Summary: Stiles is starting to realize that this is something serious. He never thought in a million years that there were guys out there like Jackson. But apparently there are and he's not even close to being prepared for this.
A/N: So, this is literally a lot of funny and cute! Because I plan to breaks some hearts soon!
"So, what are your intentions with the mother of my child?" Allison asked, staring hard at Jackson. She was kidding of course. It was just a friend's job to tease the new boyfriend. Always. She was pretty sure that was law.
Jackson raised a brow and glanced over to Stiles who had his forehead plastered to the table. Clearly he was getting no support from him. "Um, well, I had no idea that Stiles was pregnant."
"Yeah, Allison and I hugged once and we didn't have jackets on." Stiles mumbled against the table as if that made perfect logical sense.
Allison nodded. "But that is not what I asked you." She pointed accusingly at him. "Don't beat around the bush, spill it."
Jackson rolled his eyes and smiled at the girl. "Well, of course I plan to make him a house wife, he can work if he wants, its 2015, not the 1950's. And don't worry, I don't mind being a stepdad, I'm sure your kid will be great." He tapped the table lightly and tilted his head some. "Seriously though, all jokes aside, I just want him to love me."
Stiles groaned. "Oh my god." It was mortifying enough when Jackson said it to him when they were ALONE. But it was ten times worse when Jackson said it in front of Allison and Scott. "Kill me now. Someone, please! Take mercy on me."
Scott grinned. "Aw—"
"Not a word out of you, Scott." Stiles threatened.
"Okay, okay, but still, that's awesome." He was genuinely happy about Jackson investing time in Stiles. Scott knew Stiles better than anyone, maybe even better than Stiles' own father. And he knew how Stiles didn't value himself even though he was a great person. He wouldn't lie, he felt like a parent watching his own child grow up.
"Okay, now that you two officially embarrassed me, can we please figure out what movie we're going to see? I was pretty sure that's how you lured me out of my dorm. Was this false pretense? I will sue." Stiles whined.
Scott smiled. "We can see whatever you want. No lawyers needed."
"Good, I have my lawyer on speed dial just for precaution.
The movie went great, although Stiles didn't really pay much attention to it. He was more so just debating his entire situation with Jackson. It wasn't like things were moving too fast. Okay, yes, Jackson did say that he wanted Stiles to fall in love with him, but that wasn't him saying that he loved him. So he wasn't sure why this all was so overwhelming. But he was going to take Allison's advice. Go with the flow and stop freaking out.
Yeah. He could do that.
Right?
The couples went their separate ways and before he knew it, he was being walked back to his dorm by Jackson. "You know, I can totally protect myself."
"That's not why I'm walking you back to your dorm, idiot."
"Oh." He grinned and bumped shoulders with the older teen. "Well, why are you walking me back?"
"So I can kiss you goodnight."
"You could kiss me now."
"If I kissed you now, it would definitely get inappropriate really fast. You don't need to have indecent exposure on your record for your first year in college."
"What exactly would you be doing to me in public that would get that on my record?"
"Well—"
"Actually, I don't need that image in my head. I have enough dreams on my own."
Jackson laughed and watched as Stiles slowed down in front of his dorm building. "Aw, I don't even get to walk you to your door? I have to say, you're sort of ruining my ploy to get into your bed."
"Ha, ha, very hilarious."
"Goodnight, Stiles." He stepped closer and didn't stop until he had his boyfriend up against the front door.
"There are cameras out here. Just a friendly reminder."
"I'm aware. I stayed in this dorm my freshman year."
"You have an answer to everything, don't you?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"How infuriating."
"Stiles?"
"Yeah?"
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Jackson smirked and leaned in, pressing his lips softly against Stiles' cheek. "See you tomorrow, dork."
"See you, asshole."
"Okay, not that I'm complaining about spending time alone with you, but usually when someone is being taken into the woods, something bad is going to happen to that said person." He said, glancing around his surroundings. There were nothing but trees and cracking branches. To say that he was a little terrified was beyond an understatement. "Seriously, where are you taking me? Scott knows I'm with you. If you kill me, they will know that you did it. Dude I refused to be the dumb guy who practically agrees to their death by following the hot blonde into the woods in the middle of nowhere."
Jackson laughed, tugging Stiles along with him. "Seriously? You think I brought you out to the woods to kill you?" He stopped walking and turned to face his ridiculous boyfriend. "You really are an idiot. You know that?"
"Dude, it's almost dark and you drove me out to the middle of the woods and expect me to think this isn't some murderous plot? Do you know how many horror flicks I watch on the daily basis?"
"Fair enough." He turned back to the narrow trail and continued to lead Stiles.
It was too quiet but after a few moments, there was a distant sound of running water and Stiles wasn't sure if that made him worry even more or not. He was really starting to hate that he left his cell phone in the car. But as soon as they reached Jackson's destination, Stiles' jaw dropped. "...shit."
Stiles wasn't the mushy type but he wasn't stupid either. How romantic was it for someone to set up a date by the lake just when the sun was setting? "I hate you so much." He murmured under his breath as he moved over towards the water. "Just when I think you're a murderous college student, you turn into this really romantic guy that I just want to-"
"Stiles."
Stiles stopped and turned to look at Jackson. "Yeah?"
"I didn't really bring you here for a date."
Stiles just stared at him. "...so you are going to murder me and dump my body into the lake?"
Jackson groaned. "What? No, idiot." He moved closer to him and reached out, grabbing the dork by his shirt to jerk him closer. "It's just..."
"You're really freaking me out here, Jacs."
"It's just, I want this to be our place, okay? Not a date place but our place, Stiles. Does that make any sense? Am I making any sense?" He knew he was no good at any of this. Danny had told him that since they were in middle school.
Stiles shook his head. "No, not really but I can pretend if that will make you feel any better about it." He didn't completely get it but he might have had an idea.
Jackson leaned down and pressed his lips to Stiles' nipping lightly at his bottom lip. "I mean, when I said that I was invested and wanted you to love me, I was being serious." He said softly against Stiles' lips. Not a college sweetheart thing or a few months romp thing. I mean a in the long run thing."
Stiles just stared at him and his chest was starting to ache but it wasn't in a painful way. It was like fire was melting his heart and he was okay with that. "Our place."
Jackson nodded and smiled. "Our place."
