Title: Continuous Mistakes
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters
Spoilers: None
Summary: What happened the night that Jackson got drunk, What if he blamed a certain person for his misery and decided to confront them?
Warnings: Underage Drinking, Graphic Male/Male, Swearing
Hope you enjoy!
Jackson took another violent swig of the bottle that was grasped tightly in his hand. He carelessly wiped the spilled liquid from his mouth, taking another swig when he was finished.
He laughed to himself when he noticed the empty beer bottles that were thrown on the ground around him. He looked at the broken equipment on the floor, earlier he had got irritated with missing every shot and had thrown his beer bottle at the tree in anger.
He was Jackson Whittemore, the best lacrosse player on the team and he couldn't even hit a simple shot. What was wrong with him, Jackson gulped a big swig of the vodka. He knew what was wrong with him, Scott McCall was his problem.
The stupid prick had been a nobody only a couple of months ago, no one even knew his name let alone admired his lacrosse skills. He didn't deserve to be the best, Jackson had always had that title, he deserved it.
Scott didn't stay up until late to train or wake up at 5.00 AM each morning to go for a jog just to make sure that he kept in shape. No that was all Jackson, because Jackson cared, he cared about being the best and to have everybody know it. Why should he be nice to Scott and let the scrawny kid onto the team with open arms?
Scott was keeping something from the team, something big and Jackson was going to figure that out. All he knew was that suddenly Scott comes into school one day with super human strength, he couldn't even catch the ball in a net a couple of months ago. Nobody can learn skills like that over night, Jackson knew this as he had been practicing since he was little. This McCall was using something and that freak Derek Hale was helping him.
''Derek Hale'', Jackson mumbled to himself. He shook his head in disgust at the name.
Perhaps he should confront this Derek Hale and see what's really going on. After all Scott wasn't going to tell him.
Jackson gulped down the remaining contents of the bottle, before throwing it a tree. It crashed to the ground with a loud bang, glass shattered everywhere. Jackson didn't care, it was the least of his problems.
He turned to the opposite direction and stared into the forest behind him. He knew the Derek guy lived in that creepy ass house in the middle of the forest. Hell he had even tried to convince Danny and the boys to break into it one afternoon. Of cause they were having none of it, being the scared little dicks they were. He liked his friends, hell he even loved them as his own brothers, especially Danny but sometimes they were just intolerable.
Jackson started to walk towards the forest, swaying side ways as he did. He couldn't even remember how much he had drank but he didn't care. He liked the feeling of not being completely conscious, it made his decisions easier.
Jackson held onto a tree branch for support when he came to the end of the forest. He stared at the destroyed, filthy house in front of him. It made him feel worthy knowing he clearly had more money then this Derek bloke, it made him feel more powerful.
He started pacing towards the house, almost tripping over his own feet when he reached the door, not realizing there were steps.
Jackson didn't bother to knock, he just clumsily kicked the door open with his foot. He had to grab the door to keep himself upright.
''DEREK HALE!'', He yelled into the dark room.
He smirked to himself, feeling incredibly confident, he didn't know what he was going to do but all he knew was that this Derek bloke was getting a piece of his mind.
After not hearing anything reply back to him, Jackson started for the stairs, holding onto the barrister to help himself. Once he reached the top, he stared down at the dark hallway. There were only two doors.
''Eenie meenie miney mo'', he giggled to himself, choosing between the doors.
His finger landed on the nearest door. He walked towards it, reaching his hand out to feel for the door knob. There wasn't one, it seemed to be missing from the door, the place was a complete mess.
He pushed the door open slowly with his hand, and peered inside. Like the rest of the house (If you could call it that) the room was dark and dingy. Jackson searched the wall for a light switch, he was actually surprised to find one. He clicked the switch on and covered his eyes when he met the bright light.
Jackson glanced around the room warily, it was empty.
''Stupid prick, can't even fight me'', He grumbled to himself.
Jackson continued to glance around the room, his eyes landed on a large double bed that was in the middle of the room, pushed up against a damp stained wall. The bed seemed to be the only normal thing in the house, It looked new. Although it did have blue covers with dark stains on it.
'The man couldn't even buy himself new sheets', Jackson thought.
He wondered around the room before finally sitting down on the edge of the bed. He would wait for Derek to come home and then he would embrace his anger.
He wasn't waiting long when he heard a noise coming from downstairs. He listened to hard footsteps climbing the stairs and made himself ready.
The door was suddenly pushed open and there he stood. Derek Hale.
The older man stared at him intently for a while before finally stepping inside the room. He pushed the door closed behind him.
''De-rek Ha-le'', Jackson said drunkenly.
Derek never taking his eyes off the boy, stalked towards him.
''What the hell are you doing here?'', he asked Jackson with a fierce snarl.
Jackson smirked at the man, pretending he didn't hear the man's threatening voice.
''I'v-e come to t-alk'', Jackson told him.
Derek continued to look Jackson over.
''Your pissed'', he replied, not accusing Jackson more of pointing out the obvious.
Jackson giggled, turning himself onto his side to laugh into the duvet.
''I suggest you go now kid before things turn bad'', Derek warned.
Jackson stood up he stalked over to the older man, pushing his face into his.
''Oh Yeah, An-d what are you go-ing to do eh?'', Jackson asked.
Derek stared into his face before Jackson felt his feet go from underneath him. He landed with a thud onto the bed. Jackson moaned in pain, before his expression turned sour. He wasn't going to take this. He pulled himself up and swayed a fist in Derek's direction.
He didn't get far before he was on his back again, laying on the bed. Suddenly there was a heavy weight on top of him and he was staring into Derek's eyes.
''Look kid, I really don't want to hurt you-'', Derek began, before he was interrupted by another attempt from Jackson to punch him.
Derek grabbed Jackson's arms and held them above his head. Jackson squirmed underneath him, trying to unlock himself from Derek's grasp. It was useless as the older man was alot stronger.
Derek smirked to himself, ''Well, your consistent, I'll give you that'', he complimented Jackson.
''Fuck You'', Jackson spat into his face.
Derek let loose one of his hands that was holding Jackson, he easily kept Jackson pinned with one hand while he used the other to wipe the salvia from his face.
''You really shouldn't have done that'', Derek growled.
Jackson braced himself for the blow. It never came, instead a pair of warm lips were struck down to his. Derek was kissing him.
Jackson tried to pull away but Derek was too strong. He suddenly found himself kissing back, making the bond stronger.
Jackson entwined his fingers into Derek's hair, pulling the man down further to deepen the kiss.
Derek pushed his lips into Jackson's harder, it was rough and messy but completely hot. Jackson felt a warm hand sliding up his side and smoothing his torso. He decides to slide his own hand up Derek's shirt to touch the man's bare back.
Derek pulls Jackson's top up, Jackson sits up slightly to help the man get it off. Jackson watches as Derek removed his own top. They both stare at each others muscular naked torsos before Jackson pushes his lips back up to Derek's. Derek responds by kissing back, this time pushing his tongue into Jackson's mouth. Jackson moans into Derek's mouth.
Jackson moans again when he feels Derek sliding a hand down his thigh through his jeans. He helps the man to take them off and this time helps to remove Derek's too. All that's between them now is their boxers.
Derek nibbles Jackson's lip before sliding down his torso to press hungry kisses over his body. Jackson feels a slight wave of anticipation when the older man reaches the top of his boxers. Derek pulls at the waist band before sliding them off. Jackson is now completely naked.
Jackson watches as the other man removes his underwear and suddenly feels excited. He watches the other man lean across him to pick up something on the floor. Jackson stares at the bottle of lube in Derek's hand.
''Are you sure you want to do this Jackson'', Derek asks in a much softer tone, Jackson has never heard the man speak this lightly before, hes not sure Derek himself has heard him speak this softly.
Jackson nods, unable to speak with his dried mouth. He can feel his straining erection waiting for release.
Jackson allows Derek to turn him over so that he is laid face down on his stomach. Derek pushes his knees up, spreading his legs. Derek coaxes his fingers in lube before finally pushing one inside Jackson. Jackson tenses up, afraid of the pain, he manages to push Derek back out.
He suddenly feels a soft hand smoothing his thigh comfortingly.
''You have to relax Jackson'', Derek says softly.
Jackson nods into the pillow, Derek sees this as encouragement and tries again. He squirts more lube onto his finger and circles Jackson's entrance before dipping inside. Jackson tries to keep still and allows Derek to add a second finger.
Derek moves his fingers inside of Jackson, opening him up. Jackson starts to moan as pleasure overtakes the pain. He pushes his hips up to meet Derek's fingers and starts to move with them. Jackson groans when Derek pulls his fingers out.
''You ready?'', Derek asks.
''Yes, just hurry up Derek'', Jackson replies needing more friction.
Derek smirks, smoothing his cock with lube, he makes sure there is a load on there before lining himself up with Jackson's hole. Jackson pushes his hips back impatiently.
Derek like the encouragement and thrusts into Jackson slowly. Jackson moans out load when Derek pushes all the way in.
Derek allows the man time to get used to the new feeling before thrusting in and out slowly. They gain a quicker pace and Jackson moves his hips in time with Derek's thrusts. Now both men are moaning in unison. Jackson doesn't think he will be able to last long when Derek hits his prostate with each thrust.
Derek smoothes Jackson's erect cook with his hand, going in time with each thrust. Jackson doesn't last. He releases into Derek's hand, riding his orgasm with each thrust. Derek soon comes after him, emptying inside of Jackson. They both stay in the position, panting with each other.
Finally Derek pulls out of Jackson and turns the man back over so that they are lying next to one another.
''That was-'', Derek begins.
''Amazing'', Jackson finishes his sentence.
Derek smiles in agreement before pulling Jackson into his arms so that the younger man is leaning on his shoulder. Derek smoothed Jackson's arm with his hand and soon enough they both fall asleep, tired from the activity.
Next morning
Jackson awakes from the bright sun shining down on him, he begins to open his eyes but closes them again with a grunt. He places his hands over his head to calm the throbbing pain. How much had he drank last night? He knew he really didn't want to know the answer.
He opens his eyes again and this time takes in his surroundings, he was in a small room with damp stained blue wall paper. Where the hell was he? What did he do last night?
Jackson sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes with his hands, he lets his head rest in his hands for a while, before something disturbs him. He heard someone snoring lightly.
Jackson turned his head around, he was looking down at a sleeping Derek Hale.
Jackson opened his mouth a couple of times before closing it, he had no idea what to say or do. What the hell was he doing in a bed with Derek Hale.
Jackson placed his head back in his hands again before sliding back down to lay on his back. He watched the ceiling for a while, allowing regret to wash over him.
Hope that was okay and not too dirty :P I feel a bit weird for writing that but its done now :D Anyway tell me what you think ;) Thanks for reading x