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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis
People started talking, putting us through our paces
I knew there was no one in the world who could take it

Jackson pulled the Porsche down the path into the Preserve, Stiles knew where they were headed. The spot where they had sex for the first time. He smiled as Jackson put the car into park, the spot in front of the car was clear and the lights from the car made a spotlight of soft on the spot. Jackson didn't say one word as he turned the radio up, moving out the door but leaving it open as he walked over to Stiles' door and opened it for the other. Holding out his hand, Stiles took it and smiled.

"What are we going to do, Jackson?" asked Stiles as Jackson lead him to where the lights were shining.

"Well, I didn't get to dance with you at the prom, so I think we need to rectify that." Said Jackson as he pulled Stiles close to him, the song on the radio changed to a slower song.

"I think I can do that."

"You better." Said Jackson with a smile as he moved, Stiles, wrapping his hands behind Jackson's head as they swayed to the music. Stiles' whiskey-colored eyes stayed locked with Jackson's ocean blue ones. Things felt different at the moment, neither one of them had anything else on their mind but the person standing in front. They didn't know Lydia was complaining to their friends at their dance or that Scott looked uncomfortable listening to it. They didn't know Jordan had called Stiles five times before giving up and heading home. They knew they had hurt people, but right now, none of that was on their mind.

"Jackson?"

"Yea, Stiles?" asked Jackson with a half-smile on his face.

"I love you." Said Stiles, before today that would have made Jackson runoff, but not anymore.

"I love you too, Stiles." Said Jackson, raising a hand up to Stiles' face, rubbing the thumb slowly over his cheeks.

"What do we do now, Jackson? I don't think there is any going back now."

"I don't think there is, Stiles. I guess we decide what we want from this." Said Jackson, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He promised himself that this was only fun that Stiles was just going to be a side piece. He wasn't even sure the moment it all changed. It felt like a bunch of small moments, small moments that added together. Stiles made Jackson feel ways he had never felt before. Ways he tried to force himself to feel when he was with Lydia, but they never happened. Stiles made them happen so easily.

"Well, I want this. I want us to be officially together. No more hiding. No more lies." Said Stiles looking into Jackson's eyes, he nodded.

"I think it's time for that too, Stiles. I will end things with Lydia. No more other people, just us. I know McCall knows, but I figure we need to tell the rest of the pack." Said Jackson, he figured the pack already knew but none of them ever said anything but then he thought about how shocked Scott was and that changed his thoughts on them knowing.

"I think the pack should be the first people we tell, then our parents, then the school." Said Stiles, he wasn't even sure how his dad would react once he told him he was dating Jackson. Especially since Jackson once had a restraining order against him.

"I think so. Is your dad going to freak out about you being gay?"

"He already knows I am gay, I came out to him before the prom, he was cool about it. What about your parents?"

"I think they will be ok with it. They like to spoil me, so I assume they will just buy me gay pride things and telling me how much they love me. Maybe even paint a big bisexual pride flag on my Porsche." Joked Jackson, Stiles chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"I think it would look fancy. You should totally do that."

"Anything for you, Stiles." Said, Jackson, as he leaned in to the other and captured his lips in a kiss, the kiss was soft but the passion for each other was present in the kiss. Jackson moved his arms around Stiles more and pulled him close as they both deepened the kiss at the same moment. Their tongues fighting each other moans meeting at their lips. Stiles pulled away from the kiss for a moment. He said nothing, instead, he looked at Jackson for a moment. This moment felt like a dream. This was never how this was supposed to end up. Stiles had always prepared himself for the day that Jackson ended it. Stiles told himself that it wouldn't hurt if he prepared himself for it, but every time he was with Jackson, the lie of that became bigger. Things had changed, he knew that. Jackson was more to him now, Jackson was his boyfriend.

"I think you should come over to my house tonight. We have one more prom night rite of passage to complete." Said Stiles with a smirk, Jackson smirked back and licked his lips.

"Oh yeah? What's that, Stilinski?" asked Jackson.

"Well, usually, someone loses their virginity on prom night and since I have already lost mine, then maybe it's your turn." Said Stiles, Jackson's brows raised high as he looked at Stiles. He had never even thought about being the bottom, ever. He had promised himself that he would be a strict top, but there were moments where the thought of bottoming entered his mind and turned him on; this was one of those times.

"Like I said. Anything for you, Stiles." Said, Jackson, as he kissed Stiles on the lips before leading him back to the car. There was no going back and neither one of them wanted to. Jackson got in the car and started back towards Stiles' house. He knew tonight was the start of his real relationship with Stiles and that thought brought a smile to his face.