Asexual Derek

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Stiles climbed from the car and started to move towards the front door of Peter’s place, but stopped when he felt the cold chill inside of him, and he turned to the alpha, moving to the older man as quickly as he could.

He stilled when he felt a sharp, painful bite in his head, “Ow, what the fuck?” he turned to the direction it had came from and stopped as he saw the man laid on the ground a good distance away and Stiles reached up, claws coming out as he picked the bullet from where it had barely managed to settle itself in his skin and looked at it.

“Wolfsbane.”

Peter looked at the bullet with wide eyes, reaching up to put his hand on Stiles’s shoulder, “Stiles-” he started as the vampire’s eyes went black and a second shot was fired.

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Stiles opens his eyes the next morning and looks up from Jackson’s chest, grinning when he sees the werewolf turned onto his side, arms wrapped around Stiles and he burrows against Jackson’s pecs, kissing his skin and breathing him as he smiles slowly. He’s never slept with someone else, not really, Scott doesn’t count considering they were about eight years old the last time that happened, but this is nice.

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Jackson smirks against Stiles’s skin and pinches the other man’s left nipple between his fingers, looking up at Stiles and he mouths further down. He traces his lips over the divots of the other man’s hips and when he moves to just beneath Stiles’s navel, he flicks his tongue out and draws it down through the other man’s happy trail, down to the waistband of his boxers.

“Touching you with my mouth,” he says plainly and curls his fingers under the fabric, then shimmies the boxers down over the human’s soft hips.

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Stiles sits on the cushion next to Jackson, trying to maintain a reasonable distance as they watch Pacific Rim - a movie he managed to convince the other man to see with him (even though Stiles saw it about sixteen times just in theaters).

They’ve been able to be friendly so far, but Stiles knows he’s getting to the point where ‘friendly’ seriously isn’t enough. He’s been the one inching closer mindlessly, the heat of the other man’s body seeping into him and Stiles glances over, smiling to himself as Jackson watches the movie.

He’s definitely gotten to see a different side of the other man, one he didn’t think was humanly possible without a lot of therapy and time, but clearly the change over to werewolf has had a positive effect. Stiles has been steadily starting to wonder if keeping them at a distance like this is even justifiable anymore.

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Stiles is sitting in the back of art class, flipping through magazines and looking for a full body model to draw. He doesn’t have a partner for the assignment and he offered to be the odd one out (they’ve always been short a student). He works best alone anyway, and it’s not like the class matters. It’s an easy ‘A’, for effort.

He’s pretty much the first in class, spaced out as he continues flipping through. Everyone else has already been on it for a couple of days, but he can’t seem to find an image, a model, inspiring enough to draw.

He looks up when he hears their teacher, Mr. Link, telling someone to ‘sit back in the back there with Stiles-’

“Stiles, raise your hand!”

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Jackson re-enrolls at Beacon Hills High before Monday morning and, so far, he’s feeling pretty good about his transition back. It’s a little overwhelming with all of the scents around him, but he hones in on the most familiar and follows it, smiling when he finds Stiles.

He jogs a few steps to catch up with him and grabs his hand, interlacing their fingers as he falls into stride next to the other man, “So I was thinking, since we’re allowed to leave campus for lunch now... we should go get something to eat together.”

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When Jackson comes back from London, it’s with a clearer perspective on things and an open mind. It took some time when he first got there, but he fell in with a nice pack eventually and they showed him the ropes, helped him deal with shifting and controlling the animal within.

Having a fresh start was nice, and being accepted for once did wonders for his self worth, but his pack knew that him being there was only temporary, until he got a grasp on the person he wanted to be - the person he wanted to be for Stiles. It’s bittersweet when he leaves, but he misses home as well, misses the only person that’s ever actually loved him despite who he was.

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As if Stiles needed another reason to ignore school work, he spends the next two days ditching school and ignoring Jackson, trying to figure out what best to do and how to handle what he decides on.

He knows Jackson has issues with letting people in and admitting things openly, but Stiles also isn’t really in a position to deal with someone that responds so coldly. He gets that maybe he was pushing a little hard, but Jackson handled asking him to back off kind of badly.

It leaves a bad taste in Stiles’s mouth, because he can easily recognize where he went wrong, and he doesn’t like it.

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Stiles swears he doesn’t spend the time he has at the house on his own cleaning and going through things, and doing laundry, and doing the dishes, and cleaning the downstairs, he really doesn’t - okay, maybe he does.

He practically freaks when the door bell rings and Stiles looks around frantically. He’s not done, but Jackson’s apparently here, so he puts down what he’s doing and gets up, rushing downstairs to the door while he glances himself over and nods, then reaches out and opens the door.

Stiles grins and leans against it, looking Jackson up and down pointedly, “Hey baby.”

Jackson can’t help but snort and smile at how cheesy Stiles is, “Hey,” He says and moves to step inside, stopping only to press a quick kiss to Stiles’s lips, “Dork,” He utters fondly.

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It takes close to two weeks for Stiles to heal up completely and by then, Jackson’s so tense and anxious he gets snappy with almost everyone - including Stiles.

“So, I’m thinking maybe you should try to not get hurt on the field again, if that’s even possible,” He says distractedly as he fights with the buttons on Stiles’s shirt, “This is stupid,” He huffs out in frustration as his fingers fumble, desperation making him clumsy, “Your shirt is stupid.”

Stiles doesn’t mind it when Jackson gets stiff and irate after the first week, he can empathize, he’s just less expressive of his anger. By the second week, he’s pretty much done with the attitude, but he reminds himself of what the other man had said before, about it being ‘worth waiting for’.

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Stiles reaches carefully for the remote as he waits, flipping through the channels mindlessly before looking up as Jackson comes back in.

He’s not sure what kind of things the other man watches, but he figures he’ll probably end up putting on something Jackson’s not into, “Pizza?” He asks curiously, just in case the other man’s forgotten.

“Yeah,” Jackson leans to grab the phone from the stand and pulls one of his legs up under him as he dials the number. He orders two pizzas, one with ham and pineapple and one with bacon for Stiles, then sits his phone back down, “Should be about half an hour.”

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Breaking up with Harley was rough, and the only excuse Stiles had to get out of it was that he wanted more time to level his Priest in World of Warcraft.

He wanted a reason that wouldn’t make her feel like shit, something that made him the bad guy, and not a bad bad guy, but just an immature person not ready for even the slightest hint of commitment. She understood, and it was the best he could’ve done under the circumstances.

He hasn’t talked to Jackson since the night before, when he left prematurely. He sits silently in the library during his free period, scrolling through posts on Tumblr on his laptop as he stretches out sleepily on the table he’s sitting at.

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Stiles walks up to the house nervously, having never really been here before and he reaches out and rings the doorbell.

Jackson tilts his head up when he hears the familiar chime and furrows his brows because he can’t think of anyone who’d come to visit him this late, and all of his parent’s friends know that they’re out of town, like they always are.

He shuts the lid to the washing machine after he puts his Lacrosse clothes in and heads back upstairs, making his way through the quiet, pristine house.

Jackson opens the door and stills when he sees Stiles, heart rate suddenly picking up and he rolls his eyes, “What do you want?” He asks bitterly, because he’s pretty sure he overheard Stiles telling his girlfriend he’d be over after practice, “Aren’t you supposed to be with Heather? Or whatever her name is?”

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“So, Whittemore,” Ross starts as he rounds the shelves, following the other man and leaning against them to stop Jackson from grabbing the book he’s aiming for, “A few of the boys on the team were saying that they heard about you... You know, sleeping with other guys and shit, I can’t help being curious. It’s our locker room, too, but I don’t feel too comfortable knowing you’re in there, if this rumor happens to be true.”

Jackson glares at Ross and snorts, suppresses a laugh the best he can, “Oh no, it’s definitely true,” He says, and he’s amazed at how good it feels to say it, to own up to it, “But the fact that you actually think I’d attempt anything with you... That’s funny.”

Ross narrows his brows, “You know, we put up with Danny because he’s a good guy. Everyone likes Danny.”

He grabs Jackson’s neck and pushes him back to the shelf against the wall, “But not too many of us actually can stand you.” He leans in, looking into Jackson’s eyes as his voice lowers, “Nothing makes me sicker than knowing there’s a prissy little faggot like you on our Lacrosse team, thinking you’re something special just because your daddy makes a lot of money.”

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As good as the sex was, Stiles finally decides that he needs to move on from Jackson and invest in a healthier relationship. Harley’s been one of his closest friends for years, though they’ve grown a little distant since Scott got bit, but he knows she’s been eying him for a while now. It’ll be nice just to be involved with someone that is comfortable to actually be with him.

Stiles smiles and sips on his drink as he watches her, reaching across as stealthily as possible to grab one of her fries, “Scott and Allison are going on a date this Saturday, do you... You know, wanna double?” Smooth.

Harley grins wide and slaps Stiles’s hand, then takes her fry back and pops it into her mouth, eyes widening because she’s ninety percent sure he just asked her out.

Choking on her fry a little, she coughs and covers her mouth, then clears her throat before looking at him, “W-With you?” She asks, feeling her cheeks heat a little, “Double date with-uh,” Harley nods numbly, “Sure. I mean, yeah, that sounds fun.”

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Stiles rolls his eyes knowingly when Jackson’s throw misses the net and he moves in, feeling his blood boil as he prods Jackson in the shoulder, “I was open,” He says breathlessly, “I had a clear shot of the net, you should’ve passed to me. Would it really kill you to work with the members of your team?”

Jackson feels the irritation bubble up under his skin the moment Stiles starts talking, but when his teammate prods at his shoulder, he quickly gets defensive, “You know what, Stilinski? Maybe it would, considering I have to play nice with dipshits like you and McCall.”

He throws his stick down and shoves at Stiles’s shoulders, “I had a shot, so I took it. Granted I missed, but it’s not like you would’ve made the shot either.”

“I would’ve,” Stiles responds, standing his ground and pushing Jackson back with one hand, “I didn’t have anyone flanking me, and you had two. You can’t just stand there and assume that everyone else will miss, even if you didn’t miss, you have to trust your team, moron, otherwise this would be a one on one game. Spoiler alert, it’s not.”

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Stiles had called his dad, as Peter had told him to, and informed him that he’d be staying at Scott’s. He wasn’t use to lying to his dad so shamelessly, and in front of Peter, nonetheless, but he didn’t really have a choice - and that was kind of the point of it all.

They finished their Chinese and Stiles laid on the ground still, typing out the project on his laptop late into the night before finally closing it and standing, joining the older man in the bedroom. It was weird, being at Peter’s so late, and seeing the older man during the nighttime hours when they weren’t involved in some pack mischief or something similar.

Stiles wet his lips as he glanced at the bed, at the covers now clean and changed, and then he was at a loss for words, because normally when he was on his own, he just went to sleep when he wanted to, and when he was with Scott, they passed out from staying awake too long, and he wasn’t really sure what to do now.