Hide If You Can

You Know Its Wrong When You...

Stiles comes home to find Jackson asleep in his bed. Warning, the beginning is kind of messed up and I'm sorry but it was requested and I'm actually quiet proud of myself.

Stiles stared down at the blonde boy that lay unconscious in his bed. Of course the pack thought his room would be the best place to keep the guy. It was always his room. Stiles is full set on looking at Jackson until he disappears. Somehow, through all the hassle, he didn't realize that when Scott and Isaac put the unconscious Jackson on his bed, Jackson would be, well, unconscious on his bed. And Jackson didn't look like the best sleeping partner either. Well no that was a lie, Stiles was sure he was a great sleeping partner. Wait uh- where was Stiles supposed to sleep now?

Why was it even him? Scott explained that 'Jackson's body was to weak to handle his first shift into a werewolf and would be unconscious for the next few days.' And apparently 'the rest of them are dealing with really serious business, that's too dangerous for Stiles.' He won his agreement by saying that 'Stiles is a part of the pack too, and was pretty much pack mom, therefore he should take care of his pups.' Except that Stiles didn't like Derek, yes he was sexy and all but he was not for Stiles.

Stiles scowled. He did take care of the pack, even before he was pack. Which didn't mean he wasn't bothered by his current situation. Jackson was an asshole. A very hot, tall, sexy- Stiles bit his lip.

No, bad Stiles.

He decided that, if he has to sleep on the floor, he will at least get his duvet back. It's not like the wolf needed it. Sometimes Stiles wished he could hold his own body heat like a werewolf did. Winter sure would be more pleasant.

But when he uncovered the beta he realized what a bad idea it was. You see, when he went back home he only saw the blonde in his bed and the other baby-wolfs standing nearby. He didn't know that they put him in unclothed. Completely unclothed. Like birthday suit!

He stood for a while, unable to do anything. He looked at the body atop the sheet. Uncensored. Full view. Jackson's body.

He knew he had this strange reactions to the blonde, but he subconsciously pushed it back to the far recesses of his mind. It worked till now; Jackson's handsome, oh all right, Jackson's so close you could kiss him, oh all right, Jackson's naked in your bed, oh... that's not all right. That's very not all right. The world hated him.

But it's not like it's something bad, right? He's just watching. Jackson couldn't do anything to him for it, because he was sleeping.

Fuck. Why did Jackson have to be so fucking perfect? Why did he have to have this sexy body and this fucking beautiful eyes, that Stiles couldn't see right now? Seriously, why even his flaccid cock looked so fucking nice? And don't fool yourself because Stiles, heh, he's not into dicks. They're not pretty things. But Jackson's was, because he was Jackson fucking Whitmore and everything about him was beautiful. He was everyone's type. And Stiles wanted to get fucked by him.

... Or fuck him.

Now, it might be a crazy idea, but a completely hot one at the same time. Jackson for once being submissive. One day his thoughts are going to get him killed.

And Stiles understood that it's the occasion that fortune gave him for all the disadvantages. It's not like a little peck would hurt right? So he hovered over the boy and put his lips delicately on his. He had this strange sensation that Jackson would wake up any moment now. The room was so quiet, he could hear his own racing heart.

Jackson's lips were amazing. Totally unresponsive, but amazing all the same. They were soft, yet they felt chilled against his own.

After a minute of Jackson not waking up, Stiles used his hand to open the boy's mouth a bit. And he kissed him again this time he grazed his tongue over the other boys lips before dipping in. So okay, he was now full on French kissing Jackson, but it's not like he was molesting him.