After a long session of passionate making out, Jackson picked up his guitar and started to walk out of the garage like nothing had ever happened. Stiles stood there completely dumbfounded, his lips burning from the roughness of their kiss.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Jackson swung around and smirked.
"You, my place, tonight, and we can finish 'talking'" Jackson replied with the biggest grin on his face.

Stiles put his hands on his hips to stop himself from toppling over.
"Okay, sure, sounds good, yep" Stiles replied trying to sound as casual as possible but dismally failing.

Stiles remained in the garage nodding to himself as Jackson jumped in his car and sped off. Stiles rubbed his head really hard and laughed to himself, what the hell had just happened? He just kissed Jackson Whittlemore for god's sake. And man did he like it, a lot. He felt like his whole body was on fire. All of his birthdays and Christmases rolled into one package. He hardly breathed throughout it and he was having trouble trying to breathe now.

He paced back and forth the garage, unable to keep still. His mind was shooting all these questions at him a hundred miles an hour; it was hard to keep up. Okay so the kiss was magical, wonderful and other large adjectives. But it was with Jackson, a guy who is usually a jerk. A jerk to everyone and usually a complete ass to Stiles. He was good looking, actually ridiculously good looking, and was kind of charming when he wanted to be. But Stiles was starting to see another side of him, a side that maybe no one really knew. A Jackson who was considerate, talented and an amazing kisser.

'Wait, Jackson is a jerk and also a guy', Stiles suddenly thought. A guy? Stiles never really thought any of that once his emotions took over. Does this mean his gay now? Does this mean that his gay for Jackson? What would he tell his Dad or Scott or Lydia?
"Shit Shit Shit! Lydia!"

Out of all the things Stiles had completely omitted from his mind in the last few minutes, Lydia was one of them. What the hell was he thinking, he loved Lydia, and just wanted her to be happy. Him making out with Jackson probably won't help with that.

Stiles was breathing heavier now and he felt light headed. He felt like he was about to have a panic attack. He crouched down on the ground and tried to take deep breaths. He needed someone to talk to all this about otherwise his head was going to explode. He obviously couldn't talk to Jackson about it, though he thought what if Jackson is going through the same stuff. Probably not, because Stiles over thought everything.

No way in the world would he talk to his Dad about this, and Scott would freak out and not even understand what Stiles was feeling. Who else could he ask? Stiles rubbed his hand over his mouth and thought. His head shot straight up and his eyes became focused as a thought popped into his mind.

Derek?

Stiles shivered at the thought, he was scared of him, mostly because of the werewolf thing. But he did trust him, for some reason. He knew what Jackson was like and how Stiles' mind worked, all he had to was listen and tell Stiles to stop freaking out, or to freak out, Stiles wasn't sure.

Stiles got up from the ground and rushed over to his jeep parked outside the garage. Before he knew it he was standing out the front of Derek's house on the woods. The adrenaline throughout this body had taken full control of him; he couldn't even remember getting there.

"Derek? You there? I need to talk to you," Stiles yelled towards the house. He hadn't spoken for a while, his mouth felt so dry.

Stiles stared at the house waiting for some sort of reply.

"What do you want?" Derek said, standing behind Stiles.

Stiles almost jumped out of his skin, and his nerves were already out of whack.

"Jesus Christ!" Stiles replied as he turned around to face Derek.

"I could smell you, as soon as you jumped out of your jeep," Derek replied.

"Gee thanks. I need to talk to you," Stiles said.

"Shoot," Derek replied.

"I need to talk about it about I don't want to," Stiles said shuffling his feet.

Derek had a concerned look on his face, "Is it about the pack? Something to do with Scott?"

"No nothing like that, it's about me actually."

Derek could see that Stiles was struggling to get the words out, which was very strange for him.

"Come over here and sit," Derek said and pointed to the front porch.

Stiles sighed and headed over. He was almost surprised that Derek was being nice, but very relieved. The both of them sat down next to each other on the porch steps.

"Jackson and I kissed," Stiles said after a short silence.

"Woh," Derek said and immediately stood up and started to back away.

"Sit down and let me finish or I swear to god I will find every bit of silver in this crappy town and put it in you," Stiles said very sternly. He was surprised how stern he was, it worked though. Derek sat straight back down to Stiles and showed full attention.

"Look I have no one to talk to, I'm not talking to my Dad about this and Scott wouldn't even understand"

Derek nodded, he totally understood what Stiles was saying.

"Just let me talk then you can do what you want. Yeah so we kissed, just before and it was awesome. And I don't know if it should be awesome, because it's Jackson and he is usually a total jerk, and he is a guy and I thought I was in love with Lydia. He wants me to go to his place tonight and I really want to but then I think I shouldn't. I'm thinking about it too much aren't I" Stiles said in one breath.

"Am I allowed to talk now?"

Stiles nodded and faced Derek.

"First off don't threaten me again, I can kill you in a second. And yes you do think too much, you sound like a teenage girl, worrying about every little thing. But okay, completely ignoring Lydia, do you like Jackson?"

"Yeah I think so," Stiles said with a smile.

"And ignoring that Jackson is a guy and all that, you don't care?"

"No."

"Have you felt gay for anyone else?"

"Only you," Stiles said and placed his hand on Derek's thigh.

Derek's eyes widened and were beginning to turn red as he pushed Stiles hand off his thigh.

"I'm kidding, geez, remind me not to confess my feelings towards you again," Stiles said poking his tongue out.

Derek took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders.

"Watch it Stiles. But you like him, and you don't seem to care about anything else. So just stop thinking about it all and go with your gut. Okay?"

Stiles wanted to laugh at Derek, but he was actually right, imagine that. Classic Stiles to freak out about the littlest things.

"You're right, I think."

"What the hell made you want to talk to me about it?"

"Well you scare me, but I trust you."

"Sure. Okay well you don't need to talk to me about it again, just go with your gut. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Thanks," Stiles said and placed his hand on Derek's thigh again.

"Don't touch me."

Stiles arrived at Jackson's house at 8, hoping that wasn't too early or too late. He told his Dad he was hanging out with Scott and told Scott he was hanging out with his Dad. Neither of them needed to know what was going on, not yet anyway. Jackson's car was the only car parked in his driveway. Stiles remembered hearing weird stories about Jackson's parents over the years. They were always working and never home, yet they put this insane amount of pressure onto Jackson. Maybe that's why he was such a jerk all the time, pissed off by his parents.

Stiles slowly reached the front door and knocked three times, and then hit his head with his fist three times. He could feel another panic attack coming on, but he just took a few deep breaths and thought about what Derek said, just go with your gut.

Jackson opened the door in his own good time, and looked gorgeous as ever. He smiled at Stiles before guiding his hand inside to ask Stiles in. Stiles gulped and then headed in. just be yourself Stiles, well maybe not too much.