Alright, I was rereading some reviews and one person said they thought Erica and Stiles were more like brother and sister, or allies. Not lovers.
Let me just tell you that you must not pay attention, Cause they aren't really friends in the show. She hits him in the head with a car part! Oh yeah, such great friends…
Sorry, I'm a bit hateful today. Must explain this terrible chapter.
The next few months were a steady buildup of feelings for each other. They were inseparable. The only time they were apart was when they were hanging with their friends; which usually they were together even then.
Lydia and Jackson made up, not in the sense that they were friends again, but when Stiles decided to bring him along to a party Lydia was throwing; she realized she would have to deal with him to stay friends with Stiles. It was always awkward being in the same room as each other, but they made peace for Stiles.
Scott and Isaac were the same with Allison, but she and Scott were still just as close, just not sexually. It was good to have everyone together sometimes, usually only when Lydia decided to have a Jacuzzi party. Erica and Boyd didn't really show themselves together much; Boyd was never one for public affection or public anything, but Erica didn't seem to mind. He never held her back from hanging with her friends.
Zyanya soon left on some clue about how to help Jackson, but he didn't have another episode. Who knew what happened to whoever his master was, but they weren't complaining. Jackson was content on being human. Stiles agreed.
"Alright Stiles, you're bringing Jackson to the party tonight I assume?" Lydia asked as they walked through the halls on the last day of school. Jackson had gone ahead and skipped, not having any finals to do on the last day.
Stiles nodded and waved Erica over to them. As she fell into step beside him she sighed. "Boyd doesn't know if he wants to come tonight: said that it bothers him that it's going to be half the school going instead of just the usual group."
Lydia shrugged. "His loss. I'm not going to throw a tiny thing when it's the most important party of the year."
Smirking, Stiles broke off from the group and asked, "I thought that was Slutty Halloween." He laughed as she stuck out her tongue at him and walked into class.
"Come on Stiles, just one more round." They had just had sex for the second time since he got out of school. Stiles never did bottom, but it seemed that Jackson had become addicted to it so it never came up.
"Jackson, the party is in an hour. How 'bout you join me in the shower." Jackson grinned and grabbed a condom and followed him, earning an eye roll from his boyfriend. "You're going to break me, Jackson."
He laughed and turned on the shower for them. "I'm sorry it's like I'm sated for a few minutes, and then I see you naked beside me, and I realize I need more." He pulled Stiles in after him and kissed him under the spray.
The finished cleaning each other after another bout of sex, in which Stiles complained about not having enough come to satiate Jackson. Getting dressed was also a chore since Jackson touch exposed parts, and put his hands in the way as the other boy would try to pull on his clothes. They wound up entangled in each other's arms on the floor, kissing and laughing.
Eventually they left the house and drove out to the lake house. They pulled up to the yard already filled with people and cars.
Stiles groaned, motioning toward the house. "See, we're late."
"For good causes?" Jackson offered and kissed a pouting Stiles. "Come on, babe, the party's waiting."
Lydia met them at the door and handed them both a cup. "You're late."
Taking a sip of the drink, beer, Jackson motioned toward his boyfriend. "He wouldn't leave me alone, kept trying to rape me. I had to drag him from the house just to get him to come."
Stiles hit him playfully on the arm. "Whatever."
Turning away at the sound of breaking glass, Lydia hollered over her shoulder for them to enjoy themselves. Dragging Stiles to the bathroom, he pulled out some trunks after closing and locking the door. "Let's swim."
Stiles cocked his head thinking, "How about the Jacuzzi?" He pulled down off his clothes, Jackson following suit.
"I don't know. I hate being in there with so many people." He reached out to pinch Stiles' butt before he could pull up his shorts.
"Damn you. But yeah you're right, let's swim."
They ended up sitting beside the pool with their feet in the water, enjoying the noise. Jackson looked across the pool once again to find him staring again. The boy had been staring for a few minutes and when he did catch his eyes he would smile. He was cute, very cute. Short dark hair and a very handsome face, and when got out to sit in a chair, Jackson couldn't help but appreciate his body, from a distance of course. It wasn't bad to look and appreciate.
He jumped as Lydia leaned over him, for the millionth time tonight to fill his cup with more alcohol. She was making sure they were feeling the effects of it, saying they needed to enjoy themselves. As she filled Stiles she crouched beside him. "Stiles, come dance with me."
Stiles, way more under the effect being a light weight, nodded drunkenly and tried to stand. He had to be caught by Lydia but he soon righted himself. Shrugging off Lydia he gave Jackson a kiss goodbye and followed her into the house. He chuckled to himself; drunken Stiles was entertaining.
"Don't kiss anyone." He yelled after him. It had become his thing, even though it pissed Stiles off. He got flipped off.
Once again he looked out across the pool to the boy, who held his gaze for a second before standing and walking to the gate and out of the yard. Before he disappeared he turned and smiled at Jackson. Cursing himself he followed.
This was so bad, so against what he was about. But he also didn't stop himself from standing up to follow. He looked around anxiously; so many people here were friends with Stiles. He shouldn't be doing this at all, but his dick led the way out of the gate.
"Jackson." Came the soft voice to his left. He followed it around the corner to where the gorgeous boy was leaning against the stone wall. The boy had his hands above his head, smiling at him. Jackson groaned as he grew hard, he unabashedly palmed himself.
"Are you just gonna stand there and stare, or are you going to do something?" Exactly something Stiles would say; has said. He shook his head mentally and stepped back.
"I have a boyfriend, it was bad I even followed you." Jackson was giving himself excuses, trying to talk himself into turning and walking away.
It almost worked.
"Wasn't he promiscuous when you guys first started out? Isn't it only fair that you got to stray free at least once?" The boy reached down and pulled on his shorts lowering them so Jackson could catch a glimpse of smooth skin.
He was shaved. Stiles and he never shaved, they never even mentioned it ever, but Jackson groaned at the sexiness of it. He rushed forward and crushed his lips against the boys, groaning as he opened up for him, allowing him control.
Jackson never had control with Stiles, and after too long of it, this control was like a head rush of lust. He pushed the boy's shorts down without ever leaving his mouth. Running his knuckles over smooth skin the boy gasped. Jackson fell to his knees and kissed him there.
"So fucking hot."
"Glad you appreciate."
Jackson looked up to catch his eyes as he grabbed the hard member in front of him with his hand and started to stroke. The boy's head fell back as he moaned, loudly.
"Your name?"
"Matt."
"Matt, got any lube?" Jackson wanted to fuck the shit out of him, and he bet his hole was just as hairless.
"Fuck." Matt grabbed his face, obviously mad himself. He pulled Jackson up and lowered himself down to pull down his pants. His eyes widened at the size. "I guess we'll have to do with what we got." He took the head in his mouth and ran his tongue over the whole this, leaving generous amounts of saliva over the whole thing.
Standing up, he turned around and spit into his hand, reach back between his ass to coat his hole. Jackson cursed as he watched him drive two fingers inside himself. He couldn't take it anymore, he pushed away Matt's hand and smoothly entered him, not pausing until he was covered to the hilt.
Matt sighed happily, obviously used to this. He reached behind him to grab Jackson's face and kissed him as he was pounded from behind. Grudgingly, Jackson didn't last long as the boy met his thrust and he came inside him. This was better than any blowjob Stiles could ever give. Damn him for keeping him away from knowing such pleasure.
He didn't pull out, but stayed inside Matt, kissing lightly at his shoulder. "Damn, that was fucking good."
"Jackson?" Came a choked voice from behind them. Matt saw who it was first and pulled away, wincing as, with a pop, Jackson's dick was pulled out. He pulled up his pants, while Jackson followed suit, but stayed beside him.
"Stiles." Jackson sobbed at seeing his boyfriend standing there, already crying. "Babe, please…"
"Fuck you." Stiles said, choking on the words and throwing his drink. Jackson tried to dodge it, but it hit his shoulder, covering both him and matt in alcohol. "Fuck you." He says this softly, still crying and runs from him.
Jackson doesn't move, and jerks when he feels an arm on his shoulder. He turns to look at Matt, who is wide eyed. "I'm sorry this is all my fault, if it wasn't for me being so… I'm sorry. If you want to hit me you c…"
Pulling him into him, Jackson begins to cries into his shoulder, and Matt wraps his arms around him. Why was he crying on the shoulder of the boy who was the reason Stiles was probably about to break up with him? Why wasn't he chasing after him?
Jackson pulled away to look at him. "I shouldn't have seduc…"
"Matt, stop. It's my fault. I could have said no." He unwrapped himself from his arms and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "Maybe it was time. I got to go."
He left him there. Looking back one more time, his heart wrenched as he saw him punch the stone wall, causing his hand to bleed. "You fucked up. Why did you do that? You're a selfish, horrible person." Jackson felt himself want to go stop the boy from saying such things about himself, to hold him, but he needed to find Stiles, before any more could ruin the night.
"Are you serious?" Lydia crouched on the ground in front of Stiles, who was sitting on the toilet, crying. He had grabbed her as soon as he found her and dragged her to the bathroom, locking the door.
Stiles lifted his face up from his hands, both of them drenched in tears. What a way to sober up. "He was fucking him. Even like did that nuzzle thing at his neck when he's happy." He started to sob again as the image came back to him.
Lydia didn't know what to say. Jackson had never even looked at another girl when he was with her, let alone cheat. But then again, he would always check out guys. Maybe he was different now. "Hun, do you want to go home?"
Stiles looked up, hiccupping on a sob as he tried to stop himself from crying. He shook his head. "All his shit is there. I don't want him to try to find me there. I don't want to see him at all."
Sighing she pulled him up by his wet hands. "Alright, you can come stay at my house tonight. Come on."
She pulled him by the hand toward the front room where she picked up her keys and led him to her car. Opening the door for him she helped him sit down.
"Stiles, wait!" He looked out the window at him and felt the tears fall down his face. He shook his head at the boy standing in front of the car. Jackson's face fell as Lydia got in the car and started it. When the headlights came on, Stiles almost went to him as he saw the tears on his cheeks.
"Lydia, go." He choked out and she complied.
They drove in silence all the way to her house. She led him into the house after being pushed away from trying to help. Stiles followed her to the shower where she turned it slightly cold. "It'll help." Leaving him alone, he stripped and sat under the stream, letting the water wash away the tears.
Feeling more awake, if not still broken, he walked to her room with a towel wrapped around him. She looked up from her desk and just looked at him for a moment before motioning to the shorts on the bed. Without thinking he dropped the towel and pulled them on.
He crawled under the blankets of her bed and lay to face her. Her eyes betrayed the calm look on her face. Stiles kicked himself mentally, knowing the feelings she had for him, the feelings he had shared with her. But he needed someone right now.
"Wanna keep me company? I don't think I'll be able to sleep, and you don't look tired." He repeated her own words to her from so long ago softly, reaching out his hand to her. She laughed softly and lifted herself out of her shirt and pulled off her pants, leaving her in only her purple lace underwear.
"Little mermaid." He said with a smiled and she scoffed, but joined him under the blankets. She lay on her side and they looked at each other for a while. Stiles saw what he wanted there in her eyes. She was hurt for him, felt for him, and loves him. What he knows they feel for each other is far different from the lust that started his relationship with Jackson.
Reaching out and grabbing her hand, he pulled her against him. He loved the feeling of her hot skin against him; loved that her body fit perfectly against his own. Lydia reached up and cupped his face, leaning up to brush her lips against his. Pulling away, she allowed him to position himself over her, laying between her legs.
He claimed her mouth once more and ground against her heat. It was as if the shorts were holding none of the feeling back. She groaned as he rubbed against her sex, and wrapped her arms around his neck, arching her back to press against his chest. He reached between her legs, slipping a finger under the waist band, but she stopped him.
"Stiles, this won't make you feel better tomorrow." Lydia sighed and cupped his cheek. "We shouldn't do this."
Stiles leaned down to kiss her collar bone, and kept his lips pressed there for a moment, thinking. "Why shouldn't we? I've wanted you forever Lydia. If he can go and fuck a random stranger, shouldn't I get to make love to someone I have actual feeling for?"
"Oh, Stiles." She softly pushed him off her and they returned to laying on their sides, looking at each other. Lydia wanted to, so bad. Why did he have to be so amazing? "I want this too, but I'm not gonna let you regret this tomorrow, and I don't want to feel like I'm being used because you're upset."
Stiles sighed. "Lydia, I want you. Even when I was with Jackson."
"But you love him, and that's why it hurts so bad right now, and why I can't let my own feelings get in the way of making sure you're alright. Are you alright?" She asked him.
He remembered how he felt when he found Jackson with that boy. He looked content and happy. It made it even worse that the boy was a stranger. At least a stranger to Stiles, did they know each other? Had Jackson been cheating on him for a while? Tomorrow they might be over. Tomorrow they could fight and break each other hearts irreversibly.
Stiles shook his head as he started to cry. "He doesn't love me anymore."
She wrapped her arms around him and held him to her chest. "Oh, Stiles."
Jackson walk to his car to follow them but was stopped by not being able to find his keys. He cursed and hit his car with the palm of his hands. He leaned forward against the car and began to cry again.
"Hey." He looked up to find Matt standing there. Jackson smiled sadly at him. He couldn't be mad at him; none of this was his fault, not when Jackson could have not even followed him.
"Hey, Matt." Looking down at his hand, he noticed it was no longer bleeding. There was angry red cuts, but he seemed fine.
The boy walked forward and leaned his back against his car. That's when he noticed he had put a shirt and a pair of jeans on. Realizing he had left them in his pocket when he changed, he went back into the house to change and walked back with his keys clutched in his hand.
Matt was still leaned up against his car as he came back. "You left me in the middle of a conversation." He looked moack angry, but his lips were slightly lifted at the corners.
Jackson stood in front of him, trying to stop himself from smiling back, waiting for Matt to move because he was leaning right on the door. "Excuse me."
"Oh, you're not leaving here after drinking as much as you did." He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to beg.
"I need to get away from here."
The boy shrugged. "Fine, I'll drive."
He glared, and then went wide-eyed as he grabbed the keys from his hands and got into the driver's seat. Jackson opened the door back up and growled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'll take you home. You don't need to drive." Grabbing the door, he closed it again and this time locked it, smirking at him through the window.
He was going to be the death of him. Jackson sighed and got into the passenger seat. Matt looked triumphant as he started the car and drove off. Maybe he was drunk, or roofied.
"Damn, this car is nice."
"Yeah, it fucking pisses me off that you're driving it." He looked over at him and found him smiling with glee; driving a bit too fast. "You need to slow down. Did you drink anything tonight?"
Matt looked over at him and looked at him like he was an idiot. "I don't drink."
Grudgingly dropping the subject, they didn't say anything until he turned down his street. "How did you know where I lived?"
Blushing, he pulled up to his house. "I just found out, like when I was driving by one day." He looked out the window, and then said. "Because I asked my friend to show me where you lived."
Jackson didn't know how to react. This kid had found out where he lived, maybe even followed him to the party just to seduce him. He should be so much angrier, but he found he was just annoyed. "You stalked me to the party?"
Matt turned fast and frowned. "It was a party the whole school was invited to. I just took my chance back there and you took it." His eyes went dreamy and he leaned back. "God, it was so good."
Although the praise made his spirits rise, he tried to pushed them back down. "You probably made me lose my boyfriend." His heart clench, and he almost had trouble breathing.
There was a look of challenge in his eyes as he said, "I'd be lying if I said I was sorry. I've been in love with you for a while, but you don't even know I exist." He looked sad but held up his chin, braced against whatever Jackson would say.
Jackson sighed; damn it if he didn't like this kid. With how he focused on only certain people, it was quite possible that he could've spoken to this kid at some time and completely forgotten him the next day. He was a terrible person. Maybe he didn't deserve Stiles.
"Give me my keys, I'm going to bed." He snatched them from his hands and they both stepped out of his car. Locking it he turned and started to walk up the steps. Turning back, realizing he didn't know where the boy lived, he saw him walking down the street.
Sighing, he yelled out his name. When the boy turned around he saw in his eyes that he wasn't close to home. "Do you want to stay the night? I can take you home in the morning." Matt smiled and walked quickly up to him and followed him into the house.
Grumbling that he was too nice for his own good, he led the way to his bedroom where he threw a blanket and pillow on the floor, not looking at the boy. He stripped to his briefs and got under his own covers. Rolling back over to tell him to turn off the light, he found him still standing there awkwardly.
"What is wrong now?"
Matt shrugged. "I don't know. It's weird being in here, with you." He laughed and blushed and Jackson wanted nothing more to kiss him. Fuck you emotions for ruining his life.
"Turn off the light and lay down. Go to sleep, pretty simple." He nodded and turned away from him. Jackson watched as he threw off his shirt and shimmied from his tight jeans, revealing that pert ass that he had felt earlier. Growing hard under the covers he turned over and whispered a thanks when the light went out.
"Good night, Jackson."
"Yeah.
Karma was so fucking him today. He fucked a beautiful boy, and then lost a beautiful boy. He realized with a shudder of anger that Lydia had taken him to her house probably. She had probably had sex with him to 'make him feel better.'
Pissed at the new thought he rolled over and leaned over the bed to look at Matt. He was sprawled on his stomach with his chin on his hands, wide awake.
"Hey."
Matt looked up with him with an adorable smile. "Hello. Can't sleep?"
"Kinda." Jackson paused before continuing. Maybe he wanted to be free of Stiles. They did have a good relationship, but he also always felt that something was missing, found himself thinking, not of other people, but of other relationships he had had. They all missed something and had ended badly. So might as well take this one in stride.
"If you take off your underwear, you can share the bed with me." Matt's eyes went wide, but then he smirked and stood up. He turned around and slowly leaned over and pulled off his underwear. Jackson grew hardonce again and he pulled off his own, throwing them at him as he walked to the bed.
Before actually getting in the bed he stopped, "Are you sure about this? You could work it out with Stiles tomorrow."
"First of all, you don't get to talk about Stiles. Second, it was time, and that's all you need to know. Now get over here." He tucked the boy against him as he finally crawled under the blankets.
Jackson closed his eyes and inhaled the new scent of this boy. "Why do you shave down there?"
Matt laughed softly and rolled over to talk to him. "I just like it smooth."
Letting his fingers run across the smooth expanse, he nodded. "Me too."
Do you guys hate me yet? Cause if you don't. I'm probably doing my job wrong. Will they make up? Will Jackson lie about the obvious second time with Matt. Can any of you guys see where this is going?
Review my loves.