I Need You To Tell Me Where We're Going From Here
Author: tryslora
Title: I Need You To Tell Me Where We’re Going From Here
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson, Lydia, Danny
Summary: It’s the first day of school and Stiles is anxious, pregnant, and not sure what’s going on with Jackson. Then he runs into Lydia… and it all just gets worse.
Warnings: underage, mpreg, teen pregnancy
Word Count: 1160
Prompt: #21 - Jealousy
Author's Notes: I just wanted to write something where Jackson was just as uncertain as Stiles. Lydia’s additional jealousy was a bonus that wrote itself! This is a part of the series Sex Is a Conversation Between You and Me but I think it can be read on its own. Also, I do not own the characters or world of Teen Wolf, I just like to take them out to play.
The only thing Stiles is sure about when the first day of school rolls around is that he is not ready for it.
For one, he’s pregnant. Not far enough to show yet, but he’s carrying twins and he still doesn’t know how he feels about it, or about his fuckbuddy Jackson. The idea of starting off the year lying to everyone, and that it’s only going to get worse when he starts to resemble a cow and has to come up with some kind of story to explain the impossible, bothers him. But they don’t have a plan yet, which leaves everything up in the air and Stiles dressing in loose, comfortable clothes and praying no one notices anything off about him.
For two, there’s the thing with Jackson. Which might be a thing, or might not be a thing, and he’s confused as hell about it. The sex is still good (and still happening, just not in Stiles’s room now that the Sheriff knows). But are they together? Ignoring each other? Still enemies in the time honored tradition of popular jock and nerd? Stiles doesn’t know, and it bothers him, because summer has been a nice vacation from caring about what anyone else thinks. Time spent with Jackson in private has been… different.
Stiles really doubts they’ll be going public with this any time soon.
So for the first day of his junior year of high school, Stiles stops off to pick up Scott, and they meet up with Isaac on the steps. As soon as they get inside, Lydia grabs Stiles’s arm and pulls him off to one side as Allison flanks him.
“I heard you spent a lot of time with Jackson this summer,” Lydia says.
Stiles tries to read her tone, whether it’s bland and interested or about to bite his head off. “A bit,” he agrees, not wanting to dive in too deep with explanations. “Why?”
“Tell me who he’s fucking.” She smiles and oh, that is not friendly. It is sweet, almost sickly so, but she is furious about something and Stiles is so glad she doesn’t know the truth. Her smile only grows as Stiles goes pale. “You do know. Scott and Isaac just said he’d been hanging around with you while Danny was off at that computer camp thing, and I almost didn’t believe them, but Scott said that he and Isaac had been busy together, so they just figured you two were at loose ends. So tell me. Is he using you as an excuse when he stays out all night with her? I just want to know who she is. To meet her.”
And kill her. She doesn’t say it, but Stiles imagines it in her voice, and he swallows hard. “Jackson doesn’t have a girlfriend,” he manages to tell her. “There is no girl for you to kill. Meet.” He corrects himself hastily, but Lydia’s little cock of her head and smirk tells him that she heard, and that she agrees. Kill is the right word.
Stiles is so fucked, and it isn’t even first period yet. How could the year be starting off this badly?
His stomach roils and tilts, and Stiles coughs, knowing what’s coming. The day is just getting worse.
He spends homeroom on his knees in the bathroom, and manages to stagger to the sink by the time he hears the bell ring. He’s staring at his own image in the mirror when he hears the door open and glances over to see Danny and Jackson standing there.
“You all right?” Danny asks. “You look pale.”
“Puked.” Stiles shrugs. “Stomach bug. Going around. Long lasting. Months maybe.” Like oh, another couple at least, if this is anything like a normal pregnancy. Normal. Hah. There is nothing normal here.
He doesn’t meet Jackson’s eyes, turning to fish through his backpack for a toothbrush he swears he threw in there earlier. “Jackson, Lydia’s been looking for you. She wants to know the name of your new girlfriend for strangling purposes. For some reason she thought she could get it out of me.”
He glances up in time to see Jackson and Danny exchange a look. Danny puts both hands in the air and backs up. “I am not involved with this. You figure it out.”
The door swings shut as he leaves, and Jackson and Stiles are alone.
“You’re not okay.” Jackson leans against the other sink, watching while Stiles quickly brushes his teeth with too much toothpaste. “You should go home. School is going to be-”
“This is not the dark ages, and I am not going to be stuck in a closet for nine months.” Stiles spits toothpaste into the sink and cups his hands so he can get enough water to rinse his mouth out. “I don’t care what you do here, or what you tell Lydia, but I need you to tell me what’s going on. Either we’re doing this together or I’m going to deal with being a freak on my own. I don’t care.”
Jackson leans down to pick up Stiles’s bag, tossing it over his shoulder with his own before he walks out.
“What the hell, dude?” Stiles stalks after him, hands spread as he follows him into the hallway. “Is that your answer to everything? Walk away? And why the fuck are you taking my bag?”
Jackson talks without stopping, or looking back. “Why were you talking to Lydia?”
“She accosted me,” Stiles points out. “Which, granted, is new, but I suppose I’m considered safe after all the shit that went down, or maybe some of your godliness rubbed off on me over the summer and she can actually see me now.”
Jackson turns, stopping in the middle of the hall. “Going to ask her out?”
“Ask her-what?” Stiles blinks. “Weren’t we talking about something else entirely just seconds ago? No, I am not going to ask out Lydia Martin. That ship has sailed, Jackson, and I wasn’t actually on it at the time.”
In a blink, Jackson is there in front of Stiles, crowding him back against the lockers as people watch. Jackson’s hand fits neatly under Stiles’s jaw, tilting it back so that Jackson can claim his throat first, a quick, sharp bite just where the neck meets shoulder. His jaw is next, then his mouth, the kiss hard and claiming.
In full view of most of the student body.
Stiles supposes he can take that as an answer.
“Did you really think I’d ask Lydia out just because she’s paying attention to me?” he asks quietly, once the kiss eases up and people start to move again. “You are one jealous bastard, Jackson.”
“Lydia’s worse.” Jackson kisses him again before he finally steps back. He doesn’t give back Stiles’s bag, simply setting off down the hall. Stiles hopes they have the same class as he follows.
Wait. Lydia’s worse.
Oh fuck, when word gets around, Lydia’s going to kill him.
Stiles needs to find someplace to hide before lunch.
Title: I Need You To Tell Me Where We’re Going From Here
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson, Lydia, Danny
Summary: It’s the first day of school and Stiles is anxious, pregnant, and not sure what’s going on with Jackson. Then he runs into Lydia… and it all just gets worse.
Warnings: underage, mpreg, teen pregnancy
Word Count: 1160
Prompt: #21 - Jealousy
Author's Notes: I just wanted to write something where Jackson was just as uncertain as Stiles. Lydia’s additional jealousy was a bonus that wrote itself! This is a part of the series Sex Is a Conversation Between You and Me but I think it can be read on its own. Also, I do not own the characters or world of Teen Wolf, I just like to take them out to play.
The only thing Stiles is sure about when the first day of school rolls around is that he is not ready for it.
For one, he’s pregnant. Not far enough to show yet, but he’s carrying twins and he still doesn’t know how he feels about it, or about his fuckbuddy Jackson. The idea of starting off the year lying to everyone, and that it’s only going to get worse when he starts to resemble a cow and has to come up with some kind of story to explain the impossible, bothers him. But they don’t have a plan yet, which leaves everything up in the air and Stiles dressing in loose, comfortable clothes and praying no one notices anything off about him.
For two, there’s the thing with Jackson. Which might be a thing, or might not be a thing, and he’s confused as hell about it. The sex is still good (and still happening, just not in Stiles’s room now that the Sheriff knows). But are they together? Ignoring each other? Still enemies in the time honored tradition of popular jock and nerd? Stiles doesn’t know, and it bothers him, because summer has been a nice vacation from caring about what anyone else thinks. Time spent with Jackson in private has been… different.
Stiles really doubts they’ll be going public with this any time soon.
So for the first day of his junior year of high school, Stiles stops off to pick up Scott, and they meet up with Isaac on the steps. As soon as they get inside, Lydia grabs Stiles’s arm and pulls him off to one side as Allison flanks him.
“I heard you spent a lot of time with Jackson this summer,” Lydia says.
Stiles tries to read her tone, whether it’s bland and interested or about to bite his head off. “A bit,” he agrees, not wanting to dive in too deep with explanations. “Why?”
“Tell me who he’s fucking.” She smiles and oh, that is not friendly. It is sweet, almost sickly so, but she is furious about something and Stiles is so glad she doesn’t know the truth. Her smile only grows as Stiles goes pale. “You do know. Scott and Isaac just said he’d been hanging around with you while Danny was off at that computer camp thing, and I almost didn’t believe them, but Scott said that he and Isaac had been busy together, so they just figured you two were at loose ends. So tell me. Is he using you as an excuse when he stays out all night with her? I just want to know who she is. To meet her.”
And kill her. She doesn’t say it, but Stiles imagines it in her voice, and he swallows hard. “Jackson doesn’t have a girlfriend,” he manages to tell her. “There is no girl for you to kill. Meet.” He corrects himself hastily, but Lydia’s little cock of her head and smirk tells him that she heard, and that she agrees. Kill is the right word.
Stiles is so fucked, and it isn’t even first period yet. How could the year be starting off this badly?
His stomach roils and tilts, and Stiles coughs, knowing what’s coming. The day is just getting worse.
He spends homeroom on his knees in the bathroom, and manages to stagger to the sink by the time he hears the bell ring. He’s staring at his own image in the mirror when he hears the door open and glances over to see Danny and Jackson standing there.
“You all right?” Danny asks. “You look pale.”
“Puked.” Stiles shrugs. “Stomach bug. Going around. Long lasting. Months maybe.” Like oh, another couple at least, if this is anything like a normal pregnancy. Normal. Hah. There is nothing normal here.
He doesn’t meet Jackson’s eyes, turning to fish through his backpack for a toothbrush he swears he threw in there earlier. “Jackson, Lydia’s been looking for you. She wants to know the name of your new girlfriend for strangling purposes. For some reason she thought she could get it out of me.”
He glances up in time to see Jackson and Danny exchange a look. Danny puts both hands in the air and backs up. “I am not involved with this. You figure it out.”
The door swings shut as he leaves, and Jackson and Stiles are alone.
“You’re not okay.” Jackson leans against the other sink, watching while Stiles quickly brushes his teeth with too much toothpaste. “You should go home. School is going to be-”
“This is not the dark ages, and I am not going to be stuck in a closet for nine months.” Stiles spits toothpaste into the sink and cups his hands so he can get enough water to rinse his mouth out. “I don’t care what you do here, or what you tell Lydia, but I need you to tell me what’s going on. Either we’re doing this together or I’m going to deal with being a freak on my own. I don’t care.”
Jackson leans down to pick up Stiles’s bag, tossing it over his shoulder with his own before he walks out.
“What the hell, dude?” Stiles stalks after him, hands spread as he follows him into the hallway. “Is that your answer to everything? Walk away? And why the fuck are you taking my bag?”
Jackson talks without stopping, or looking back. “Why were you talking to Lydia?”
“She accosted me,” Stiles points out. “Which, granted, is new, but I suppose I’m considered safe after all the shit that went down, or maybe some of your godliness rubbed off on me over the summer and she can actually see me now.”
Jackson turns, stopping in the middle of the hall. “Going to ask her out?”
“Ask her-what?” Stiles blinks. “Weren’t we talking about something else entirely just seconds ago? No, I am not going to ask out Lydia Martin. That ship has sailed, Jackson, and I wasn’t actually on it at the time.”
In a blink, Jackson is there in front of Stiles, crowding him back against the lockers as people watch. Jackson’s hand fits neatly under Stiles’s jaw, tilting it back so that Jackson can claim his throat first, a quick, sharp bite just where the neck meets shoulder. His jaw is next, then his mouth, the kiss hard and claiming.
In full view of most of the student body.
Stiles supposes he can take that as an answer.
“Did you really think I’d ask Lydia out just because she’s paying attention to me?” he asks quietly, once the kiss eases up and people start to move again. “You are one jealous bastard, Jackson.”
“Lydia’s worse.” Jackson kisses him again before he finally steps back. He doesn’t give back Stiles’s bag, simply setting off down the hall. Stiles hopes they have the same class as he follows.
Wait. Lydia’s worse.
Oh fuck, when word gets around, Lydia’s going to kill him.
Stiles needs to find someplace to hide before lunch.