I was happy to see all the reviews. The only negative comment was that they could've done without the Stiles/Erica. I understand, the summary says Stackson, but I didn't even expect that to happen. And listen here, Erica is the sexiest chick on that there show, besides Lydia obviously. Gotta thing for my fellow gingers.

How I write fanfiction is I think of my ship, and then let it go. I never have a plan beyond that. But, just for the gay guys reading this, Stiles and Erika are over. So... be happy, I think you will enjoy this chapter. ;)

"So Erica?" Jackson asked as he pulled off the road onto a graveled driveway that led off into some woods. They had been riding in awkward silence until Lydia had called. Stiles had listened through the short phone call but didn't say anything about his lying.

"So nothing, we talked and apparently we both like other people." Stiles turned away from him. This was an awkward subject for them both, but he guessed it needed to be known. "So Lydia?"

Jackson sighed, "I don't know what to do about her. I can't just break up with her without any reasoning, she will want one, and if I don't give her one she will not leave it alone until I do. I mean, what can I say? Sorry babe, I actually like guys now."

"It would be the truth." Stiles pointed out as they parked at the end of a dead end and Jackson climbed out. He followed him into the woods. "Is this where you'll bury my body after you kill me?"

Jackson smiled back at him and kept walking. "I need to get my uses out of you before I do that." It was an amazing thing to be able to see him smile. To know that he was smiling because of him made Stiles smile. Maybe this could work out, but they would have to figure out what they were going to do about their friends, because it was obvious they wouldn't be able to keep it a secret for long. Stiles didn't want to keep it a secret, he wasn't scared of Scott knowing, and it seemed as if his father knew already so there was nothing holding him back.

He looked up at Jackson and knew that it was so much harder for him. He had his girlfriend, Lydia to worry about. There was nothing scarier than telling her what was going on. Who knew how she would take it. She could just move on as if it didn't matter, but Stiles knew she would be hurt, knew she would grow to hate both of them. In her own pretend-to-not-care-or-give-a-shit way she probably really loved Jackson, and Stiles could be taking that away from her.

They came upon a large lake with a fairly large lake house leaning out over the edge with a dock built onto it. "My parents own this, but barely use it. If it wasn't for Lydia having all her parties at her lake house I would have them here. I get to use it as a getaway though. Come here to be alone and enjoy the nature and be able to think."

Stiles followed him inside and was struck by the emptiness of it. There was one couch with a flat screen attached to the wall in the front room that was easily three times the size of his own. There was a large table and chairs in the dining room and a very furnished kitchen but yet there was nothing making it personal. There were no pictures of Jackson's family, nothing that showed a family owned it.

"It's very…"

"Lifeless." Jackson started walking up the stairs that were at the end of the hallway and Stiles followed. At the top was a long hallway of doors and he followed him through the door at the end. Inside was a room that was simpler than the one at his home. There was a larger bed and a heavy looking wooden desk with a lap top and a printer on it. Beside it was a large bookshelf filled with all sorts of books from YA novels to what looked like college course books. There was a large window that looked out on the lake and another on the other wall that looked out at the property beside it. A flat screen sat on an entertainment stand with an Xbox and a DVD player.

"It's not like your room at home." Stiles said as he walked over to the bookshelf and looked through what was there. "And who knew you liked to read."

"I guess I'm full of surprises." He came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Stiles leaned back against him as he felt kisses on his neck. "You have no idea how bad I want you right now, Stiles."

"Oh, I'm sure it's pretty clear. The boner against my ass is pretty straight forward." He turned around and put his arms around Jackson's neck. He looked into his eyes and found heated hunger there, and that's when the doubts hit him.

What if Jackson was just horny? All these emotions he kept claiming to have could just be him wanting sex. Stiles didn't want to be used for sex, he might actually have legit feelings for him and it would break him to be thrown aside after a few sexual encounters. He was also afraid that if he brought his doubt up it would push Jackson away, that it would make him think Stiles didn't want him.

"What's wrong Stiles?" Jackson pulled him to sit on the bed.

Stiles lay back on the bed. "I don't know, I just don't want to go so fast and then either of us get hurt."

Jackson lay beside him and grabbed his hand and brought it to his lips. "I don't understand my emotions that well. I want to try us out, but I would be lying if I said I wanted to go slow, because I want nothing more right now than to fuck you." Stiles laughed and turned to look at him. He wanted it too, he wanted it bad.

"Neither of us has had sex with another guy before, what if we don't like it?" Stiles pointed out.

Jackson straddled him and trapped Stiles' hands above his head. "What a good reason to try it out." He leaned down and kissed him, grinding himself against Stiles and groaning. "Please." He said as he pulled back.

"Okay, but what about the whole, you know..." Jackson frowned at him. "Well, taking it in the butt, it hurts right? I don't know if I could do it."

He smiled at him and began to kiss his neck and dragging up Stiles' shirt, "When we get to that point we will figure it out." He leaned back and took off his shirt and then helped Stiles pull off his. He never really noticed a guy's body before, but looking at Jackson's he grew hard, wanting to lick him, to taste him. Jackson began to kiss his way down from his neck to his stomach reaching for the boy's pants. "I want you naked."

He could only nod and lifted his hips to help him pull off his pants. Jackson smiled down at him fully naked and Stiles blushed, he felt embarrassed. He felt inadequate next to him. Sure he had a nice body, or so he assumed, but Jackson was more built than he was. He was slimmer, and probably way smaller down there.

"You are just so sexy."

"Stop."

"What?" Jackson laughed and leaned down over his body kissing him and pulling off his own pants. He pressed his naked body against him and ground their bodies together. Stiles gasped as Jackson's dick rubbed against his own in between them. He pushed Stiles farther up onto the bed and sat in between his legs and bit his lip looking down at him.

Stiles squirmed under his gaze. "Why do you keep doing that?"

"What?"

"Just staring at me, do something." Stiles reached up and grabbed his waist and pulled him against him and began kissing and rubbing against each other. He could feel Jackson's dick between his ass cheeks, rubbing against that opening that was so sensitive to the touch. Jackson pulled away from his mouth and started to kiss his way down his chest, down his stomach till he was between his legs kissing that spot between leg and dick.

"I've never done this before, you know, sucking a dick." He wrapped his hand around it and Stiles shivered and watched him stroke it. Jackson smiled at seeing his reaction and, still staring up at him, licked the tip oh so slowly. Stiles' mouth fell open and his hips bucked up to try for more. "It can't be that different from what Lydia does."

"Please don't ruin this."

"Sorry."

He put his mouth around the head and sucked on it. Stiles moaned and clenched his thighs against Jackson's shoulders. He started to move up and down the shaft with his hand and bobbing his head to take it deeper into his mouth. He put an arm around Stiles leg to hold him still, and Stiles clenched a handful of Jackson's hair with one hand and the headboard with the other.

Jackson pulled away and continued to stroke him, but Stiles whimpered. "Why? Don't stop yet."

He laughed and nuzzled against Stiles' inner thigh. "You're too big, I need a breather."

"Shut up." Stiles didn't want to hear it, especially since he couldn't be bigger than Jackson; his personality just screamed huge cock.

As if knowing his thoughts, he leaned up on his knees to hold his own dick and Stiles in his hand. He was bigger but only by an inch or so and slightly thicker, but the difference made Stiles throw his arm over his head. "I'm small."

Jackson leaned up, still stroking them both, and kissed him softly. "Were both big, I'm just a bit bigger. Trust me, if you paid attention in the locker room, you'd see that you are bigger than most of them."

Stiles looked at him with shock. "You look at people's dicks in the showers?"

He frowned, "Well yeah. We play with some very attractive guys."

Stiles sighed and wrapped his arms around Jackson's neck. "I guess you're right. Now, can you go back to doing that?"

He laughed and did exactly that, but this time it seemed so much better, as if the first time was practice and he just got the hang of it. Stiles soon felt himself about to go, but he couldn't talk, but his moans got quicker, and louder. Soon he had both hands in Jackson's hair and his legs were twitching, he could barely get out that he was about to cum. He expected him to pull away and jerk him till he did, but he just kept going until he screamed and released inside his mouth, spurt after spurt.

Jackson came up to lay beside him and nipped at his neck and then kissed him, letting Stiles taste the salty tang of himself. He leaned back on one elbow and smiled down at him. "So how did I do?"

Stiles could only grin and pull him down to kiss him again. "Maybe I should do that to you now?"

Jackson moved his hand from his waist and moved it in between Stiles' leg, passed his cock and balls, until he was stroking the sensitive hole with a slick finger. Stiles gasped and bit his lip, he wanted to feel his finger inside him. "I have something better in min…"

"Jackson? I know you're in here."

Jackson and Stiles both shot off the bed and pulled on their pants. "Oh shit, it's Lydia."

"Why is she here?" Stiles was scared, not only was it probable that she would kill them, but she could also tell everyone they knew. He watched Jackson's face fall and he held up a finger and left the room. Stiles stayed where he was and as he reached down for his shirt he heard something glass get shattered down the hall.

She stormed in and slammed the door shut behind her and locked it. Lydia turned around with a calm look on her face and leaned up against the door. She cocked her head at him, thoughtful, lips pursed, as usual. "Hi, Stiles."

"Umm…"

"Lydia, open the door." There was banging and the door shook.

She turned and beat on the door with her fist. "Shut the fuck up you asshole. You have no right to tell me what to do after this."

"We were just hanging out, I swear." Stiles didn't know if he was happy that he was trying to save their secret, or upset that he was going to let Lydia think he was still wanted to be with her. He wasn't, was he?

She laughed. "You're shirtless, and so is Stiles." She pushed both hands through her hair, glancing at the floor and laughed, but it was incredulous, not humorous. "There is still underwear on the floor." Stiles looked over and saw that it was true. They hadn't thought to put on their underwear, just their pants.

"Lydia…"

"Stop. Take Allison home, I'm staying for a while. I need to think."

There was talking from the outside, probably Allison. "Fine, but you got to let Stiles out."

She turned and looked at him as if just realizing he was there. "No, he stays."

"Not a good idea Lydia."

"Shut up Jackson. Take her home; I need someone to talk to anyway."

"Then why can't Allison stay?"

"Cause I want Stiles here." That seemed to shock Jackson as well as everyone else. He muttered that he needed in to get a shirt and she laughed. "Don't try to play me; I know you keep spare clothes in your car. Now get."

"Lydia."

"GO!"

"Stiles?" He yelled through the door and Lydia glared at him, mad that he was getting his attention.

"Yeah?"

"Be careful, text me."

"Be careful Stiles, don't forget to text me Stiles, I love you Stiles." Lydia mocked.

"Okay." He yelled, ignoring Lydia.

He pulled on his shirt and pulled his legs up and rested his arms on them. Lydia walked to the window and stared out at the lake. She didn't talk for a while just stared out the window without emotion. Stiles stood up and walked over to her; he leaned against the window with his hands on the sill and waited.

"This was always my favorite place to be with him. He was someone else here, maybe just himself. I remember our first time here and we just sat by the lake and talked. Then it all just changed. Soon it was just about sex. We would go weeks without talking to each other. Honestly, I was okay with it. We was growing apart for a long time, but with the game he plays I didn't want him to win and make me break up with him, cause I know he wouldn't break up with me, no matter how much we were at each other's throats.

"I knew it was going to end with one of us cheating. I even knew about him liking guys, even when he didn't know he did. He was always checking guys out. At first I thought it was just him trying to make sure no one was checking me out, but when guys did he just ignored them."

She stopped and smiled sadly at him. "I always thought you were in love with me, Stiles. I never expected it to be you."

"I never said I wasn't." He grabbed her to him and wrapped his arms around her. Lydia didn't cry like he thought she would. Why would she? She saw this coming, so she was ready.

"Stiles, I'm scared you'll make him happier." At this she did start to cry quietly, beautiful as ever.

He pulled back and tucked her hair behind her ears. "What would make you think I could be better than you?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You just had sex with him; you must have something I don't. Not counting your dick."

"We didn't… We just…"

"Ew, that's gross." She rested her head back on his chest. "You put everyone before yourself Stiles. I know you can make him happy, because you can make me happy."

He stared over her head at the mirror on the door, she wasn't making a face, wasn't crying anymore; just talking. "How?" he asked.

She shrugged, "Whenever I'm having some kind of emotional breakdown you're always there. You always comfort me even if I'm being terrible to you. You love me no matter what I make you think I feel about you. I could try to make you think I hated you, but you wouldn't give up on me. There are not many people like you Stiles."

"I do love you." He meant it, he had always meant it. Though this was the first time he said it out loud to her. He had always imagined saying it to her and her jumping into his arms. This was not near to anything he had ever thought would happen, never would think he would break her heart by stealing Jackson's.

"I know." She reached up and grabbed his face and pulled him to her and kissed him slowly. For some reason he wasn't shocked. She deepened the kiss and he felt her tongue playing at his lips and he let her in. He held her to him until she pulled away, breathing heavy. There was that sad smile, "I hope he can make you happy."

Stiles inhaled quickly, feeling the fear hit him. This was what his doubts were about earlier. It wasn't about attraction, there was no question about the sexual feelings they had for each other. What scared him was that the relationship would be one sided, that he would just be another Lydia.

"I'm scared too. What if I just ruined you guys to just be treated the same way?"

Lydia grabbed his hands to hold them still; he hadn't noticed they were shaking. "Stiles, just be more careful than I was. If anyone can change him, you can."

She pulled away and headed to the door. Looking back at the underwear on the floor she looked up and smiled. "It was time for us to break."

"So she's awake?" Stiles had arrived soon after a text from Scott, he had been home for a few hours contemplating texting Jackson. Even though he had wanting Stiles to text him, Jackson hadn't tried to text him, so he felt it was unneeded.

Scott led him to the back to where the cage was holding the now awake wolf. It stood there and watched them with no show of aggression or caring. "She has just been standing there for the last hour. Deaton is on his way, but I'm afraid to get near the cage. Shouldn't it be trying to escape or something, like a normal wild dog would do."

Stiles crouched in front of it and stared into its deep gold eyes. There was diffidently intelligence in them. "Smart dog or smart werewolf?"

"I guess we wait for Deaton."

Deaton came soon after to find Stiles sitting in front of the cage with Scott sitting on the table behind him.

"Come on, do something. Growl. Bark. Speak."

"Stiles, leave the animal alone." He came to crouch next to him and sighed. "Most wild dogs would be pacing or cowering in the back. This one is just standing and staring."

Stiles jumped up, "Ha, that's what I said. So werewolf?"

"Now Stiles, no need to rush. I ran the tests and it isn't coming up as werewolf, but it isn't coming back as just wolf. It's similar in the way the werewolf blood heals itself, but I don't think this is a human." He stood straight and moved to the desk to pull out a syringe. "Let's sedate it, I want to test some more."

He moved to the cage door and started to unlock it. Stiles watched as it positioned its body against the back wall, as if to get away, but it didn't seem scared. "Deaton, I don't think it's scared."

"So?"

"It's got something planned." Stiles jerked away from the cage as its head turned to look at him.

Deaton nodded and put the lock back and stepped away. They watched as the wolf sat down and looked back at them. "Alright, so sedate without opening the cage." He opened a drawer at his desk and pulled out a foot long length of piping. He stuck the syringe into it and crouched in front of the cage.

The beast started to growl and then bark as he put the piping between the bars. Stiles saw his cheeks fill with air as someone started to scream in the waiting area. "Don't!"

Jackson burst in as Deaton blew the dart at the animal. It hit it in the neck and it whimpered and lay down. As if it knew what it was, as if it knew what was coming before the sedative even took hold.

"Jackson, what the hell are you doing here?" Scott was ignored as he knelt in front of the cage and reached his fingers in, trying to reach the wolf. Stiles watched amazed as the wolf tried to reach out with one huge paw, but it dropped as it went under.

"She was calling me, screaming for help." Jackson looked up glancing at the people around him and resting on Stiles. He could see tears in his eyes. "She was in my mind. She was talking to me in my mind." He seemed crazed as he stared back at the wolf and started to unlock the cage. He swung it opened and pulled the head of the she wolf into his lap before they could stop him.

"Jackson, who was talking to you?" Stiles asked as he knelt in front of him trying to catch his blood shot gaze. He was startled to see blood start to drip down his face as tears slid to join it. "Who, Jackson?"

Jackson stared down at the animal he was rocking, "Zyanya."

I loved writing that smutty scene, not to mention all that fluff between Lydia and Stiles. Don't worry, I doubt Stiles will get with her too. I think I'm at the point where Stiles and Jackson are stuck with each other.

Now how about this wolf thing? What do you guys think she is? I have the next chapter ready to post, but I'm curious to see if anyone can guess. Well Review review and guess and tell me what you think. To the anti-straight smut person, I hope I did well.