Hello Everyone, it's Hopeless Blue Kiss here with a new Teen Wolf story for you. I had wanted to write for Teen Wolf for a long time now, way before the last season ended but I hadn't had the courage until now. I really love the Stackson pairing so I hope you do, enjoy and please comment on my story. Thanks.
Needed Me
"Did you ever love me? Hell, did you ever feel anything for me!?" Jackson hissed out into the open autumn air.
Cheeks flushed a blotchy pink more from the crisp air, than any kind of emotional strife he might have felt, he quickly grabbed Lydia's arm before she could ignore the question by flipping her sex-mussed hair and flouncing off. It would not work today. Not after he had caught a front row seat, along with half the damn lacrosse team, to her dalliance with one of her hangers-on that she finally thrown a bone to.
They hadn't been screwing under the bleachers, but the fucking wooded area surrounding the lacrosse field was a far cry from privacy. Especially knowing that her long-time boyfriend of three years was barely two miles away. Clearly this was premediated considering the thick, fleece blanket strewn across the grass and the smug look that Lydia tried to hide by blinking oh so sweetly and innocently at Jackson.
"Of course, I love you Jackson," she cooed sweetly. She frowned in confusion at how his hand spasmed and clenched harder onto her fragile wrist, before trying to brush it off as initial surprise since it was the first she had ever said it aloud.
"Leave. Now!" he roared at the rest of the team that seemed to want to gawk at what might just be the fight of the century. They were epitome of the perfect couple and to have their school queen getting down and dirty with a lowly freshman was sure to leave to some fireworks.
"Now that they are gone, you want to change your answer, ground out Jackson between clenched teeth.
"Jackson, I do love you. Well, not love kind of love. Not yet. Maybe someday," she began with a flippant shrug and a flip of her glossy strawberry curls. Then quickly amended as his features seemed to iron out in plain placidity, making it a hard toss up if he was angry or not. She tried to tentatively yank her arm away, but when it wouldn't budge, she tried again to speak to him.
He was popular, rich, smart, handsome, and athletic; just the perfect little bauble to drape herself over and coo to her classmates and peers how shiny and unattainable he was. He wasn't a person. He was a thing to be lorded and brow-beaten into submission until she found something prettier and richer to snag the petite beauty's attention.
"I just… Damn it Jackson do you know how many cucumbers I've practiced doing fellatio on and you won't even let me touch you down there. I am a catch, Jackson Whittemore. I was popular before you and I sure as hell will be popular long after you. I want us to be together because we could be a force, Jackson Whittemore. A power couple that can break free from the dumb shackles of Beacon Hills, California and give the corporate world a real run for their money. I just got tired of waiting around for you to take what I was offering," she huffed out, pouting cutely and not too subtly cupping her half-exposed chest.
"A girl has wants Jackson. Needs and you weren't trying. But if you could get up, I'm willing to give it a try," the vixen offered. She rested her free hand on his crotch, and gave it a subtle squeeze.
Jackson scuffed and pushed her away from him violently so she nearly fell on her ass. She righted herself with a huff and rolled her green eyes, arms cross over her chest.
"I don't want anything to do with a slut like you Lydia. I told you before a player plays better when they aren't having sex during a game. But I guess you couldn't keep your legs closed enough to wait," he sneered bitterly, already turning around to stomp back to the locker room. "We're over." Jackson honestly should have broken up with her long before this.
"I'm the one who is breaking up with you Whittemore. I don't want to date some prude who can't even get hard for a hot piece of ass like me I can have anyone Whittemore. It's not my fault if you caught feelings. We're so over!" she screeched out in a huff before stomping furiously away. She had only meant to make Jackson jealous, not break up with her. Not so close to Valentine's Day.
xXx
The whole school knew about the explosive break up between Lydia and Jackson before the end of the day was over. A lot of loud whispers and stares where given before lips were clamped and head turns when the subjects of their interest looked right at them. Jackson had a throbbing headache wanting to curl up somewhere in wallow. But he staunchly pretended like this breakup didn't hurt as he savagely ripped out all his things from the locker that was formerly Lydia's.
They weren't together anymore and before she took it upon herself to destroy his things, he wanted to put his things safely back into his old locker that he had originally given to her because it was closer to her classrooms. He made sure to gather her things and put it into the locker he had switched with her so she couldn't complain then slammed it viciously close.
Jackson was so pissed and emotional that he bumped Stilinski extra hard on his way out of the school. A laugh caught in his throat, not even able to take in the pleasure of harming one of his victims. He just needed to get out of there and not even the shouting from a staff member could stop him from starting up his expensive ass care and peeling out of the decrepit school to wallow somewhere.
xXx
Stiles picked himself the floor, wincing a little in pain, but he was still elated. Not even fucking Whittemore could bring him down because his long-time crush was single and ready to mingle. He smiled, only hastening to his class when the frustrated staff member who couldn't get Jackson to stop, turned their gaze to him to lecture.
He was brimming with ideas on how he could snare the attention of the petite beauty. Outright asking her wouldn't go well. Not so freshly broken up and not when any attempts to confess openly had been met with outright rejection from the queen of his heart. So, he needed to do something more subtle. Something that would woo and romance her first before he revealed who he really was. His mind raced rapidly as he sought a seat in his classroom. Not even his best buddy could distract him as he got to work plotting his course. It would take a lot of cash in finagling but he was going to win Lydia Martin over and hasten the steps to confessing to his love.
xXx
Jackson was numb to the world must of the week. His breakup had happened on a Tuesday and it was already Thursday with nothing but the insipid gossip of hangers-on wanting to curry favor or openly gawk at him. The athlete had truly cared for Lydia. Sure he didn't quite feel anything for her physically and had used excuse after excuse as to why he wasn't sexually motivated to touch her. But he hadn't been ready to confess to himself that maybe he was attracted to people of his own sex.
He wasn't as open with his sexuality as Danny, his best friend was. Their town was small and their high school was even smaller. Not to mention that he had two conservative parents that barely tolerated Danny hanging out with their adopted son. They might think he had somehow caught gayness from his best friend, as if that could ever be a thing.
No, he jus wanted to keep his head down and plug through the rest of high school before getting the fuck out of dodge. He turned the new lock of his locker to open it, sucking his breath in surprise at the present laid inside of his things. Brows furrowed, and curiosity peeked, he grabbed the present and stuffed it into his bag before any onlookers could question it. Then he switched out his necessary things and stuffed what wasn't needed out of his backpack and into his locker then slammed it shut quickly.
He nibbled on his bottom lip, curious to see what was inside. He caught just the briefest of looks to the card that said 'from your secret admirer' inside. It clearly couldn't be from Lydia. She received gifts. She didn't give them unless they were necessary. He wanted to see what was inside of it, but he wanted to do it in a more private place. So, he forced himself to be patient, mood lighten for the first time in a while.
xXx
This must be some cruel, stupid joke.
Stiles had spent money and time trying to formulate the perfect gift for Valentine's Day. He had to immediately erase his browser history and watch out cautiously for the mailman when the purchase had arrived. There was no way in hell he would have been able to explain the purchase. So he was glad that his father had given him an emergency credit card and that the purchase was thankfully under a discreet name that wouldn't tell anyone the shop name if they looked it up.
Stiles had bought a cell phone and a carefully crafted note to wax poetically about his crush. He had even bribed the janitor to carefully sneak his wrapped gifts, note and box of chocolates into the right locker.
He had done this all on the day before Valentine's Day that way if his crush, Lydia Martin, liked her gift and accepted his feelings, she would wear it today. He had waited with bated breath, wondering if she would show the picture as proof that she had tried it on. It was an expensive purchase to suit her expensive tastes and he made sure that she wouldn't know who it came from, just wrote 'from your secret admirer' on the package.
He was thrumming with energy all school day wondering when his phone would ring with the picture. Anxious that it wouldn't ring. His name had been called numerous times by many teachers, trying to snag his attention as he muttered softly under his breath, nibbling on the edge of his pen as he was lost in scenarios. The school day was a whole blur of faces and lessons and he dejectedly packed his things up and was heading out to the backyard with his puppy of a best friend, Scott, behind him when he heard an unfamiliar beeping from his phone.
Stiles nearly dropped his phone as he looked down at his burner phone and saw a message from an unknown number. Only one person should know this number. He had labeled the provided burner he had given his crush with a phone with one contact number to it, 'secret admirer'. It was in order to make sure they knew who to call while keeping it as anonymous as possible. He wet his lips nervously in anticipation, waving goodbye distractedly to Scott. Then nearly smacked face first into his cheap as he looked down at his phone. He was lucky he hit something and nothing hit him as he quickly fumbled for the keys before climbing into his blue jeep.
He was in no condition to drive with his heart beating like a hummingbird's wings and his fingers trembling. He quickly unlocked the cheap smartphone anticipating a peek of his gift on a scantily clad red bombshell. But nearly choked on his spit as he opened the message and saw the message and picture left in the text box.
"Thank you for my gift. It's a little small, but it's so soft and frilly. I love it."
It honestly wasn't the message that had him thumping weakly on his chest to subdue the coughing fit he had. No, it was the flaccid dick print that was clearly seen in the delicate, lace pink panties that he had bought with his hard-earned money. He had cyberstalked Lydia's Instagram and Facebook pictures enough to know that those tan thick, tan hips that those panties clung to like as second skin didn't belong to the pale, slender form of one Lydia Martin.
"Oh. My. God," Stiles strangled out. As another pick flashed across the screen. This time it was a picture of the same guy, this time leaned against a locker, with his panty clad ass popped out just so to see how plump and muscular it was wrapped in the lace. Stiles was so stunned, emotions all over the place on whether he should be mortified or aroused by the racy, masculine pics.
The phone tumbled out of his lifeless fingers, and he cursed softly. His fingers quickly groping, head bent, only to smack his forehead into his horn in his haste. Stiles didn't know what he should do in this scenario. It wall all he could do not to toss the phone and forget everything. His arm had even unconsciously wound back, as he sat up with the phone clasp tightly in his hand, ready to toss it and abandon it. But then with his shitty luck his finger slipped and called the recipient of his gift.
Stiles quickly fumbled to turn it off, cursing softly in the now otherwise empty school parking lot. But before he could end the call, a distinctively familiar, male voice eagerly answered with a tentative 'Hello'.
"If I tell you my right size, could you buy me more? What should I call you?" the words eagerly poured out of the receiver and Stiles could barely muffle a cry of recognition at the voice. He stared dumbfounded at the phone in surprise that Jackson fucking Whittemore of all people was wearing panties and probably chocolate meant for Lydia, begging for more. 'How the fuck do I get into this shit?!' he panicked screamed into his head.
"Hello, you still there?" Jackson asked nervously, vulnerable after the long silence.
"Yes, baby, I'm here," Stiles murmured hoarsely, speaking a few octaves lower than his normal voice. In for a penny, in for a pound he guessed.