Author's Note:
I'm glad so many people seem to like this. It's the first three way piece I've ever done, so be gentle in your reviews. Also this is extremely unbeta'd, actually close to my first draft. I figured you'd want it tonight so I'm posting it now, I'll clean it up soon.
Stiles looked at Derek over Jackson's shoulder, Jackson tilted his head to the side but Derek was standing directly behind him. There was no way he could crane his neck to see what the other werewolf's expression said. Derek's heartbeat was steady though. He sensed Derek nod at Stiles, felt the brush of Derek's chin against his shoulder.
Stiles ran his hand nervously over his hair, licked his lips again and looked at the fireplace. "I'd… I'd do anything for you Jackson. Give anything to be with you, even if it's just for right now, even if I only get one more moment."
The words ripped a hole in Jackson's chest, spilled his heart out onto the floor. He wanted to say something but his throat constricted, his body seized up. Derek kissed the back of his hair lightly.
"We'll find a way to make it work," Derek whispered into his hair, loud enough that Stiles could hear it as well, "We can find a way to make it work for you."
Derek was right behind him, a werewolf just like him. Powerful, primal, he was the living embodiment of the supernatural world that Jackson had fought tooth and nail to get into so that he would be special. Stiles was right in front of him, he was fragile, human, everything that Jackson had tried to leave behind. Jackson was in the middle, caught between the human world and the supernatural world. He wasn't born a werewolf, he had made the choice to cross over, but he'd always be stuck in the middle, walking the line between the two. He never thought that he'd have someone to hold onto on each side.
He didn't know if this could work, didn't know if it was possible but he wanted it so badly. Suddenly, Stiles and Derek seemed like the two most generous people in the world. They were willing to set aside whatever they thought, whatever they wanted, however they felt about each other, all so that he could have them both. It was beautiful, it was everything he wanted, everything he could wish for, and on some level he hated himself for it. He was really as selfish as everyone had thought he was. He already had almost everything he'd ever wanted; he'd be greedy to hope for more.
He closed his eyes, his body started shaking. Derek's arms closed protectively around his waist. A moment later he felt Stiles's fingers curling into the front of his shirt, felt the soft brush of his short hair against his cheek. Derek was warm at his back, Stiles was nestled against his chest, his hands trembling gently between them. Stiles smelled afraid, Derek smelled worried. Rapid and steady heartbeats surrounded him, pinned him between their alternating rhythms.
"I don't deserve this," Jackson whispered, "Neither of you should have to go through this."
Jackson opened his eyes, Stiles was watching his face carefully. He sank into the warm brown irises of the first boy he had ever loved. He wasn't sure how he had gone a year without him, wasn't sure he could go another day.
"We talked about this Jackson," Stiles said, "Derek and I. The one thing that we agree on more than anything else is how much we love you. That's enough for us. However you want to handle it, even if…" Stiles faltered, his voice trailing off. Fear crept into the edges of his eyes. It choked off whatever he was going to say.
"Even if that means you want to leave one of us for the other one," Derek said, "We want to share you. We're both too selfish to let you go."
It made Jackson laugh, the absurdity of it, that they could somehow consider themselves selfish. Stiles made a shocked noise in his throat, it was the kind of noise that Jackson would have loved to hear coming out of him under different circumstances. Derek's fingers kneaded his sides gently. Jackson reached out, brushed his thumb along Stiles's cheek. The shorter boy tilted his head into the touch, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. Derek kissed the back of his hair again, encouraged him by pushing his hips slightly forward.
That was the end of Jackson's self-control. He couldn't hold back anymore, needed this, needed whatever it was going to become. The wolf in his mind howled out in victory, shivers ran down his spine. They could figure out all the mechanics of what they were going to do later, right now he needed to put out the raging heat that was beginning to tear through his body before it killed him.
He wrapped his hands around Stiles's waist firmly, fingers digging into Stiles's hips. Stiles made a startled noise and pulled his head back to look into Jackson's eyes. They looked at each other for only a moment. Jackson claimed Stiles's mouth eagerly. Stiles whined into the kiss, making the same desperate needy noises he made when Jackson had taken his virginity a year ago. Jackson's skin suddenly felt too tight, too hot.
Jackson sucked a desperate breath into his lungs; the air was thickening with lust, not just from Stiles but from Derek too. Derek's hands tightened on Jackson's sides, the barely functioning part of Jackson's mind was thrilled that Derek was reacting positively to Stiles, to the situation. Derek crowded against his back ground his hips into Jackson's ass.
Jackson sucked greedily at Stiles tongue when he licked against his lips. Stiles gasped, the wet noise settled low in Jackson's stomach. Jackson's claws tore through the back of Stiles's shirt. He let the sharp points drag lightly against the soft skin of the boy in his arms.
Stiles's head fell back; he let out a hissing exhale of breath. "Jackson… fuck… so sharp…" Stiles voice was broken, shaking. The wolf wanted him, wanted to hold him down, fuck him through the floor until he begged to be allowed to let the tension in his body go. Jackson growled hungrily, his wolf was always submissive to Derek's, but from Stiles, it could take whatever it wanted. His wolf wanted and it wanted now.
Derek hooked his arms over Jackson's elbows, forced his arms behind him. Jackson growled a warning and struggled but he had no leverage, Derek's strength was overwhelming. Derek's teeth closed over the back of his neck, Jackson froze in place even as Stiles ground their hips together. Jackson whined in apology to Derek even as he alternately pushed his hips forward into Stiles, grinding their groins together, and pushed back, grinding his ass into Derek's crotch. He was out of control, Derek knew it.
"Careful," Derek warned softly after releasing Jackson's neck from his teeth, "You're going to hurt him if you're not careful. You can't be as rough with him as you can be with me." Derek took the sting out of his words by licking the bite marks he'd left on Jackson's spine. "Let him have what he wants, you'll get what you want too, after you calm down a little."
Jackson made a needy whining noise, locked gazes with Stiles again. Brown eyes were blown open, pupils dilated to the point where the black almost swallowed up the brown. Stiles ran his fingers lightly under the edges of Jackson's shirt, got a leg between Jackson's so that they could both grind into each other's thighs.
The friction was good, Jackson's head rolled back and rested on Derek's shoulder. Soft, slick, wet heat trailed up over his throat and along his chin, then ran back down as Stiles's tongue got reacquainted with Jackson's skin. Stiles sank to his knees in front of Jackson, nosing into his crotch like it didn't matter that Jackson's pants were still in the way.
Derek growled his approval, nipped lightly behind Jackson's ear but didn't let his arms go, kept them interlocked with his own. Stiles mouthed Jackson's hardening cock through his jeans, the groan he let out muffled by the denim. Derek ground against his ass and Jackson didn't know what to do. He wanted to thrust forward and backwards at the same time. He was paralyzed, trapped between the two sensations. Jackson started whimpering, voice raw, they were driving him insane, the noise he was making as they teased his body was embarrassingly desperate but he couldn't stop himself.
Stiles got the hint that he should kick it up a notch when Derek made an encouraging grunt over Jackson's shoulder. He unbuttoned Jackson's jeans, unzipped them slowly. Stiles's breath was shallow, panting, and he hadn't even actually gotten his hands on Jackson's skin yet.
Jackson ground his teeth together, tried to quiet himself and looked down to see Stiles kneeling between his legs, almost reverently reaching into the front of Jackson's jeans and pressing his palm firmly against Jackson's now hard and straining dick. He choked out another tiny whine, flexed his arms against Derek's grip but it hadn't loosened.
"Easy," Derek commanded, "You want to make Stiles happy right?"
Jackson nodded, not trusting his voice. Derek rewarded him with a teasing lick, wet, hot, and so good up the side of his neck as Stiles freed him from his jeans. Jackson's fingers curled against Derek's thighs, claws tearing through the material covering them, dragging against Derek's skin but not hard enough to open it up.
"You're ok Jackson," Stiles said, his warm breath ghosting over Jackson's dick. The sensation caused it to twitch, he almost thrust forward but Stiles pushed his hips back, held him against Derek. "I'm going to make you feel good." Stiles licked up the bottom of Jackson's cock, mouthed the very tip gently before whispering against it, "You can trust us, we'll take care of you."
Jackson could feel Derek's dick, it was hard against his ass as Stiles spoke. Jackson was starting to sweat. It was the heat of the fire. It was Derek against his back, holding his arms tightly. It was Stiles on his knees, sucking Jackson deeply into his mouth. His senses were overloading, he could barely smell the sweet burning of the wood in the fireplace. It was almost entirely obliterated by the haze of lust and need clinging to the three of them.
Stiles worked his mouth and throat around Jackson, not teasing at all, sucking hard and fast just the way he had the first time he'd ever gotten his lips around Jackson's dick. He'd been too excited to hold back then; he was too excited to hold back now. Jackson gritted his teeth, flexed his muscles but Derek wasn't letting go, he tried to endure it, tried to let Stiles do what he wanted but he couldn't stay fully still.
He bucked his hips forward, driving himself into Stiles's mouth. Stiles made a hungry keening noise around his dick that resonated in Jackson's belly, made his spine quiver. Derek seemed affected by it too, his breathing was heavy, warm against Jackson's neck as he brought his mouth down to feast on the sensitive skin, nipping lightly before biting down on his shoulder with enough force that it made Jackson gasp, go rigid in his arms. His reaction made Stiles's fingers dig into his hips, curing under the waistband of his jeans and boxers.
They were going to ruin him, Jackson was right on the edge and they hadn't even taken his clothes off yet, Stiles was just sucking him down his throat like Jackson's dick was meant to be there, nestled in the wet heat. Derek wasn't helping, forceful teeth biting into his neck and shoulder, soothing tongue lapping at the skin when he released it.
Derek was so hard, Jackson ground back against him. Stiles scooted forward on his knees, following Jackson's hips, desperate to keep Jackson in his throat. It was too much. He wasn't going to last like this. Jackson felt Derek take a deep breath from right against his neck, felt Derek trail his tongue up to the space right behind his ear.
"Stiles," Derek said, "Jackson's too close, let him go."
Jackson felt Stiles's mouth and throat tremble around his cock, he whined in protest as inch by inch the wet heat released him. He was shaking in Derek's grip, his balls ached. Jackson started begging, "Please Stiles… no, no, no, so close… need you, need more."
"Derek…" Stiles said, voice hesitant as he stroked Jackson's thighs in what was probably meant to be a soothing manner but just made Jackson's dick harder. "He sounds like he's in pain, I want to make this good for him."
"Jackson," Derek said against his ear, "Be still."
Jackson froze in place; Derek's tone wasn't one of command, it didn't need to be. Jackson was innately submissive to Derek; it was part of their dynamic, one of the parts that Jackson loved the most. Sometimes he just needed someone to tell him what to do, to not take any of his arrogant self-entitled bullshit. There were other times though, where Jackson needed to be in control. Derek always seemed to know which one he needed more at any given time.
Derek moved his head to the other side of Jackson's neck, kissed it lovingly. Jackson stilled every part of his body that he could, but Stiles was still on his knees, looking at Jackson's dick. Stiles watched Jackson's hard length bob and twitch, he rubbed the fingers of one hand along his bruised and swollen lips and pressed the other to his own dick to try to ease some of the aching need that had to have been building in him. The sight of Stiles there, the smell of his lust was coiling like smoke in Jackson's lungs.
"Stiles," Derek said, "Take your clothes off; maybe if we let Jackson have a taste of you he'll calm down enough that I can let him go."
Stiles blinked at Derek nervously. He looked at Jackson as he got to his feet, mouth hanging open slightly in shock. The wolf in Jackson's mind was practically rabid; he knew that Stiles must be able to see it in his blazing eyes. He needed to taste Stiles, his wolf needed to taste Stiles, they were in agreement. He was barely resisting the urge to start howling out the need. He pulled against Derek again futilely.
Jackson licked his lips as Stiles began unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing. Stiles's skin was flushed from his ears down to his neck, Jackson wanted to get his nose into Stiles's shirt, wanted to trace the blushing with his tongue. He needed to get his lips and tongue on Stiles; he tried to take a step forward. He'd caught Derek off guard, gained a little bit, managed to force a small closing of the distance between them.
Stiles dropped his shirt to the ground, the bow around his wrist was still there, hadn't been torn off when he'd removed his shirt. Jackson panted, pulled against Derek again as Stiles undid his pants and let them slide to the floor.
Jackson followed every movement Stiles made as he adjusted the blanket that was spread around the base of the Christmas tree in the room. He stretched out on his back on top of it wearing only a pair of red boxer briefs; they were the same color as the bow on his wrist.
Stiles tucked one arm behind his head, let the one with the bow fall across his stomach. Whether it was intentional or not, Stiles had lined the bow up perfectly with the erection tenting his boxers briefs. Jackson's eyes were focused on the small damp spot at the tip; he could smell it from where he was. Stiles was practically under the Christmas tree, sprawled out looking wanton and needy. There was a desperate keening whine filling the silence in the room. Derek shuffled him forward while keeping his arms locked behind him. It wasn't until Derek helped him get down on his knees between Stiles's spread legs that Jackson realized it was coming from his own throat.
Supplementary Author's Note:
On Christmas Eve you shall have the conclusion, I thought it was going to be a two part story but I ran out of time tonight. The downside is you'll have to wait for more of the (hopefully sexy) Derek/Jackson/Stiles action.
You may be asking yourself if there is an upside. Well dear reader, there is. Making a third chapter means I'll have more time to explore what happens next, which incidently means I'll probably drag it out a bit, get all three boys whipped into a frenzy of hot sexiness. Hopefully that's work for everyone?
I somewhat think its poetic to have my first threesome be a three part story...