you make me ill - Stiles X Jackson - 18+ MPreg

1. I Need You, Stiles!

September 17th, 2014
10:20 AM
  Stiles minded his own business. He had asked to go to the bathroom to drop a wolfsbane bomb in Theo's locker. He had to hold onto the stair railing as he felt ill, began to get dizzy, and felt like he was about to puke. 

  He ran into the bathroom, trying to make it into a stall before he made a mess all over the floor. Stiles widened his eyes, seeing that Jackson was sick in that stall. They made eye contact. Stiles managed to make it to the garbage bin.

  "Stilinski, what did you do?" Jackson growled, annoyed.

  "We aren't supposed to be sick. We are shifters," Stiles groaned, getting sick again. Jackson tried to stand, but he was way too dizzy. Stiles' phone was in his locker, so he lifted his head and yipped for Scott.

  "That was pathetic, Stilin-" Jackson whined before he upchucked again. Stiles tried to howl, but it was even weaker than his yipping... it wasn't fair that everyone else was wolves in the pack. Jackson was even half-wolf... Stiles had to be a defenseless, whiny fox.

  "He is coming," Stiles breathed, hearing Scott ask to leave the classroom on the other side of the campus.

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11:13 AM
  Stiles overcame the sickness a few minutes after Scott arrived, but Jackson suffered. They walked down into the school tunnels so they wouldn't get caught for skipping. Stiles and Jackson could miss a day or two, but Scott couldn't. Stiles muttered as he helped Jackson out of the tunnel, Scott lugging the reptile canine to shove him into the backseat of Derek's Camaro.

  "Don't you even think about making me stay behind and take care of this brat," Stiles practically growled to his alpha. Scott sighed, and Stiles crossed his arms, putting his foot down. "Scott, going camping was my idea," he snapped. Scott growled instinctively to get his Omega to submit.

  "Sorry," Scott quickly said when Stiles looked at him like he had stabbed him in the back. "I don't know what's wrong with Jackson, buddy... you're my second-hand man," Scott said, rubbing Stiles' shoulders, "I promise we will go camping next week, just you and me..."

  "You promise?" Stiles crossed his arms and glared at his flake of a best friend.

  "I promise..." Scott said, cupping Stiles' face. "I have to get back to school. I will stop by to make sure everything is okay tonight before we head to Oregon," He said, kissing Stiles' nose before he ran back down into the tunnels, hoping he would make it before Economics was over.

  Stiles slumped over immediately after Scott ran off, annoyed that he called Derek, of all people, for help. Derek was looking in the rear-view mirror, quite concerned about Jackson. Stiles said it right before... they were shifters, and their bodies should be able to fight off sickness. He figured it had to be something they weren't aware of on Jackson's reptile side.

  "You're such a cuck, Stilinski," Jackson groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Stiles took his eyes from where he last talked to Scott, then glared at Jackson, swatting at him. Even with Jackson feeling like shit, he caught Stiles' right before it hit his body. Stiles turned his glare to Derek, who was chuckling at the two.

  "What? He said it, not me." Derek put his hands up innocently, pulling off the side of the ride and heading to Jackson's house. Stiles still had a massive headache. Derek looked back to Jackson to make sure he wasn't awake. He touched Stiles' thigh and gently thumbed a soothing circle. "You okay?" he asked, and Stiles sighed, swatting his hand away.

  "I am fine..." He muttered a little whiny. He ran his fingers through his hair as he ignored Derek's stare.

  "I... can't stop thinking about the other night," Derek said, and Stiles glared at him like he was crazy for talking about it in front of Jackson. "What? He is asleep?"

  "Derek, I can't talk about this right now," Stiles said, holding his forehead. 

  Stiles sighed, turning redder than the hoodie he was wearing. Derek might not be able to keep Stiles out of his mind, but Stiles was trying to do anything to get Derek out of his. Never in Derek's life did he think he would be simping over Stiles Stilinski before he found Theo pounding the spaz in the back alley in town.

  Theo cheated on Stiles, and they tried to shout each other out. It just led to hate sex, then Derek had to come along with his big dick energy... which big doesn't even begin to describe his size. He walked into a vulnerable moment. 

  Stiles would be lying if he were to say that he wasn't attracted to Derek... but he was heartbroken and devastated. He wasn't exactly out yet, and his father was a little old-fashioned. He didn't know how the Sheriff would react to him being Bisexual.

  "Derek, Please... I can't think about this right now," Stiles said, and Derek pursed his lips, giving a curt, annoyed nod.

  "You are impossible," Derek muttered.
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