“If you’re going to dress like that,” Jackson grumbles, “I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
“It’s just jeans and a t-shirt, Jackson,” Stiles says, sitting down on his bed to tie his black converse, “More so, it’s the clothes you bought me specifically so I wouldn’t look like something the cat dragged in.” He looks up to give Jackson a quizzical look, “So I have no idea why you’re complaining.”
“I’m not complaining,” Jackson mumbled, completely losing his train of thought when Stiles stands up and then promptly bends over to fix his pants.
“Do I look bad?” Stiles asks startling Jackson who guiltily tears his eyes away from Stiles’ass.
“Of course not!”
Stiles gives him a look, “Then what has your panties in a bunch, Jax?”
Jackson flounders for a second trying to come with an explanation that wouldn’t be an outright lie, since Stiles always catches those.
“You’ll get all sorts of attention looking like that,” he finally says, “I’ll have to make sure no one molests you or, or… I don’t know, kidnaps you or something because you look like a hot twink!”
Crap.
Stiles grins in that cat that got the canary and avoided trouble sort of way.
“A hot twink, huh?”
Jackson makes a show of rolling his eyes even though he’s sure Stiles sees right through him with the way Jackson’s face must be beat red.
“Trust you to focus on that part and ignore the danger.” he complains, avoiding Stiles’ gaze.
“I feel pretty safe with you around to protect my assets.”
Jackson groans, “This isn’t funny!”
He’s just about ready for Stiles to make another joke before promptly telling him how they’re way better off as friends.
But Stiles never enjoyed following expectations and instead chooses to close the space between them in a few light steps, and cup Jackson’s face in his hands, lifting it so their eyes would meet.
“Then stop being so fun to tease,” Stiles says softly, “and just kiss me already, dumbass.”
And well, when he says it like that.
They’re half an hour late to meet the Pack at Jungle, but neither cares, most of all Jackson, who gets to keep a “protective” hand on Stiles’ assets all night long.
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I just realized I accidentally changed your prompt a tiny bit, oops! Hope you like this poly fluff! (On AO3)
He knows he probably shouldn’t say it. It’s late, and he’s
tired, and it’s been a nice evening with two people he really cares about. He
probably shouldn’t mess that up.
He says it anyway.
“You know, in twenty years, I will be Lydia’s second
husband,” he says grandly.
“What’s going to happen to her first husband?” Jackson asks
suspiciously.
“Nothing,” Stiles says, smiling. “Maybe by then you’ll like
me as much as she does.”
Fandom: Teen Wolf Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore Words: 56,436 Chapters: 13/13
Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder – PTSD, Victim Blaming, aftermath of psychological rape, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Angst with a Happy Ending, the ending is smutty af
Summary:
Jackson’s done being in the spotlight. London chewed him up and spit him out, and all he wants is the life of a regular teen again. But the secrets he carries are heavy, and Stiles refuses to back down until Jackson airs every bit of misery he’s been dealt since the day Derek bit him and psychos got a hold of his head.
No one seems to blame Stiles for the nogitsune, but he can’t help blaming himself for letting it in. He’s having a hard enough time coping when Jackson suddenly returns from London, able to see through Stiles’s facade and tell him what everyone else denies as truth. It’s enough to make Stiles want to pry.
This is an established relationship Stackson where they want to open up their relationship to a third.
They put out an open invitation to the pack, and pretty much everyone except Derek entertains the idea. So obviously Stiles and Jackson fixate on why they’re not good enough for the likes of Derek. The ironic part is Derek wants it the most, but he took a step back when it was obvious there’d be a line.
Derek also needs it to be something meaningful, not just a notch in their belts. The three end up in a closed triad.
of fucking course he did. because even now, after all these years, Derek still doesn’t think he’s good enough for them. any of them! no matter how long it’s been or how much he’s grown, he’s always going to think more highly of his friends and packmates than he does of himself, and Stiles and Jackson think it’s absolute bullshit.
as if they aren’t the two most fucked up jerks on the face of the planet. as if both of them can’t give Derek a run for his money as for who hates themselves the most. i mean, really.
they might’ve taken Allison up on her wink and nudge, or even gone in on another try with Lydia. but Derek is hanging back just looking so despondent and faking a smile like it’s what he thinks they want from him, and it’s just utterly infuriating. they won’t stand for it.
they’re gonna make damn sure Derek knows that invitation had his fucking name on it.
And Derek know’s what’s going on when he suddenly starts “accidentally” walking in on things he really shouldn’t be seeing. He’s way more careful than that. It’s just so obvious that Stiles and Jackson want to use him.
He starts making excuses for why he can’t be part of pack night. Slinks away sooner than expected during the times when he does join in. Peter’s now giving him speeches about valuing relationships and how there’s nothing wrong with participating in the fun (everyone’s over 18 now, after all).
Derek’s just really done being hurt, and he’s pretty sure he’s just gonna be nothing more than a living sex toy for Stiles and Jackson.
…little does he know just how precious he’s gonna become…
and, ya know, it’s not completely unreasonable for Derek to assume that, if only because that’s what most of the others in the pack were up for. Stiles and Jackson have been an established thing for a while now, and while when they said they were up for having a third and meant it in both the casual and the committed sense, most of the interest from their friends was on the more superficial end of the spectrum.
pretty much any of them would be up for a night of fun, so why would Derek assume that they would assume anything was different with him? sex is what most people think when they look at him anyway. and considering how much he’s come to care about them, he’s really just not capable of withstanding getting used and casually discarded by two trusted friends at once, okay? he’s not up for that.
and Stiles and Jackson just don’t realize that’s where Derek is coming from. they’re looking for a third partner, not just a quick fuck, and clearly they have not made that clear enough, but they just think Derek is being a stubborn martyr like usual and needs a little gentle coaxing.
only the coaxing doesn’t feel so gentle when it’s inadvertently hitting all Derek’s soft spots, the most vulnerable bits of him that he’s worked so hard to patch over. walking in on their sexcapades is embarrassing and flustering at first, then frustrating, then almost insulting. why can’t they just take no for an answer? for fuck’s sake!
it’s not until Jackson gets a whiff of Derek’s chemosignals after one of these encounters that he starts getting a clue that maybe they’re not handling this the right way – they’re trying to tempt and seduce Derek, after all, not make him feel hurt and angry and some bitter combination of resentful and self-loathing. that’s noooot what they were going for here.
but it’s where they are now and they’ve somehow managed to hurt the one person they care about the most. fuck.
Derek is utterly confused when Stiles and Jackson end their open invitation. He assumes they found someone, but it’s still just the two of them.
Then it’s like he’s being courted, but he must be reading too much into it.
DEREK GETS COURTED UNTIL HE FINALLY SUCCUMBS TO THE FEELS
once Jackson sniffs out the problem, Stiles takes puts a halt to everything and takes the reins. obviously they have been doing something very very wrong, and the thing they’ve been doing most is the sex stuff, so obviously the sex stuff is wrong.
romance is next on the list. it is time to woo the fuckout of Derek Hale until he realizes they mean business.
Stiles starts complimenting Derek at every opportunity. and not just how lovely his eyes are but how great his book collection is and what a good idea he came up with for that battle plan there and how good the stir fry he made for the pack dinner was. he texts Derek memes and factoids and articles with “made me think of you” and no winky face.
Jackson starts touching Derek in passing. usually he keeps pretty much to himself, but he puts his hand on Derek’s arm as he walks by, brushes his fingers over Derek’s shoulder when he walks behind the couch, stands close beside him at meetings and doesn’t step back when Derek looks at him sidelong. he doesn’t crowd him or push, but he stops making an issue of personal space with Derek like he does with everyone else.
Derek is baffled, sort of thrown for a loop. he thought he knew what was happening but it’s not anymore and this is totally different and it can’t be what it seems like. he knows where they stand, okay? they made it very clear before.
but now they’re both being so nice and paying so much attention to him, but they also leave when he tells the pack to leave and they haven’t positioned their sex where he can overhear in two weeks now. Jackson smiled at him without even a trace of a smirk the other day. Stiles literally brought him a flower he’d picked off the side of the road (he’d shrugged and said “blue is just pretty, thought you might like it too”).
he couldn’t possibly be misreading this…..could he? because if he was wrong, it was going to hurt twice as much as anything that came before.
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