Summary: Stiles was not one to turn down attention from someone who's interested in him. But if he was being completely honest with himself, he wasn't even sure this was really happening. He didn't think someone like Jackson would want him in a non-platonic way.
A/N: I am so sorry that it took me so long to update! All of you who have been following since day one are amazing and your comments are so inspiring! So here you are, my dears! My writers block has finally ended! I hope you enjoy this chapter.


Stiles shifted underneath Jackson's hands, groaning something under his breath about how unfair this all was. Because having the hot blond using his body to get your attention was definitely unfair when you were doing homework. "Come on, dude." He groaned again, swatting at the hand that was getting dangerously close to unmarked territory. "I have like two more paragraphs. Can you like not lose your virginity against my leg."

Jackson scoffed. "If you're implying that I'm a virgin, then you are going to receive some bad news tonight." He grinned as he went back to gliding his hand up Stiles' thigh.

"Yeah, I forgot that you're like a certified playboy bunny."

Jackson slid his hand higher. "Funny, really funny, Stilinski."

"Jackson."

"Alright." He pulled his hand away and flopped down completely onto the bed, making himself comfortable. "I have to admit, when you said you wanted to come over and do homework, I clearly went to the gutter."

"I can tell." He smirked and continued to type. "I'm starting to think that you just want my body. Tsk. Tsk."

"You wish."

Stiles grinned. "Oh come on, flatter me. I don't mind."

"Oh, well you've gone and figured me out. My ploy to hoard all of your dorkiness and have your body on call. Oh yeah."

"Jackson, how could you?! I feel so used!"

They went silent for a moment before they both burst out into laughter.

In reality, that was far from the truth. He really did like Stiles and his… everything. Jackson was a smart guy, and he wasn't blind, he knew that he was attractive and could get pretty much anyone that he wanted. And he wanted Stiles. Stiles, the spazzing teen who couldn't keep a clear thought to save his life. Stiles, the boy who was all flailing limbs and incoherent sentences. Stiles, the hyper dork who was utterly ridiculous with his sarcasm and nerdy facts.

Yeah, he wanted him.

"I have my motives though. Doesn't everyone?"

"Well that sounds really shady. I want no part of this."

"You do though."

Stiles raised a hand and titled his head. "Maybe just a little." He took a few more moments and suddenly he was closing his laptop. "Alright then, what are they?" He asked as he pushed his computer off to the side.

"My motives?"

"No, your plots to destroy the earth."

Jackson snorted and hit Stiles' arm. "Well, it's simple really. I only have one but I think it's big enough to make it seem like a list." He paused but he wasn't smiling anymore. His face was completely serious.

"Tell me."

"To get you to fall in love with me."

Stiles' jaw dropped. He just stared at him while trying to figure those words out. Stiles didn't have the best self-esteem in the world so when Jackson first showed interest in him, he was sure it was a cruel freshman joke made specifically for him. But then the punchline just never came. Regardless, he didn't understand that he was also smart and attractive too. Plus he's sweet and who wouldn't love a sweet guy?

But this was obviously different. He and Jackson are in two VERY different categories. "Okay, now I'm convinced that this is a joke. Seriously, you can't joke about stuff like that with me." Stiles wasn't even sure if they were dating or not. They hadn't really discussed it. Although it had been a month into the semester now and they were always together.

Jackson looked really confused because he was sure that he hadn't said anything off that would give someone the impression that he was joking. "Stiles, I'm not joking."

Awkward.

Very awkward.

"Oh?" Stiles said as he stared at him. "Oh." That was when it all clicked in his mind. "Oh!"

Jackson nodded at him. "Yeah."

And suddenly he couldn't breathe and things just got really real for him. Stiles wasn't sure how he felt about it.


The next day Stiles avoided everyone and hid away in Scott's dorm. He was counting his lucky stars that it was Friday and he had no classes. He loved Scott so much because he didn't even question Stiles about why he was wrapping himself up in blankets and taking up his bed. That's what best friends did after all. But after about seven hours, Scott plopped down onto the bed and ruffled his hair. Brotherly talk was about to happen.

"You okay?" Scott asked.

Stiles nodded but shook his head right after. "Dude." He wasn't even sure.

"Yeah?"

"Duuuuude."

"Yes?"

Stiles groaned and wrapped himself tighter in his blanket burrito. "My entire life what have I said? I want...I thought...someone."

Scott raised a curious brow. "Did you and Jackson break up? Is this why you've made the blanket burrito?"

Stiles shook his head.

"What did he do to you?" He was clearly getting agitated because his leg was bouncing and he was prepared to pay Jackson a visit if he did something to Stiles.

"He didn't do anything. Relax." He rolled his eyes because Scott was going into dad mode. "I'm just tired." He covered his head and huffed under his breath. He didn't know why he was making such a big deal out of it all but in his mind, guys like him didn't get guys like Jackson. So why would Jackson want to get him to fall in love with him?


Jackson was convinced that he had done something horribly wrong because not only had he not seen or talked to Stiles since Thursday morning, but he also had a nice little visit from Scott. And he was given the brother speech about how he'd better not hurt Stiles or he'd regret it.

Stiles groaned when his phone beeped yet again. He didn't even have to guess who it was from.

6:43pm- so, I fucked up obviously. I'm sorry.

6:44pm- Please say something, Stiles. What did I do?

Stiles felt even worse because Jackson hadn't done anything wrong. He had been doing everything right. The issue was with his own insecurities and issues that were making him feel weird about Jackson wanting to go that far with him. And now he was basically withdrawing and not explaining anything to anyone.

But he couldn't do that forever.

8:00pm- Don't even apologize, Jackson. I'm such an asshole. I just thought that you were kidding. Dude, I'm a practical guy who just doesn't get you like ever and yeah... I'm sorry.

8:04pm- Stiles, come over? To talk.

8:09pm- I'll be there in twenty minutes.


Stiles showed up just like he said he would and being who he was, he didn't even make it through the door before he blurted out everything.

"Dude, I'm a Stiles, you're a Jackson and Jackson's don't date Stiles. Jackson's don't fall for Stiles. So I found it hard to believe that you want me to fall in love with you. Not that it would be hard or anything, because you're great. Really. And I'm...I'm a Stiles. I'm a-"

"Shut up." Jackson groaned as he pulled the other into his dorm room. "You're a loud, twitchy, nerdy mess but I like it. I like you. You're my loud, twitchy, nerdy mess and I wouldn't have you any other way. So whatever you're thinking, just stop. Seriously. I've had a thing for you since I first met you and that hasn't changed. I know it's been like what? A month since this started? When I said that I want to make you fall in love with me, it was meant as a mutual thing you know? Long term, Stiles. Not temporary." He pressed two fingers to Stiles' forehead and jabbed him there.

Stiles just stood there and without thinking he stepped closer into Jackson's space and kissed him. He felt like an idiot. He was wondering how on earth he found this guy.

And how in the hell did he manage to keep him?


"So you were basically being an idiot?" Allison asked.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Hey, you can't be mean to me today." He smiled though, bumping into her as they headed down the street. "It's fine though, we worked it all out." Surprisingly though. He was shocked at how easily he was reassured. Despite being who he was, they really had resolved the issue relatively fast. He wasn't complaining though.

"You mean you had sex."

"Ugh, no."

"Sure."

Stiles groaned. "We talked. Because I'm awkward and avoided sex like the plague. Because sex is distracting."

"Do I even want to know what you two are talking about?" Scott asked as he came up behind them. "I mean, I do not want to hear about you having sex with anyone, Stiles." He really didn't.

Stiles smirked. "We were discussing the child that Allison and I are having. We've decided to raise it together. Sorry, Scott."

Allison nodded. "Yeah, I will not be a deadbeat father, Scott. I'm too family oriented for that." She reached out and rubbed Stiles' stomach. "It's a baby girl. I'm sure of it."

Scott snorted. "You've got a good one, Stiles. Congratulations you two."

"Thanks. I expect you to throw me a baby shower."