Jackson had set up the living room with some beers and pizza. He had the TV on low, with some sort of sports game on. Maybe Jackson just wants to be buddies, and that kiss was something else. Maybe he just invited him over for pizza, and did actually want to talk. Stiles smiled politely at Jackson to hide that the fact that he was analyzing everything. Go with your gut Stiles, he thought to himself. You like him and I think he likes you, just act natural, he thought.
"You like pizza?" Jackson asked as they both approached the couch.
"Yeah, a lot," Stiles said and screwed up his eyebrows, wondering if that had too much meaning to it.
"Sit," Jackson said, having already sat down on the couch, with Stiles standing dumb founded above him.
"Oh, right, sorry," Stiles replied and sat down next to Jackson.
Jackson turned his whole body around to face Stiles, their knees touching. He placed his hands firmly onto Stiles' shoulder.
"You're freaking out aren't you, I can tell," Jackson said, friendly as ever.
"What? No, no I'm not. Okay. I am," Stiles admitted.
"That kiss this afternoon, that was…" Jackson said.
"…hot!" Stiles interrupted.
Jackson smirked, his eyes staring directly into Stiles. It made Stiles almost melt, he felt safe and comfortable when Jackson would like at him like that. All the shit with the werewolf's and packs, just didn't seem to bother him when Jackson's eyes looked into his.
"Yes, it was. I'm sorry I had to leave, I kind of freaked a bit," Jackson said.
Stiles felt the weight lift from his shoulders; he was so pleased that Jackson was freaked out too. It made him feel a whole lot better about his panic filled afternoon. He placed his hands onto Jackson's shoulders too.
"I freaked out too. It was good though," Stiles replied, worried that he shouldn't have said that the kiss was good.
Jackson smiled, much to Stiles' relief, "It was good, and I was hoping that maybe we could…"
"Do it again?" Stiles finished Jackson's thoughts.
"Yeah. I mean we can take it slow, or take it fast, totally up to you."
Stiles slowly repositioned his hands down to Jackson's waist. Jackson smirked and moved his hands to cup the back of Stiles' neck. They stared at each other for a moment, the eye contact and dual smiling, was almost as good as a kiss. Jackson slowly leaned into towards Stiles to initiate a kiss, before Stiles pulled away.
"We better eat the pizza before it gets cold," Stiles said, with a cheeky grin on his face.
Jackson sighed but complied with Stiles, and grabbed a slice of pizza and devouring it, before he could say anything to Stiles to change his mind. They sat in comfortable silence as they ate the pizza and drank the beers Jackson had prepared. They both stared at the television, while exchanging quick glances at each other, for reassurance.
Stiles was glad he had made them eat the pizza first before getting into anything, it gave him a chance to fully prepare himself. Though now that they had both told each other that they enjoyed what happened earlier that afternoon, Stiles had already began to feel relieved about it all. He had no idea to how this whole thing would pan out, and how it would affect his life. He had no idea if he could or would tell Scott or his Dad about any of this, and his feelings towards Lydia were simply tossed aside for the time being, as it all was becoming too complicated for him. All he knew was that he liked Jackson and Jackson liked him, and his gut was probably right all along.
Though now a new set of nerves had washed over him, they had both finished the pizza and Stiles was up to the last mouthful of beer. How was the rest of the evening supposed to happen? He didn't want to be open; then again he didn't want to not be open for anything. Stiles flashed a nervous smile to Jackson. It looked like Jackson had a similar look on his face, which Stiles thought he would never see on him. Jackson was always so confident and sure of himself, Stiles felt like he was beginning to see a more vulnerable and real side of him.
Jackson rose from the couch to clean up the remnants of the food. Stiles stood up quickly and decided to help Jackson, to give him something to do. He followed Jackson into the kitchen to chuck out the empty boxes and bottles. Jackson's house was ridiculously expensive; everything was designer and completely spotless. They both stood in the kitchen, looking at each other with no plan on where to go with it all.
"You look tense," Jackson noted.
"What? Me, tense? No, not at all. I'm good, I'm fine," Stiles stuttered.
Jackson almost laughed as he rolled his eyes. He quickly grabbed Stiles by the waist and swiftly began to kiss him. Again, Stiles was taken by surprise, but he quickly got into it. He grabbed onto Jackson's hair, he enjoyed gripping onto it and running his fingers through it as the kiss grew deeper. Jackson definitely knew was he doing, as Stiles' could feel the repercussions of the kiss throughout his body. Stiles bit down on Jackson's lower lip, enthralled in the passion of it all. He tugged at it, and heard Jackson softly moan because of it. Jackson's tongue quickly gained entry into Stiles' mouth and circled around Stiles' tongue. Stiles mimicked Jackson's movements and connected his tongue with his own. Jackson's hands were increasing their pressure onto Stiles' hips, moving back and forth in rhythm of the kiss.
By hardly breaking their kiss, Jackson tried to communicate with Stiles.
"Upstairs?" Jackson panted.
Stiles nodded very enthusiastically, moving Jackson across the kitchen floor towards the front of the house where the stairs were. They gripped onto each other more tightly as they shuffled up the stairs. Stiles was impressed with their team effort of never breaking their kiss. Jackson led them down the hallway and pushed his bedroom door open. He pushed them both down onto the bed, with Stiles positioned on the top of him. Stiles put his hands underneath Jackson's shirt, and ran them up and down his back. Stiles loved Jackson's weight on top of him, he felt warm and safe, and incredibly comfortable. Now that they were completely on top of each other, Stiles could definitely feel the hardness of Jackson intertwined with his own. They both had trouble keeping in their moans, as they breaths grew more infrequent as the kiss grew in intensity.
"You wanna keep going?" Jackson asked, pulling away from Stiles.
"Yeah, I do," Stiles said, looking deep into Jackson's eyes.
"I haven't done anything like this before," Stiles slowly admitted. He didn't care if he sounded like a tool, he felt like he could be honest with Jackson now, without Jackson laughing or judging him.
"Either I have I. I mean with a dude," Jackson replied.
"I'm sure we'll figure something out," Stiles said with a grin and winked at Jackson.
Stiles grabbed onto Jackson tightly and flipped him over so that he was now on top of Jackson. Stiles thrusted himself on top of Jackson, with his knees on either side of him, their groins together. Jackson lifted himself up and pulled his shirt off and threw it across the room. Stiles almost opened his mouth in shock as he realized how buff and gorgeous Jackson was. He knew he was fit and all, but now he was so attracted by it. He ran his hands up and down Jackson's chest, gripping onto all of Jackson's perfectly toned abs.
He grinned at Jackson's enjoyment of it all, before leaning down to him for another kiss. Whilst connecting his lips with Jackson's, Stiles reached out for Jackson's hands and stretched them out away from their bodies. Their fingers intertwined and squeezed together, as Stiles moved his lips down Jackson's neck, sucking and biting at his skin. He guided his lips down Jackson's chest, placing small kisses all over Jackson's chest. Jackson arched his back because of the pleasure, his chest moving up higher as Stiles moved down. He squeezed Jackson's hands tighter the more either of them showed any pleasure.
Stiles had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but he just did what he thought he would like if this would happen to him. Stiles kissed around Jackson's belly button and around the top of Jackson's pants, to tease him and make him beg for something more. Stiles tried to hold onto Jackson's hands for longer, but Jackson's desire took full strength as they quickly moved down to his pants and pulled them down in one quick move.
Jackson's cock darted straight up as he pulled his pants completely off. Jackson dragged Stiles down towards his face and drove straight in for a much needed kiss. The kiss became sloppy but increasingly passionate compared to the ones before it. Jackson pulled Stiles' t-shirt off him, so he could feel the warmth of Stiles' skin against his own. He opened his eyes for the first time in a while and made direct contact with Stiles' eyes. Their eyes spoke more than either of them could; Jackson was absolutely ready to take the next step.
Stiles moved his way down Jackson's chest again, this time with more precision, before reaching down to Jackson's cock. Stiles placed his mouth over the tip and began to move it up and down, slowly. As soon as his mouth made contact Jackson roared with desire, his back completely arching, his hips thrust into the air. Stiles looked up towards Jackson, to see his eyes closed and his face filled with ecstasy. Stiles continued doing what he was doing, moving up and down, and sometimes circling his tongue around the pre-cum filled tip. He could feel himself getting harder as Jackson moaned deeper. Stiles moved faster, whilst using his hands to help with the job. Jackson cried out louder and louder, as his chest heaved in and out.
"…Stiles," Jackson managed to say.
Stiles removed his mouth and used his hands more, gliding them up and down faster than ever. Jackson tilted his head back into the pillows and squeezed his eyes shut. He let out a very long moan as he finally came all up his chest and on Stiles' hands. Stiles watched Jackson in a complete high; he looked like he was in a different world.
Jackson slowly composed himself and opened his eyes to see Stiles' staring at him with a sweet smile. He grabbed Stiles by the neck and pulled him in very thankful and adoring kiss. Stiles could taste the sweat, as he licked and nibbled at Jackson's lips. Jackson pulled his lips away, leaving their noses and foreheads connected, each of them sharing each others breaths.
"Your turn," Jackson said, completely out of breath.
Jackson picked up Stiles by the waist and flipped him onto his back to be completely on top of him. He pulled off Stiles' pants and underwear straight off first, allowing them both to be naked together. All of Stiles' insecurities had completely vanished with Jackson; he didn't care about anything, only Jackson. Jackson followed the same direction as Stiles' starting from the neck and moving down his chest. Stiles found that Jackson was more patient and delicate as he kissed down Stiles' chest, which made Stiles' want grow more and more. He seemed to know what he was doing, as Stiles felt so good under Jackson's full control. Jackson moved down towards Stiles' groin and slowly licked around the area Stiles wanted him to pay the most attention to.
After what felt like years, Jackson finally aimed his mouth towards Stiles' cock. Stiles had never felt so much pleasure before, his hands gripped onto the blankets beside him because he could hardly take it all in. Jackson did similar movements Stiles had done only moments earlier, except he was gentler. His mouth moved up and down slowly, yet it proved most effective, as Stiles could already feel himself wanted to release. Jackson put Stiles' whole package into his mouth, the tip of it reaching the back of Jackson's mouth. Stiles tilted his head back, the pleasure almost unbearable. He grabbed onto Jackson's shoulder blades, his finger nails grazing Jackson's skin.
Jackson then moved his mouth up and down faster, until Stiles couldn't take it anymore. He screamed out, as Jackson took his mouth off and used his hands to finish the job. Stiles head completely span as he came. Now, he hadn't felt so much pleasure before. His whole body ceased, all he could feel was the pleasure, nothing else entered his mind, as he flew into something else. He slowly returned from the ecstasy to find Jackson nibbling at his neck.
Stiles opened his eyes and pulled Jackson in for another kiss. He had never felt this close to any one in his entire life. He darted his tongue into Jackson's mouth, swirling it around as their lips smacked together. They pulled themselves away from each other, as Jackson placed himself directly opposite to Stiles. They were both completely spent, both of them breathing heavily. Jackson grabbed onto Stiles hand and squeezed hard. Stiles reached over and planted a kiss onto Jackson's cheek, before resting his head into the nook of Jackson's chest.