☆ A series of unrelated short fics that can be read in any order and are not related to each other. For the most part, it will be strictly Teen Wolf but there may be others in the future.
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★ Note: ★
So this series is going to be a colle...
Jackson signed up for a marathon and started preparing for it. He started going on short sprints in the evenings and long runs in the mornings, changed his diet, and increased his leg day workouts.
Unbeknownst to him, his boyfriend had also signed up for the marathon. When Jackson found out about it, he was of course slightly concerned because it wasn't something Stiles enjoyed doing leisurely, but Stiles was determined to do it, though he refused to tell his boyfriend exactly why.
Said man didn't push and instead started training Stiles, making sure they were both going to be ready. To his surprise—though it shouldn't have been such a surprise—Stiles was fully in shape and ready to go. Jackson knew his boyfriend was fit as fuck as he often spent hours pleasuring the amber eyed man's body head to toe. He just didn't translate to activities out of their bed. At least Stiles wasn't offended and instead teased him about it every day leading up to the event.
The day of the marathon both men were raring to go, shared a kiss at the starting line and when it started, they each had a different approach. Stiles was ahead for most of it and Jackson was impressed. He started imagining all of the things he wanted to do to his boyfriend after the marathon. He would be more upset about not being faster, but from this angle he gets to see his boyfriend's perfect little ass framed in his running shorts.
At last they were nearing the final stretch and Jackson could see his boyfriend nearing the finish line. Less than a minute later, Jackson suddenly felt a sharp searing pain in his leg that had him almost collapsing.
Stiles had been in the lead but at the sound of his mate's cry he turned around and sprinted back. People were cheering with every runner that crossed the line but Stiles tuned it out as he lifted Jackson up. He guided his boyfriend's arm over his shoulder and together, they crossed the finish line.
As Jackson let the EMT look over his leg, he watched Stiles in confusion. Stiles didn't notice as he was talking with an EMT about the injury. Jackson wasn't surprised as Stiles always seemed to be in doctor mode especially when it came to Jackson.
After a few minutes, Stiles made his way back over, with a bottle of water in each hand. "Hey, handsome. How are you feeling?" he asked softly, handing Jackson one of the bottles.
Jackson took it but didn't open it, causing Stiles's brow to furrow. "Jacks?"
"Why didn't you finish? You were going to win, Stiles. Why did you come back for me?"
Stiles smiled and shook his head. "Jacks, I never wanted to do this to win. I wanted to do it because I love you and I love spending time with you. I love being a part of something that you love. So here I am but you know—" He set his water bottle down on the side of the ambulance and got down on one knee. "—I'll never leave you behind. I'll be there to pick you up when you fall. I'll protect you, love you and care for you always. So the only gold I care about—" He brought his hands up and it was then that Jackson noticed the ring box. "—is this being on your finger. So Jackson George Whittemore..."
Jackson's eyes were wide and he started blinking, trying to hold back tears as Stiles continued.
"Will you marry me?"
"Are you serious? Of fucking course I'll marry you."
Stiles beamed and stood to slip the ring on Jackson's finger. Then he cupped said man's jaw and kissed him, though it was nothing as soft or light as their kiss at the start of the race had been. Jackson didn't care and gave back as good as he got. It was only after an EMT cleared his throat that the two parted and after another check, they were cleared to go home, with strict instructions that Jackson was to rest and not doing anything strenuous.
As they got in the car and headed home, Jackson's brow furrowed, and his nose scrunched up. "Wait. Were you going to say, 'Be mine at the finish line' when you proposed?"
The amber eyed man blushed but waggled his eyebrows and grinned. "Guilty as charged."
"You're an idiot."
"I'm your idiot and you love me."
Jackson sighed happily and laced their fingers together, giving Stiles's hand a squeeze. "Yeah. You sure are and I absolutely do."
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