This chapter has two scene because one of them is too short to have it's own solo chapter. Both are explicit and have Derek & Jackson in an established relationship of sorts. First drabble is just standard Halemore. Second is Halemore with a touch of Peter. So if vaguely incest-related stuff isn't your thing, just don't scroll past the asterisks. :)

Jackson felt Derek tremble above him and quickly pulled back on Derek's cock. His tongue swirled around the head of it while he sucked down. A hand dug roughly into his hair.

Derek grunted one last time. He felt Derek's cock shudder out it's thick load, filling his mouth with salty cum, despite Jackson swallowing a few times. He inhaled deeply through his nose, overloaded with Derek's musk and taste but still determined to take everything Derek offered.

Derek finally collapsed against the hood of the car, his skin a sweaty sheen, his body spent. "My god," he gasped.

Jackson stood up and stretched out his cramped legs, his smug grin back in place. "Told you I look after what's mine."

Derek stared at him with wide eyes, his chest heaving. "You swallowed…all of it?"

"Don't act so surprised. I have a rep to maintain after all." Jackson shot Derek a cheeky grin, and allowed himself to be pulled in close. Derek pressed against him, all hot and sweaty.

"Not that I'm complaining about the taste, but do you have any gum?" asked Jackson.

* * * Second Drabble * * *

It was late that night when they got back home at Derek's. They were barely inside before Derek shoved Jackson against the wall and peppered him with kisses. The loft was dark except for a pool of light over by the stairs leading up to Peter's room.

Jackson could feel Derek's hardness already jutting up against him while they kissed. His gaze flicked back to the stairs. The light was still on. "Stop it!" he said, shoving Derek off him. "You stink of garlic."

"So do you," huffed Derek.

Jackson ignored him and stalked off to Derek's room. It was more a corner space, than a room. Hardly private. He didn't want an audience for what Derek had in mind. He switched the bedside lamp on and was kicking off his shoes when he felt arms slide around his waist and lips nuzzled along his neck. A hand pawed at his crotch. Jackson slapped it away and shifted away from Derek.

Derek crossed his arms. "I haven't seen you all week and you choose now to play hard to get?"

"It's called Final's Week. Or didn't they have that back in your era?"

Derek glared at him.

"Besides," continued Jackson, sarcastic grin in place. "I'm so tired from practice today."

"Horse-shit! You were broadcasting arousal scents all evening. You're horny and you want it bad."

Jackson snorted and rolled his eyes. "Wishful thinking, much?" He turned his back on Derek and took off his shirt. "Why don't you go rub one out in a cold shower or something."

Jackson found himself flung down on the bed. "Hey! Don-"" Derek captured his mouth with his own, silencing him while he tried to pin Jackson's hands down. Their hands wrestled for control, Jackson's dirty fighting tricks a near match for Derek's alpha strength.

"Ow! Stop that!" grunted Derek, lying half on top of Jackson. "Take off your damn jeans or I'll rip them off!"

"Don't you dare! They cost more than your entire wardrobe!"

Derek's eyes glowed red in the dimly lit room. "Why the fuck does everything have to be so difficult with you? Can't things be easy just for once?"

Jackson scowled back up at Derek. "Oh I'm sorry, if it's easy you want, you should have gone home with that flaming gay waiter who was shamelessly flirting with you all night!"

"So that's what this is all about. You're jealous!" laughed Derek.

"As if I'd be jealous of a waiter," sneered Jackson. He was in fact jealous of anyone who dared look at his boyfriend for too long but he'd never admit that to Derek. He'd never hear the end of it. Jackson pushed Derek off him so he could work his jeans off.

Derek smiled and quickly shucked off his own clothes. He was going commando, of course.

Jackson spied the impressive boner Derek was still sporting. But he fought back the urge to touch Derek. Jackson couldn't concede, he just wouldn't give the man the satisfaction. "No, nothing's going to happen tonight," he said, moving to lie down on the bed.

Derek sighed. He came up next to Jackson, his hands roaming the other's prone body.

"Take off your briefs," ordered Derek.

Jackson opened his mouth to say no, but thought better of it when he saw the look on Derek's face. If he pushed him too far, Derek might lose his patience and kick him out.

Jackson avoided Derek's gaze and slipped off his briefs. Derek crowded in close, his breath hot on Jackson's skin. He pushed Jackson down flat on the bed. Derek began to kiss his way down Jackson's torso, his stubbled lips tickling Jackson's skin.

Jackson couldn't help but be aroused. He craved Derek all week and now to have him right there, in such limited contact; it was almost torture. A hot mouth enclosed around his cock. Pleasure flooded Jackson's senses. Still, an increasingly distant part of Jackson's mind was aware of a third heart beat, Peter, who was obviously still awake.

"Derek…"

A hand cuffed at Jackson's mouth, trying to silence him. Jackson grabbed a fistful of Derek's hair and pulled him off his cock.

"Derek, Peter's still awake," he whispered.

"So what if he hears us?" muttered Derek. "He's bi."

His response baffled Jackson but Derek didn't allow him much time to think. His greedy mouth already back sucking at Jackson's hard cock. It felt so good that he almost didn't hear the footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Stop! He's coming downstairs!" hissed Jackson, trying to pull Derek off him.

Derek shoved Jackson back down. "Shut up for once in your life,"

"I heard my name mentioned," came Peter's mild voice. Peter appeared in the lamp's dim light. He was shirtless and wore only a loose pair of sweatpants. "Hope I'm not intruding, Derek."

"No," replied Derek. "Nothing much was happening anyway," he said, scowling at Jackson. He seemed completely fine with being caught nude in front of his uncle.

Jackson wiggled out from Derek's grasp and slipped under the bed's covers. Derek growled and tugged the covers off, kicking them off the bed.

"You should feel no shame," said Peter. "No need to cover that fine body on my account."

Jackson stared at Peter. Too shocked to speak. Was that an erection in those sweatpants?

"Peter and I used to fool around together with others, back in the day," said Derek, his tone matter of fact. Jackson shot Derek a look. What the hell?

Peter came closer to the bed, "It's no big deal, we're both tops so..." He gave a little shrug. Jackson could smell the man's musky arousal mingling with Derek's. It was intoxicating.

"What do you say?" asked Peter.

Derek stroked Jackson's back. "It's up to you, Jacks."

Jackson flicked back to Peter. He might be older but he was still very handsome and kept himself in great shape. More importantly, Jackson wanted to do everything that Derek's past lovers had done. No one was going to show him up, even if it was with the sometimes scary Peter Hale.

"Sure, why not?" Jackson had his cocky grin back in place. "Let's see if you can keep up, old man."

Peter just smiled and looked over at Derek. "Down for a D.P. tonight?"

"D.P.? Is that like short for Derek Peter?" asked Jackson.

Derek chuckled, a wicked glint in his eye. "How about we show you?"