Wednesday morning Stiles finally agreed to talk to his dad, he needed to vent some of his anger at him. So he did, he told him about his horrible date and how it had hurt him, emotionally, and how he did not appreciate his father talking about him behind his back. Stiles father was horrified to find out the truth about the date and promised never to force him into doing anything he wasn't ready to do. The conversation was long overdue and again helped to bring peace between Stiles and his father.
School was uneventful but he got to spend some time with Jackson…sort of. Jackson was mostly busy just reading his book. He remembered that they used to talk about stuff, about their lives, so this felt kind of like punishment. He knew that was unfair, he was the one who pushed Jackson away, so of course he wouldn't open up to Stiles like he had before. But Stiles missed it more than he thought he would. But Jackson was at least talking to him, so he held on to hope, it had only been a few days. It would take much longer to fix things…
Danny started hanging out with them too and Stiles was jealous of the way he and Jackson talked, remembered that that used to be him. The person Jackson opened up to…For now he would remain Jackson's friend.
Thursday they had a game, he knew it was going to be brutally bad. After Jackson quit so did other team members and so Stiles was finally on first string. He hated it. He fucking sucked and everybody knew it, Danny knew it, Scott knew it and now they both expected him to actually play in a game and try to win. He didn't go to school that day. The last thing he expected was for Jackson's car to pull up his driveway. He was still in his pajamas…they were Spiderman pajamas. Jackson knocked on the door. Stiles took a few seconds to curse his damn sense of fashion.
"HA," Jackson wasn't surprised and yet seeing Stiles in his Spiderman pj's was the funniest thing he'd seen all week. Stiles look super embarrassed but Jackson couldn't help it, Stiles looked….adorable was the only word he could think of. "Dude, wow, okay, umm. Well, Scott and Danny begged me to come down here and make sure you made it to the game today."
"I'm not going Jackson…I suck…"
"No you don't you just don't try, but that's why I'm here," Jackson pointed to the bag at his feet, "I'm going to do what I should have done long ago, I'm going to train you personally. So get in the car, come one. Actually go change first…then get in the car." Jackson walked in and sat on the coach while Stiles went upstairs and changed into something comfortable. He wasn't sure what to think about the situation, on the one hand he was insulted that Jackson said he didn't try, he did, he just sucked. But he was also excited about getting to finally spend some time alone with Jackson. He decided to just go along with it. It couldn't really hurt.
Jackson drove him to his favorite practice spot, the place he secretly visited more often than he should just to shot balls through that damn tiny hoop. He set up a serious of drills and then brutally ran Stiles through all of them until Stiles could barely breathe with his mask on, until the sweat made his clothes heavy and sticky. He was exhausted but Jackson was giving him a huge smile telling him how impressed he was.
"See, all you have to do is focus. You're gonna do great in tonight's game." Jackson was proud of Stiles. He showed true dedication today, something he had never seen from him. Stiles actually realized what Jackson said when he had said he didn't try, it was true Stiles never really tried, neither had Scott, it was always so hard and at times confusing, it was just easier to give up. When Scott turned, it became easy for him he didn't have to try. Stiles just realized, standing here in Jackson's practice spot that Jackson actually, well practiced.
"So how often do you practice?"
"Well…I used to practice three hours after school. I would work out for two hours and then run drills for one. I would do cardio one day and weight lifting the other and I always ended running drills,"
"You did this everyday?" Stiles didn't remember Jackson practicing so much, then again he always left after school and always ran out of practice as fast as he could.
"Yea everyday, expect weekends. Those days I did double. But I had to practice…I had to be…anyways it doesn't matter now, I don't do it anymore."
Jackson showed him what it meant to focus on the field, thought him what Jackson called, Stiles swears, the 'warrior mentality'. Sometimes Stiles forgets what a jock Jackson actually is, even though his also like a super intellectual and a genius now, apparently he isn't as two dimensional as he and Scott had fooled themselves into believing.
Stiles peeled off his practice gear and allowed his wet work out clothes time to dry. Jackson had worked up a sweat pushing Stiles through his drills and showing him how to do them a few times. Jackson peeled off his own shirt and rang the sweat out of the thing. Stiles soaked up the sight and filed it away for later, he didn't know when he would see the view again.
Jackson dropped Stiles off at his house and said he had to go shopping for the barbeque on Saturday. He didn't want to have to go out last minute. Stiles walked into his house and decided to take a shower. He then waited for school to end and drove to the school to prepare for the game.
They won their first game in a long time. Stiles had played and he had surprised everyone by actually being good. He wasn't the best player, but he was no longer a hindrance either. Throughout the whole he game he would steal glances to the back of the bleachers and there was Jackson smiling at him, giving him confidence, it made Stiles play harder, better. At half time Stiles decided to go talk to Jackson but Coach Finstock wanted everyone in the lockers for motivational talk or some shit, Stiles wasn't paying attention. But before he left he saw Jackson talking to someone…Derek. He didn't want to be jealous, he didn't want to be reminded of his own stupidity and immaturity, and yet he was. He could see the way Jackson seemed to lean into Derek, saw how close they sat, and at one point Derek even through his arm across Jackson's shoulder. But Jackson was watching him, he didn't seem to notice these things. Stiles wondered if this was they way they always were, wondered if he would be like this with Scott and Lydia…Stiles doubted it. He played harder, he wanted Jackson to watch him, to be proud of him and Jackson did. When the game ended the team huddled together and together they cheered. The crowd cheered back and when they pulled apart there was Jackson with a giant grin just for Stiles.
"See, told you you'd be great," said Jackson smugly, behind him stood Derek with that weird perma-scowl on his face. Stiles decided to ignore him.
"Yeah, thanks man. I couldn't have done it without you," Stiles didn't know what to do, he just lunged forward and hugged Jackson, who just laughed.
"Dude, gross, you're all sweaty," Jackson didn't pull away though he laughed and squeezed back. Stiles finally pulled away embarrassed, he couldn't believe he'd actually done that. He glanced quickly at the stands and yeah that was his dad, he actually showed, and those were his eyebrows disappearing into his hair, understanding crossing his face, 'well shit,' thought Stiles. But no one else noticed everyone was too engrossed in their own victory celebration to even pay attention to Stiles, except for Coach Finstock…
Everyone made their way into the lockers to shower and change. Stiles showered and changed as fast as he could and made his way out of the lockers. He looked around for Jackson but couldn't see him through the crowds of people. Finally he caught sight of him talking with Coach Finstock, they both burst out laughing. Like usual, he assumed, Derek prowled just behind Jackson. Before Stiles could walk toward them his father blocked his path.
"Wow, that was impressive,"
"Thanks dad…"
"Yea…I've never seen you play that way…trying to impress someone," again Sheriff Stilinski eyebrows rose up into his crinkled forehead. Stiles was beyond embarrassed and could feel a deep red blush spread across his cheeks, the back of his neck, and the top of his chest.
"I-I-I well, its, I don't, he, it's not. Wow…okay umm so maybe I have a little crush. Do you think…"Stiles was a genius, "can we invite him to dinner with us…" Stiles used the look he almost never used, his puppy eyes. It wiped the smirk right off of his fathers face. Normally, Stiles just annoyed his father into doing what he wanted, it's why the earnest way he was asking now completely threw Sheriff Stilinski off guard.
His father sighed loudly, "Okay…I guess its best to get this over with huh…I'll meet you at the house, we can all go in my car from there." With that Mr. Stilinski walked away and towards his patrol car.
Stiles didn't know that would work and now he had to invite Jackson. He turned and crashed right into someone's chest, knocking him to the ground. He looked up and of course it was freaking Jackson, he had a huge smile on his face as if he knew that Stiles was going to walk right into him. Jackson offered him his hand and Stiles took it.
"Hey," said Stiles. Now that Jackson was standing in front of him, he was kind of embarrassed to ask, considering… "So me and my dad are gonna go out for dinner to celebrate and I was wondering if maybe…well, would you like to join us?" Okay Stiles was super embarrassed now. Jackson smiled and said sure. Stiles told him to meet up back at his house and with that Jackson walked away towards Derek.
Stiles drove home wondering if Derek would allow Jackson to show up, or would Jackson be nice enough to invite Derek…
Jackson showed up alone, he'd gone home and changed, and like usual he looked amazing. He was wearing a flannel on top of a black shirt and a pair of tight dark blue jeans. Stiles realized he must have gone back to Derek's to change, borrowed Derek's clothes, the bastard probably thought this was a way to remind Stiles who Jackson…belonged to? Regardless, Jackson looked good, especially in this rugged, wolf lumberjack way.
Stiles invited Jackson in and together they walked into the living room to wait for Stiles' dad who was busy with a phone call. When Sheriff Stilinski finished his call he walked into the room and stopped at the sight of his son talking to this boy, the one Stiles liked. He knew Whittemore, Jackson's father, the guy was an asshole, a true asshole, and he knew that Jackson had given Stiles and Scott problems at school. But Stiles had sworn that Jackson had changed, apparently he had gotten a serious illness, something terminal, but pulled through, but the experience had changed him. The Sheriff didn't know whether any of that was true, his son lied, a lot, but the boy seemed nice in a way his father didn't. The Sheriff was used to judging people the first time he meet them, he had to, it could mean the difference between life and death, and his instincts were telling him that this boy was good. He was glad. He didn't want his son to experience another date like the other one.
He cleared his throat and the two boys turned to him. Together they made their way into Stiles' fathers car and drove out to have dinner at a near by diner. It was a good meal, and a fun dinner. Sheriff Stilinski was glad that his son had chosen someone so kind to have a crush on. There was obviously something between them, but Jackson seemed to keep Stiles at a distance. He wondered why, but some how he knew it was something his son had done, it always seemed to be something his son does, the boy was his own worst enemy.
Stiles woke up Friday feeling amazing. Yesterday had started off horrible and ended incredible, his father even liked Jackson which was a huge relief to Stiles. He got ready for school and went to check on his father but he was already gone. He had a quick breakfast of pop-tarts, untoasted, he just stuffed them in his mouth and swallowed them down with a glass of milk. His ride to school was fast and uneventful. He met up with Scott and together they walked to first period. Stiles' day was completely ordinary, it was just tinted over with his happiness from the day before. At lunch he met his group at Jackson's spot, but Jackson wasn't there, he wondered where he could be, he sent him a text but never got a response. As lunch was ending and the bell was about to ring, Danny walked up to their group.
"Hey have you guys seen Jackson today?" Danny sounded super concerned and looked just as worried.
"No…we thought he was with you," Scott honestly thought that Jackson was with Danny since Danny usually hung out with Jackson on the bleachers.
"No I spent all day looking for him, fuck!" Danny knew of only one thing that could have happened. Mr. Whittemore must have come home early.
Danny turned to leave, maybe he still had time, maybe Jackson needed him, who knows what condition he could be in. He was stopped by Stiles who reached out and grabbed his shoulder, "Hey, wait, what's wrong why are you so worried did something happen?"
"It's just…I just have to make sure he's okay, his dad…" Danny didn't want them to know about Jackson's home life, but the look on their face spoke volumes.
"Ill go with you," Stiles didn't want Danny to go alone, especially if Jackson's dad was still there. He turned around to face his friends but they all just looked away, except for Lydia she nodded and walked forward. The three of them left to Jackson's house.
Stiles parked his jeep next to Jackson's Porsche, his father's car wasn't there, maybe they could still…Stiles knocked on the door. No one answered. He knocked louder, this time he could hear noises deep in the house. All three of them stood outside and waited while someone slowly made their way down the stairs. The door opened a fraction, it was Jackson. The upper part of his eye brow was split, so was his lip and one of his eyes was swollen and black. He was trembling slightly, Stiles could see deep purple marks around his neck, could see them stretch down onto his chest into the hoodie he was wearing.
"Hey," was all Jackson said, quietly. He didn't know why they were there and he honestly couldn't come up with the energy to care.
"Can we come inside," asked Stiles. He tried hard to suppress the rolling rage that was slowly building inside him. Seeing Jackson like this made him angrier than he could believe. How could a man, a father, do this to his child? Stiles didn't understand, and it made him angry.
Jackson just moved away from the door and started to make his way back up the stairs to his room. The group entered and followed Jackson up. He slowly tried to lower himself onto his bed but the deep ache in his ribs, from his father's kicks, stopped him short, he couldn't lie down. Danny noticed, he grabbed Jackson arms and slowly lowered him onto his bed, Jackson took fast shallow breathes, it hurt.
Lydia stood in the doorway, she couldn't believe it. How had she not noticed this, it explained so much, but she had been so selfish she never cared. The days Jackson wouldn't sit next to her at lunch, the days he didn't want to make out, or the way he would pull her hands off of him. She hated him for doing that and would often go out of her way to force her way into Jackson's seat, touch him as hard as she could, she would even sink her nails into places, she never once considered that he had been in pain, that he was hurt…she hadn't cared.
Stiles wanted to see the damage, he wanted to sear the image into his brain, he reached out and caught Jackson's hoodie zipper but Jackson grabbed his hand. Stiles looked up at Jackson but Jackson wouldn't meet Stiles' eyes. Stiles pulled down the zipper and revealed a horrible display of purple, black, and red bruises. Jackson just took the hoodie off, it hurt where it rubbed against his body. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, tried hard not to cry.
Everyone in the room was stunned, Danny was disgusted with Jackson's father and himself. He had known, for a long time, he had known, and had done absolutely nothing…Jackson begged him not too. Danny didn't understand.
"It's…it's not as bad as it looks," said Jackson he couldn't help it, he laughed. It was so stupid. He was better now, he was powerful, he was a predator, but that is exactly what kept him from defending himself. He knew that if he stood up to his father, he would kill him. He would tear him limb from limb and feast on his heart for every unearned beating, for ever making Jackson feel worthless, unwanted, unloved. So instead when his father came home and asked him where he had been Jackson told him, he was with his boyfriend. He wanted to give his father a reason to hate him other than just not being his blood, other than just being himself, and he did. His father was completely disgusted and angry in an instant. He used his briefcase to knock Jackson across the head and knocked him to the ground. He then began to kick Jackson as hard as he could in the ribs. He kicked and kicked until he felt Jackson's ribs give and then he kicked more. Exhausted, he began to walk away. But Jackson did one thing neither of them thought he was capable of, he stood up. His father wouldn't have that, he returned to finish what he started and tried to punch Jackson across the face, Jackson grabbed his arm. He was filled with rage and tried to control it, the only reason his father wasn't in pieces throughout the house was the sliver of control he managed to acquire by thinking of lemons and frosting, almonds and pine cones. But he was angry and he squeezed his fathers arm.
"This is the last day you every hurt me, never again. Don't return, leave and never come back and I promise I won't hunt you down and make you regret ever not loving me. Don't you dare touch my mother, talk to her, look at her, hurt her because the only reason you leave alive today is because you're not worth my time." Jackson squeezed as he spoke and he watched the fear grow in his father's eyes. Mr. Whittemore could only see his sons glowing blue eyes and felt as the bones in his arm snapped in half, his son continued to squeeze. Mr. Whittemore began to scream, could feel as his bones were squeezed into smaller and smaller pieces. His son grabbed him from the back of the neck and threw him out of the house. Jackson stalked toward his father and picked him up and threw him across the yard, literally, and through the front windshield of his car. His father quickly but painfully got into off and into the car and drove away. Jackson knew he would stay away, the man was a coward, and Jackson, he wasn't afraid of men any more. He had become the thing men feared. But his father had caused damage, had broken bones and burst blood vessels, and so he went up to his room to rest as his body healed. It was bad luck that Danny would come over with Stiles and Lydia with him.
So, he told them about his father coming home and beating him and about Jackson breaking his arm and threatening him to never return. No one in the group knew what to say, emotions were all over the place, but mostly they felt relief mixed with impotent anger. Jackson was tired he told them so and the group decided to leave. Jackson knew there was one thing left to do. He called Derek, asked him to come over.
Jackson waited on his bed trying hard to fight back the pain. He could feel his ribs snapping back into place and slowly felt them heal. He felt as the blood vessels slowly sealed off their leaking, could feel the bruises being drained away. The loud bang of his window slamming open and Derek barreling through it snarling and turned halfway, scared him out of his stupor, caused him to shoot up into a sitting position. A sharp pain coursed up his body and caused him to groan loudly before falling back onto his bed, unable to hold himself up. Derek was there before he even landed. He cradled Jackson's head and took in the sight of his wounded body.
Through gritted fangs Derek asked, "What happened?" He tried to keep his cool, tried to push the wolf down. But seeing Jackson all bruises and in pain made the wolf in him howl in rage. Jackson just enjoyed Derek's presence, the peace of mind it brought him.
"It's nothing, it's just my father," Jackson laughed, "his brand of discipline."
"I'll Kill Him," it took every ounce of control Derek had to not jump out the window and hunt down Jackson's dad.
"No, its okay, I took care of it. He won't ever bother me again. I just…I had to let him do it because if not…I don't want to be a killer…" Derek understood, he did, but he would talk to Jackson's father himself, would teach him what it meant to hurt a member of his pack, for now Derek was content with walking towards Jackson.
Derek laid Jackson's head down on the pillow and walked into the bathroom. Jackson watched as Derek left and missed the comfort Derek's touch brought him. Derek returned with the first-aid kit from underneath the sink. He laid everything on the floor and kneeled in front of Jackson bed. First Derek brought out a large alcohol pad and lightly began to dab Jackson's wounds, he hissed but other than that didn't make much of a fuss. Derek then ran his hands down Jackson's sides, he wanted to see how bad the bones were. They had healed, but their position was wrong…Derek would have to re-break them and set them correctly. He told Jackson, who just shook his head in acknowledgement. Derek placed his hand over the bones, and then cracked the bones. Jackson squeezed his fist shut, could feel his claws extend, Derek pushed on the bones until they were perfectly lined up and then held them down as Jackson's natural healing ability healed them shut. They were still brittle, but they were at least whole. Jackson panted through the pain, Derek was surprised he was still conscious. Derek allowed Jackson some time to catch his breath and calm down from the spike of pain. Jackson gritted his teeth, determined not to wolf out.
Derek watched and tried hard to push down his anger and guilt. He should have known about Jackson's home life. He should have listened to Stiles, but he hadn't, and Jackson paid the price. Derek had to make this better, he would make this better, but he only knew one way.
He stretched forward and slowly ran his tongue up Jackson chest to his neck. Jackson gasped and his breath stuttered. Derek continued to methodically lick away Jackson's wounds, his pains. Jackson tried to talk, tried to stop Derek, but he could feel the wolf inside him begging for this, whatever it was, could feel it practically rolling over and showing its belly. Under his Alpha's touch and with his saliva, Jackson could feel his accelerated healing kick in, could feel his aches and pains fade away. Derek licked around Jackson chest, down his sides to his ribs, licked the areas where the bones had broken. He went back and paid attention to Jackson's abs licked around each muscled mound. He dipped his tongue into Jackson belly button. Jackson felt heat slowly spread up his face, on his chest, wherever Derek's tongue had been he could feel his Alphas saliva cool the flesh and yet it stoked a fire inside Jackson, a heat he had never felt before, it made him want…
Derek licked until he covered every one of Jackson's wounds, he tried to pull away, he did, but instead he began to lick Jackson's neck, he licked the dip between the clavicles, he followed the muscle up the side of Jackson's neck and kissed him. Jackson was shocked, he never thought…but it was so good. The fire inside him blazed and when Derek licked his lips Jackson spread them, his Alpha wanted access and so he gave it. Derek kissed Jackson deep and long, he used his tongue to trace his pup's teeth. He coaxed Jackson's tongue out of its hiding spot and into his own mouth, he allowed his pup time to explore, and then sucked lightly on it. The fire inside Jackson blazed until it began to burn, until it was too much, he brought his hands up to push Derek away. Derek grabbed those hands and pushed them over Jackson's head, held them there, he climbed onto the bed until he was lying on Jackson. Derek deepened the kiss he wanted it all, he wanted Jackson to give him what he needed, and he desperately wanted to fill all that was missing in Jackson's life. He wanted his pup happy.
Jackson finally turned his head and broke the kiss, he squeezed is eyes shut, trying to calm the burning inside him, to calm the wolf that was tearing against Jackson mental cage. He tried but couldn't he could feel his claws extend, felt his teeth sharpen, fur began to grow on his face, until Derek grabbed his head and forced it up.
"Look at me," said Derek with all the authority of the Alpha behind his command. Jackson unable to resist looked. He was shocked to see the blessed out look on Derek's face and the concern in his eyes. Jackson felt himself relax. He had once found that red glow terrifying, now he found it calming…protective…beautiful. Derek began to kiss Jackson again, slowly. Derek place soft chaste kisses on Jackson's lips, he noticed the cut on his brow, the black eye, and licked those wounds until his saliva began to heal them. Jackson returned the kiss, met Derek half way. But soon he felt that fire start to build inside him, felt the wolf going into a frenzy. Jackson wanted to take, he wanted to bite, tear, and taste everything Derek had to give. He wanted to flip Derek over and rut against him, he wanted to fuck Derek until they were both left sate and raw. But the most confusing part, the part that over took any other thought, was the deep desire to role over and let Derek take whatever he wanted, he wanted Derek to spread his legs and take his place, the place just for him. He wanted Derek inside him, he wanted to feel him inside, wanted Derek's come inside him afterwards, wanted to feel it for days. He wanted to be filled and he wanted Derek to fill him. He just desperately wanted.
But the fire blazed and the wolf began to tear through, and Derek had to pull away. Jackson panted, he wanted so badly but Derek, well he wasn't giving. Jackson didn't want to beg. But he was about to. Derek stopped him with another kiss before sitting up, he slide his hands down Jackson's sides until he could hook his fingers under the elastic of Jackson's sweats. He slide them down, underwear and all, until Jackson was bare on the bed. Jackson couldn't help it, he blushed. Jackson was embarrassed of his own body. Jackson thought he had gotten over his own insecurities. Apparently he hadn't, they were all still there as bad as they had always been, the pain hadn't removed them, it had simply hidden them. But they were out now, Derek could always see him for what he was and Jackson was horrified to think that he could see him now, who he really was. The Alpha could feel the flurry of emotions running through his pups head, he couldn't believe Jackson saw himself this way, couldn't believe how inadequate a person could feel, how bad a person could hate their own body. He felt it now and it was all coming from Jackson. The Alpha would heal these wounds just as he healed the others. He leaned forward until his body was pressed tight against his pups, and kissed him deeply.
Derek kissed Jackson until all of his insecurities melted away, slowly, one by one, until all that was left was Jackson and Derek. What completely shocked Jackson and made him shiver with want and anticipation was Derek rolling his hips, sliding his clad length against Jackson naked flesh. Jackson felt Derek's hardness roll against his own swollen flesh and was overwhelmed. His fangs broke through his lips filling his mouth with blood but Derek kept rutting against him, he felt the fire blaze high and hot. Derek rolled his hips as Jackson shook and when he saw the blood well from Jackson's lips he couldn't resist leaning forward to suck and lick on Jackson's tongue and lips until he had the taste of iron in his mouth and the wound had healed.
Derek sat up and moved down Jackson body until he could see the best view he had ever seen, Jackson naked beneath him, flushed red with want, his engorged flesh pointing up past his belly button. Jackson was well endowed, his dick was long and fat and he was surprisingly uncircumcised. Derek reached out and wrapped his hand around it, felt its girth and heft. It fit perfectly in his hand and reminded him of his own, Jackson was shorter but had a nice girth to it, it was perfect.
Jackson opened his eyes and met Derek's, blue eyes locked onto red eyes, Derek made sure Jackson wouldn't look away. Over their link he silently commanded Jackson to watch, to not turn away, he wanted his pup to feel his Alpha give him pleasure, he wanted his pup to know how beautiful he was and most importantly, how loved. Jackson felt it, deep in his skull, and watched as Derek began to stroke him slowly. Felt Derek squeeze his flesh, felt him slide his hand up to his foreskin and slowly pull the tight flesh down, revealing his swollen head. Jackson was shaking now, hard. Derek spit onto his hand and used his saliva to slick the path as he slide his hand up and down Jackson's length and paid close attention to Jackson's sensitive head. Jackson moaned loud and wantonly. His wolf completely tore through his self control but before Jackson could turn completely Derek bore deep into his link with Jackson and completely pushed the wolf down. Jackson was on edge and barely holding on and Derek wasn't sure how long he could hold Jackson's wolf from bursting through, it was more powerful than even Derek realized, and so he stroked faster and faster until Jackson was trembling and his breathe was coming out short and between moans. Finally Jackson came with a flash of white behind his eyes, his entire body tensed and he felt his release like never before. Jackson felt his come fall across his abs and high up his chest, felt his release deep in his bones, and Derek stroked him and stroked him and squeezed every last bit of pleasure out of him until Jackson couldn't keep his head up.
He lay in bed panting, feeling electrical currents run up and down his body all originating from his dick. He was trembling and had never felt so sate and yet so wanting in his entire life. Derek's tongue brought him out of his stupor as his Alpha slowly cleaned Jackson's seed off his body. Derek got off the bed and stripped, he tossed his shirt on the floor and kicked off his boots and slide his pants off with his underwear. He returned to his position straddled Jackson's body, he grabbed his own length and stroked it hard and fast and finally, finally he came across his pups body saw it land Jackson's abs, his chest. Derek was short of breathe and exhausted, but he wasn't done, he used his hands to rub the come into his puppies flesh, marked him as his, for all to smell. He then grabbed a small glob and lifted it up and presented it to Jackson who looked from his finger up to Derek's eyes. Jackson wasn't sure what Derek wanted until Derek placed his finger in front of his lips, Jackson looked up at Derek who seemed to find the entire situation completely natural, he just looked at Jackson encouraging the pup with his eyes. Jackson leaned forward and tentatively took Derek's fingers in his mouth and cleaned his Alpha's finger, tasted his seed, swallowed it down. He felt the wolf inside him howl. Derek lay down next to Jackson and pulled him over until Jackson's body was lying on top of his own, tucked Jackson's neck into the crook of his own and they both slept.