Author's Note:

I don't own Teen Wolf, I don't make any money off this. This story has (or will have very soon) some graphic male/male sex, some of the guys may be underage, so if any of that is not your thing, I hope you find a different story to get some Holiday cheer from.

This is a special gift, to an amazing and creative and talented writer who has always supported me. I hope that its everything that she wanted, this is just the first part, the second part is coming tomorrow. It's a quick two chapter story.

It's a thank you for, somehow, even unintentionally, capturing perfectly the confusing duality that I live with every day of my life.

Merry Christmas, you'll get the rest of this tomorrow (or later today or whatever, soon).

I won't say who the prompt was for, but they know, and I know. Here was what they wrote:

Derek/Jackson/Stiles

Jackson's been pining over the boy he left when Derek claimed him as a mate so Derek gets Jackson exactly what he wants for Christmas, Stiles in a bow! Maybe Derek wants that too. Maybe Stiles is the missing piece. Maybe they have sex under the Christmas tree!

You're going to get all of that, and maybe a little bit more, but hopefully you love it all.


Jackson stood outside in the falling snow. He was looking longingly at a house across the street from him. Snowflakes caught on his eyelashes; he closed his eyes and shook his head to dislodge them. He shook the snowflakes free successfully but he couldn't free himself from the memories quite so easily.

A year ago exactly, he had been in the front yard of the house he was looking at. Stiles had wanted to make a snowman. Jackson thought it was lame but he did what Stiles wanted because he loved him. They built the snowman, it had been malformed. One of its button eyes had been crooked. Stiles had poked him with the carrot they were going to use as the nose and broke it before they got to put it on. Stiles had frowned, looked so sad until Jackson kissed his cheek, warmed Stiles's skin with his hot breath.

Jackson opened his eyes; there was no snowman in the yard. The sheriff's car wasn't in the driveway. He wondered if they had gone out of town to visit family. No lights seemed to be on. It was early Christmas morning, perhaps Stiles was just asleep, alone. That would have been sad, for Stiles to be in his bed, not getting up because he didn't have anything to share with anyone on Christmas morning.

Last Christmas, that had been the last night Jackson had spent with Stiles, the last night he had kissed those soft lips, the last night he had spent curled warmly together. He'd taken Stiles's virginity that night. The very next day Derek had come for Jackson, made him a werewolf, and in so doing cemented the bond that had started with the claws in the back of his neck.

Derek told him he didn't know it was going to happen, hadn't ever heard any stories about it from his family. Jackson didn't regret Derek claiming him. Derek gave Jackson exactly what he needed, even if it wasn't precisely always what he wanted. Most of the time that was enough, but today it wasn't.

He saw Stiles fleetingly at school and over the summer. They never talked about what happened after Jackson had told him that he belonged to Derek now. Stiles had looked crushed, like Jackson had ripped his heart out of his chest and bit into it while staring him right in the face. In a way he probably had. Stiles had just said, "You can't choose who you love right?" That had been the last meaningful series of words they'd exchanged. Every conversation after that was tight, forced, and utterly vacant of any substance.

Jackson shook more snow from his hair, he had no idea how long he had been watching Stiles's house. He'd been there when the sun had come up, had been there for hours before the sky started to lighten. As bad as it was for Jackson, at least he had Derek. He wondered if Stiles had anyone, tried to ignore the stinging pain in his heart the thought brought him.

Jackson was startled when his phone rang. He reached into his pocket, pulled it out. Derek was calling him. He hadn't expected to hear from Derek today. They were together, but they didn't exactly live in each other's space every moment of every day. They were happy, Jackson was happy; it was just sometimes he thought he was missing something.

"Hello?" Jackson said after bringing the phone to his ear.

"Hey," Derek said, "What are you doing today?"

Short and to the point, Jackson smiled, that was Derek to the letter. "I'm being an emo teenager, how about you?" Derek didn't respond right away, must have caught the trembling of Jackson's heart that gave away more of his emotions than he would have liked.

"Are you ok?" Derek asked.

Jackson grinned, Derek was terrible at doing the 'let's talk about how we feel' stuff. It was perfect because Jackson was terrible at it too. "I'm doing better now that you're checking up on me."

"If you don't have any plans, I'd like you to come over." Derek said.

There was something off about his voice, Jackson had heard Derek be furious, had heard Derek be tender, if he didn't know better he'd think that Derek sounded nervous. "Are you ok?" Jackson asked.

"Yes." Derek said.

Jackson heard the thump-skip-thump in Derek's heartbeat that meant Derek was lying. Derek had to know that Jackson knew. Derek had trained him to be all the werewolf he could be, was proud of how far he had come considering he was a bitten and not born wolf. Derek told Jackson that he was born to be a werewolf, born to be with him. He'd been right on both accounts, and he forgave the few moments of weakness where Jackson regretted leaving behind his normal human life, and the normal human boy he had briefly come to love before Derek turned him.

"I'm on my way," Jackson said, "I was taking a walk; it'll take me an hour or so to get back to my car and make it over there."

"Take your time," Derek said. There was a brief pause where they listened to each other breathing. "Jackson?"

"Yeah?" Jackson asked.

"I can't wait to see you." Derek said right before he disconnected the line.

Jackson whistled to himself. Derek wasn't normally so vocal about how he felt. Jackson knew, knew in every touch, every kiss, every breath that Derek desperately loved him. They just never talked about it. Jackson had told Derek he loved him once. Derek hadn't said anything, just tightened his arms around Jackson's waist and kissed the back of his hair. It was enough.

Tomorrow was technically going to be their one year anniversary. Perhaps Derek was getting sentimental. Jackson chuckled to himself as he brushed the snow out of his hair with his gloved hand. Stranger things had happened, he couldn't think of any off the top of his head, but he was relatively sure they had.

He didn't quite jog back to his car, but he walked with a purpose, swift strides that ate the distance quickly and brought him back to the silver car he had parked a couple blocks from Stiles's house. He didn't look back as he walked away, wasn't sure he'd be able to keep walking if he did.

His car wasn't exactly meant to handle the unexpected amount of snow that Beacon Hills had gotten, but Jackson was an excellent driver. He tried to be excellent at everything he did, it was who he was. He navigated the roads in town with ease, the roads leading towards Derek's house on the edge of town weren't quite as simple but he made it in once piece.

Jackson took a deep breath before shutting the car off. Derek was standing on the porch of his house, his normal black leather jacket had been traded in for a longer black coat that came down to his knees, faded grey jeans visible below it. Derek took Jackson's breath away every time he saw him. He was gorgeous, confidant, and powerful.

He climbed out of the car, walked carefully over the tightly packed snow and ice. Derek had finished having his house rebuilt over the summer. Looking at the roof Jackson noticed a small trail of smoke coiling from the chimney. Jackson wanted to cover his cold nose with his hands, breath into the space to warm his face, but he didn't want to show any weakness in front of Derek. He wanted Derek to think of him as being strong and able to handle anything, even if it wasn't true just yet. It was curious that Derek was standing outside on the porch waiting for him rather than waiting inside.

"Hey," Jackson said as he came up on the porch, tucking his gloved hands into the pockets of the coat he was wearing.

Derek didn't say anything, watched his eyes, listened to his heart, and smelled the air to assess his mood. It was surreal sometimes even though he'd been living with the behavior for a year. He watched Derek calmly, in his mind thinking over and over again 'I am the master of my own emotions'. It was probably stupid but it helped focus him.

He stood impassively as Derek's hands came out of his pockets. Derek took a step forward and grasped the loose ends of the scarf Jackson was wearing, tugged lightly. Jackson let Derek pull him, reveled in the closeness. He loved the way Derek nuzzled lightly against his cheek before kissing him. It was a soft kiss, gentle, it was a rare pleasure.

Jackson smiled against Derek's lips; maybe he was getting sentimental about the upcoming date. Derek pulled back, Jackson opened his mouth to ask Derek why he had been standing outside but Derek placed a finger over his lips to silence him. Jackson kissed Derek's finger but otherwise remained quiet and still, waiting for whatever it was that Derek wanted to say.

"I'm not very good at this," Derek said, "At talking, about being open about what I think and how I feel."

Jackson's eyes widened in shock but he remained quiet. That admission alone was practically more than he'd ever gotten out of Derek in the past. It was who Derek was, Jackson accepted that, loved him because and in spite of it.

"You deserve more than that." Derek wasn't looking Jackson in the eyes; he was staring over his shoulder out into the forest. It made Jackson nervous; he was suddenly terrified that Derek was telling him that what they had was over. His heart twisted painfully in his chest. Derek sensed the fear, pulled him close and wrapped him up in his strong arms. "I'm not leaving you, I'm not strong enough for that. I got you something though; something that I hope can make this work better for you."

Jackson opened his mouth to protest, but the pain and memories of his morning trip to Stiles's house was too fresh in his mind, he was afraid that Derek might misinterpret whatever he said as a lie. Jackson was happy with Derek, the guy wasn't perfect, but Jackson had a shit load of baggage too.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," Derek said, "But I think you need this, even if you won't admit it." Derek was being cryptic; Jackson had no idea what he could possibly mean. Derek kissed him suddenly, it was fierce and possessive and everything that Jackson loved about Derek. One powerful hand gripped his hair; the other came to rest on the small of his back. Jackson wrapped his arms around Derek's shoulders, kissed him back just as passionately. This was where he belonged; it was almost everything he wanted.

Derek released him after a few moments. Jackson was slightly unsteady on his feet; Derek had that effect on him. Jackson watched as Derek took a deep calming breath, listened as Derek forced his heartbeat back into a steady rhythm. Derek opened the door and gestured for Jackson to head inside.

Jackson walked in, let Derek take his coat and scarf after he closed the door behind them. He was barely inside the threshold when the scent hit him full in the face. He clenched his hands and closed his eyes as a tidal wave of buried feelings crashed over him. He could hear it, probably should have been able to hear it from the porch but he'd been too distracted. It was the rabbit quick skipping beat of Stiles's heart.

Jackson could never forget it, had too many sleepless nights after last Christmas. He remembered the way Stiles had been nervous about his first time, trembling under Jackson's body. He remembered how warm his skin was while they were huddled close together under the covers of Stiles's bed. The wolf inside him howled out at the memory, it wanted to claim dominance over the human boy that it had never gotten a taste of, that it had missed by such a narrow measure of time.

Jackson closed his eyes, tried to rein in the rapid tailspin his emotions were whipping themselves into. What was Derek doing? Why had he brought Stiles here on Christmas? Derek had to know what had happened even though they never talked about it.

Derek's arms wrapped around Jackson from behind pulled him back against his chest. "You're ok." Derek whispered into his ear, "This is exactly what you've been wanting, what you've needed."

Jackson shook his head, wasn't sure what Derek was talking about. He let Derek lead him around toward the living room from the foyer. Derek's hands on his arms might have been the only thing keeping him from falling. He could hear the fire crackling in the hearth, a faint and distant popping second to the rapid fire thumping of the human heartbeat in the same room.

"You can stop this if you want to, at any time; all you have to do is say you don't want it." Derek whispered, Jackson knew that it was sub-audible for human hearing. "He wants this too, and so do I. We both want to give you what you want."

The fire was in Jackson's body now, racing along his spine and down into his gut. He wasn't sure exactly what Derek meant but in his mind he knew what he wanted it to mean, what he needed it to mean. He closed his eyes as they turned the corner.

The thumping rapid-fire beat ahead, the steady drumming beat against his back, Jackson was losing his mind under the pulse of two hearts, two hearts he loved. He knew he still loved Stiles, loved him desperately and wantonly. He had tried to tell himself that he didn't but he was wrong, he was so wrong and he knew in that moment, when he opened his eyes, that everything was going to be different by the time the sun had gone down. He didn't know what it would become, where what was going to happen would take them, but he knew that he had to find out.

Stiles was fidgeting next to the tree, his back was to Jackson. The lights in the room were off, the windows covered by thick curtains. Stiles stood in a half shadow, twinkling Christmas lights from the tree a halo of color in front of him, the flickering light of the fire danced along his back, the pale expanse of his neck gleamed. Jackson licked his lips, it was surreal, perfect. Stiles turned to look at him; he had a bow tied to his wrist, secured by a ribbon, wearing it like a watch.

"Heya Jackson," Stiles said. He was clearly nervous; his heart skipped every other beat when his eyes met Jackson's. "Merry Christmas…"

Jackson smiled, in that moment Stiles didn't seem at all hurt by what had happened between them. He wasn't looking at Derek even though he still had his hands on Jackson's arms. Stiles was looking at him, drinking in the sight of him, like somehow Jackson was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.

"Stiles…" Jackson whispered. It sounded like a prayer to his ears. It was a prayer, a prayer that this wasn't a dream. He wished desperately that he wasn't going to wake up alone.

"So, there's not really any sexy way to say this but…" Stiles paused, licking his lips nervously. Jackson let out a tiny whine, probably too soft for Stiles to hear, but Derek's fingers worked soothingly on his arms. "Derek wanted to… uh… give me to you for Christmas." He pointed at the bow on his wrist as if that somehow validated what he was saying.

"I-is that what you want?" Jackson asked, though he was terrified to hear the answer.