I wanna be your endgame

I wanna be your first string

I wanna be your A Team ;

I wanna be your endgame

Stiles had pulled into his driveway thirty minutes ago, nothing exciting happened at the meeting. Jackson came back from the bathroom and gave him a wink before he nestled in his spot underneath Lydia again. Stiles tried not to look at them too much, seeing them together made his heart want to drop out of his chest. He knew the reason; he had been feeling like this for the last six months. He had wanted to tell Jackson so many times over the course of that, but there never seemed to be a perfect time; but he promised himself that he would tell him tonight. Stiles wasn't sure how Jackson would take the revelation but Stiles couldn't keep this from Jackson. He cared too much about him though he was sure the other male didn't feel the same way. Stiles looked at the clock on his wall, it was ten til eleven, Jackson would be here soon. He moved to his window and opened it before moving to the bed and sitting down at the end, thought of the kiss on the bus playing through his mind as he heard his floor creak in front of him. He looked up to see one of Jackson's legs already on the floor as he pulled the other over. Stiles smiled at the other, Jackson returned it as he crossed into his space. He said nothing as he pushed Stiles back on the bed, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. A moan escaped from Stiles' plump lips as they pressed against Jackson's, his hand moving under the other's shirt. Fingertips tracing the firm lines of his toned torso as they made their way to Jackson's back, resting just above his ass. Jackson's hands went on an adventure of their own, snaking their way under the front of Stiles' shirt and up his chest. A hand on each of his pecs, moving his fingers ever so slow to the erect nipples, turning them. Jackson knew what this did to the other, It was a mistake the way he discovered it, but the noises Stiles made drove him wild. A louder moan escaped his lips, with Stiles pulling away from his lips to whisper Jackson's name.

"Yes, Stilinski?" asked Jackson with a smirk on his face.

"You know what that does, and I told you I wanted to talk to you tonight." Said Stiles, Jackson nodded but did it again before pulling his hands away.

"And we can talk tonight, I promise, but first." Said, Jackson, as his hands went to Stiles' hem of his shirt, tugging on it. Stiles followed the silent order, lifting his hands into the air as Jackson slipped off his shirt slowly, exposing the pale, mole laden torso with the trail of hair leading into the other's jeans. Jackson looked into Stiles' eyes for a moment, before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to his neck, his tongue finding its way out between his lips, licking slowly. Stiles gasped as another moaned filled the quiet of the room. Jackson's hands moving gently over the chest, moving down the trail of hair, before undoing the buttons on the jeans.

"Jackson." Came a soft moan from Stiles, but Jackson said nothing this time. He moved his lips from the neck, kissing down the chest, before ending up on his knees in front of Stiles. Doing this for the other was fairly new to Jackson. In fact, this was only the second time he had ever been on his knees in front of Stiles. Stiles always beat him to the punch and never asked for it in return, plus the thought of doing it had always frightened Jackson. There was something about Stiles that eased his concerns, plus the taste of the other had become an addiction to him, but he wouldn't say that. He looked up to Stiles as he pulled down the jeans, to reveal the Batman boxers. Jackson smirked up at Stiles, who blushed. Jackson always made fun of his superhero boxers but Stiles never stopped wearing them. He could see the symbol of the caped hero was tented up towards the sky. Reaching forward, he wrapped his hand around the cock, causing a louder moan to fill the air.

"You don't have to do this." Said Stiles softly, his voice faltering slightly.

"Shut up, Stilinski." Said Jackson with a smile as he leaned forward, undoing the single button on the front of the boxers before fishing out the erect, cut cock. Stiles wasn't as long as Jackson's eight inch cock, but the girth was bigger, in fact, he was shocked Stiles had such a big cock the first time he had seen it. He took a breath before he sunk down on the cock, the smell of arousal wafting into his nostrils, making his eyes roll back in his head; causing the same reaction in Stiles. Stiles leaned back, his fingers gripping the sheets and giving them a tug. He hadn't gotten used to this feeling, he never thought he would ever get a blow job in his life, especially one from Jackson. Jackson slid his tongue out of his mouth, licking up the cock as he sucked gently. His own cock stirring in his pants, but tonight, he wanted to make Stiles feel good. He wasn't even sure why, but he wanted to and the thought frightened him.

"I don't think I will last long." Warned Stiles in an embarrassed tone, he could last for hours when he was jerking himself off but the sensation of it being a mouth was too much for him. Jackson could last over 30 minutes from a blow job when Stiles would give him one, but Stiles hadn't learned that trick yet. Jackson didn't move from the cock, he thought about it, the taste of cum wasn't something he enjoyed yet but instead, he stayed. Bobbing faster on the cock, he could feel the cock swelling in his mouth, Stiles hairy balls moving against his body as the salty seed filled his mouth and Stiles moaned out in ecstasy, the word "Fuck" falling from his lips. Jackson smirked as he pulled off the cock, standing up and sitting down beside Stiles without saying a word.

"T..Thank you." Said Stiles breathlessly, leaning back to catch his breath as his cock grew soft and going back inside of his boxers.

"Anytime, Stilinski, "said Jackson licking his lips, "so you wanted to talk?"

"What? Oh yeah." Said Stiles sitting up, the orgasm had made him stupid for a moment, then there was a fear that this would be his last blow job for a long time.

"What is it?"

"It's us."

"What about us?" asked Jackson, moving from the bed, walking towards the window and looking out.

"What are we?" asked Stiles looking at him, Jackson shrugged.

"Human and Werewolf,"

"Funny, I think my sarcasm is rubbing off on you." Said Stiles chuckling nervously, a smirk playing on Jackson's lips.

"Side effect of swallowing your cum, I guess."

"Seriously, Jackson. What would you think our label would be if you had to pick one?" asked Stiles looking down at his fingers, picking slowly at his cuticles. He wasn't sure where this conversation was about to go, but there was this fear inside of him. This conversation was about to change everything. Jackson turned from the window and looked at Stiles. He could hear the heartbeat, Stiles was scared. He knew this would happen soon. Jackson knew Stiles would grow feelings, he could smell the jealousy on him sometimes when he saw him with Lydia. Lydia, his girlfriend, the one he had been cheating on for two years with the cute guy across the room from him. He turned towards the window again, he had to think. He knew whatever came from this conversation tonight would change things, even for better or worse.