AN: This Chapter is a bit slashy and may have a bit of a citrus twang to it. Don't know if i will go full blown citrus, but just wanted to try and get my feet wet.
Disclaiming that I own nothing but an idea to do something to 2 characters that I enjoy putting into these types of situations. This started out as a challenge, and now has become a game of one- ups-man-ship, so the ball is now in your court you-know-who.
Bubble Pop Electric – Gwen Stefani
Night was coming upon them quickly as Allison and Lydia sat out by the field on the hood of Allison's car waiting for the longest practice ever to be over. Allison was surprised that Lydia had asked to join her, since she normally wasn't known for wanting to hang around the field where she was attacked. She had explained that she would rather be there than with her parents. Since the attack, her parents had become clingy, a little too loving, wanting to share feelings every night and discuss memories of better times. This she found to be at the behest of her therapist, since she was being a little too quiet during their private one-on-one sessions.
"So what's going on with you and Stiles? Allison asked.
"Nothing, he just seems to pop up, a lot. I think he has a crush on me or something. It's kinda gross."
"Aww, don't sell him short. Come on, I mean he has been there for you since everything that's happened. And he is sort of cute in that geeky kind of way." Allison retorted.
Lydia sighed. True ever since Jackson had broken up with her Stiles had been there. Even when she blatantly left him at the winter formal to look for Jackson and Peter attacked her. Plus her dad said that he never did leave the hospital while she was in that coma, except to go home and shower and change. "I guess you sorta have a point. So what did you have in mind tonight?"
The activities that Allison had in mind didn't exactly involve more than two people, but she would work around it. "Well I know that the boys will be hungry afterwards, so we usually go grab a quick bite to eat, and I figured that we could catch one of the late movies at the drive-in. But first Scott has to go check in with his mom. And since you're here, Stiles won't feel like the third wheel this time."
"Does he usually go with you?" Lydia questioned, a little disturbed that she could possibly be setting herself up to go out with a totally freak who tags along on others dates.
"For the food yes, but Scott usually makes it a point to stop by his house first to stamp the point, although it did take a little convincing the first few times."
Nodding, Lydia began to dig through her bag for her nail file. As she searched through her bag she had to remind herself that this was better than home, although she was seriously beginning to question that logic now, too.
As she pulled her head up, she noticed her friend had disappeared from her side. Beginning to become a little worried Lydia frantically began scanning the parking lot for Allison. Not seeing any sign of her, she looked towards the field. The sight of no one freaked her out even more. She began to become increasingly panicked as there seemed to be no one around. Lydia began shaking her head. "No no no no no no no no no no—"
Scott, Stiles and Allison had all met up at the back of Allison's car. As Scott and Allison proceeded to make googly eyes at each other, it was Stiles who noticed that Lydia was starting to become panicked and disoriented. Leaving his love-struck friends, he quickly made his way over to Lydia's side.
As he got to the side of the car, he saw she had her eyes closed and was mumbling what sounded like no. He felt so sorry for her. He was also suddenly pissed at Allison for just leaving her there, and forgetting about how sensitive she was around this field. He reached out his hand and grabbed her shoulder slowly and said, "Hey, you wanna come join us back here?"
Lydia, suddenly brought from her terrified state, looked at Stiles. Allison was sorta right, he was kinda cute in a geeky sorta way, either that or she was just brain damaged. But at the thought of being left alone again she nodded in agreement, and reluctantly took his offered hand and made her way to the back of the car.
Upon reaching the back of the car and noticing the oblivious couple, Stiles cleared his throat. "Ahem." This didn't really seem to catch their attention, so he tried a little louder, "AHEM."
At this noise the two teens separated, Allison looking down, hiding her face with her hair, and Scott with a goofy, lopsided grin on his face. Stiles looked apologetically at Lydia, then sternly at his other friends. "Hey Scott, why don't we go get cleaned up, and take these girls out for a quick bite."
Scott, not really wanting to leave Allison's side, had no other choice as he was quickly shoved towards the locker rooms by a less than pleased Stiles. "Dude slow down, what's your deal?" Scott questioned.
Stiles grabbed Scott by the shoulders and shook him. "Are you serious? Lydia is out there and she is willing to go to dinner, with me, and a movie, with me. Lydia and me, together. I may never get this opportunity again, so you are going to get your ass in gear and hit the showers, so we can hit the streets. Got it?"
"Ok." Scott nodded, although Stiles couldn't tell if it was a voluntary nod or the remnants of his shaking him.
As they made their way to the locker rooms, Scott took notice that there was a lot less noise than he was accustomed to hearing coming from the showers. As he and Stiles turned the corner and entered the doorway, he saw it was virtually empty. Most of his teammates were gone, their lockers closed and locked. He began to feel a little uneasy. As he looked around someone he made sure to pay special attention to the area where Jackson's locker was. It too was cleaned out and locked.
Stiles walked up to him, towels in hand and asked, "You ok, you look lost."
Scott realized that Stiles was addressing him, as he saw a towel filled hand wave across his face, bringing him back to the present. "Yeah, I just… I thought Jackson would be here."
Suddenly Danny's head popped out from behind the other row of lockers, "he left about ten minutes ago."
"Oh, ok, thanks man. Did he say where he was headed?" Scott continued, acknowledging to Stiles that he saw he was headed to the showers.
"No, not really. He was in a hurry though." Danny stood and threw a towel on his head. "He ran outta here with a huge grin on his face. I've never seen him this happy."
Scott just nodded and let Danny go. The only ones left in the locker room were himself and Stiles. After what had happened earlier, he had kept his senses on high alert should Jackson try anything again. This would be the perfect opportunity for him strike, so Scott knew not to let his guard down.
"Hey Stiles, I'm gonna stand watch out here, in case Jackson shows back up." Scott suddenly heard the water shut off and the rapidly approaching footsteps of his nervous friend.
Stiles knew what Jackson had done since, of course Scott told him everything. Sometimes he didn't know why he decided to share the personal, intimate details, when they weren't needed. And why didn't he ever discuss these things with Allison. Come to think of it, why doesn't she know what's going on—Stiles was suddenly brought back into his original thought plan, put on clothes before Jackson get there.
After dressing in what seemed like two seconds, Stiles suddenly appeared from behind his locker with 2 lacrosse sticks in hand, and a mask on his face. He looked at Scott who gave him a goofy grin before commenting, "What are those for?"
"Well, Mr. Smarty-pants, if Jackson does come back, I at least want to try and protect myself. You have claws and teeth, and I have these" motioning to his sticks. "Now you got five minutes, just please don't go any longer than five minutes, I really just want to go be with the girls. And the thought of a lust crazed Jackson running lose frankly scares me."
"I don't think he'll hurt you, Stiles. Just give me a few minutes." And Scott hustled into the shower.
Stiles took a seat, close to the shower, but far away from the opening, so he wouldn't see anything that would take years of therapy to forget. As he began to get relaxed, a sudden chill ran up his spine. He thought he saw a shadow whoosh by him on the left, but just as he turned to look, he thought he felt something brush by him on the right. Jumping up from his seat, he took a defensive stand, hands at the ready. Just as quick as he was on his feet, he was on his back, his feet knocked from under him, his body being dragged away from Scott's position. Before he could shout out to him, a clawed hand ripped off his mask and covered his mouth, and a warm breath tickled against his earlobe as it whispered "If you scream, I will make you my bitch."
Stiles froze at the comment and went willingly with his captor. He was led into the coach's office and thrown unceremoniously into a chair. The looming figure stared at him, and barked only one word, "Stay."
Jackson turned and locked the door. Glancing once more to make sure that Stiles was doing as he commanded. Smirking that for once the boy listened. He made his way towards his squeaky clean prize.
Scott stood blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked behind him. He let the water wash over him as thoughts of Allison filled his head. He loved her so much, and he wasn't going to let something like this thing with Jackson ruin his relationship with her.
Scott suddenly stilled as his nose picked up the faint scent of fear, then lust. Turning, he was greeted with Jackson's smiling face. "Well, well, well McCall. It seems I have caught you a bit indecent. Well I figure since you're here, and I'm here you wouldn't mind telling me about that thing we were talking about earlier. You know, the FREAK wolf you turned me into."
Scott stood his ground, never backing down from Jackson. He didn't even bother to cover himself, as he just had to prepare for anything.
Jackson continued, "So I'm a Delta. Does that mean I'm weaker than you? I mean, I can clearly transform like you, but this is like a puppy trying to cut his teeth. WHAT THE HELL AM I?"
"Derek says that Betas make small harems, female harems. Those are Deltas. You're the first male he's heard of, but it has happened. I didn't do this to you. You did it to yourself."
Jackson roared and rushed Scott, pinning him to the wall. He crushed his body against Scott's, instinct driving him in a rage he had never felt before. The water was making his clothes cling to his body. Making him suddenly wish that there wasn't a layer separating him and the boy in front of him.
Scott couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't believe that he had once again let Jackson get the upper hand on him. What's more, he couldn't understand why he wasn't making the motions to push Jackson away. Staring into Jackson's eyes, Scott saw something that he had never seen before, fear. But that was only for a moment as the cloud of lust took over the hue of his eyes and Scott began to feel exactly how bothered Jackson was. The wet material of his jeans was doing nothing to hide the growing bulge in Jackson's pants, and it wasn't exactly helping Scott's own body's reaction.
Jackson body began to react to the closeness of Scott. But he too noticed that Scott's body was also starting to show its own reactions. Jackson leaned in and lightly flicked his tongue out over Scott's left clavicle, following it to the curve of his neck where he started nipping upwards towards his earlobe.
Scott closed his eyes, trying to gain control of his breathing. He couldn't believe that Jackson was doing this. What's worse, he couldn't believe that he wasn't stopping this. The feeling of Jackson's tongue on his neck was making all the blood rush from his head to the southern part of his anatomy.
Jackson could feel when Scott began to lose control and give in to the feeling, so he began to nuzzle into Scott's neck. Feeling Scott shudder, he continued his actions, distracting the boy while his hands began to wander. They started up by Scott's head, on the tile, and then slowly made their way to his shoulders. Hard, lean muscle Jackson noted. He was impressed by Scott's physique. His hands went lower following Scott's chest, and lower still to his abdomen. When Jackson saw that Scott was going to protest, he did the only thing he was left free to do. Leaning forward, he crushed his mouth onto the unexpected lips of Scott McCall. Scott's eyes flashed for a moment, but Jackson only shook his head no, and continued to kiss the still shocked boy. As their mouths began moving in unison, Jackson felt Scott's body relax once more and continued his ministrations. His hands had continued to go as low as they possibly could before being blocked only by his own body. Never breaking their kiss, Jackson slowly backed up and let his right hand first travel down the small gap he had created between them. Scott broke the kiss first, as he felt Jackson's hands grab his cock.
"Jackson pl- pl- please st- sto- stop. Do- don't do thi- this." Scott gasped between his clenched teeth as Jackson slowly applied pressure and began stroking Scott.
Scott's body began to betray him. He didn't want this. He knew that. But the only thing driving him at that point was instinct, and instinct drove him to grab Jackson and kiss him again.
Jackson was caught off guard by this, and he shoved Scott back against the wall. Wiping his face, he smiled at the even more confused Scott, and backed away. "You win this round. That's twice you've caught me off my game. But I guarantee that it won't happen again." And with that Jackson turned to leave. As he reached the door, he spoke over his shoulder, "Did you tell your little girlfriend about our game of cat and mouse? Because if she gets in my way, you can rest assure she will get caught in my trap." And then Jackson disappeared down the hallway.
Scott still stood in the shower. The water had turned cold by now, which was good because he had a rock solid hard on that had to be dealt with before he left the showers. As Scott began to cool down, he heard the sound of glass breaking. Then the sound of exasperated grunting before he recognized the sound of Stiles hitting the ground.
"Hey Scott, you good?"
"Uh, I'm gonna need a few more minutes. Why don't you go get everybody ready."
"I can do that. Uh, you don't feel him still around here do you?"
"No he left. But he's not done. Not by a long shot. After this thing with the girls, we need to go see Derek. Now go get the car ready, I'm going to get dressed."
Stiles ran out the door, meeting an annoyed Lydia outside. "We're ready to leave. Why is it taking you boys so long? You're boys."
Stiles just shrugged his shoulders and led her back to the car to wait for Scott.
Scott finished towel drying his hair, and as he drug the towel across his face, he caught the faintest scent of Jackson again. That little whiff brought him right back to where he was a few moments earlier. Throwing the towel to the side, Scott leapt off the bench. He needed to get Jackson out of his head. He made his way outside and was almost tackled to the ground by his more than anxious girlfriend.
"You had better have a damn good excuse for keeping us waiting for so long." She said as she sat on his chest.
Scott just stared up at her, smiling, "You think this goofy grin is easy to put on?"
Allison just smiled and leaned down to kiss her boyfriend. As the kiss became more passionate, a car horn blared. Looking up, the couple noticed Lydia and Stiles looking ready to run them over. "I think we had better get going, before we end up as road kill." Allison stated. Slowly she rolled off her boyfriend, and as he made his way to a standing position, he offered her a hand in getting up.
As they made their way to the car, Allison leaned into Scott, "I love you."
He hugged her into him, kissed the top of her head, "I love you, too."
About 100 yards away Jackson sat watching the display, disgusted by the sight of the two love birds. He only said one word before disappearing off into the thick brush, "Snap!"
Well I had more to add, but I think it will be more fun to save it for the next chapter. Where will I go from here? R&R. And as always, enjoy.
