undercover lover or how stiles went from being jackson's completely secret boyfriend to being his completely not-secret boyfriend. song by kids in glass houses.
To say that Scott was shocked when Stiles woke up would be a contender for understatement of the year. Stiles groaned and poked Jackson in the ribs. Jackson opened one eye, saw Scott and closed his eye again. Stiles let out an exasperated breath. Scott still hadn't moved. 'That's what you get for coming into my room without warning,' Stiles thought. Since Scott didn't seem to be about to speak or move, Stiles decided to go back to sleep.
When he woke again, a few hours later, Scott was gone. Jackson was awake and running his fingers through Stiles' hair, which Stiles had been growing out at Jackson's request. He hmm-ed contentedly. Jackson chuckled. "What did McCall want?" he asked.
"I dunno," Stiles replied. "He just stood there and didn't say anything, so I went back to sleep." Jackson laughed again. There was a knock on Stiles' door and, before he could say otherwise, his dad opened it. The look on his dad's face was almost comical and, if he were in any other position, Stiles would have laughed. Sheriff Stilinski's face went bright red and he backed out of the doorway, closing the door behind him. "Fuck," Stiles swore. But he didn't move from Jackson's side.
They lay in bed for a bit longer. Jackson poked Stiles' side. "C'mon," he said. "We've got a pack meeting to get to."
"Since when were you so fussed about pack meetings?" Stiles asked.
"Since now." Jackson rolled out of bed. Stiles reluctantly got up, too. They showered together, then got dressed. They walked back into Stiles' room, after eating breakfast and cleaning their teeth. Jackson backed Stiles up against the wall and leaned in close. "Hey, beautiful," he said. Stiles blushed and looked down. Jackson tilted his head up and kissed him. Stiles moaned into his mouth. The kiss became more heated. Someone cleared their throat behind them. Jackson pulled away and Stiles saw Isaac looking embarrassedly at them. "Derek told me to get Stiles for the pack meeting," he explained. "Erica went to get Jackson, but clearly she... er... won't find him at home."
"Let's just go," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. Isaac looked like he thought no one could have come up with a better plan.
They drove in Jackson's Porsche to Derek's house. Isaac went on ahead. There was no one outside when they got there, so Jackson took the opportunity to press a kiss to Stiles' mouth. "If you carry on doing that, I'm liable to want to jump you," Stiles told him.
"That's fine by me," Jackson replied, pressing another kiss to Stiles' mouth. When they broke apart, Stiles saw Erica, having just got out of her car, looking at them in shock. "We're not doing too well today, are we?" he said, gesturing towards her with a nod of his head.
Derek glared at them when they came into the room. Jackson just shrugged. He and Stiles sat down. The meeting started. Stiles tuned out for most of it. He was preoccupied by avoiding Scott's accusing gaze. How could you not tell me? it said. "You can all go," Derek said, eventually. "Except Stiles and Jackson." Jackson rolled his eyes.
"I feel like I'm about to get detention," Stiles said.
"Just stay," Derek ordered. "And you, Boyd." Everyone else left. Derek stared at Stiles, but Stiles just shrugged and grinned. "You smell of each other," Derek stated at last, sounding slightly accusatory. Jackson and Stiles looked at him.
"Five," Stiles said, eventually.
"Six," Jackson corrected him. "Boyd's here." Stiles rolled his eyes. Derek looked nonplussed. He looked between them, but neither gave anything away. "Just go," he said. They did.
They went to Jackson's house this time, given that he was less likely to get impromptu visits from friends or werewolves. Jackson's mum was home, but she was in her study. Jackson called out hello, while gesturing for Stiles to be quiet. She called back to say that she didn't went to be disturbed. Stiles could see that Jackson smarted slightly at that comment. He took Jackson's hand. Jackson led him upstairs into his bedroom. They didn't bother to close the door. Jackson pulled Stiles to him and kissed him. Stiles reciprocated the kiss, eagerly. Jackson ran a hand underneath Stiles' shirt and Stiles groaned into the kiss. They broke apart, briefly, to remove their shirts. They didn't hear the doorbell ring. They didn't hear Jackson's mum answer the door to Danny. Neither did they hear Danny come up the stairs. In fact, they had no idea that he was in the house until they heard a slightly strangled sounding noise from the doorway. "Fuck," Jackson said. "Fuck. Danny, I'm sorry..."
"Y'know, I think I'll leave you to do whatever you were doing before." He backed out of the doorway and went downstairs. Stiles and Jackson just looked at each other. "Maybe we should just rent a hotel room or something," Stiles said. "There would be less of a chance of being walked in on."
They decided to go for a walk in the forest, to get away from everyone. They drove to the edge of the forest in Stiles' Jeep. They wandered through the trees, holding hands. Every now and then, Stiles would turn and kiss Jackson. They soon reached the road. Stiles kissed Jackson and Jackson pulled him closer. A car drove past. Then braked suddenly. Stiles pulled away and looked at the car. "Oh, fuck," he said.
"What?" Jackson asked.
"That's Lydia's car," Stiles responded. "Which means eight."
"It's not our day, is it?" Jackson said, sighing. "Well, we may as well go face her now. Sooner rather than later." Stiles agreed and they walked towards the car. They found, to their growing horror, that it wasn't just Lydia in the car, but also Allison. "Nine," Stiles said, morosely. "Y'know, before today, we were keeping it a secret just fine." Jackson nodded.
"I told her it was you," Allison said, through the open window. "She didn't believe me, though, so we had to stop." Lydia looked at them.
"You know, I never would have expected it," she said. "Anyway, we'd best get going." With that, she sped off.
"Well," Jackson said. "At least that's the most positive reaction we've had." Stiles laughed.
Stiles dropped Jackson off at his house, later that afternoon. He got out of the Jeep too. Jackson pressed him up against the side of the car and kissed him. "We'll get caught again," Stiles said, breathlessly, between kisses. Jackson ignored him in favour of continuing to kiss him. He pulled away at last. "Your parents are standing in the doorway," Stiles said. Jackson turned to see that he was right. He shrugged. "I kinda want to quit with all the secretiveness and just be, y' know, boyfriends." He looked down, embarrassed.
"That sounds perfect," Stiles replied. Jackson smiled and kissed him one last time before pulling away. "Well, I'd better go and face them," he said. Stiles smiled.
"And I'd best go and face my dad. See you tomorrow?"
"Of course." Jackson smiled and turned to face his parents. Stiles got in his car and started the engine. He pulled away from the curb and drove off. Jackson walked up the path to his house to face his parents.