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Jackson Needs Stiles

"Dad!" Stiles called out as he hoped down the stairs while putting his black converses on. 'Dad!" he called out louder as he fumbled with his other shoe. He was frantic. His heart was going double-time and there was no chance it was going to slow down, not right now. But it felt so right. This choice felt right.

John frowned as he set the picture down and moved towards the door. "Stiles?" His eyes narrowed as he took in the image before him. "Where do you think you are going?" His brows furrowed as he glanced down at the watch on his left wrist. "At eleven-twenty at night?"

"I'm going get my mate." A wide smile clung his lips as he pulled in a deep breath. He held the keys in his hand as he looked at his father. He wasn't really asking for permission. Stiles was going whether his father let him go. This was more of a courtesy so his father didn't wonder where he was.

John stared at his son for a moment. A soft smile covered his lips. "Okay, stay there I don't want you driving back after that."

"Thank you." Stiles slid his arms through the sleeves of Jackson's leather jacket. "I'll text you." He ran out of the door and down the stairs as he raced for his jeep.

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Stiles' heart jack-hammered in his chest. He had never done anything like he was about to do. He was going to be sick. He was going to barf. Jackson was going to find him dead on his front yard the next morning. Stiles groaned. Ridiculous. Stiles took a deep breath as he stood on the concreted walking path that lead to Jackson's front door.

Blue Eyes: Come outside. I'm here.

Stiles bit at his lower lip as he waited. He shoved his phone into his back pocket before thrusting his hands into his front pockets. He took measured breaths. Now was not the time to freak out. He jumped as the front door opened.

Jackson frowned as he stared down at Stiles.

"Hi," Stiles whispered. He didn't have to talk loud. The wolf would hear him. He glanced up for a moment and completely regretted it. There Jackson stood in plaid sleeping pants and completely shirtless.

Jackson tilted his head to the side. "Hello." His brows furrowed as he swallowed the lump in his throat as his wolf howled in utter delight. Stiles had sought him out.

"Give me a reason to stay." Stiles swallowed hard as he stared at Jackson. His lips were dry. And he could really use a drink of water. Someone had rubbed sandpaper down his throat again. And his heart really needed to stop beating so fast. It was going to cause other medical issues if it continued.

Jackson frowned as he stared at the male before him. "What?"

"I know everything." Stiles licked his lips and looked at anything but the blue-eyed shirtless male before him. "I know you are a wolf." His eyes flickered to Jackson for a second. "I know you are a Beta. Derek's Beta. I know that in this really weird/supernatural like world I am his Human version of a Beta." His heart came to a stop as they locked with Jackson's. "I know the Human Beta and the Wolf Beta mate a lot of times if the Alpha doesn't mate the Human Beta."

Jackson growled at the thought of Derek trying to mate with Stiles.

"I . . . Oh." Stiles blinked a few times as he listened to Jackson's wolf growl, well that did things to him. "I know I am a potential mate for you." A blush slithered up his neck and over his cheeks. "I know that a Beta can have multiple potential mates." His ears were hot. Very hot. "I know that each person that has potential mates get to choose." Stiles swallowed hard.

He breathed in deeply. Jackson's wolf was calming down. But wolf still wanted Jackson to reach forward and grab Stiles and ever let him go.

"Theo asked me to go with him." Stiles eyes narrowed as they watched Jackson's shoulders drop – surrendering. "He's another potential mate for me." Stiles squared his shoulders as he stared at the blue eyed male before him. "Give me a reason to choose you." A cold weight settled in his stomach as he swallowed hard. "Why should I choose you?" Please give me a reason.

Silence.

"You gave me food when I forgot mine." Stiles licked his lips. "You gave me your jacket." He took a step closer to the stairs leading to the porch and front door. "You got me a school pass." A smirk covered his lips. "That one took me a few. She wants me to bring you by, she thinks you're cute." Stiles chuckled. "You took care of me when I got sick."

A blush darkened its way across Jackson's high cheek bones.

"You gave me a ride to school a couple times." He smiled softly. "You held me, multiple times." Stiles licked his lips. "You held me on my mom's anniversary." His tone hitched at the mention of his mother.

Jackson's wolf whined.

"You comforted me." Stiles bit at his lower lip for a moment. "When I didn't understand what I needed, you comforted me and took away my pain." His blush deepened. "You kissed me." Stiles took another step closer. He stood at the bottom of the steps. "I went on a date with Heather. All I could think about was you."

Jackson sucked in a breath and waited.

"Theo asked me to go live with him in Washington." Stiles stated again. "He asked me to go be his Alpha Mate." He swallowed hard and took the three steps to come to halt before Jackson. "Give me a reason to say no." His voice was soft as he edged closer, invading Jackson's personal space. "Give me a reason to stay here in this pack."

Jackson stared at the brunette before him. The male had so easily walked into the wolf's den with no preservation for himself. He took a deep breath. "I need you," he whispered.

"Yeah?" Stiles whispered as he stepped closer.

Jackson's nose flared as he pulled in Stiles' scent. His eyes flashed with the supernatural blue that colored his eyes.

"Say it again?" Stiles whispered as he reached for Jackson.

Jackson stepped into Stiles' embrace. "I need you." He whispered in Stiles' ear as he nuzzled the other's neck. His hands wrapped around Stiles' waist and pulled the other flush against him. "I need you." He spoke again, against Stiles' neck.

"Good." Stiles smiled as he wrapped his arms around Jackson's neck. "I need you too." A giggle fell from his lips as he closed his eyes and hugged Jackson's tightly.

Jackson breathed in deeply right behind Stiles' ear. "Do you have to go home?"

"Nope." A smile colored Stiles' voice as Jackson lifted him and pulled him into the house. He shimmied a little and wrapped his legs around Jackson's waist. "I'm tired." His voice was soft as he laid his head down on Jackson's shoulder. "I haven't been sleeping well." He sniffled softly. "Your fault."

Jackson chuckled softly. "I am very sorry." He kept his voice serious as he spoke. "That was very cruel of me. Please let me make it up to you."

"Better."

Jackson shook his head as he shut the door to his bedroom and placed Stiles carefully on the king sized bed. "Get comfortable." His eyes flashed for a moment before standing straight. "jacket."

"Are you going to keep it?" A pout marred Stiles' lips as he handed it over.

He couldn't help but laugh as he heard the disappointment in the other's voice. "No, I don't want it to get wrinkled." Jackson smirked as he walked around to his side of the bed. "Come," he whispered as he held his arm out. His wolf purred in contentment as Stiles slotted himself against Jackson's side.

"Warm," Stiles spoke on a sigh as he snuggled closer.

Jackson breathed in deeply as he cocooned himself around the other. "I'm sorry," his words were feathery soft as he spoke into Stiles' ear.

"Are you?" Stiles whispered. The room was dark as he stared into the nothingness. A faint white glow peaked through the large window, offered by the sidewalk lighting. He took a deep breath and did his best to keep calm. He didn't really want to fight with the other. But it had hurt. Hurt finding out the truth from someone who was a complete stranger where the pack was concerned.

He tightened his grip as his wolf picked out the stale scent of bruised hurt and weakened strength. Jackson had hurt Stiles, deeply. He breathed in through his nose, comforting the wolf with the fact that Stiles was in his arms. "I'm sorry - you shouldn't have heard from anyone but me."

"Then why didn't I?" His brows furrowed as he tried to understand.

Jackson grumbled and tucked Stiles closer as he felt him move. "Cause I had been an ass through most of our middle and a good portion of high school." His lips flattened for a moment as he thought of the tormentor position he had taken on to the other. "I didn't think. . ."

"I would listen." Stiles finished as he patted Jackson's arm. "I probably wouldn't have."

He snorted. "I was given advice - that it might be better to show you." Jackson's jaw twitched as he nuzzled closer. He wanted to bite, Jackson licked his lips and tried to focus on the other's heartbeat. Stiles wasn't ready for that. "I was trying to get you to warm up? To be open to the possibilities . . . Of a guy before getting to the point that I was that guy." He winced as his voice rose at the end.

"I can understand that." He nodded softly and pulled Jackson's arms around his shoulders more tightly. "You still have some major making up to do."

Jackson nodded against Stiles' neck. That would not be a problem. He was going to do everything he could to make sure that Stiles saw him as the only mate until Stiles took the claiming bite. "I will." Jackson swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "I didn't realize how much I depended on you . . . I need you."

"I missed you too." Stiles whispered before he let sleep carry him off. A warm feeling settled low in his stomach. This was perfect. This was the feeling that had been missing. The cold leaded weight that had dragged through his system was gone. Replaced with an ooey gooey feeling that melted him from the core out. It was perfect.

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"So do I get to drive?" Stiles smirked as he peered sideways at Jackson. "Theo let me drive . . ."

Jackson's eyes narrowed. "You think jabbing at me with Theo is going to make me let you drive my Porsche?" His head cocked to the side as he turned to stare fully at Stiles.

"Yes." Stiles laughed at the look he received. "Aw, come on!" He leaned over and latched onto Jackson's waist from his position beside him at the kitchen table. "Just once?"

Jackson chuckled and wrapped an arm around Stiles' shoulders, keeping him anchored there. "Maybe. But not today." He smiled. "We could be late, you are not driving that fast the first time."

"Okay," Stiles smiled and nuzzled against the other. "I like that you are so warm."

"Oh!"

Stiles stiffened as he tried to pull away. A blush rose on his cheeks.

"This is Stiles." Jackson spoke evenly and tightened his grip on the said person before letting go as he stood. "He's my boyfriend."

She nodded. "It is nice to meet you." She smiled.

"Nice to meet you too Mrs. Whittemore." Stiles flashed an uneasy smile as he stood next to Jackson. "We have school."

Jackson nodded and took the other's hand. "You 'll see him after school." His eyes warmed over as a smile clung to his lips. "You'll be seeing a lot more of him actually." He chuckled at the blush that highlighted across Stiles' cheeks.

"Oh very good!" She smiled and waved goodbye.

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"That was soo embarrassing!" Stiles whined for the millionth time as Jackson pulled into the school parking lot. "That is not how you are supposed to be meeting parents." He shook his head and whined once more. They were never going to see him as an upstanding guy. Oh! Would they compare him to Lydia? "Great, how did they meet Lydia?" Stiles glared as Jackson chuckled at him.

Jackson smirked. "I figured you would be more worried about what people would say about you wearing my clothes." He chuckled as the other squawked and slapped at his arm. Jackson cut the engine and got out of the car. "Don't worry, I need you." A smile curled on his lips at the blush that rose high on Stiles' cheeks.

"Oh," He blinked a few times. It was going to take him a little while to get used to that. Not that he would ever get tired of hearing it. He cleared his throat. "So?" Stiles whispered softly as he waited. He wasn't sure what Jackson was going to want to do.

He held out his hand and arched an eyebrow. A smirk settled on his lips as Stiles laced their hands together. "Let's get to homeroom."

"Are you going to sit beside me in all of my classes and hold my hand under the table, and lead me down the hall?" Stiles laughed at the look he received.

Jackson snorted. "How about I push you up against the lockers?" He smirked when he was met with silence. He tugged on the other's arm as he pulled Stiles too his side. "What? You don't want to get back at Allison and Scott for all their moments?"

"Oooh! I knew there was a reason I got with you."

"I want to watch!" Erica exclaimed with a cackle as she winked at Stiles. "Come on Jackson, you have a prime piece right here."

Jackson growled and shook his head. "I don't share."

"Exactly." Stiles smiled and pecked Jackson on the cheek. The words that Jackson had spoken to him last night and today resounded in his head once more.

I need you.

CEASE.

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