Mind over Matter

Right!?

Stiles sat awake the rest of the night. Every time he closed his eyes a pair of bright baby blue ones would be looking up into his. Stiles tried to shake the dream from his mind. That didn't go well.

Stiles huffed out a labored breath and pushed away his covers, moving to lean against his headrest. His little friend was being stubborn. Why can't you just go back to sleep? He whimpered in his head. Why do you hate me!? All I've ever done is please you! He chuckled. Great, I have truly lost my mind. Dicks can't talk. Ew... He thought about that. What if Dicks could talk? What would they say?

'Good evening Richard'
'Evening Dick, how are things with the wife?'
'Well all I can say is she's seen better days, she's just not as tight as she used to be with me'

Stiles chuckled. Ugh I'm insane. But he doesn't seem to want to go away. He sighed and pulled his pajama bottoms down to mid thigh. His little buddy springing up to attention. He man, long time no see. Stiles puffed out a sigh and slide down a bit more in his bed, getting comfortable.

-----(haha! Maybe next time kids... Skipping to Jackson)-----

The door was slammed into the wall as Jackson pressed the shorter blonde into it. He ran his hands up and down her sides his mouth on her neck.

Her fake nails dragged down over his back until they found the hem of his shirt, she dragged it up and tugged it over his head. He instantly connected his mouth to her neck again dragging her with him to her bed.

When his knees hit he fell back with her. She adjusted and straddled him, her fingers grasping at the hem of her shirt and bringing it over her head.

She grabbed for Jackson's hands, placing one on her hip and the other on her ass. He gave a test squeeze. A groan came from her lips. She ground down against him causing him to throw his head back, she took her chance and latched her lips to his neck.

She pulled at his pants until the button came loose and she pulled them off. Her skirt dropped to the floor and she pulled her hair to the side to get at her bra strap.

Eventually they were both naked. Jackson was hovering above her tiny frame attempting not to struggle with the condom. Once he finally got it in place he leaned down to kiss at her neck again. With one swift motion he plunged in.

She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulder blades. Her legs came up to a bend as he pumped himself faster and harder.

"F-Faster" she moaned her nails dragging down his back.

Jackson was on the edge. When she gasped and clenched his eyes finally looked up into hers but what he saw wasn't her. Stiles. He lost his load the name in his mind rolling from his throat in a moan.

Jackson awoke to the sound of his phone buzzing. He blinked a few time and looked around. This isn't his room. That's when he noticed The warmth next to him. He peeked over his shoulder and found a perky little blonde curled up against his back. Damn.

He wiggled free of her grasp and rolled from the bed. He quickly pulled on his jeans. He couldn't find his shirt. Where the hell did you go you little- he found it. No wonder he couldn't tell where it was. It was no longer considered a shirt. Just rags lay shredded on the floor by the door. He swallowed and grabbed the tattered shirt and his other clothes before finally grabbing his phone and sneaking out.

Once in his car he pulled out and his phone went off again. He picked it up and answered.

"What happened to you last night man?" Danny asked.

"Just got a little carried away."

"I would say so. You never drink that much. Are you missing Lydia?"

The car screeched to a stop. He gripped the steering wheel. "Why the hell would I fucking be missing her?!" he growled into his phone.

"Hey man I was just asking. You went off with some chick last night and didn't come back. I was worried and plus Lydia showed up and was asking about you. She seemed a bit worried."

"What do I care?" he started driving again.

"I figured since you and her tend to break up and make up all the time that this was one of those times"

"I'm over her Danny and I don't fucking care about her anymore. I can handle my self. I don't need her. Hell I still have all my friends and there are plenty of other girls that are willing to date me." he grinned.

"Whatever man. Imma go I was just checking on you, bye"

"Bye" he hung up and rested his chin on his fist.

Last night actually had nothing to do with Lydia. It was all about Stiles. The fact that he was able to get successful revenge was something worth celebrating to him. Yes he may of had eight to many but whatever it was his celebration. He can do whatever or whoever he wants.

Even if he wants Stilinski. But he doesn't at least not in a sexual way. Right? There are plenty of reasons as to why I saw his face during orgasm.. It was probably just seeing how well my revenge had gone. He chuckled. Jackson shifted uneasily in his seat at the thought. I'm not gay. Can't say the same for Stilinski though. He's not gay though, right? Right?!

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