hand on his neck draw up pressing them closer.
Jackson moans as he feels the hot mouth press into his and delicately at first, then increasing in urgency, make its way over and under and across his.
Their breathing becomes one. Danny is breathing in Jackson and Jackson is breathing in Danny. Their mouths become a connection to their souls. Their lips become a connection to their hearts. Their tongues become a connection to their groins.
Jackson feels himself getting hard and smiles into the mouth pressing against his realizing he isn't wearing any clothes under the soft sheets of Danny's bed.
To Be Continued... if you like it...
(This is my first story here and my first FF since I was a kid back in the day. I banged it out in about 2 hours so it isn't perfect and my 'dialog grammar' needs work and of course I still struggle with present and past tense finding I keep mixing them unsure what I want as I flow onto the keyboard my story. In this story I have tried to keep everything as present with memories and things in the past as past... forgive if I missed a verb or two. I had my Mac read it back to me and found a lot but c'est la vie.
I have a lot more planned for this story as this just barely starts the Dax line and we haven't even got to Sterek or what happened at Derek's house! Let me know what you think just be kind if you hate it... :D)