Jackson finally finds himself giving in to Cora after travelling to Las Vegas where John and Peter married to help Isaac and Danny after they unexpectedly run into each other there...

A/N - an excerpt from the final chapter of Damaged Goods where Cora propositions Jackson to get you in sync:

"Fuck!" Jackson whispered as he stopped and Cora slammed into him. She braced herself with a hand on his shoulder.

"What?" She questioned, looking around him. "Oh." She said as she saw Isaac and Danny on the porch.

"Yeah, oh." Jackson says. He steps back slowly and quietly and Cora follows his lead. She watches them though.

"They're beautiful aren't they?" The question is out before she realises she's spoken it aloud.

"Got a thing for gay porn little girl?" Jackson asks her sarcastically.

It's new, his calling her 'little girl', Cora both hates and likes it. "I do, it's hot. They're hot." She says with a jerk of her head at the two guys fucking on the front porch.

Isaac was working Danny over good she saw. She knew Isaac was hurting so she was glad he was on top so to speak.

"They are and it can be, like most porn if it's done right." Jackson concurred and Cora gaped at him.

"Are you gay or bi or something?" She asked him now.

"No. Why?" He answered her.

"Because most guys, most straight guys wouldn't admit to having watched gay porn, let alone admit that it has arousing properties." She knows she sounds like a psychologist or something but doesn't care right now. This subject was way too interesting to pass up.

"I'm not most guys. My best friend is gay you know." His sarcasm is very dry.

Continuing to watch Isaac and Danny, Cora only nods.

"When you add the lack of emotional support Danny grew up with, especially once his sister left home, well he's only ever had me. I wasn't going to let him down too." Cora does look at Jackson now.

This was the Jackson she was falling for. It was a pity he was rarely seen. But now that he was here, she had a proposition for him.

"So hey, you're not eighteen until between Halloween and Thanksgiving right?"

Jackson looked at her with a frown but nodded. "Okay, are you interested in deflowering me before you're eighteen then?" She asks him bluntly.

"What. The. Fuck?" Jackson says to her, enunciating each word as its own sentence.

"I'm a virgin, I don't want to be a virgin, but I want someone who knows what they're doing to get rid of it for me. I guess I could just shove a dildo up there or something, but it's not the same you know?"

She watched Jackson's face redden before he turned away and ignored her.

"Dammit, I thought you had more balls Whittemore." She muttered before turning her gaze to Isaac and Danny again. She watched as Isaac came over Danny's back and then they settled down for a few minutes.

Then she watched as they stood and dressed and went inside. Shaking her head she left Jackson staring after her.

It was the sighing that woke him. Tiny little breaths of sound, cutting off abruptly almost like hiccups. Jackson lay still, his breath caught in his throat as he listened to Cora. There was a slight rustle of bedding, then he heard it. Wet, squelching flesh. His eyes flew open in the darkness though he managed to keep himself from moving and let his breath out slowly, even as his lungs burned for air.

Cora was masturbating.

Her scent drifted to him, faintly salty, a little tangy and somehow sweet at the same time. Jackson was smelling her sex. The deepest, most intimate part of her.

And he wanted more.

Sitting up abruptly, he swung his legs to the side of the bed and sat with his head down, elbows on his knees and his hands dangling. He could feel his own cock pushing against the briefs he'd kept on in addition to his pyjama pants. Usually he just wore the pyjama pants, not both.

Cora had paused, pretending to be asleep. Jackson knew she had at least one hand on her pussy, he'd bet it was vibrating, quivering in need under her now still fingers. He grinned to himself a little. He really was a shit for teasing her like this. It didn't stop him from getting up and going to the bathroom to relieve himself though.

Deliberately leaving the bathroom light on and the door open, he sauntered back toward the double beds. He could see Isaac passed out in a drunken coma beside Cora and shook his head. Instead of going to his own bed though, he stood beside Cora and Isaac's on Cora's side.

His shadow fell over Cora's body, leaving her face bare. Jackson stared at her for a few moments before he knelt down and slid his hands under the blankets. Cora flinched a little when his fingers found her arm. She shivered when they ghosted over her stomach and her hip. She outright body trembled when Jackson cupped her sex, touching her over her own hand and underwear.

Tugging lightly, Jackson breathed in Cora's need, his own need, as he pulled Cora around until she was sideways on the bed. Then, before she knew where she was, he yanked her swiftly so her ass was right at the edge of the bed, her head flat now. The top of it touching Isaac's buttocks as he lay dead to the world.

Watching as Cora lifted her head, Jackson moved deliberately. Pushing her slender legs apart, pulling up her ankles until her feet were on his shoulders, spreading her knees. "Well, that is handy." Jackson murmured quietly as he saw the bows holding Cora's lace panties together on her hip, one side already undone from where she had been playing with herself.

He tugged on a string and then slowly, taunting Cora really, he slid the scrap of lace off her altogether. He enjoyed watching the way her body quaked, so sensitive as the cloth moved across it. Leaving it on the bed, Jackson looked up into her eyes now. "You win." He said softly as he leaned his head down and opened his mouth on Cora's clit.

Her whole body jerked, thrusting up as he tongued her stiff button of pleasure. It was already swollen. Hard from her own previous ministrations, but it grew more so under his. Opening like a flower bud. Jackson could feel her gushing against his chin. A cut-off moan makes him look up. Cora has a hand across her mouth, stopping her noises.

That wouldn't do. "He's passed out drunk, and I want your noises. You asked me for this, I deserve your noises." Jackson pulled Cora's hand away. "Besides, you need your hands here." So saying, he grabbed for Cora's other hand and pulled them both to her body, down over her hips to her sex. "Hold yourself open for me, I want to see all of you."

"Jackson!" Cora's gasped whisper, full of shock, need and desire set his blood thrumming in his veins. It had been a long time since his name had been called out like that. Her fingers moved, pulling on her outer lips, opening her own body to be plundered by him.

Grinning, Jackson looked up at her. Cora had her head up, now resting fully on Isaac's body, using him as a pillow, her eyes were wide, fixed completely on Jackson. So completely she couldn't tell that Isaac was awake and watching them.

Jackson froze for a second before he kept going. If Isaac was bothered, he'd have already done something. Letting Cora lay her head on him was tantamount to permission to carry on as far as Jackson was concerned. Still though, neither of them had seen him move, because he was now on his back, Cora's head on his thigh.

That worried him a little, it told him he'd been wrapped up in Cora, her arousal, his own arousal, far more than he'd thought. A little voice tells him to stop, but Cora's breathy voice calling his name helps him ignore it.

Cora was wet, her salty, tangy, musky smell inflaming Jackson's own need. Leaning back down, he licked her, drinking her down as her taste exploded on his tongue. Swallowing again, Jackson rolled his tongue and circled her clit, not touching it, but touching everything around it. Beyond her finger's clenching a little, Cora didn't do anything, she let him play, stroke her, slap her with his tongue, simply glorying in Jackson's touch.

Pushing further forward, Jackson pushes his own clothing down, baring his cock to the cool air of the room. Stroking his thumb over the tip of it, he pulled his hand off and moved it up Cora's body. Pushing his thumb into her mouth, he let her suck on his taste as well. Her moans intensified and Jackson huffed a small laugh into Cora's own body as he heard Isaac's faint moan as he realised what Jackson had done.

A small devil sat on Jackson's shoulder and he couldn't help what he said next. "Do you like my taste Cora?"

"Yes." She moaned. "More." Jackson complied, this time painting her lips as his other hand began to tease her inner lips, making her unfurl even more, her pussy beginning to simply gape in need.

"Lick me off your lips. That's it. You've got perfect cock-sucking lips, I want to see them wrapped around me soon." Jackson murmured, forgetting Isaac now as he watched his thumb slide in and out of Cora's mouth, her tongue swirling around it suggestively

Looking back down, Jackson pushed his other hand into Cora, two fingers sliding slowly inside. She arched into his touch, pushing down, her legs pulling him closer to her body, demanding he come closer.

"Pushy." He laughed a little, his shoulders relaxing as he gave into her demand and pushed his chest against her sex, letting her grind on him, smearing her all over his pectorals. "Now, you know I'm going to make you lick yourself off me right?" He teased, not intending to, but Cora's gasp and resulting push on him as she ground right down made him realise she would do it happily. "Oh now, you like your own taste? I'm down with that, maybe I can watch you and your friend mess around one day? Don't think I haven't seen the way you two touch each other sometimes."

"How did..." Cora trailed off, her head thrashing on Isaac's leg as Jackson suddenly speared his fingers into her, hard and fast. Tilting them up and spreading them, he searched for that extra spongy piece of flesh that would make her go insane. And there it was, Cora surprised the hell out of him though by squirting at him as she came.

"Shit!" Jackson pushed his face down, letting her liquid bath him, his eyes closed and his mouth open as he let her come splash onto his skin and run in rivulets down his face and chest. A scratch on his elbow makes him aware of a condom being put on the bed and he takes it up, ignoring the fact that Isaac is awake and watching them. That he'd somehow obtained a condom and given it to Jackson.

"Jackson, Jackson please." Cora's pleading tone is matched by her hips as they undulate against him. She was nothing like he'd expected she'd be.

She was better.

Tearing into the wrapper, Jackson rolled it along his cock, kneeled up, and pushed inside Cora in a long thrust of his hips, brushing past the barrier of her virginity without stopping. Words wanted to spill from his mouth, words he'd never been able to say to Lydia. Filthy words of sex, about what he was going to do, what he wanted to do, what he wanted done to him.

Moving up and over Cora, Jackson braced himself on his hands, looking down into her sweating, flushed face. Stopping when his balls met her ass, he just looked at her. He didn't ask why him, he was past caring.

Licking his lips, he licked Cora off him, watching her watch him. "I want to see you squirt all over your girl's hair, I want to see you come all over her face and I want to lick it off." Jackson didn't let Cora answer him, leaning down he took her mouth, plunging his tongue inside her, sucking on hers and moving his hips in and out of her slick warmth.

She felt like heaven.

His feet planted awkwardly on the floor, Jackson took Cora's virginity in the dirtiest way he possibly could. Wanting to make it an experience she'd never forget without rubbing her legs together and wanting his cock inside her again. He wasn't small, not too long, but he was thick. His own fingers didn't meet around his girth when he held himself if he was hard.

"You like my fat cock in your wet pussy?" He growled as he pulled his head back and rubbed his body over hers, transferring her ejaculate to her own body too, making Cora wallow in her own pleasure as Jackson himself was.

"Yesss…" Cora strained against him, her legs twinging around to cross at the ankles, heels digging into his ass. Her hands reached between them and Jackson felt her knuckles as she brushed her clit, seeking another orgasm.

"That's it, touch yourself for me. Make yourself come on my cock so I can feel you." From the corner of his eye, Jackson saw Isaac pull back and roll off the bed, staggering as he grabbed clothes and fled the room. Shaking his head, Jackson pulled back and out of Cora and took advantage, pushing her further up on the bed so he could crawl onto it as well.

Sinking back in, he stayed on his knees, watching his cock sink into her virgin pussy through the shadow left from the bathroom light. His balls were drawing up, Cora's wetness and clenching muscles insisting on his orgasm.

But her face stopped him in his tracks. She was crying. Biting his lip, Jackson let himself fall down, lying on Cora as he moved back inside her grasping body. "Shh, it's okay. They're just sex words." He goes to say more but she stops him.

"No, I'm good, that's why. Because it's good, you're good, making me feel good." Cora hugged him, pulling him down onto her body. Jackson let himself go. Lying on her as he felt his cock pulsing inside her body and her whole body vibrating around him.

Cradling Cora to him, he raised on this elbows and looked down at her, checking she was in fact okay. Seeing that she was, he grinned a little and pulled her up with him as he knelt up again. "Ride me." He said as he settled her across his spread legs.

Eyes crossing as Cora sank back down on his cock, Jackson let his head tilt back in pleasure. Cora's low moan echoed his own. Her arms wound around his shoulders and her hips circled, her body grasping him in different ways as she found out what she liked.

Jackson's hands moved to Cora's breasts, high and firm, the nipples a dark pinkish brown, they were drawn tight and beaded, waiting for his touch. Ghosting his thumbs over them, Jackson smirked in delight as Cora hissed and arched her back, pushing down on his cock even more. Ducking his head, Jackson took one into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it as he began to pinch the other one lightly, rolling it in his fingers.

Another moan comes from Cora as she finds her rhythm, drawing Jackson in as well. Biting down firmer on Cora's nipple before letting it fall out of his mouth, Jackson wound his arms around Cora's body, stroking up and down her smooth back before giving in and slapping her ass. Just once, it was her first time after all. But she had a gorgeous ass, he'd been eying it more and more since she'd propositioned him during the summer.

Holding her tightly now, Jackson pulled her hard against him, flexing his abdominals he focuses and pushes up inside her tight sheath as she pushes down. "Play with your clit for me." He mutters against her chest as he feels his balls draw up, hugging his body as they bloat with semen.

A gasping yes floats across Jackson's short hair as he feels Cora's knuckles on his pubic bone, brushing against his hair sexily as she touches herself, bringing her own orgasm closer. Knees killing him, Jackson ignores it as he shudders through his orgasm, wishing fleetingly that he was coming inside Cora bare, leaving his seed behind to mark her as his even if no one but the two of them would know it.

He flinched, cock sensitive, even though it was sheathed as Cora tightened even more around him, shaking now herself. "Fuck." Cora muttered as she stopped moving on his cock. Jackson grunted an agreement.

Letting himself go, he braced a hand on the bed and let Cora down gently, her body releasing his with reluctance. Jackson jerked as her outer lips kissed his cock lovingly as he finally left her warmth. "You're so thick." She said, her voice a croaking whisper as Jackson slid to the edge of the bed and pulled off the condom, standing to take it to the bathroom.

Wrapping it in tissue paper, he scrunched it up and tossed it in the bin. Then he bent over and switched on the taps in the bathtub. Lydia hadn't been a virgin when they'd had sex. Jackson had been the virgin.

Danny however had once been a virgin on the receiving end and he'd mentioned a bath helping. Jackson figured it wasn't that different. "I'm running a bath for you, it's supposed to help or something." Jackson called to Cora. He looked at the various bottles but left them, remembering his mother saying something about sensitive skin being irritated by the perfumes and what not in that sort of stuff after she'd had an accident and was scraped up a few years ago.

Leaving the water running, with nothing added, Jackson padded back into the bedroom. Cora was standing and staring at the bed with a frown. "Where did Isaac go?" She turned to Jackson. "He was there wasn't he?"

"He took off when I put my cock in you." Jackson didn't mention him being awake before, or having the presence of mind to supply a condom.

"Crap." Cora swore again and then looked at him. "This was just tonight right? I mean, we're not a thing or anything right? Not boyfriend and girlfriend I mean?" She looked so damn hot, standing there naked, her own come sticking to her body, her hair a sweaty mess. Jackson already knew that he wanted more.

But Cora apparently didn't. Shrugging, he turned back to the bathroom. "That's what you offered when you propositioned me Princess. If you want more, that's up to you."

Turning away, he went back into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Before he could switch it on however, Cora followed him into the bathroom and spoke. "Would you bathe with me?"

Biting his lip, Jackson closed his eyes for a second. "Sure."

Sitting in the hot water, he is surprised Cora settles in against his chest. Reclining on him, her hands wrapping around his thighs as she sighs contentedly. They lay together quietly, Cora adjusting herself occasionally, letting the water inside to sooth her. Jackson is tranquil, surprising as he'd not expected to feel anything other than irritated and put upon. But Cora did that to him he was beginning to realise. She let him be at peace with himself.

"Jackson?" She asked quietly.

"Hmm?" He answered as he lolled, eyes closed, letting the water relax him too.

"What if I do want more than tonight?"

Muscles tensing, Jackson opened his eyes. Looking down at the vulnerable curve of Cora's neck where it met her shoulder, her hair shoved in a clip on top of her head Jackson thought carefully about it. "I want more, you were amazing. But… I'm not sure about being full on you know. I… Lydia-"

Cora interrupted him when he said Lydia's name. "I know. What if, what if we date, be together and just maybe see where it goes? Not even be exclusive. I mean," Cora pushed forward and turned herself around, leaning back against the other end of the tub now so they could watch each other. "Were you serious about Erica?" She quirked a brow and smiled seductively. Jackson felt his cock harden.

"Was I right? I wasn't sure." Jackson felt his interest pick up even more.

"Kind of." Cora breathed in deep and let her breath out slowly. "Her boyfriend Boyd?" Jackson nodded, he was on the lacrosse team, huge and quiet. "He um, he's a little kinky. He likes to watch."

"Watch Erica with other people?" Cora nodded. "How does Erica feel about that?"

"She's good, she's into being watched. I'm kind of envious that they've discovered what they like with sex so early you know?" Cora shook her head at her thoughts, as if wiping them away.

"You can experiment with me and yeah, if there's a possibility I get to get it on with you and her? I'm so in."

"Well, they set rules and stuff, like you wouldn't be able to have sex with her I don't think."

"I'm down with that part, if I can touch and watch you two and fuck you while you're eating her or something. Although…her eating us while I fuck you?" Jackson grabbed the soap in the dish and began to wash himself off before stepping out of the bath and rinsing off in the shower. "That I'd definitely like."

"And you're okay with Boyd watching?" Cora asked as she followed him, the tub draining quietly.

"As long as there isn't anything being filmed and they aren't going to go spreading stuff around."

"They won't, don't worry."

Jackson grabbed up his discarded clothing and tossed his briefs onto his luggage, pulling on his pyjama bottoms before falling back into bed. He reached for his charging phone as Cora came in and pulled on some less sexy underwear along with a tank. She flopped onto the bed beside Jackson as he texted to Isaac that he could return if he wished.

Awhile later, his sleep is disturbed by Isaac climbing over him in bed, muttering about the other one smelling too much. Jackson rolled over toward Cora, giving Isaac room. He went back to sleep, finding himself winding his arms around Cora as she snuggled into him.

The next morning when he wakes, he's sandwiched between the two of them, his erection pushing into Isaac's ass now and Cora stroking him slowly. Rolling his eyes a little, Jackson pushes into her hand, not realising at first he's pushing onto Isaac as well.

"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Isn't that the saying?" Isaac said as he turned over. Sleepy eyes running down the front of Jackson's body as Cora continues to stroke his cock. Narrowing his own eyes, Jackson nodded. "Okay, well then. If you want that to be the case, stop fucking around in front of me or I'm telling dad!" he said, landing a brief kiss, with a sneaky swipe of his tongue directly on Jackson's lush lips before jumping out of the bed and slamming the bathroom door.

Jackson found himself on his back laughing so hard he cried, Cora beside him doing the same.

A/N - I hope you enjoy each chapter as it comes to the surface of my imagination and gets published. I have several chapters planned, one more written and another started. By all means let me know if there is something I've alluded to but never wrote in any of the prior stories.

I've already confirmed in review answers that I'll be doing San Francisco for Derek and Stiles and that kink. I've also been asked for a John/Trevor along with a Peter/Nathanial which I had also planned to do and for a Trevor/Nathanial which is a lovely compliment as they're both OC's and yes I'll do that too.

Not to mention that epilogue that I've yet to publish for Isaac and Danny.

Hit me up and lets see how our minds sync...