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, being the intimately deprived teenager that he was, couldn't decide if what was happening was classified as flirting. Yeah, the guy had him pinned against the wall and his lips doing things that he could only fantasize about- but it had definitely surpassed flirting.

When Stiles made no move to answer the door, Jackson smiled. "Already blowing off your friends and school hasn't even started yet, dork."

Stiles grumbled. "Anyway," he said uncomfortably because he didn't know how he felt about making out with Jackson while Scott was just outside of the room. A walls length wasn't enough. Suddenly the boy who could ramble about a millions things with no hesitation had nothing to say. He just stared awkwardly at the blond. He wanted to say, 'yes, please, don't stop, ignore the door and give me all your attention' but Scott's knocking was distracting him.

Jackson took matters into his own hands. He was not one to shy away from something he wanted and frankly, he wanted Stiles. He wanted that awkward, rambling, cute dork because he was something interesting. He stepped closer, if humanly possible, and glided a hand up under Stiles' t-shirt.

Stiles shivered at the touch and tilted his head to the side. He was about to protest but suddenly there were soft lips pressed against his own and a firm hand squeezing his hip. Jackson knew just how to touch him.

There were cons: Scott was outside the room. But then there were pros: Jackson was going to sex him! Stiles burst out laughing and Jackson raised a brow.

"You do know that's not how people respond to kissing, right?"

"Yeah, no, I'm sorry. I just— uh nothing, I'm remembering something."

"Stiles, I can hear you talking. Open up, dude!"

Jackson pouted. "I don't like sharing. I'm selfish."

"Okay, okay! Hang on!" The two separated from each other and tried to look as presentable as possible. Stiles cleared his throat and finally opened the door. "

Scott grinned. "Sup?" He said to Stiles but his eyes glanced over at the other guy. "I'm assuming that you're Jackson?"

Jackson smirked. "My reputation precedes me."

"Stile told me about you."

Stiles groaned. This wasn't happening. He couldn't pinpoint which was worse, Scott telling Jackson that he talked about him a lot or Scott cock blocking him.

"He talks about you a lot too." Jackson added on.

"Okay, so how about we not play the Who Does Stiles Talk About game because I don't like that game at all."

He could already tell that things were heading to an awkward place and leaving Scott in the hallway now seemed like such a good idea.


Stiles was sure that the karma gods were out to get him because somehow Scott ended up telling Jackson all of the childhood stories that took away from his nerdy mysterious persona that he had going. He would remember to pay Scott back for that.

"You really licked a swing set?" Jackson asked as Stiles maneuvered around the room picking up the mounds of candy wrappers that he accumulated while Scott and Jackson talked.

"I was 10!"

"Yeah but that's still gross."

Stiles shrugged. "I was a curious boy and it was all for science. My hypothesis was confirmed; you can get the flu from licking a swing set."

Jackson laughed and Stiles grumbled, still cleaning up his mess that was caused by his nervous habitual tendencies. "Dork."

Stiles was about to retaliate but was halted by hands sliding up his sides. He stiffened at the light touches but made no effort to move away. Hell, why would he want to move away?

"Don't get me wrong, Stilinski. I use 'dork' in the most endearing way possible." He pressed closer and rested his forehead on Stiles' shoulder. "I guess I now have a thing for curious guys who like to lick swing sets."

"I," he started, breath hitched since those hands were now slipping under the waistband of his jeans. "I only did it once, no worries. That's not a part of my research anymore."

Jackson grinned. "Good to know because I have something better for you to lick."

"Ugh, you're killing me, man. You can't just say something like that and not follow through. I mean, seriously. How cruel, who—" he was hushed by lips crashing into his. He was wondering how he managed to land such a hot blond.

Jackson hooked his chin over Stiles' shoulder and let his lips brush against the sensitive flesh of his neck.

It turns out that Jackson had this wonderful obsession with biting and Stiles was silently thanking the heavens because fuck, who knew this could feel so good? "You're a bad influence..."

Jackson ran his tongue over an already forming bruise before he spoke. "I don't see the problem with that." He whispered softly, his voice heavily laced with want.

Stiles felt like he was going to explode or throw up- possibly both because the way Jackson touched him was like electricity coursing through his veins.

He wouldn't ever grow tired of that feeling.


Stiles jolted up the next morning in confusion. His eyes scanned the room and to his surprise, the room was empty. He recalled the events that took place between him and Jackson and sadly, he still didn't get sexed up. "For crying out loud, you've got to be kidding me." Finally after rolling out of bed, he stumbled into the bathroom but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his mirror covered in sticky notes.

They said:

'I guess I like you, even though you're the most ridiculous person I've ever met. Ridiculous in a good way though. Like a great way actually :) okay there were only supposed to be two sticky notes, not 12. I kind of got carried away. Good morning by the way (or afternoon depending on when you get up). Sorry I left, I had to go. I'll call you later.'

Stiles smiled and peeled off each sticky note in order then stuck them in in his nightstand drawer for safe keeping. Jackson really was sweet.

12:43pm- Well, someone made sticky notes kind of romantic.

12:57pm- I do try, cupcake.

12:59pm- I guess I should repay you for that. ;)

1:02pm- Don't start something you can't finish, Stilinski.

1:03pm- Okay.
1:04pm- I'll resend that text after I have coffee with Scott and Allison.

1:06pm- Mmhm, that sounds suspiciously like an invitation. So my only logical reaction is to think that you're naked and in my dorm room right now.
1:07pm- That's more than enough motivation for me to stop everything that I'm doing.

1:09pm- none for you.

1:11pm- Tease.

1:11pm- You love it.


After showering and getting dressed, he met up with Scott and Allison at one of the coffee shops near campus. They had moved into their dorms earlier that morning.

Allison spotted him first because it was hard to miss the smiling guy in a plaid shirt. "Whoa there, Stiles." She said as he approached the booth that she and Scott were at. "We were sure that you were bailing on us."

Stiles grinned. "Nope, that's you guys' job. I just had a slow morning."

"Oh, shots fired." Scott murmured.

Stiles slid into the booth and rolled his eyes. "So, lovebirds, how did moving in go?" He bet they didn't have a hot blond carrying their boxes for them.

"Pretty good actually, I just made Scott move all of my stuff into my dorm room and my roommate helped."

"Yeah, and she just watched me carry stuff into mine."

Stiles fist bumped Allison. "Team Manual Labor."

"That's right." She cooed.

Scott groaned. "I swear you two are related somehow."

Allison couldn't help but notice the dark bruise peeking out from behind Stiles' shirt. "I guess that's the reason you were having a slow morning." She said, pointing to Stiles' neck.

"Wait, what?"

"Don't you look in the mirror before leaving? There are like stamp marks plastered on you."

"Well yeah- uh sometimes...not today." Not today since his mirror was covered in sticky notes. Then he remembered, Jackson was sucking and biting on his neck like he was some kind of rare candy. "Oh shit." He started buttoning up his shirt until he reached the collar.

Scott laughed. "Dude, too late. It has been seen."

"Can it, McCall or I'll tell Allison embarrassing stories about you!"

Scott huffed. "Do your worse~"

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "The summer of 2002, the camp incident."

Scott went pale. "Okay, okay, relax there."

Allison raised a brow. "Should I be worried?" But she quickly changed her mind. "Never mind, on second thought, I don't want to know. But I do want to know about this Jackson guy. Scott says he a good guy. I wish I was invited to that gathering last night."

"There was no gathering. Scott showed up unannounced."

"Sorry, I didn't know you were trying to jump his bones."

"God! I wasn't!"

"So this guy gave you the hickeys?" Allison asked.

Stiles dropped his head to the table. "I'm going to get coffee, lots of coffee." Without hesitation, he forced himself up and moved over to the counter. He wasn't prepared for their interrogation. Not yet.

While he was ordering, someone came up behind him and placed their hand on the small of his back. "You know, you look really cute when you're indecisive about coffee."

Stiles froze for a moment but hearing the voice made him relax. "I could have been a stranger, blondie."

"Nah, I have a very good memory and well your ass is one of a kind, Stilinski."

Stiles blushed and the barista cleared his throat. "Jackson, don't hit on my costumers."

Jackson grinned. "Well it just so happens that I know this specific customer so I totally can hit on him." He grinned and placed a kiss to Stiles' cheek.

"Well, good to know that you aren't stalking me." Stiles joked.

Jackson rolled his eyes. "This is my friend Danny; I visit him at work sometimes."

"It's nice to meet you, Danny."

Danny nodded to him and smiled. "Likewise, oh, don't let him talk you into bathroom sex." With that, he returned to the back.

Stiles raised a brow at Jackson.

"What? That only happened once."

"You should meet Allison but," he tapped his lips. "Don't believe anything she says unless it's nice."

"Alright, let's go."

Allison tilted her head when Stiles returned to the booth. "I thought you went to get coffee? Not a guy."

Scott grinned. "Jackson, hey. What's up?"

Jackson nodded to them both. "I'm Jackson Whittemore." He extended his hand to Allison.

"Allison Argent." She grinned. "You're the artist who used-"

"Alright, so I have to go! You guys use this time as an impromptu date! Okay? Okay!" Stiles grabbed Jackson's wrist and fled the coffee shop. He did NOT need Allison and Scott grilling Jackson about the hickeys.

"Okay, 'the artist who used what'?" Jackson questioned as they walked down the street.

"Nothing important, let's just uh, walk?"

"Yeah, sure but you have to tell me eventually or..."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll just ask her."