Back to regular Teen Wolf Verse. Derek's PoV for a change.
Derek woke with a smile on his face, his nose already making him aware that Jackson still lay beside him.
He seemed so much younger in his sleep. Jackson usually gave off so much hostility and bluster that it was easy to forget just how young he was. Soft, supple, unmarked skin that covered a leanly muscled body. A body that in the past few weeks Derek had come to learn every soft curve and every hard plane.
Derek reached out and traced his finger along Jackson's jawline. It was strong and dominant like Jackson's stubborn nature. He knew from experience those full, fleshy lips of Jackson's denoted a lusty, passionate side. That lightly freckled nose hinted at a fragility, a softness that Jackson worked so hard to hide, just like he hid those freckles from the world. Those eyebrows-
"What are you looking at?" asked Jackson, snapping his eyes open.
"You, and your caterpillar eyebrows."
"Ha! Look at your own caterpillar eyebrows," teased Jackson, a grin playing on his lips.
Derek didn't reply. He pulled Jackson in close and slid his thigh over the youth, grinding his morning wood against him.
"Mhmmm," moaned Jackson. He jerked his face away from Derek's mouth, not allowing even a single kiss. "You think I'm gonna hook up with my perving stalker?"
"Stalker? I seem to recall someone slipping into my bed last night." Derek's hand roamed down to cup that cute ass while he nibbled at Jackson's ear. Jackson shivered and ground his hard cock against Derek's. Pleasure rippled through Derek's body.
"You came for me," murmured Derek.
"No, I came for a fuck. You're just the easiest option. Now give it up big boy." Jackson shoved his hand down between them, seeking out Derek's dick. Derek caught the offending hand and pinned it down above Jackson's head.
"You like me, admit it." Derek leaned in closer, his mouth seeking out Jackson's.
"Nope, only here for sex," said Jackson, twisting his face away.
Derek pulled away to scowl at Jackson.
Jackson rolled his eyes. "Ugh. Disappointed I'm not sweet on you? That I'm not out there carving our names in a tree? Well run home and cry to Mommy, coz that's not gonna happen."
Derek flinched. It was like being doused with a bucket of cold water. He pulled away from Jackson, and sat up. How dare he mention his dead mother?!
"Get out," he growled, unable even look at Jackson right now.
Jackson cursed under his breath. "Derek, I'm sorry. I'm a fuckwit for saying that, even for me."
Derek kept his back to him, fighting the urge to throttle Jackson.
Jackson sighed. "I'm fucked up alright? It's just… I just….How you even look at me? You know what I did to those people-"
"That was Matt," said Derek, still facing away.
"Still, I wouldn't have even turned into a freakin kanima if i wasn't a headcase. Course I wouldn't be a werewolf when i can't even be a Whittemore."
Derek turned around and shot Jackson a quizzical look.
"Oh please, I know everyone gossips about me being adopted. Jackson the fake Whittemore. I try so hard to be like them, to fit in. Be deserving of the name. I'm just never good enough."
Derek was shocked. Jackson never talked about his feelings, let alone his family. He remained silent, unsure how to respond.
"Fuck knows my real parents. Who gives up their baby? White trash, junkies, rape victims." A bitter smile spread across Jackson's face. "Hell, maybe I'm a fucking incest baby."
"Jackson..." Derek reached out to him, but Jackson pulled away.
"Don't. I hurt people that get close to me. Ask Lydia."
He made another grab for Jackson, this time managing to pull him into a tight embrace. Jackson buried his face into Derek's neck.
He started to run his hand along Jackson's bare back, trying to soothe the tension out of him. "You're talking a lot of shit," muttered Derek.
He was rewarded with a muffled half-hearted "Fuck you."
"You don't need to be Jackson Whittemore. You can be Jackson, member of the Hale pack. My first beta. Jackson, Danny's best buddy. Jackson, my sexy underage boyfriend."
"You're good enough for me," he whispered in Jackson's ear.
Jackson looked up to face him, his blue eyes red and shining. They stared at each other for a moment.
"I'm only underage for a couple more months," blurted out Jackson.
Derek chuckled and leaned in for a kiss. This time Jackson let him.