Away Game, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Away Game – Stiles Summer Stories 2024

Tags: m/m, Jackson Doesn't Leave, Pack Feels, fluff, hurt/comfort

Main Pairing: Jackson/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Danny Mahealani, Scott McCall

Writer's Month Prompts: beast + motel

Summary: The team is staying in a motel during an away-game and Scott is using his puppy-dog eyes on Stiles to get out of rooming with his co-captain. Damn those puppy-dog eyes. And damn the motel for having run out of rooms with two beds. And damn Jackson for being so attractive.

Away Game

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

"Sti—iles. We're best friends. Brothers, really. Right?"

Stiles didn't look up from the bestiary he was reading on his phone. "Absolutely, Scotty boy."

"And you love me, right?"

Stiles marked a passage on shifters changing their shift form. "Sure do, bud."

"And you would do anything for me. Right?"

Slowly, Stiles lowered his phone. "...I am starting to feel like I won't like where this is headed."

Lowering his phone proved to be a mistake, because Scott next to him was aiming the most convincing puppy-dog eyes at him. Urgh. They made it so hard to deny Scott, so Stiles was already bracing himself for whatever unpleasant thing he was going to agree to.

"I can't room with Jackson," Scott whined. "Coach assigned us the shared room since we're co-captains but I can't sleep in the same room as Jackson for two nights, please. Please switch rooms with me, Stiles. Please? You love me."

"I don't love you enough to share a room with Jackson for two nights, Scotty."

Another whine from Scott and the puppy-dog eyes intensified. Snickering from the row in front of him made Stiles kick the seat. The two werewolves in front of them turned with broad, teasing grins on their lips. Stiles first glared at Boyd and then at Isaac. Damn these oversized puppies.

"Sorry, it's just really fucking funny how much you two argue, considering you're pack now."

Scott grumbled and crossed his arms, sinking lower in his seat at Isaac's comment. All Stiles did was heave a sigh. To him, it made perfect sense. They were like siblings, in that regard. Not the same flavor as Stiles and Scott, the kind that loved each other. But the kind that competed to be the favorite kid, the better of the brothers. After Scott and Stiles had joined the Hale Pack to take down the kanima, they'd worked with Derek and the betas to come up with a plan and they had taken down Gerard together, Scott poisoning Gerard with mountain ash and telling Derek about how Gerard wanted the bite to cure his cancer, leading to Derek biting Gerard. And then Jackson's curse got broken and the giant lizard turned into a beta wolf, changing from one beast to another, also joining the pack. Jackson, who always wanted to be the best and the favorite, only edged on even more with Scott now, since Scott had been – more or less – the first beta and had, at this point, earned his spot as Derek's right hand.

So now Stiles was stuck in a pack of three obnoxious assholes (Boyd, Erica and Isaac. And Stiles was saying 'obnoxious assholes' affectionately at this point), a growly-but-improving Alpha, his best friend in the whole world, and Jackson. Another sigh escaped Stiles.

"I hate you," Stiles said in a flat voice. "I hate you so much."

Scott's face lit up and he hugged Stiles tightly. "Thank you! You're the best."

Boyd chuckled and side-eyed Stiles, causing Stiles to flip him off. So the two had become good friends, really good friends, after their little 'bonding exercise' in the Argent basement but he was absolutely not taking any of the werewolves' shit.

/break\

Jackson stalked into his bedroom, jaw set. Danny was walking next to him, grinning delighted because he could be an absolute asshole if he wanted to be. And Jackson being stuck with McCall for an entire weekend? Danny thought that was hilarious and he opted to go and see how Jackson would settle in. Only that when Jackson opened the door, the person sitting on the only bed in the room was not McCall. It was the only option worse than McCall.

"Stilinski," Jackson growled. "I know you and McCall are attached by the hip, but I am absolutely not sharing a room with both of you. Get out."

"Yeah, you're not," Stiles collapsed backward on the bed, stretching out, his shirt riling up enough to show a pale sliver of skin and his hip bone. "You only share with me."

Jackson was staring transfixed at Stiles' hipbone. Growling. He knew his eyes were flashing blue and he hoped he could cover the arousal with anger. Stiles flipped him off, so he bought it.

"I thought you're sharing a room with Greenberg," Danny noted confused.

"Ye—ep, so did I," Stiles heaved a long-suffering sigh. "And then Scott used the puppy eyes of doom against me and here I am. Jackson's new roommate. Congratulations, Whittemore. You get to enjoy all of this all weekend, lucky you."

He motioned at himself, voice dripping with sarcasm. Jackson ground his teeth together. The motherfucker really didn't know how damn tempting he was. All long limbs, pale skin that begged to be marked up, and that mouth, Jackson had multiple good ideas for that mouth. Danny snorted out a laugh and rested a heavy hand on Jackson's shoulder, patting it.

"Don't worry, Jackson is not a blanket hog, but he does like to cuddle so don't be surprised if you wake up with him spooning you, Stiles," Danny winked.

No mercy. Best friends for so many years and yet Danny had no mercy with him. Jackson glared at him in betrayal. Danny was the only person who knew of Jackson's unfortunate obsession with Stiles. It had started after Jackson became a werewolf. It was like his wolf was drawn to the annoying little shit. Feeling calmer, more at ease when Stiles was around. Stiles had helped him so much in settling in, teaching him control – something he'd done for Derek's other betas too, apparently (after he had learned that Derek's method was medieval torture devices). So it wasn't special, he shouldn't feel special for it. But his wolf latched onto that, feeling cared for. Same with the food, Stiles tended to cook for the pack during pack-nights, because he loved cooking and the wolves could eat a lot. Again, nothing special, the food was for the entire pack. And yet still.

"Have fu—un," Danny chimed, shoving Jackson into the bedroom fully.

"Where the fuck is the other bed," Jackson asked as soon as he slammed the door shut.

"Evidently not in the room," Stiles pointed out, still staring at the ceiling. "Motel's booked. They ran out of two bed bedrooms, so six lucky plays get to cuddle up with each other and we are two of the winning pairs, Jackson. I don't snore, if that helps."

Jackson growled again, really struggling with his wolf who was purring and whining and just wanted to crawl into that bed and curl together around Stiles. This was going to be a nightmare.

/break\

Stiles got back to the bedroom with his teeth brushed, wearing only his boxers and the Batman sleep shirt that Erica had bought him for his birthday. Jackson was already laying on the bed, looking constipated. He'd looked that way ever since he walked into this room. Either he actually had constipation, or it really bothered him this much to share a room with Stiles. Which should not sting as much as it did. After all, Stiles knew he stood no chance with Jackson, even though he'd had a crush on the guy for pretty much as long as he had feelings for Lydia. Yeah, he liked gorgeous people who more or less didn't care for his existence. Nobody said he had good taste.

"If you could at least stop looking like this is physically hurting you. It's insulting."

Stiles jumped onto the bed, pushing Jackson aside enough to get some space too. Jackson glared. No insult though. Weird. Jackson's fingers were twitching at his side before he pulled his hand back. Ah. Oh. That was why he was so constipated. Stiles put on his most shit-eating grin.

"You can cuddle me, you know," Stiles offered, opening his arms.

"W… What," Jackson's voice actually cracked. "Why would you-"

"Whole pack of puppies," Stiles interrupted him, rolling his eyes. "Boyd, Erica and Isaac regularly break into my bedroom to get their scent-marking and Stiles time in. Scott anyway. You – or your wolf, anyway – want to cuddle the pack-human."

Jackson looked at him with a guarded expression and Stiles sighed. "I'm not going to make fun of you for this, Jackson. It's instincts. I've cuddled with Derek and the man looked so murderous throughout but after I smelt enough like his betas, his inner wolf was itching for it too. I'm pack. Being pack is about more than just… personalities mashing perfectly together. You don't have to like me to accept me as a pack-mate."

The look on Jackson's face softened but he still looked guarded, even as he slowly inched closer. Rolling his eyes, Stiles wrapped his arms around the other jock and pulled him close. A soft rumbling came from Jackson and hah, victory. Tehehe, another one for Stiles' puppy collection.

"I don't dislike you, Stilinski."

"Oka—ay?" Stiles furrowed his brows, looking at Jackson.

A blush lit up Jackson's face, which really brought out his freckles in a pretty way. Looking away, Stiles snuggled up more to Jackson. Hey, he was just a guy and if he got to cuddle with his crush, he was damn well going to enjoy it while it lasted. Jackson wrapped his arms around him, near possessive, making Stiles melt in his arms. This was good.

"I like you," Jackson pressed out, sounding like the words actually hurt him.

Stiles froze. "Like… as pack-mates? As friends? As…? No, wait, sorry, forget it. I'll take it."

"The last one," Jackson muttered, voice muffled by Stiles' neck.

"Friends?" Stiles repeated carefully.

"No," Jackson growled. "The one after that."

The one where he trailed off, the implied 'more than friends'. Oh. Oh. Stiles pushed himself off Jackson enough to stare at the other in surprise. There was too much unwanted vulnerability in Jackson's eyes to make this a prank or anything. Jackson liked liked him. Impulsively, Stiles leaned in and pressed his lips against Jackson's, his heart jackrabbiting.

"Against better judgment do I like you too," Stiles admitted after a moment. "I mean, when you're not being a total jerk, you can be really sweet. And your pretty face also helps."

He grinned cheekily at Jackson, who shoved him lightly. "Well, I can return that compliment. When you are not being a total shit, you can be really sweet. And your pretty face helps too."

Stiles flushed to the tips of his ears, ducking his head. Jackson smirked and then nuzzled into his neck. That felt good. That felt really nice. Stiles yawned, snuggling more into Jackson's warmth. This was so not what he had expected when switching rooms with Scotty, but now he may actually owe his best friend. Maybe a nice fruit-basket or something?

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Oh this prompt combo really screamed there is only one bed! ;D