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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Isaac_Lahey/Jackson_Whittemore, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall, Lydia
      Martin/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Isaac_Lahey, Jackson_Whittemore, Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent, Bobby
      Finstock, Lydia_Martin, Stiles_Stilinski, Melissa_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Tension, Isaac_is_a_Little_Shit, Needy_Isaac, Jackson_is_a_tease,
      Hurt_Isaac, bottom!Isaac, Dominant!Jackson, Demanding_Jackson, Ice
      Skating, Isaac_is_smitten, Jackson_is_bi
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-21 Chapters: 3/? Words: 1733
****** The Unlikeliest of Lovers. ******
by EKlein1998
Summary
     Isaac loves Jackson. Jackson barely acknowledges Isaac's existence,
     or so Isaac thinks. But on a pack night out, will romance bloom for
     the unlikely pair? Or will Jackson abuse Isaac for his feelings?
Notes
     Obviously, both Isaac and Jackson are underage. This is obviously
     also an AU, as both of them are still in Beacon Hills. This is set
     post Kanima incident, between seasons 2 and 3. Isaac has had a crush
     on Jackson for ages. Isaac is a part of Scott's pack, and they trust
     each other. A lot. Isaac is needy, and rather submissive, which
     Jackson takes advantage of. If this bothers you, please don't read.
     As always, R&R. This first chapter is purely to rest the waters, if
     the reaction is good, I'll post more. Thanks! :)
     PS, I apologise for the shitty title and the shittier summary.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Isaac chewed on the sleeve of his navy blue cardigan, pen held tightly between
his trembling fingers. He knew that a lot rested on this exam. He glanced at
the clock. Was time moving a lot quicker than usual? A single bead of cold
sweat ran down the back of his neck, and he shivered. He scrawled down a few
answers, some that he was sure of, some not so much. Before he knew it, the
bell was ringing, and Coach was collecting the papers in. Isaac's eyes grew
watery, and he wiped at them quickly before he gathered his books, bolting out
of the classroom. A single, warm tear ran down his cheek, and when Scott
stopped him to ask what was up he just pushed right past. He ran straight for
the locker room, the one place in school where he felt safe, oddly enough. He
headed into the shower room, leaning his back against the tiles and sliding
down to the floor. He held his knees tightly against his chest, a small, choked
sob leaving his chest. He couldn't go back and find out what grade he got. He
couldn't. Scott appeared from around the corner about 30 minutes later, holding
Isaac's paper in his hands. Isaac reached out, his hand shaky, slender digits
closing around the booklet. He looked at the large letter scrawled on the
front, a small, pitiful whimper leaving his throat. A large "A" covered the top
right corner, and Scott gave him a reassuring smile.
"You did better than Stiles, Isaac. You did great!" Isaac trembled slightly
less than before, his strained voice barely louder than a whisper.
"I.. I passed..?" Scott nodded, offering him a hand to help him up. He stood,
his arms still wrapped around himself. He heard a few more people come in,
Jackson's voice revertebrating through the room. Danny laughed at something he
said, and Isaac quickly wiped the tears away before he walked into the locker
room. Jackson frowned at him, dropping his shirt down on the bench. Isaac bit
his plump bottom lip, his eyes on the floor.
"What's the problem, Lahey?" Isaac shrugged, brushing past him lightly. Scott
gave him a small smile, following the smaller boy out of the room. Isaac felt
his cheeks flush lightly at the fact that Jackson had seen him like that. Scott
laid a hand on his shoulder, leading him outside to the parking lot.
"Isaac, you're alright. Listen, Allison, Stiles, Lydia, Jackson and I are all
going out tonight. You and Jackson can be gooseberries together." He chuckled,
his thumb brushing over Isaac's cheek. Isaac nodded eagerly. "I would like
that. Where are we headed?"
"To the ice rink, I think. Or maybe to see a movie. Just don't drool over
Jackson too much. C'mon, we'll get home and change." Isaac followed him to
Scott's bike, slinging his leg over it and wrapping his arms around his best
friend's waist after giving him a light punch for the comment.
"I won't." Scott just smirked, revving the engine and setting off down the
road.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Pack night out. Lots of ice skating, fashion tips from Lydia, and
     sexual tension.
Chapter Notes
     Slightly longer chapter. Thank you all for the kudos! As always, R&R.
     Your comments encourage me to keep going.
     PS. Slight sexy times.
Isaac pulled out a few shirts that he had bought lately, draping them over his
bed. He hummed gently, holding up his phone and letting Lydia see. She hummed
softly, before speaking.
"That one. The black one." He held up a black, mesh-like top, which was pretty
much see through.
"This one? Isn't it too slutty?" He frowned a little.
"Hey. Do you want Jackson to get in your ass or what?" Isaac flushed deeply,
mumbling.
"Don't say it like that." She simply laughed, before speaking again.
"Hey, listen. I've gotta go, but Stiles and I will be over soon, okay?" Isaac
nodded, saying goodbye and hanging up. He pulled the top over his head, before
grabbing a pair of tight, light blue boxers and his black skinny jeans,
wriggling them up. He fastened the button, running his fingers through his
messy curls before heading downstairs. Melissa grinned at him from the kitchen
before she wiped her hands on the tea towel.
"You look great." She shot him a knowing wink, and he groaned.
"Scoooooott..." He heard a laugh from upstairs, before there was a knock at the
door. He pulled it open, Jackson and Allison standing outside. In his hand was
a bunch of flowers. His eyes trailed over Isaac's body, a slight smirk on his
lips before he barged past and handed the flowers to Melissa. Isaac felt a
small stirring in his stomach, his arms wrapping around Allison as she leaned
in for a hug, and he pressed his lips to her cheek.
"Hurry up McCall, I wanna get going!" Jackson shouted, rolling his eyes.
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They all pulled on their ice skates, Jackson the first to step on to the ice.
He was a natural, eagerly sliding across the surface. Allison followed, and
soon Stiles, Lydia and Scott followed her. Isaac had never been, so the minute
he stepped on the ice, he fell on his ass. Jackson laughed at him, skating over
and pulling him up. Isaac braced his hands on Jackson's chest, feeling the
muscles ripple beneath the tight material. He struggled to contain a small
whimper, the stronger male holding him securely. Jackson's eyes flickered over
Isaac's face, his voice soft.
"Are you alright, Lahey?" Isaac nodded, almost purring as Jackson's hands moved
up his sides. Allison and Lydia watched closely, a faint smirk on their lips.
Isaac pulled away after a moment, a deep flush coating his cheeks. Jackson
laughed, shoving Isaac back lightly so he fell on his ass again. He whined,
glaring up at him.
"What was that for?!" Jackson shrugged lightly, a cocky smirk on his face.
Isaac growled, lunging up and wrapping his limbs around Jackson's torso,
sending both of them to the hard ice in a tangled mess. Jackson groaned as his
back impacted against the ice, shoving Isaac's face from his. Isaac scrambled
off, sitting down on his bum again. Jackson chuckled as he pushed himself up,
Lydia skating over to help him.
"Careful, Lahey. You almost hurt me."
Isaac rolled his eyes, before shakily moving over to Scott and Allison. Jackson
stood up, brushing off his - no doubt expensive - jeans. He moved towards Isaac
again, pinning him against the wall of the ice rink, Isaac's face against the
cold plastic. Jackson leaned in, whispering in his ear. "I've seen you staring
at me, and I know what kind of filthy stuff you're into. The other day when you
dropped your phone? I took a quick peek. Some of those pictures are quite
raunchy, Lahey. Is that what you imagine me doing to you while you're jerking
off?" Isaac whimpered and shook his head, his cheeks burning red. Jackson
pressed his sizeable bulge against Isaac's tight jeans, before chuckling and
skating away. Isaac turned around, taking a few deep breaths in order to calm
himself. He was sporting a raging hard on, already feeling his length leaking
into the tight underwear he had bought. He shook his head, ignoring Lydia's
inquisitive gaze.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Isaac arrives at Jackson's, and Jackson makes it clear who's in
     charge. Sexual tension, but no actual sex yet.
Chapter Notes
     I apologise for the length of the chapters so far. They will get
     longer, I've just lit a little bit of my muse lately. Anyway, as
     always, R&R please! Comments give me life. Enjoy!
Arriving at Jackson's place, Isaac slowly shuffled up the path. Jackson
unlocked the door, letting the smaller boy go in first. He brought his palm
down hard across Isaac's ass, and Isaac squealed. He stepped inside, moving his
hands to pull his shirt over his head. Jackson followed suit, his fingers
nimbly unfastening the buttons on his own shirt and letting it fall to the
floor. He unbuckled his belt, dropping his jeans and stepping out of them. He
wandered into the living room in his boxers, laying down on the couch.
"Pick my clothes up and put them in the basket upstairs with yours, Lahey."
Isaac grumbled, but immediately did as he was told. He certainly didn't want to
get on Jackson's bad side. He would probably be able to fight him off, but he
didn't want to lose.. Whatever it was that was going on at the moment. Even if
it only happened once. He stripped down to his birthday suit, his semi-hard
cock swinging between his legs. He felt a little shy, but he bundled up the
clothes, carrying them upstairs and placing them in the basket Jackson had
referred to. He wandered back down, heading to the kitchen. He got a bottle of
beer from the fridge, carrying it to the living room and handing it to Jackson.
He turned to leave, but once again Jackson's hand stopped him. "Since you've
been a good boy, I'll let you stay here. On all fours or kneeling though."
Isaac nodded slowly, his breathing shaky as he moved to lay on the floor by the
couch. Jackson flicked the TV on, turning to one of the pay-per-view porn
channels. He settled on one of the gay porn stations, keying in his credit card
number and watching with a smug grin as an image appeared on the screen. Isaac
whined as he watched, his hand slowly moving down between his legs, thinking
Jackson wouldn't see. "Don't even think about touching yourself, Lahey. The
only dick that you'll be touching is mine. So get up and suck it before I force
you to." Isaac shook his head, caramel curls falling over his eyes.
He wanted to, but he also didn't want to give into the asshole sitting above
him. Jackson looked down at him, slowly sliding his underwear down, his shaft
springing free. He wrapped his slender digits around it, a smirk on his lips.
"You're trying to tell me that you can resist this? Imagine it, Lahey.
Stretching your mouth so wide you can feel it for days. A subtle ache, that
everyone will just think is growing pains. But you know different. You know
it's from me fucking your face." Isaac's cheeks turned scarlet, a pitiful
whimper leaving parted tiers. Jackson's other hand closed in Isaac's hair,
painfully pulling him up, and closer to him. "Open your mouth, boy." Isaac
hesitantly obeyed, his breathing shallow.
"Y-Yes sir.." Jackson felt his cock twitch at that, pressing the already-
leaking tip of his length against Isaac's plump bottom lip, waiting for the boy
to open further.
"Now, I expect you to do the work here. I want to be able to sit back and
relax. But if you only do a half-assed job, I'll be forced to please myself,
using your mouth. Got it?"
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