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Hey all, after some debate I’ve decided to move this blog to a sideblog on my other muse (wolfraeken). The reason for this is NOT that I love Jackson any less, it’s just that I would like to receive all of my RP notifications in one place. This was my first RP account and I started it as a sideblog off of my personal account so it will function the same way it always has, just in a new location. I’m hoping the move will actually help me be more active and faster at replying as I won’t have to be constantly switching accounts.

I’ll be taking all my current threads over there by replying from the new blog. No one needs to do anything special, just please follow the new account.

I'll also be leaving this blog pretty much as is so no information or old threads will be lost, but I’m going to reblog this message a couple of times so feel free to unfollow this account that I will be leaving up as an archive.

As always, current or new partners please don’t hesitate to hit me up for threads with any of my muses:

Jackson Whittemore - lacrossemore

Theo Raeken - wolfraeken

Liam Dunbar - betatude

Scott smirked down at Jackson, pressing into his co-captain and licking his lips as he kept his stare on Jackson’s. His co-captain was mesmerizing, and for tonight, Jackson was his. The thought alone pierced through his hazy mind and sent a shiver running down his spine.

“Need me not to? You like it rough? Why didn’t you ever just say so? You’re so pretty I normally treat you like you’re made of glass.” He teased, licking that mark he left on Jackson’s neck. The alpha groaned against Jackson’s neck as the other male worked his erection out of his pants and started pumping it.

The fact that Jackson was practically asking him not to think of Jackson as a museum piece resonated somewhere deep with Scott. It was true that he was less than gentle with Jackson when they were in the bedroom together, but outside of that, he was mostly afraid to even lay hands on the gorgeous man he now had pinned underneath him.

That was something he could change. Something that if Jackson liked, if Jackson needed, he could provide. Better than letting someone else provide him that. Someone that didn’t deserve what his co-captain was only just starting to show him glimpses of. And seeing more only made him that much hungrier for the other male.

Scott’s nails rake down Jackson’s toned body, curling around the waistbands of his pants and underwear. With a bite to the other male’s collarbone and a firm yank downward, he’d pulled the offending fabric down to mid-thigh and left a mark on his co-captain’s shoulder that he could be proud of.

Grinning, he licked the mark as his hand grasped Jackson’s balls and gave them a squeeze. “I’m going to leave you covered in marks. Coach might think you’re losing fights. Losing your edge.” He growled playfully, nipping Jackson’s chest.

Jackson blushes as Scott observes correctly that he does like it rough. Releasing his grip on Scott’s length he moves both his hands to his co-captain’s waist, feeling the tight groves of his flesh and staring up into his eyes as he bites his lip and nods in consent.

He moans as Scott’s nails drag their way down his body to pull his pants down his thighs. God he just wants Scott to fuck him. He’s spent more restless nights than not since that party thinking about how it had felt to have his co-captain fucking into him. That sweat mix of pain and pleasure hammering all of the tension out of his body till he took them both over the edge.

His blood is practically burning in his veins being so close to feeling that again.

“I am not a stalker Jackson! How many times do I have to tell you that?” He raised a brow before he huffed out a breath and looked at the other. “But believe what you want, because I can see that you don’t understand what pack even means.”

He tilted his head to the side as he looked at Jackson. He raised a brow slightly. “What are you thinking about?” He muttered out. He shook his head. He really didn’t need to know. It didn’t seem that important. Probably just Jackson spacing out and ignoring him again.

“Because I thought you’d want to talk without arguing.” He spoke before moving to go and sit down on the broken couch .He sat down and turned his head to look at the younger wolf. “i know that will be difficult for you.”

“I’m perfectly capable of having a conversation without arguing.” Jackson says, stubbornly, the irony in the disagreeing statement almost entirely lost on him.

But he doesn’t back down from a challenge. Resolving himself to show Derek just how good he is at being un-argumentative he takes a seat on the sofa beside the alpha wolf.

It takes nearly everything in him not to ask Derek why the hell he hasn’t bought a new sofa by now. 

Partially Lydia feels a bit sad to see Scott go but a slightly larger part of her is glad that she and Jackson now have the privacy to finish their conversation. She will have time with Scott again she tells herself. 

Of course, though now that they can talk the ghost is quiet considering her words and deciding it was best to start where they left off. 

“Jackson what I was going to say before was that I- stayed with you because you - your the last person that loved me - that l love-.” she left off the d at the end not quite able to put in the past when she still felt in her heart even if it wasn’t beating anymore. 

“I’m sorry.” Jackson says, the moment Scott’s outside of hearing range. “I-” but then he stops at her explanation of why she’s here with him.

“I...you...you deserve so much better than what happened.” he says painfully. “I...I never said...”

He looks at her, she seems so real, so solid, but he knows she could disappear in an instant. He may never have another chance to say it.

Derek raised a brow as he looked at Jackson. He held back a smirk once he seen the slight blush on Jackson’s cheek. But he did let out a low laugh and shook his head softly.

“Yeah.” He nodded his head and rolled his eyes. “You really want to know?” He tilted his head to the side a bit. “Normal things, human things that I need to take care of. Not that it’s any of your business.” He muttered out as he watched Jackson just push his way inside. He shut the door and turned around to watch Jackson. 

“I do not stalk people, Jackson. I just watch out for people. Or keep an eye on people who need it.” He shrugged his shoulders as he glared at the other. “Why are you here? To start an argument or to talk?” He asked as he folded his arms over his bare chest.

"Mhmm..." Jackson hums, unconvinced by Derek's characterization of locker-room creeping. "Sure."

His mind slips, as it often does, back to that time Derek had cornered him when all he’d had was a thin towel tucked around his waist. The thought of it still makes his blood course faster. Had that really been necessary? Derek couldn’t have caught him in the parking lot...or any other time he was wearing cloths?

She’s grateful Jackson doesn’t tell her what she already knows - that she should have told her Mother something. She’s glad she doesn’t need to explain to him how she didn’t know what to say to them. 

“No, no one else knows. I didn’t want anyone else to know, Not before you did.”  

Jackson smirks, a bit of his old self finally feeling like it’s returning to him as satisfaction from her answer courses through his veins. He’d been the most important person to hear the news. She’d flown across the planet just to make sure he’d get to hear it first.

“I think you did the right thing.” he says confidently taking her hand and bringing her still-cold knuckles to his lips.

“But we have to tell your parents.” he says adamantly. “I’m fine telling mine over the phone...but do you maybe want to invite yours out here for dinner?”

Scott blushed darkly at Jackson’s words. Was it that obvious that he hung on Jackson’s every word or was this just a symptom of Jackson’s ego? He thought he was pretty good at not showing just how much he wanted Jackson most of the time.

“Could I have you?” Scott asked, brushing his nose against Jackson’s cheek. “Just by saying the word? Is that all I have to do to have you?”

Scott grunted when he was pushed back, gasping softly at the feeling of his co-captain’s tongue on him. It brings back vivid memories of how good that tongue feels on other parts of his body and he hopes for more of that. Oh course, that does nothing to stop the way that his eyes closed as a shudder shook his whole body when Jackson spoke to him like that.

He let out a shaky breath, a crimson flash fading from his eyes when he opened them again. Scott hadn’t come that close to losing control in a long time. But Jackson had a way of shaking Scott up with expert precision.

The alpha rolled them over, pinning Jackson down to the forest floor. He smirked down at his co-captain, leaning down and licking his jawline until he reached his ear.

“I’m not going to be gentle this time.” He warned with a low whisper before nipping Jackson’s earlobe.

True to his word, Scott moved lover, his breath hot on Jackson’s neck as he moved towards a spot he had learned during their last time together was particular sensitive and he bit down hard enough to leave a mark.

Jackson flashes a lusty smirk up at Scott as he feels himself pressed into the forest floor. He flinches for moment, enjoying the crushing feeling of Scott’s weight on him, his strength pushing into his body.  He loves feeling crushed like that.

His hands dart to Scott's hips a moment later, and he digs his nails into them, pulling them closer as he listens to Scott's words, staring him in the eyes. He doesn't exactly remember Scott going that gentle the first time around, but if his co-captain thinks he can give him more than he’s more than willing to take it.

"I don't recall asking you to be." he quips, reaching for Scott's belt and tugging it open. He’s drunk and he’s not going to to hold back from asking for what he wants this time.

"In fact..." he whispers, a bit breathlessly now as he pops open the button of Scott's jeans open and digs his hand in. "I kind of need you not too."

Scott smirked at Jackson, licking his lips as he steps towards the other male. he wasn’t expecting to be pulled down, barely catching himself before he landed on top of the other teen, the wet tip of his erection sliding over Jackson’s thigh and sending a shiver running down his spine. “Why put up pretenses when we both know you want it as bad as I do? I nearly kissed some idiot just because you wanted to be a jerk and now all we can think about is being all over each other. And if you’re thinking even in the same ballpark as I am, me being inside of you.”

Scott found it so attractive that Jackson fought against him as an equal, never letting Scott get away with anything just because he was an alpha. He wanted that- needed this. Jackson kept him balanced, grounded, always making him feel strong while simultaneously reminding him that he was still just that fragile little with asthma that Jackson so easily made feel inferior for so long.

The alpha slides his lips against Jackson’s, teasing him without ever actually trying to kiss. “If it’s so important to you, Please wrap those sexy legs around me so I can bury my cock in your ass.”

​Jackson closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of Scott's breath as his lips graze teasingly over his own. He tries to construe his face into ambivalence but his mouth ends up in a needy pout despite himself.

Even if he'd been able to pull it off, he'd be able to convince exactly no one that he doesn't want what Scotts describing with the raging hard on in his pants.

Scott had said 'please' after all; no need to deny him.

His initial statement warms her. They would do it right, she tells herself but she can’t hep but still feel a little less confident when she thinks about the possible reactions they’ll be facing from not just her parents but his as well. 

Lydia shakes her head. “They don’t- They don’t even know I’m here.” she admits. What was supposed to say to her Mother? ‘I’m just going London. Never mind why. I’ll call you.’ Her Mother never would have let her go out of the country without an explanation. 

“Oh...” Jackson replies, then chews his lip, thinking. Running off without telling her mom probably wasn’t the best way to mitigate their concern and/or anger but he’s not going to criticize Lydia for it. He can only imagine how stressed she must have been.

Derek wasn’t stupid, he knew that Jackson would come to him. Even if it was to tell him to fuck off or tell him that he was still leaving. Whatever the reason, he knew that Jackson would come. He wasn’t cocky about it, but it was just a feeling he had. So he didn’t worry when it took hours for Jackson to bang on his door.

Of course while he was waiting for Jackson to arrive he did his normal work out routine. He was bored and had nothing else planed for the evening. The rest of his Beta’s weren’t planning on moving across the world. So when he did hear the knock, he was in just his jeans. No shoes and no shirt.

He moved over to the door and pulled it open. He raised a brow as he looked at the younger wolf. He folded his arms across his chest and tilted his head to the side. “No need to yell, I can hear you just fine in your normal voice.” He muttered out.

“You gonna come in or are you gonna stand out there for the rest of the night?” He asked as he moved out of the way so the younger wolf could come if. “Because if you do plan on standing there, I have things I could be doing instead.” Which was a lie.

​Jackson's struck momentarily speechless when he's greeted with the sight of his half clothed alpha, skin decorated with tiny droplets of sweat. It's not that he hadn't seen Derek shirtless before, but it catches him off guard. He swallows, trying to ignore how it puts slight color on his cheek bones and makes the blood rush faster through his veins.

"Oh yeah?" He quips, pushing his way into Derek's broken down home. "Like what?" He's not exactly sure what Derek does with his time, but he's always just kind of assumed it was work out and brood.

“I won’t be mad.” Scott promised, his eyes sliding closed at the feeling of Jackson’s fingers in his hair. That was another thing he missed. Jackson’s hands in his hair, pulling on it, scratching at his scalp as he begged for more, for harder, for him. “You didn’t even know I existed then. And that’s okay. It’s just how things were.” Scott was nobody then. It wasn’t until he’d gotten the bite that anyone really noticed him at all. And he’d accepted that long ago.

Scott was smiling against Jackson’s neck as he told the story though. Never had he thought Jackson wanted to get fucked by him. Sure, maybe he’d thought about fooling around or something. But for Jackson to look at him - at Scott McCall - and actively want Scott inside of him, well, it felt good beyond words to know that. “Your Jackson Whittemore. All you’d have to do is say the word and you’d have anyone you want however you wanted them. You practically own the high school.” He whispered, nipping at Jackson’s throat. “All you’d have to do is say the word and I’d fuck you until my dick broke.”

​"Oh is that all I'd have to do?" Jackson asks with a small, slightly goading laugh. "And here I was thinking I'd have to woo you with months of courting, flowers, carry your bags around while you shop...”

“I know I can just have it by saying the word." he quips. 

He looks up at the stars through the darkened branches, twists his fingers tightly into Scott's hair and takes in a good long breath of the chipper night air.

No one can see them...Why the fuck not?

He's sick of pretending that he doesn't want this. He's sick of not having what he wants. It's fucking exhausting.

He drops his hands down onto Scotts shoulders and with a sudden shove, pushes him forcefully onto his back. He slides a hand up underneath his shirt and licks a long line up his teammate’s neck before catching Scott's lip between his teeth and tugging it away from his gums with such intense suction it could tear.