Teen Wolf Imagines and Oneshots

Stiles x Jackson | Shower Me With After Care

Stiles waited until everyone left the locker room before showering. He didn't usually show at school, but his pipes at home were busted and...he didn't want to risk his dad seeing his body. It was littered with bruises and red marks, wrists, neck and waist lined with rope burn.

He never should have taken that dare from Xavier. He was his online friend from England, only a year older than him. His parents were strict though, so they only got to talk on weekends, which meant a lot of catching up. Xavier even knew about the werewolves. He wasn't surprised, or maybe he didn't believe since he chuckled and said he had a vampire friend as well.

"I dare you to hook up with a sadist and be their sub for the night." Xavier had said, on his fourth cup of coffee.

"Deal, but you have to sleep with a guy. Bottom." He had responded, a grin on his face despite how tired he was. He knew Xavier was straight, which is why he dared him to do it. Xavier had agreed, saying it would help him know what it feels like for his ex-girlfriends.

A few hours after that Skype call, Stiles did exactly as he was dared, taking a photo of his rope marked wrists as proof. Xavier sent a short video of him and his hook up after they did the dirty, smirking in victory. They both laughed about it afterwards, but Stiles still felt sore and sworn out Monday. His marks were still prominent, only reminding him of how much the act actually hurt. Bondage and S&M was not his calling.

So he waited till everyone had left before stripping down, wincing as his backside throbbed. The asshole didn't even give him some cuddles after, kicking him out after twenty minutes of sleep because his girlfriend would be home not long after. Talk about rude.

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Jackson cursed as he went through his pockets.

"I left my phone behind. Go ahead home, I'm gonna go grab it." He told Danny, who shrugged.

"Alright. Don't get too caught up in your reflection."

"Sometimes I just can't help myself, Danny." Jackson said with false innocence, smirking as he left his friend and headed towards the locker room. He stepped in to hear the shower on. He thought everyone was out by now. Jackson shrugged and looked around, humming happily when he found his phone.

He heard a hiss above the jets of water, raising a brow. Did some idiot slip on their ass?

Jackson's curiosity only grew when the person cursed lowly, stepping around to check who it was, and possibly scare the crap out of them. Just wait until he told Danny about the idiot who slipped on his ass in the showers...

Except he couldn't tell Danny. He couldn't move to even run after Danny and talk when he was greeted by the sight of Stiles, drenched and sickly yellow, blue and red marked back taunt with pain. Jackson licked his lips as he tried to process what could have happened to Stiles. Leaning against the wall, Jackson made his presence know.

"Hello Stiles." Stiles jumped in surprise, turning and covering his crotch on instinct.

"What the fuck, man?!" He snapped, face heating with shame and embarrassment when Jackson's eyes roamed his wreaked torso and scratched up thighs.

"...Who hurt you?" Maybe it was the instinct to protect the weaker of Derek's pack, but he felt the hurt to beat the crap out of the offender. Or maybe he just didn't like the fact that someone else got the drop on Stiles instead of him.

"No one." Stiles grumbled. "Can you please leave? I'm trying to shower." He turned away from the Beta, a sour look on his red face.

Jackson glowered at the defiance, pulling his shirt off over his head, the button of his jeans coming undone with a small inaudible pop before he stripped them off as well. If Stiles wouldn't tell him, then he'd find another way to identify the asshole.

Slipping his shoes and socks off, he prowled closer to his so-called prey before pinning the small boy against the cold tiled wall. It must have been cold as least from the way Stiles gasped and arched lightly away from it. Jackson's was too occupied with sniffing Stiles pale neck, nose subconsciously nuzzling against the soft skin.

"What are you doing, Jackson? You're not a dog..." Stiles grew breathless when Jackson tried to chase the scent, nose brushing down his collarbone and along his chest. His gut fluttered in embarrassment when he shivered, nipples hardening under the breeze of warm breath from the werewolf. He was sure the other could smell his growing arousal. He couldn't help it when a technically attractive guy was all over him, quite literally!

"Stop that." Jackson growled, which totally did not make Stiles cock twitch.

"Stop what?" He choked out, stomach quivering when Jacksons hand grasped his waist, holding him still.

"I can smell it on you. I don't pity fuck." Jackson snapped, the nail of his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of Stiles' abdomen.

"I-I'm not expecting you to. I just can't help it! It's not like you're my type..." Stiles grumbled, sucking in a sharp breath when Jacksons head lifted up, tongue flicking over his chest slyly.

"Wrong." Stiles found more of his personal space invaded by the Beta, Jacksons chest pressed against his as his lips tickled his ear. "I'm everyone's type, Stiles."

A soft moan escaped Stiles lips before they were captured by the jocks. The kiss was nothing sweet, but it was gentle and passionate, deep and lingering.

Maybe this was the aftercare Stiles was craving.

END