Graduation was a mess no one was prepared for or ready for it and what it meant. Jackson waited in the gym with the other seniors and just wanted to get the night over with. The whole event was slow and carried with it a strange sort of sadness, this one chapter in his life was closing and where he would go from there he wasn't sure. He was alone in the back of the line, last name 'W'. they all slowly marched onto the field as pomp and circumstance played in the background. Jackson could see his mother in the front of the crowd, she looked so happy, all the parents did, and that just made his own sadness seem even deeper. The principal talked and other students told no so inspiring speeches until names were finally called. He waited and watched as his friends crossed the stage and took their diplomas, they all seemed so happy. Finally, it was Jackson's turn, he crossed the stage and took the diploma, shook the principals hand, before crossing to the other side and taking his new seat. One last speech was given before everyone cheered and through their caps into the air. They all then marched away, towards their parents, so happy and all Jackson wanted to do was go home.

He found his mom talking to Sheriff Stilinski which couldn't be good, he and Stiles had been dating these past couple months and everything was going great…until now. Now everything was unsure and chaotic, everyone was planning for college or for a career and Jackson had no idea what Stiles wanted to do, where he wanted to go and what that meant for them, he hadn't wanted to know, he was afraid and would rather spare himself the pain. He didn't want to be like one of those couples who put an expiration date on their relationship, or those that promised that they would wait for the other, he just wanted to be with the person who he was with and hoped they wanted the same. He cleared his mind and smiled.

"Hey mom, Mr. Stilinski, what are you guys talking about,"

"Oh, nothing honey," said his mother which really wasn't good, she had a twinkle in her eyes which always meant something bad for Jackson. She hugged Jackson tight and then so did Mr. Stilinski, which was a bit weird and awkward. Stiles joined them and hugged his dad and then Jackson's mother. They all walked off to the parking lot and into Mr. Stilinski's car. Jackson invited everyone out to dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town, a French place he couldn't even pronounce the name of, but the food was incredible.

They all returned back to the Whittemore house hold and Jackson's mother surprised the boys with a cake. They cut it and sat down to eat, Jackson poured everyone small espressos, Stiles got milk. The night was peaceful and perfect, but Jackson couldn't help feeling like there was a sword floating over his head waiting to fall.

That night Stiles and Jackson laid in his bed, the curtains were open and a small breeze wafted the curtain into the room. The boys were making out, Stiles was underneath Jackson who had him pinned by the arms and was leaving deep bruising bites on the smaller boys neck, marking him. He lifted Stiles' shirt over his head before removing his own. He lay back down and began to run his tongue over Stiles' exposed flesh, loving the taste of sweet lemon frosting in his mouth. He rubbed his face against Stiles smooth chest, leaving his scent on the boy. Stiles tried to move his arms but Jackson held them over his head and rubbed his face in the boys armpits making him writhe as his flesh tickled. Jackson licked the skin there, the hair, loved the pure taste of Stiles. He lifted himself up and looked into Stiles' red face, his lust blown eyes, and smelled the deep pungent smell of their lust in the air. He loomed over Stiles' chest and spit a thin trail of saliva down the boy's chest, watched it flow down over the boys abs and disappear into his belly button. Jackson followed the wet trail with his tongue, licked a moist stripe down and sunk his tongue deep into Stiles belly button.

While Stiles was busy enjoying the feel of Jackson's tongue, Jackson slowly snaked a hand down to Stiles' zipper and slowly lowered it tooth by tooth, he then proceeded to undo his button, until Stiles jeans flapped open. He ran his tongue down Stiles' treasure trail until it disappeared beneath his underwear. He could see Stiles' hard flesh tenting his underwear. Jackson looked up, Stiles had his eyes screwed shut and had kept his arms where Jackson left them. The boys had never gone much farther than some heavy petting, Jackson didn't want to risk having Stiles leave him without at least going a bit farther, it's why he didn't hesitate when he began to light bite and lick Stiles dick through his underwear. Stiles moaned loud and long before he tried to push Jackson a way. Jackson grabbed his hands before they could and held them tight, he sucked the flesh there, felt it grow harder beneath his touch, he soaked the clothe with his saliva as Stiles tried hard to get Jackson to stop, his mom was in the house, they shouldn't, maybe, it felt so good, he, but, god.

Jackson pulled Stiles pants down hard and threw them on the floor, Stiles was in his bed naked and smooth, flushed red and hard and all for Jackson, just Jackson. He returned to his ministrations, but this time he took Stiles' cock into his mouth and sucked hard. Stiles opened his mouth in a silent scream, in his mind one thought, don't come, don't come, don't come, not yet, too soon, must last, too good, jesus. Jackson had never done this, had thought about, but never done this. He took his time, experimented, explored. He let Stiles pop out of his mouth and took in the engorged flesh. He licked up its shaft up to the seam of its head, sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves there. He looked up and into Stiles eyes, wide with lust, and smiled at the boy and kissed the tip of Stiles cock before taking back into his mouth and sucking on it hard, taking it deep to the back of his throat and swallowed, allowed his esophagus to do all the work. Stiles pushed Jackson off he was on the brink of climax and didn't want it to end so soon. Jackson sat on his haunches at the foot of the bed and watched as Stiles came down from the edge, Jackson watched his mates cock twitch with his heart beat. He moved to the head of the bed and pulled Stiles to his neck were he buried his face and took deep calming breathes, Stiles was in a lustful haze.

Jackson waited five minutes before returning to his position at the end of the bed, he took the time to remove the rest of his clothes until he was as naked as Stiles. He bent down and licked the inside of Stiles thigh, he kept his eyes on Stiles', made sure his mate watched, and he took him back into his mouth and sucked. Stiles tried hard to suppress his moaning but couldn't, he let out small low whimpers that were driving Jackson crazy. Finally, he pulled off and lifted Stiles legs, "Hold them," he told Stiles, who confusedly grabbed the back of his knees and held his legs up. He exposed his puckered hole to Jackson who ran a finger over it and felt Stiles shiver. He bent down and licked the smooth clean hole, Stiles entire body twitched, his legs kicked, and Jackson did it over and over until the hole was sloppily wet. Jackson licked a finger and smoothly inserted it into Stiles, who clenched hard down on it. Jackson waited as the muscles clenched and twitched around his finger. He pulled it out and reached over to his nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a condom and lube. He lubed out to finger and looked at Stiles, who shook his head, Jackson then slowly sunk two fingers into Stiles. He went slowly and tenderly, he would take Stiles cock back into his mouth as he pulled and pushed his two fingers into his mate. He moved on to three fingers and stretched the inner muscles of Stiles ass. When he thought his mate was ready he tore the wrapper of the condom with his teeth and smoothly rolled the latex sheath over his own hardened flesh. He stood on his knees and lifted Stiles own over his shoulders before pausing. He was trembling hard and nauseously nervous, he closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, he felt Stiles hand on his back as his mate bent forward and kissed him long and hard and said, "I'm ready." Jackson slowly sunk in and howled.

Afterwards they lay spent and sweaty on Jackson's bed. Sheets and pillows were torn to shreds and Stiles had a bloody deep bite on his shoulder. But Jackson hadn't turned, not completely, he'd kept control and, other than the bite, hadn't hurt Stiles at all. Stiles had his head on Jackson's shoulder and was asleep snoring lightly. Jackson took some time to remember this moment, to program it deep into his memory where he would never forget it, and hoped with all his might that he wouldn't lose it.

The next morning Stiles awoke alone in bed. He stretched and felt the painful twinge of Jackson bite on his shoulder. He took a deep breathe and sighed, he felt incredible, alive. He showered and made his way downstairs, Jackson was standing in front of the stove in just his tight boxer briefs making them breakfast. He turned and used his chin to point to the seat at the bar. Jackson served them breakfast and together they sat in silence and ate.

Stiles knew there was something Jackson wasn't telling him, there was something Jackson was afraid of and Stiles knew exactly what it was. He saw Scott and Allison going through it, trying to plan all their dreams of the future around each other and realizing they didn't match up as much as they'd hoped. Scott wanted to stay with his pack, Allison wanted to go away, Scott wanted to have children, Allison didn't think she did. All the small differences that didn't matter in school mattered now that they were out and all it did was put a strain on their relationship. Stiles took a deep breath and set his fork down.

"Jackson I..I was accepted at UC Berkley…"

"Oh,"

"…what do you think,"

"I…I think that's great, a degree from there is going to look amazing on your resume,"

"Yea, how about you…Jackson…Jackson where were you accepted to,"

"I…I didn't apply anywhere," Jackson didn't want to leave, not his home, his woods, and certainly not his Alpha. Over the last few months Jackson and Derek had grown closer than ever before. While it was weird they acted like father and son, and I a strange way they actually were, Jackson was Derek's pup and everyone knew it, he was the one who got to cuddle next to him whenever they felt like sleeping in a pile, he was the one who got most of the affection, he was the one that Derek loved, but now, now it was the love a father would have for his son, and they both accepted this.

Stiles was stunned, he didn't understand why Jackson wouldn't apply any where? They both sat in silence for awhile until Jackson said, "you should go…to Berkley…"

"Don't say that, I know you don't want me to go—"

"I don't!...But I also want what's best for you and staying here isn't," Jackson bite his lip hard and turned his face away from Stiles, he didn't want his mate to see him cry.

"If you ask me…I'd stay," Jackson turned quickly back to Stiles, shocked out of his own black feelings,

"What…"

"If you ask me, I'd stay,"

"I—I can't do that,"

"I hate that you can't even ask me for what you want, I hate having to always guess, I know your life has been fucked up but I'm not going to leave you, I'm not going to abandon you like—like yesterdays jam, I'm here I'm yours and whatever we do from now on for the rest of our lives we'll do together." Stiles grabbed Jackson hard and forced him to look at him, they rested their foreheads together and allowed Stiles' words to wash over them both, the implications, the meaning. The wrapped their arms around and each other and stayed there until Jackson's mother slammed through the front door. The flinched away from each other and tried hard not to look guilty, they both wiped the tears from their eyes and looked at Mrs. Whittemore. She had a giant box in her hands. Jackson got up and took from her and set it on the dining room table.

"Hello boys, I see you're up late, long night," she said winking brazenly at Stiles who turned bright red. "This is from you two, me and Mr. Stilinski bought it together, for the two of you, its to share. Stiles' father wasn't sure at first but I knew…well I have to go, I'm doing another opening down in LA and I have to pack my bags, don't worry though ill be back soon, its just for a week." With that she sauntered off and up the stairs. Jackson and Stiles stared at each other before tearing the wrapping off the box and opening it, the inside was all tissue paper and Stiles struggle to pull it all out finally it was empty and underneath all the paper was a smaller box. Jackson picked that up and opened it. Inside was a pair of keys and underneath that the picture of a house, on the back was a message from his mother it read, 'To my amazing son, a new home for the broken one I selfishly left you in. May you and Stiles fill it with happiness and love.'

Stiles stared at Jackson and saw as his eyes fill with tears and slide down his beautiful face, he reached out and took the note from Jackson and read it himself. Neither could believe what their parents had done for them, they'd bought them a house

"I joined the Beacon Hills police force, I'm not going anywhere," finally said Stiles. For now their future was set, they would remain together and would fight against anything that dare tear them apart. Jackson had his mate, he had his pack, and now he had a home. His life was finally perfect.

A/N: so that's finished, I hoped you all liked it. If you did please tell me and maybe ill write a future fic, maybe…*cough cough* *hint hint*