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

4. Unlikely Allies

September 18th, 2014
3:23 PM
  "Was Derek and Peter here?" Jackson asked, hunched over as he walked into the laundry room where Stiles was washing all the dirty clothes around the house. The Whittemores let him fend for himself now that he was 18, and this was his bio parent's house that they gave him in his their will. He hadn't had the time to hire cleaners yet and had been slumming for months. "You don't have to clean..."

  "It's fine... I don't have anything else to do," Stiles got out of his seat from folding clean clothes to help Jackson walk back to the kitchen, heating the pot of soup for him and getting him a drink.

  "You're good at this..."

  "Good at what?"

  "Good at taking care of me," Jackson said, and Stiles smiled, rolling his eyes. "That was a compliment..."

  "I know. I cared for my mother when my dad was at work. He didn't take the sickness well, so he would drink when he got home," Stiles said, stirring the soup. Jackson noticed something different about Stiles... it was his shut mouth. He had never been around a calm, quiet Stiles. He watched him ladle some cold soup out of the pot and bring it to Jackson's mouth.

  "Is your taste back?" Stiles asked, thumbing some spilling soup away from his mouth. Jackson's eyes widened as Stiles was momming him better than his mom had ever mommed him. "Has your hearing gone to?" Stiles quipped as Jackson was looking at him with his mouth ajar.

  "I um... just a little. I just liked the hotness of it the first time." Jackson's cheeks tinged red. Stiles nodded, adding more ginger and pepper and Cayenne to break up his congestion. Stiles felt Jackson's forehead to see if he had a fever since he had so much red on his face.

  "Do you have Tylonal or Motrin?" Stiles asked, going through the cabinets. Jackson was looking at his backside as he found it. "You need to shift."

  "What?"

  "You need to shift... You don't trust your wolf, and that's why he isn't letting your body heal,"

  "I... don't feel him," Jackson said. Shifters could feel their animal spirits. To control your shift, you have to be well acquainted with them. Stiles was the only person in the pack besides the born wolves closest to their animal spirit.

  "He is sick too, and he doesn't trust you since you don't trust him," Stiles explained, and Jackson felt a little guilty for rejecting his wolf.

  "I... don't want him to feel like I don't trust him... I don't trust myself," Jackson said, and Stiles understood. Jackson was backseat in his own body as Matt controlled his body and killed countless people. If anyone knew how that felt, it was Stiles.

  "It took me a couple of weeks of therapy with Ms. Morrell to trust my fox..." No one talked about that time of their lives. "I thought the Nogitsune would come back..." Stiles said, and Jackson nodded. This was Stiles and Jackson's first conversation without wanting to rip each other's throats out, so they spoke quickly with long pauses. "Go on and shift," Stiles said.