Note: Has sexual content, but very vague. (I think. Maybe it isn't as vague as I think...) Please do NOT read if it makes you uncomfortable. Also, due to my finals being really, really close, I'm going to be on hiatus for a few days. To make up for it, I'll be posting two chapters today.

III: Jackson

He and Isaac immediately became fast friends, when they got over their first encounter. Jackson didn't know how to apologize, even though he'd done it thousands of times already. He was sincerely sorry; he'd let his anger get the best of him. He hadn't felt that strongly towards anything since he was no longer with his wolf.

He found it odd, honestly, because Isaac had ways of bringing great emotion from him, without even trying. He had a way about him that made Jackson do anything he wanted. He had known Isaac two years before he came to the startling realization Isaac was attractive.

He also knew that if Isaac was gay, he'd go for someone like his friend Danny, not him. Jackson was an arrogant asshole to everyone and he knew it, but he often treated Isaac differently than he did the others. It probably had something to do with the fact Isaac was his first friend.

He'd developed a soft spot for Isaac, as well as a horribly embarrassing crush that would end their friendship if Isaac found out. As far as he was concerned, now that he'd hit puberty he was allowed secrets, because secrets came with adulthood. It didn't matter that he'd get off as soon as Isaac left his presence. It didn't mean anything that Isaac's scent was still in the air. And if it wasn't - which was impossible, Isaac spent so much time here he even had his own drawer - Jackson was tuned in well enough to imagine it.

So he found himself in an embarrassing situation whenever he smelt cinnamon. Whatever. He'd relieve himself later, as long as he got through dessert with the pain between his legs.

As far as Jackson knew, Isaac didn't know, and he was okay with it staying that way.

At least, that's what he thought, before Isaac shoved him against a wall and kissed him so mind blowingly hard he was sure his lips were still numb three weeks later.

Isaac

He moved back from Jackson as he heard him moan, but not in pleasure. Isaac looked down at him, and Jackson gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry," he apologized, "I just worked myself pretty hard for practice."

Isaac rolled off and laid next to him.

"Ah, lacrosse," he said grinning.

Jackson smiled back at him. They'd had this discussion many times before. Isaac was under the impression that Jackson getting in was a sure thing, but Jackson was really nervous about it. It would be almost cute how much he practiced to get in - that is, if it hadn't gotten in the way of their activities.

Jackson crawled on top of him, kissing his neck and murmuring against it.

"You should try out. You have a wicked shot - almost like you're venting your anger or something."

Isaac laughed as Jackson came up, his breath tickling Isaac's face.

"Or something," he agreed.

Jackson smiled, something he usually didn't do. He hovered over Isaac's lips, before kissing them. He drew a moan out of Isaac before he moved away. Isaac whined in the back of his throat and he sounded so much like a pup, Jackson laughed.

"Anyway," Jackson continued, "just because I'm sore doesn't mean I can't violate your body."

His hands moved under Isaac shirt and before Isaac could remember Jackson lifted his shirt. Jackson's eyes widened, and Isaac could tell he didn't like what was there. He turned his head away from Jackson, ashamed. Jackson was still staring at what he saw.

"What the hell?"