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Teen Wolf AU: Jackson and Stiles make a hobby out of sleeping together, Stiles wants more than that but Jackson insists there’s no feelings involved.
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Teen Wolf AU – Social Media
The one where Jackson plays Roy on the CW’s Hit Show, Arrow, Stiles, being the huge DC geek he is, is a huge fan and it all starts at SDCC.
not!Jackson
The Dancing Around You Series Part 1 (Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)
“Stiles!”
From his spot on the sofa in the living room Stiles rolled his eyes and ignored the increasingly annoyed voice coming from one of the bedrooms, taking a swig from his beer instead of moving. He should have known that sharing an apartment with Jackson would be a bad idea. But after he returned from London in order to make his peace with the pack and his parents Jackson had admittedly mellowed. He and Stiles were going to the same college and it had actually been his suggestion – Stiles had immediately shot it down but after a conversation with Scott which included a fair amount of emotional guilt tripping Stiles had given in and accepted the idea. Truthfully, Jackson wasn’t as terrible a roommate as Stiles had imagined. He didn’t leave his towel on the bathroom floor, he was amenable to a rota for chores and he was actually working really hard for college. But. But – he was still Jackson. He seemed to live to rile Stiles up and living with him, seeing him swanning around the apartment in low riding sweatpants and worn, threadbare t-shirts might not have been a deliberate way to drive Stiles slowly insane. But it was effective.
“Stiles!”
Tonight they had actually had a great evening, they had met after their last exam for the semester and gone out for a couple of drinks with mutual friends. They were due to drive back to Beacon Hills in two days and had the luxury of nowhere to go tomorrow. So once they got back to the apartment Jackson had cracked open the good stuff – the wolfsbane laced booze that Lydia and Boyd had concocted and regularly sent as care packages to their pack mates. A couple of movies and a pizza later and Jackson was drunk, and had wandered off to bed about half an hour earlier.
And now he was calling for Stiles to come and ‘help him’ with something in his bedroom. For the sake of self-preservation Stiles had been ignoring him for the last…three minutes according to the clock on his mobile. Frankly he’s stunned Jackson hasn’t stomped out into their shared living space and made his demands face to face. But he just can’t go into Jackson’s room, he’s self aware enough that it would be crossing a line in his head that he needs to maintain. Jackson might already be aware of Stiles…attraction towards him, but he doesn’t need his room filling with the scent of Stiles’ arousal.
“Stiles…please I need your help with this!”
It was the please that did it, Jackson might have mellowed but he was still an asshole the majority of the time (not that Stiles could cast aspersions). He rarely said please, and if he did it was heavily laced with sarcasm or directed towards someone he thought he should impress. Stiles was not one of those people so he rarely heard it. He sighed heavily, Jackson was drunk and Stiles wasn’t – he could be sick or something so it was the responsible thing to go and check on him to be sure he didn’t die or anything – werewolf or not.
Stiles put his beer back onto the coffee table and hauled himself out of the sofa and headed towards Jackson’s door which stood ajar. He knocked gently before pushing it open, not stepping over the threshold but looking into the room to see if Jackson was alright. When his eyes fell upon the bed Stiles sucked in a breath. Shit. The sidelight was on and showed clearly that Jackson had apparently flopped straight down face first onto his bed. His pants were hanging off of one foot, draped across the bottom of the bed, and his top was at Stiles’ feet, obviously stripped off as soon as he had got in the room. Jackson was currently using one hand hooked into his underwear and attempting to pull them off without moving the rest of his body. Stiles felt the blush blossom across his cheeks and down his neck, he’d seen Jackson naked before – everyone had – but not in this intimate environment.
“Stiles please, I’m too hot I need you to help me – I’m too hot! Goddamit why the fuck are you ignoring me now – usually I couldn’t make you shut up if I wanted to…just-fuckin-”
He was wriggling now, his back muscles shifting and his ass jiggling as he tried, and failed, to get himself fully undressed. Stiles just stared, words deserting him for once in his life, and fought not to go and ‘help’ Jackson just how he wanted.
@inell you lovely lovely thing – always gifting us all with amazing fics! here’s a little stackson to cheer you up while you’re feeling poorly! *hugs*
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