The Mark
By Notsalony
Chapter 4 - Dancing in the Moonlight
Inspired by Jessie J's "Domino". If you play that on repeat you'll get a sense of what this is like in my head. Till the first part of their date.
Then play Chris Brown and Kevin McCall's "Strip". Trust me. It makes sense.
For part 2 of the date listen to - New Found Glory's "King of Wishful Thinking".
Part 3 is One Direction "One Thing"
[Stiles Stilinski's House; Beacon Hills, California; 2012]
[Jackson's Apartment]
"I can't believe you talked me into doing this." Jackson was fretting with his hair as he looked in the mirror that over looked his bed. Wearing nothing but a red towel he looked so pale. He whimpered when his hair kept falling the wrong way. "Help?" He pleaded in a broken voice.
"Fine." Danny got up off the bed and grabbed a towel to tussle Jackson's hair. "And I didn't talk you into it. I told you that maybe you should try taking him out on a date." He sighed as he pulled the towel away and Jackson's hair finally looked normal. "I didn't know that it would bring about Data-gedon." He shook his head.
"I'm stressed okay." Jackson blushed as he looked at Danny in the mirror.
"I realize this." Danny shook his head. "And one of these days we'll have a talk about how your stress makes you an ass. Right now, what are you wearing and where are you going?" Jackson looked like a deer caught in a head light beam.
"shit I have nothing to wear." His brow furrowed as his lip trembled.
"You sit." Danny sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Now stay." He pointed to the bed and Jackson followed orders. "Where's your closet?" He looked around the sparse apartment.
"My hampers over there." Jackson pointed.
"H-hamp… okay." Danny sighed, walked over and opened it to find wadded up jeans and t shirts. "Okay. I'm going to say this as your friend. You are a fucking slob." Danny retrieved his cell phone. "Lydia, plan G." He hung up.
"Plan G?" Jackson swallowed.
"You blew through plans a through f." Danny sighed, hearing the knock on the apartment door he went and got Lydia and the clothing bag.
"Worse then our first date or about the same?" Lydia looked him up and down.
"About the same. Danny turned down the cloths I wanted to…" Lydia's eyes went wide.
"Where the hell were you when I was dating him?" She slapped Danny.
"I was pretending to be straight." He grinned as he backed away from her swinging arm. "Tell me he didn't wear the same thing he wears to school on your first date?" He looked between them and Lydia nodded.
"God I'm going to fuck this up!" Jackson gripped his hair in his hands and started shaking.
"You'll be fine." Lydia hugged him, moving closer to him and signaling Danny to use her phone. He dialed in the reservations and double checked everything while he laid out Jackson's cloths. "You'll be amazing." She lifted Jackson's face up to look her in the face. "You know why?" He shook his head, his eyes puffy from crying. "Because you love him and he loves you and its real love. It's not the stuff we had that turned sour later. You'll rock his world and you'll do it as you've done everything in your life. In spectacular style." She smiled and hugged him close. "Now, please tell me you at least got the tickets I told you about." He nodded. "GOOD." She sighed in relief.
"But…" She put her fingers to Jackson's lips as she shushed him.
"Trust me. You need to show him you can be thoughtful. Because you can be. You're just scared right now." She kissed the side of his head. "Now. Danny, show him what he'll be wearing."
"Okay."
[Stiles Stilinski's House; Beacon Hills, California; 2012]
[The Master Bathroom]
"I haven't dated since your mother!" Jon Stilinski cried out as he looked at himself in the mirror, he'd cut himself shaving earlier and he had worried about that for a while. But standing there in nothing but his white fluffy towel he thought he looked kind of sexy. "Why did I let you talk me into this?"
"Talk you into it nothing." Stiles walked in with his dad's casual cloths, which he'd had to dig into the back of the closet to find. "Jackson asked and you said yes." Stiles sighed as he turned to his dad. "And like you'd have said no." He shook his head.
"It's just… I'm not sure…"
"You love him. He loves you. This is just your first real date out of the house. You two do great on your own in the house. But you need to expand to dealing with other people."
"Why?" The Sheriff turned around and faced his son. "Why do I have to go out and face the world?" He crossed his arms across his bare chest.
"Because there's morons out there who won't get it." He looked at his dad. "You love a guy who's 17. And he loves a guy who's… 45." Stiles coughed.
"39 thank you." The Sheriff eyed his son before going back to the mirror.
"Okay, we'll go with that." He nodded. "Anyways, there's always going to be some idiot out there who wont see that you two are in love. And there's always going to be a reason not to go out. But you both need to learn to live in the outside world too."
"Derek's coming over and you want me out of the house. Don't you." The Sheriff narrowed his eyes.
"What would possibly make you think that? Oh look… would that be a reservation at a hotel, and a roll of condoms… how'd that get there?" Stills grinned.
"I told Jackson, I'd kiss, I'd date. But I'm not a high school girl. I am not going to just hop in the sack with him before his birthday." Stiles' dad slapped the back of his head. "No mater how much you poke and prod." He walked back into the other room. "So you tell Derek you're pants had better be back on by the time I come home tonight."
"Like Derek will be getting in my pants." Stiles smiled. "Do you think Derek will get into my pants?" He looked at his dad. His dad just chuckled and walked into the other room. "Seriously, do you think that I'm that easy that I'll just let him into my pants?" Stiles crossed his arms.
"Stiles, you are a bright kid. You're smart, you're excitable. And you're active. But you have impulse control issues and you don't seem to know when something's a bad idea. And you now have your mother's magic. Add to all that you're a teenaged boy who's supposed to be a walking hard on. Yeah I'm pretty sure all Derek has to do is show up and you'd take your pants and his pants off and have a pants-less party." The sheriff shuddered.
"You're picturing us doing it aren't you." Stiles grinned.
"Go." The Sheriff pointed. "Just… GO." He closed his eyes tight against what ever he was picturing.
"Okay but, you should know, Derek only topped that once in the woods. And he keeps promising that he'll ride me in a reverse…"
"Finish that statement and I will have to cancel my date to tell the EMTs why your lips were stapled shut." He threatened with a hair brush.
"Okay." Stiles grinned. He walked out and turned around again. "Hey dad?"
"WHAT?" He stuck his head out.
"Where are you guys going anyways?" Stiles frowned.
"Out." He ducked back into the bathroom.
"Okay you do know me right? I mean we have met a few times." The Sheriff didn't respond. "I'm Stiles, your son… if you think that isn't going to prompt a tsunami of questions, then you're-"
"He said we were going to a club and then out to eat and maybe some where else." He grumbled as he came out dressed. "What do you think?"
"Good. Good date cloths." He held up two thumbs.
"What do I need to change?" The Sheriff closed his eyes.
"Just… all of it?" Stiles gave a weak smile before quickly grabbing some things out of his dad's closet and bringing them into the bathroom.
)0O0(
"Jackson." Stiles grinned.
"Stiles." Jackson blushed.
"Here for anything special?" Stiles feigned innocence horribly.
"I… I have a date with your… dad…" Jackson swallowed hard.
"Stiles." The Sheriff warned before pushing him out of the way to reveal he was dressed in a black sweater that was almost a second skin over a white shirt, and a pair of jeans. Jackson made a needy whining keen before he recovered.
"I mean you look good…." Jackson blushed harder.
"Thanks." The Sheriff smiled and looked Jackson up and down. "You look pretty sexy yourself." He took in Jackson's loose blazer, jeans, and a white shirt.
"Thank you." Jackson felt his face go a darker red.
"Let's get out of here." He put his fingers to Stiles' lips. "We'll be back when we're back. You don't wait up. And remember, no sex in any room I'm going to sit in." He closed the door and walked off the porch with Jackson. Stiles chuckled and checked his texts from Lydia that said she was with Danny headed over to Scott's place to hang out with Alison and him over there for movie night.
"I wonder if Derek's home yet…" Stiles paused. "Eh, it's after six, time for nude pics." He grinned as he started shimmying out of his cloths.
)0O0(
Jackson held the door open to the club for Jon and smiled when he got a grin about it. Jon leaned in and kissed his forehead. But the smile on Jon's face faded as he turned to look at the club Jackson had taken him to. The look of shock was enough to shake Jackson's confidence. He'd been sure that this was the place to go, since it was listed online as the premiere gay bar in town. The lights were down low, rainbow lighting on the stage where six well built hunks of man flesh were dancing in nothing but skin tight latex shorts to Chris Brown's Strip.
"Come here often?" Jon asked as he eyed the boy, and then looked at the waiters in nothing but boxer briefs. From there his eyes focused on the bar tender who was a muscle god standing behind the bar.
"no… i.." He swallowed. "I looked it up online." Jackson blushed.
"Then let's get a drink." He took Jackson's hand and walked him to the bar.
"What can I get you old timer?" The bar tender asked.
"Me and the twink here are new to the scene, you mind getting me something strong and him a soda?" Jon leaned in on the bar.
"Sure." He smirked as he nodded towards the kid. "Not a legal drinker?" He got Jon a beer and Jackson a Pepsi.
"He's legal for most everything else." Jon smiled and accepted the drinks.
"I hear that." The bar tender winked at Jackson who blushed.
"How did you do that?" Jackson asked later as they moved to a table on the edge of the dance floor.
"First rule of being in a bar." Jon grinned. "Also flirt big." He sat down. "Because, if you didn't notice, I paid half price for my drink and wasn't charged for yours." He grinned as Jackson sat down hard and blushed.
"This is a disaster. I can't keep from blushing and I keep feeling like I should growl and stand between you and everyone." He sighed.
"It's not an entire disaster." Jon smiled. "I won't lie, I'm… not the club hopping kind of guy, and the last time I was in a bar I was with my wife." He chuckled. "The woman had a way of charming a bar tender into free drinks just with a smile." He looked misty eyed. "But I'll be damn if she never looked half as cute as you do when you blush like that." Jon held Jackson's hand. "I mean it when I say I love you." He heard the low keening noise coming form Jackson's throat.
"I mean it too." Jackson held Jon's hand. "I was just…"
"Felt like you were competing with an idealized ghost of a woman you never met." Jon held his boyfriend's hand. "Which you shouldn't feel." Jon held the hand he was holding up and kissed it. "Because, she'd want me to get back into the swing of things by now. I met a nice man who I love. It's time I got back into things." He smiled.
"oh…" Jackson said in a small voice. His blush firmly in place.
"What time is our reservation?" Jon looked at his watch.
"In enough time that if we finish our drinks and hop into my car, and we'd just make it." Jackson looked at his watch.
)0O0(
Jon nodded to the host who asked who's name the reservations were under. They were almost to the table when the waiter turned to Jon.
"Would you and your son like to see a menu?" He asked with a soft smile.
"Uh… I…" Jon blushed.
"We'll need a little bit, please bring a menu." Jackson said with a slight blush. The waiter nodded and they sat down.
"Sorry. I wasn't expecting.." Jon blushed harder. "Do I look that old?" He sighed.
"That old? Like you could be my dad? Naw, just because you have a son my age." Jackson smiled and held his hand and Jon moved quickly when he saw the waiter coming back.
"Thanks." He mumbled and the waiter walked off with a puzzled look.
"In a bar full of strangers is okay… but in a fancy restaurant isn't?" Jackson frowned.
"I'm just… he thinks you're my son." Jon looked as lost as Jackson had in the bar. He held his hand and kissed it.
"Then this will clear it up." He moved over to where he was practically in Jon's lap, and pulled him into a passionate kiss that rivaled their first kiss all those weeks ago at Stiles' birthday party. They held on to each other strong lips brushing against each other, and so into it they only vaguely heard the waiter's cough. "Sorry, wanted to get that in before his bed time." Jackson smirked.
"We don't condone that sort of .. behavior in this establishment." He seemed unnerved.
"And if we were any relation other then boyfriends right now I might agree with you. Now he'll see your wine list. I'll have a coke. I'll have a light salad to start, some of your shrimp dipping sauce to go with it, and then a steak medium rare. Jon what are you in the mood for?" Jackson switched his focus to his boyfriend who's mouth was hanging open as they held hands over the table. Jackson was not subtle, he didn't do little hints. And he knew of only one way to deal with assholes. Be the bigger ass hole.
"I'll… have the steak with curly fries as a starter." He swallowed hard.
"Is that all?" The waiter sneered.
"No. It's not." Jackson smiled sweetly, then raised his voice loud enough that half the restaurant heard him. "I don't see why with such a fancy place that they can't afford more polite wait staff. I'd like to speak to your manager if you'd be so kind." He said with malice in his eyes. He'd eaten better men with his eyes over the years, and this one wasn't going to put up near the fight he wanted.
"Sir, keep your voice down…" His voice taking on a begging tone.
"I'm sorry. I think we're having a failure to communicate." Jackson pulled out his cell phone and dialed someone's number. The waiter went to speak and he held up his finger. "Hi, is Manny in?" The waiter frowned. "He is? Okay, transfer me in please Alice? And congrats on Sarah making it into collage." Jackson smiled into his phone and waited a second. "Manny? Hey, it's Jacks." He nodded. "Yeah, I'm up front right now." He nodded along. "Yeah, I don't really care for the new guy Manny. He's being really rude to me and my date."
"I don't…"
"He wants to talk to you." Jackson held out the phone.
"Who is this?" The waiter said with a roll of his eyes.
"WHO THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK IT IS YOU PRICKLESS ASS HOLE!" Manny Rodriguez screamed into the phone.
"sir…" The waiter swallowed.
"THAT BOY HAPPENES TO BE ONE OF THE BEST COSTOMERS I'VE EVER HAD! HIS FATHER REFUSED TO HELP ME FUND THIS PLACE AND THAT BOY GOT ME THE MONEY I NEEDED. YOU TREAT HIM NICE OR I'LL SET YOUR ASS ON FIRE AND KICK YOU THE FUCK OUT OF MY RESTERAUNT!" He slammed the phone done.
"Uh.. he… I…" The waiter blinked, lost.
"About or order?" Jackson grinned as the waiter walked away from them nodding.
"You know the guy who owns this place?" Jon blinked.
"We're old friends. Where did you think I worked?" Jackson grinned. "The new waiter started on my day off so he didn't know me. But yeah, I'm one of the gofers in the back. I told him I didn't want a free job high up. I just wanted a chance to start from the bottom so he hired me at the bottom." Jackson blushed. "I'm still low man on the totem pole but most of the people like me."
"Good." Jon held Jackson's hand.
"So. Anything you want to know?" Jackson blushed.
"How soon is your birthday?" Jon smiled, Jackson swallowed hard.
)0O0(
"Why are we at the park?" Jon blinked, this part of the date had been Jackson's idea entirely and had been another surprise as Jackson pulled out tickets from his coat and gave them to the guy standing at the park entrance.
"Because I wanted to share something as special as you are with you." Jackson smiled and took Jon's hand. They walked a ways down the path till they came to a series of benches arranged in a circular area. Jackson stopped and kissed Jon deeply again, Jon returned the kiss. The lights around them flickered a little before a dazzling display of lights came on turning the park into a frosted wonderland in early fall. They came apart after ten solid minutes that felt like forever and too short at the same time. Jackson smiled as Jon looked up and took in the canopy of twinkling lights like frozen starts all around them.
"It's … so beautiful." Jon smiled his voice breathless.
"So are you." Jackson smiled as he got down on one knee. "I've always had feelings for you but the moment I turned you were all I could think of." Jon looked down and shock colored his face. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Jackson opened a small velvet box that had a white gold ring. Jon looked down at his hand and noticed that he was still wearing his old wedding ring. He paused and thought about it, Jackson feared he'd read things the wrong way. He started to close the box when Jon pulled his wedding ring off and put it in his pocket. He retch down and took the box from Jackson and looked at it.
"Yes." He said quietly as he put the ring on. "Yes I'll marry you." Jackson's face split into a pleased smile before the Sheriff bent down and kissed him. "But don't you dare expect me to be the little woman." The Sheriff cleared his throat. They'd never talked much about sex and Jackson misunderstood.
"Okay. I've never… taken it back there. But I can learn." He blushed.
"What?" Jon frowned and then caught on and sighed as he helped Jackson to his feet. "Okay, that's not what I was talking about." He sighed again. "I'm not going to be cooking and cleaning and waiting on you. Because that's not who I am. Stiles does most of that in the house." He added quietly.
"I wouldn't expect that of you. I'm very aware you're a man." Jackson blushed.
"Oh?" Jon grinned.
"I mean… the way you smell and move.. .and… this way now you'll always have someone to watch sports with." Jackson blushed horribly.
"And as for your worry. I've never … done anal either." Jon blushed back. "Stiles raves about it and I've seen Derek naked." He grinned at Jackson's look of shock before a slight growl. "He's a big boy and doesn't believe in locks on the bathroom door when he's showering at our house." Jon patted Jackson's arm. "But we'll try it both ways." Jackson's eyes went happy. "When you're 18. So we'll plan the wedding on your birthday."
"Okay." Jackson nodded as they held hands and kept walking.
"Besides there are things we can do that don't completely count as sex." Jon grinned as Jackson blushed again and squeezed his hand.
"Okay. I'd like to learn." He smiled then his expression got dark again. "But I want to be the only guy you see naked in the shower."
"I can try to keep that promise, but you have to remember, Stiles doesn't always remember towels." He shook his head mentally thinking about how often he'd seen his teenaged son nude and in various stages of arousal. Thinking about it now if he put it in order he'd practically watched the boy go from flaccid to orgasm He knew better then to tell that to Jackson, so he just smiled and held his fiancé.
"So what doesn't count as sex?"
~tbc~