Jackson was not a coward. He was not hiding or avoiding Stilinski, just waiting for the opportune moment. Jackson knew that they had to talk about feelings and all that crap, but school was not the right place for that. Besides that was where Lydia came in. Jackson already knew even before telling her that Lydia would talk to Stiles, doing most of the job for him.
He had listened in on their talk from the safety of the boys locker room. The other wolves were too busy at lunch with frivolous conversations. No one probably even noticed that Jackson was missing until the next period started, and after Jackson went home. He did not want to risk having an awkward heart to heart where the others could listen in, so it was time for a strategic exit. He wanted Stiles all alone and when he was the happiest, with food shoved in his face.
Jackson left school and went home to prepare. He knew that he didn't have to dress up to impress Stiles, or most people for that matter. If he wanted Jackson could wear nothing but baggy overalls and still be everyone's type, but Stiles was different. Unlike most people Jackson actually felt something for Stiles, besides Lydia would skin him alive if he didn't make himself presentable for their first non date. So a long hot shower and excessive hair product it was.
It took Jackson a few minutes to decide on the right outfit, he ended up settling on a very form fitting button down and a pair of jeans just tight enough to show off his powerful legs and thighs without being too constricting. Even after all of his self pampering Jackson still had more than enough time for his little plan.
Before heading over to Stiles' place, Jackson made his way to one of the few Italian restaurants in Beacon Hills. Of course Jackson would choose the most expensive one, only the best for him and by association his non dates. Once he had the food Jackson drove towards the Stilinski house making sure to park far enough away that Stiles wouldn't see his car. Jackson already knew ahead of time that the sheriff would be working late tonight so all he had to do was let himself in and set up.
Jackson decided that it would be a lot less formal if they ate in the living room instead of the dinner table. He grabbed a few couch cushions and placed them on the floor around the coffee table. Jackson set everything up so that he and Stiles would be sitting just close enough to occasionally brush against each other. It would be intimate, without being too intimate. Once everything was set up all that was left for Jackson to do was wait for Stiles, who of course tool nearly half an hour to show up. Jackson had almost forgotten that Stiles had gotten himself detention for the week.
When Stiles finally did get home, to say that he was surprised to find Jackson lounging around on his couch would be a bit of an understatement. The blond of course giving him no time to even ask questions.
"We're having dinner."
Stiles wanted to argue about the lack of forewarning but Jackson gave him a look that told him it was pointless. Nor did he mention that it wasn't even five o'clock yet. Instead he allowed Jackson to direct him to his seat while the blond went to fetch the food. Stiles was both excited and disappointed when Jackson came back with a plate of mozzarella sticks.
"Please tell me that this isn't all you are going to feed me. I need to be wined and dined before I can be seduced." Stiles complained while Jackson set the plate in front of him.
"Calm down Stilinski, this is just the appetizer." Jackson said while sitting next to him. "And if I was only here to seduce you, I would have fucked you against the door as soon as you got home. But we can do that later."
That gave Stiles a few perverted ideas. But he couldn't let Jackson know that, even if his blush was a dead give away.
They talked a little as they ate, Jackson gave Stiles the remote and told him to find something to watch. It took Stiles nearly ten minutes to finally settle on an old episode of Supernatural. He loved that show, and more specifically Dean. If given the chance Stiles just mite trade his soul for a night with Jensen Ackles. Even before realizing that he liked guys Stiles would let that man do anything he wanted to him.
As the show progressed Stiles found himself completely engrossed in it. He didn't even notice when Jackson left the table and returned with the mane course until he felt a nudge on his shoulder. Jackson had brought out two massive plates covered in a creamy pasta with bits of chicken. The plates were big by werewolf standards and would feel most people up before they could get half way through. But most people didn't have a werewolf like appetite like Stiles, his almost as big as Jackson's.
Jackson watched as Stiles practically inhaled his food while never actually taking his eyes off the screen. Stiles being Stiles had been blabbering on and on non stop since the show first began, only taking a break to some what chew his food, allowing Jackson to occasionally to get a word in.
"You really like this show don't you." Jackson stated more than asked.
"Yea of course I do. I mean, what's not to like. The storyline is amazing and they have everything. Literally everything. Well not everything seeing as how they didn't have a Kanima, but they could have one. Maybe we could write to the show's producers and they can do an episode about it." Stiles continued to babble on.
Jackson knew he should have known better than to ask Stiles such a question. Once Stilinski really got going it was almost impossible to shut him up, almost. Fortunately Jackson just recently discovered a sure fire way to get Stiles to stop talking. Jackson leaned in and captured the other boy's lips with his own. For the first time in over an hour Stiles was completely silent, well except for some moaning. His mouth too busy trying to devour Jackson's to make words.
The kiss was slow and tender, the complete opposite of their previous encounter. All thoughts of t.v shows and their super hot co-stars left Stiles' mind as Jackson's tongue entered his mouth. His tongue fought back of course, but not enough to evict the foreign invader from its current residence. Less than three minutes into the kiss Stiles found himself on his back, running his hands over over the muscled body encased by the blonds shirt. He felt Jackson's mouth leave his to travel further down settling on his neck. Stiles nearly mewled when the beta began to gently nibble and suck on his exposed flesh.
Jackson was obviously very experienced with this kind of thing. Lots of practice Stiles guessed. Enough practice to know when and where to move his mouth and hands, where to touch Stiles that would drive him insane. Stiles never thought he would lose his actual virginity on his living room floor, but at the moment all Jackson had to do was ask and it was all his. But the blond being the cruel sex god he was, pulled away just as Stiles was ready to give him his everything.
Stiles tried to grab Jackson and pull him back down to him, not wanting to let go of his source of pleasure. Jackson being much stronger than him easily broke the other boy's hold on him. Stiles kind of liked the display of physical strength, but still wanted more face suck time. Being the child that he was pouted at the blond werewolf, hoping that it would make him reconsider.
"Calm down Stilinski. I'm just going to get dessert." Jackson gave Stiles a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing into the kitchen again. He came back moments later placing two more plates on the table.
"Oh. My. brought me cake." It was a little known fact that Stiles loved cake. Almost as much as he loved talking. And this was chocolate lava cake, his absolute favorite.
"It is not that serious Stiles. It's just cake, nothing special."
Stiles would have argued that Jackson obviously did not know the importance of cake but was interrupted by a fork full of cake was shoved into his mouth, not that he was complaining. Stiles could have died at that moment. Part of him did die and ascend straight to Heaven. This had to be the best cake he had ever had, probably ever would have.
"You can me whenever, wherever, and however you want." Stiles exclaimed through mouthfuls of cake, causing the blond to smirk with amusement.
"Of course I could. But cake first. Then we can move on to more interesting matters."
This left Stiles conflicted. He didn't know if he should savior what just may have been the best cake in the world, or wolf it down in hopes moving on to "more interesting matters". The way that Jackson was eating his own cake did everything but help. Jackson had to be the most sensual eater Stiles had ever met. He was sure Jackson was doing it on purpose just to get him hot and bothered, and it was working perfectly. Only through sheer will power was Stiles able to avoid watching Jackson's oh so wonderful mouth.
Stiles quietly ate his cake, making sure not to look in the blonds direction. Once Stiles finished he finally allowed himself to look at Jackson and his self control completely shattered. Sitting in the corner of Jackson's mouth was a giant piece of cake. Stiles felt as though he owed it to Jackson as well as himself remove it, so he did, with his tongue. Just to make sure that he got everything Stiles continued to lick around Jackson's mouth, making sure he got every nook and cranny.
It was only a matter of time before Stiles started planting small kisses around Jackson's mouth. His tongue glided over the blonde's lips begging for entry. Jackson let Stiles in momentarily before pulling back.
"Wait Stiles." Jackson breathed out putting a hand between him and the smaller boy. Stiles ignored him and went in for another kiss connecting their lips for just a second before he was pushed away.
"No. We have to set some things straight first"
Stiles really didn't want to talk. He just wanted to shove his tongue down Jackson's throat and grind on him a little. Surely this wasn't too much to ask for. But it was obvious that the blond was not going to let him continue without saying whatever it was he had to say first.
"Look. I really like you. And not just as a fuck buddy" Jackson was making direct eye contact with him at this point. Stiles had to admit that he wasn't really expecting the confession. If anything he thought Jackson would tell him that it was just sex and not to get too attached . Lydia had said that Jackson didn't do just hook ups but Stiles still had his doubts naturally.
"So what you are saying is?" Stiles needed to know exactly it was that Jackson wanted from him.
"I could be your boyfriend or whatever. If you want. It's really up to you whether you want to go out or not." That was to closest to a love confession anyone would get out of Jackson Whitmore.
"I guess we could try that." Stiles really wanted to scream yes a thousand times. He had only been thinking about it over and over since his talk with Lydia. If there was any chance that he and Jackson could be an item he was going to take it. Stiles could see relief physically spreading through Jackson's body.
"So, can we finish making out now?" Stiles asked wanting to get back to the main activity most couples do together.
"Sure. But lets go up to your room first"
