Summary: Stiles' reactions the night Scott pays a visit and the morning after he and Jackson have some alone time.

A/N: Cute banter and flirting is basically this chapter.


Stiles woke up the next morning to his alarm clock buzzing against his nightstand. He didn't remember setting an alarm since they didn't have school but obviously it was going off for a reason. "No." He whined as his hand smashed against the snooze button a few times until the ringing stopped.

His phone beeping on the other side of him didn't help his apparent grumpiness either.

7:03am- Good, good, I thought I was gonna have to start a rescue party. Kidnapping is not cool.
7:05am- how was orientation?

7:10am- SCOTT IT IS 7AM. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS?! IT'S AN UNGODLY HOUR ON A FRIDAY THAT WAS CREATED FOR THE UNNATURAL.
7:11am- GO TO BED.
7:11am- NOW.

7:14am- Geez, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

7:17am- actually, yeah, I did. I woke up near a loud buzzing alarm clock plus I went to bed late so I'm a tad bit grumpy!

7:20am- This is why you should keep your phone on vibrate or silent and your alarm off on weekends.

7:17am- you can't tell but I'm glaring so hard at you that you're going to spontaneously combust.

7:19am- Good thing I can't see you.

-incoming call-

"You're such an asshole and you're lucky I like you." Stiles ranted.

"You can't quit me, I'm addictive."

"Obviously."

"So are you going to tell me how the orientation went?"

"It went fine. It was a long and drawn out tour and tedious activities but," Stiles paused for a second and rolled over onto his back. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before smiling. "It wasn't all bad though."

"Oh? What happened?"

"I met this guy-"

"-you saucy minx." Scott said, cutting off Stiles' sentence.

"I will murder you and I will get away with it."

"Okay, okay, I'm only kidding. Now tell me, who's this guy?"

"His name is Jackson, he's a sophomore and he's really nice actually. He helped me out when I had another attack."

"Shit, Stiles, you okay? It wasn't too bad was it?" He felt even worse for bailing on Stiles.

"Nah, don't worry, I'm fine." He smiled and sat up from the bed. "It was a minor one." He lied.

"Good." Scott worried about Stiles and his anxiety attacks.

"On the bright side I actually made a friend and I wasn't too awkward." It wasn't a big deal but for Stiles it was. He usually eased into new social situations so for him to just jump right in was an improvement. He felt pretty good not having to depend on having someone there with him.

"I'm glad. He seems like a nice guy and if you like him, I like him."

"He is and I do."

"I'm sure you two will be a lovely couple."

"I'm hanging up now. Goodbye."

"Stiles, wait, I'm kidding!"

He hung up.


Sunday rolled around quickly and Stiles would have been lying if he said that he wasn't nervous about moving onto campus. He was leaving home, leaving his comfort zone, leaving his family and friends.

He was leaving his safe haven that he grew accustomed to.

It was expected to be nervous because come on; it was new surroundings, new people, and new unpredictable experiences. So yeah, who wouldn't be nervous? As routine he brushed his teeth, showered, ate breakfast and lounged around the house over-thinking everything that was anything. Despite Scott's pep talks and efforts to ease his worries, he still couldn't calm his nerves.

So he ended up texting Jackson.

11:39am- so I may or may not be freaking out right now.

11:42am- I may or may not come find you right now.

11:44am- A good come find or bad?

11:44am- Define your idea of good.

11:45am- it involves cookies and videos games. Sex is optional.

11:46am- alright, it's a good come find. I calmed you down before I'm sure I can do it again~

11:46am- Am I detecting flirtation?

11:47am- Stiles: 0 and Jackson: 1

11:47am- Alright then, lover boy, what are you doing Monday at 10am?

11:50am- Something with you.
11:50am-
Jackson: 2

11:52am- You only won the battle. Remember that.
11:53am- And since you'll be doing something with me, you will be helping me carry very heavy boxes.
11:54am- and by helping, I mean I'm going to use you for manual labor as I watch from the sidelines with a beverage.

11:56am- Sounds like a plan, you dork.

11:57am- good, you hater.
11:58am- our pet names are lacking the endearing factor.

11:58am- would you prefer I called you, cupcake?

11:59am- cupcakes are delicious and so am I.

12:00pm- Perfect fit then.

Conversation with Jackson tended to clear his mind. They didn't get to talk too long because he was headed to Allison's house to hang out with Scott and Allison. He didn't want to be rude and text the entire time.


"Just friends my ass." Scott said with a grin. "You've got a crush on this guy, it's written all over your face."

"I don't even know him that well."

"You don't need to know someone to have a crush."

Stiles groaned.

"He's right, Stiles." Allison chimed in.

Stiles groaned again but louder.

"Dude, come on. There's nothing wrong with it. Doesn't matter if it's a guy, a crush is a crush."

Allison nodded. "Feelings are feelings."

"I do not have a crush and I did not sign up for motivational speaker."

It's not like Stiles constantly brought up Jackson- but he did. It wasn't like he thought about Jackson on the daily basis- but he did. It wasn't as if he smiled, grinned, or laughed at the mere thought of Jackson 'I fucking can't get you out of my head' Whittemore- but he did. "Okay, both of you, I must flee because yeah, I think it's time for me to not talk about nonexistent crushes."

They both grinned and watched Stiles make his way to the door. "Bye, Stiles."

He grinned and waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah, see you two lovebirds tomorrow."


When Stiles said that he was going to use Jackson as manual labor he was not kidding. Jackson obviously didn't mind and neither did the girls who watched the shirtless teen lug in countless boxes of Stiles' belongings.

Stiles watched from the car with flushed cheeks. Jackson was sweating and had discarded his shirt because it was sticking to his torso. It was hard to ignore but the guy was beautiful. Lean body, muscles, definition in all the right places and holy fuck! Stiles wasn't blushing, his face was always red like that. At least that was the story that he was sticking with.

"I'm glad to see your statements are accurate." Jackson cooed as he maneuvered himself into Stiles' personal space.

"I don't play when it comes to manual labor." He teased as he offered his drink to Jackson. "I tend to keep my word."

The blond took the offered juice and grinned. "I expect my payment to be to satisfactory?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it." Stiles smiled. "I pay handsomely."

Jackson leaned in closer and Stiles might have stiffened, in all the wrong places. He smirked and grabbed his shirt from the hood of Stiles' jeep and twisted around him to grab the last box. "You should go park your car in the residence lot. I'll meet you back in your room."

"Uh yeah, alright, um thank you."

"Don't sweat it." He tossed his shirt over his shoulder and head back towards the dorm building.


Okay, so maybe there was a possibility of a crush— maybe. Everyone knew that Stiles was not one to put labels on himself and he honestly had no preference for a gender. Girls were attractive, guys were attractive, and it was as simple as that. Regardless, he never pursued anyone so what he was doing now was all new and he was walking on eggshells.

Once they finished unpacking, Jackson groaned and flopped down onto Stiles' bed. "Looks like I'm not going to the gym tonight."

"Don't tell me that little work out wore you out. Tsk-tsk, young man."

"Who says that was my reasoning?"

Stiles moved over to the bed and stared down at Jackson. "Then what is it?"

Jackson shot a hand out and tangled his fingers in Stiles' T-shirt. With a swift pull he yanked the other teen closer to the bed. "You."

Stiles' eyes went wide and he glanced off to the side. "Yeah, what about me?"

"I plan to spend more time with you; the gym isn't that important, cupcake."

He grinned and brought his hand to Jackson's to free himself from the grip. "Is that so?"

Four days, he had known Jackson for only four days and things were getting far past flirtation.

"Yeah."

They stared at each other for a moment before Jackson sat up from the bed and scooted towards the edge. His eyes might have scanned over Stiles' lips but the gesture was too fast to actually be sure. "You know, unless you're too tired." He found his hand tugging at the ends of Stiles' shirt.

Somehow Stiles ended up standing between Jackson's legs and both hands on the blond's shoulders. "Sleep is for wimps."

"Good," he whispered as he brought his hand up to the back of Stiles' neck. Suddenly he stood and his heart felt like it was on repeat with the same elevated throb. His hands ghosted down Stiles' sides and soon his lips found their destination- Stiles.

Stiles groaned into Jackson's mouth because God it felt good to have someone touch him like that. It was inviting and he wasn't sure how to express that. "Fuck."

"I was thinking that I'd take you to dinner first." He teased.

Stiles grumbled something but gasped when he felt his back hit up against the wall. When did they move? "Damnit, Jackson." He whispered when he felt warm, soft lips on his neck and hands on his sides.

"Stiff much~"

"Shut up, that's not my fault."

Just as things were progressing there was a knock at the door.

"Yo, Stiles, it's Scott. Open up!"