**OK so a lot of you guys are saying the chapters are too short which I agree, I think I was just trying to leave you with suspense…anywho I hope this chapter is an improvement =)
Derek was surprised by Jackson's sudden assertion of power but he wasn't amused. He easily pushed Jackson back against the opposite wall, so that Derek was now in control.
"I'm not impressed," he breathed into Jackson's ears, sending chills down his back.
The dirty blond teenager struggled under the werewolf grip that was pinning his chest. Jackson managed to grab Derek's arm, releasing his hold on him so that he was no longer restrained against the wall. Despite his freedom, Jackson remained in place, clutching Derek's arm, inches from the enraged werewolf.
"Really? This doesn't impress you?" Jackson guided Derek's hand under his shirt and firmly pressed it against his perfectly carved six pack. "Tell me this doesn't get that animal blood of yours pumping," he taunted.
Derek looked from his hand to the teenager eyes staring at him. What is he doing? Derek thought, What's he trying to prove?
"It doesn't" Derek snapped pulling his hand out from under Jackson's shirt. He briefly lifted up his shirt to reveal his own beautiful washboard abs. "You're not special, get over yourself,"
Jackson was pissed. He was upset at Derek's inability to acknowledge his strength and the confidence it took to stand up to Derek. But even more so, he was annoyed at his involuntary arousal at the quick glance of Derek's beautiful body. Jackson was confused; he'd never been attracted to a guy before. Well, once Danny dropped his towel coming out of the shower and Jackson's heart nearly collapsed, but he never thought anything of it.
On the other hand, Derek was more experienced. He was open with his sexuality; he always said "I might have a lot of hate, but I also have a lot of love…for everyone." So Derek could understand why he was suddenly roused by Jackson's aggression, but he couldn't grasp what/why Jackson was so persistent.
Jackson was trying his best not to strangle Derek, but also not to grab his scruffy face and kiss him. He started to walk away, mumbling something about dumb dogs, when he realized they were in his room. He stopped walking, turned around, about to demand Derek out of his room, but Derek was right there behind him.
"Woah, kinda snuck up on me there," Jackson said, wary of how Derek was eyeing him. "Look, you're not actually going to kill me," it sounded more like a question than a statement. All of his confidence vanished.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't," Derek was toying with him, circling Jackson, just to scare him.
"I, um, I, " Jackson stuttered.
Jackson was desperate and didn't know what to do. He started to sweat and his legs turned to rubber. He thought he was going to collapse and reached out to grab Derek. Jackson's hands were on Derek's waist and Derek impulsively caught him, holding him up by his shoulders.
Normally, this clear display of weakness and fear would disgust Derek, but for some reason he found it even more appealing than Jackson's bravery; he was even more turned on than before.
Jackson looked up at Derek's face, he couldn't have pictured a more menacing smile. He wasn't sure how and was completely clueless as to why, but suddenly Jackson was on Derek's lips. His lips were slamming into Derek's and his eyes were squeezed tight, like he was afraid to look.
Derek instinctively parted his lips, letting Jackson's tongue fiercely take over. He tastes so good Derek thought.
Jackson couldn't even think. He yanked Derek's shirt, trying so hard to take it off so he could feel his firm chest when suddenly, he was being heaved against the wall, Derek's soft mouth gone. Jackson yelped.
"What are you doing?" Derek growled making Jackson feel so inferior he actually recoiled.
"Uhh-well," he stuttered again. He wasn't sure what he was doing at all.
"I undress you," Derek explained, flashing a small, closed-lip, grin.
Jackson flinched as Derek ripped off his clothing within seconds. He wasn't used to being so…submissive and having someone else be in control, especially a male someone else. Yet, there he was, shaking in his boxer briefs, a noticeable erection on display and Derek staring at him like he was his favorite dessert. He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him, calling Jackson over like his pet. He obeyed, and timidly sat down beside his superior.
Derek barely allowed Jackson to take a breath before sucking the air out of him with his mouth. He pushed him back, so that he was laying on the bed, Derek on top, feeling Jackson wriggle beneath him.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Derek gasped between kissing.
Jackson was scared for a number of reasons. He was scared of Derek's intensity, he was scared of his own excitement and he was scared for his…performance; he had never been with another guy before. Derek leaned his hips into Jackson, causing the latter to moan which only made Derek hotter.
Derek had now ripped off Jackson's last piece of clothing in order to get a better handle on his full, large, hard-on. Derek slipped his hand around it with a tight grip and a slow tug.
"Oh my god," Jackson cried. He thought he was going to come right there.
"That's right," Derek purred. He positioned himself so that his face was now right in front of the boy's massive cock and suggestively licked the head.
"Ahuhohhhh," Jackson groaned, arching his back and lifting his pelvis up, closer to Derek's tongue. Derek was smiling the whole way through as he repeatedly bobbed his head, lapping and sucking away on Jackson.
Just as he felt Jackson tense up and begin to shake, Derek pulled off. Jackson nearly screamed and his hand instinctively reached for his cock to replace the missing sensation that had just been there.
Derek watched the horny teenager jerk away with such need, he couldn't restrain himself anymore.
"Turn over," Derek commanded, already flipping Jackson onto his knees.
"Get up though, on all fours," Derek added. Jackson obliged.
"Relax," Derek cooed into Jackson's ear. He reached two of his fingers into Jackson's mouth, "suck," he ordered. He submitted of course, running his tongue all over Derek's index and middle fingers. Jackson was almost about to bite down but Derek removed his fingers and gently traced Jackson's hole.
"Mmmmm aghhh," was Jackson's response.
Derek gradually pushed his fingers through Jackson's entrance, spreading him open.
"Ahhh oh my god, ughh I can't oh," he cried, literally feeling his eyes moisten.
Derek bit down on his lip, holding back from biting Jackson. Once Derek felt Jackson loosen up, he pulled out his fingers. Unexpectedly to Jackson, he felt Derek's enormous erection rub against his hole. When did he even take his pants off? Jackson wondered, everything was happening so fast.
Without warning, Derek aggressively slammed into Jackson, letting out a low growl as he entered. The recipient clutched onto the sheets, raising his head back into the air, closing his eyes tight. He was in pain but it soon turned into pleasure, or a mix of both.
Derek had one of his hands gripping Jackson's side and reached his other hand around to grab his shaft. He pumped Jackson in rhythm with his thrusts, creating a delicious movement for both of them. Jackson's cries were increasing in volume and quantity, the two sensations bringing him to his release soon.
Derek was also reaching his climax and the two came in unison; Derek grunting like the powerful werewolf he was and Jackson (for once) whimpering in surrender.
Derek slowly pulled out of Jackson, making him wince once more, and quickly put his clothes back on. Jackson collapsed, rolling over onto his back, exhausted but unsure of what to do next. He looked for his clothes but just decided to get under the covers instead and sat up against the headboard.
Derek snorted at Jackson's awkward movements. He sat down next to him and smiled.
"Sooo now what?" Jackson offered, feeling a bit self-conscious.
Derek tilted his head and furrowed his brow like he was deep in thought. "You kind of remind me of myself when I was your age," Derek responded, completely ignoring Jackson's question.
"'Cool,"
"I was an asshole,"
"You still are," Jackson retorted.
"I guess so," Derek agreed.
"Two assholes, sounds like a match made in heaven," Jackson said, he didn't mean to say that out loud.
Derek's face fell serious as he examined Jackson's expression.
Jackson was nervous; he didn't know what all of this meant but he was oddly happy. He was terrified of Derek (not that he would ever admit it) but he also didn't want him to leave.
Derek stood up and looked around the room.
"So you're not going to kill me?" Jackson asked, half kidding half serious.
Derek gave a soft smile.
"No Jackson," he leaned over and kissed Jackson, "at least not tonight,"
**back to present
Jackson was still staring at Derek, waiting for a response as to who he was and what he was doing in his room.
"I'm sorry," Derek finally muttered.
"Alright, well what are you still doing here?"
Derek wasn't sure either. It was torture, sitting there next to him, unable to remember any of the time they spent together. All Derek wanted to do was hold his hand.
"The thing is Jackson, we do know each other," Derek wasn't even sure where to begin. Should he tell him they were…romantically involved? Should he introduce him to his supernatural world again? There were so many questions and Derek didn't have one answer.
"What? What are you saying?" Jackson's voice was shaky.
"Didn't the doctors talk to you about this?" Derek was concerned.
"Well, yeah but I-I," he stuttered, "I just can't believe I really don't remember," he trailed off, now sounding more sad than angry.
"Neither can I," Derek murmured. He started making his way out the door.
"Wait," Jackson called, "aren't you going to tell me who you are?"
Derek turned back to look at his lover, his world, one more time.
"No Jackson," he whispered, "at least not tonight."
**Hope this was better! Also shout out to Heart's Fate for suggesting I come back from the flashbacks a bit! =) Please please comment!