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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Jackson_Whittemore
  Character:
      Jackson_Whittemore, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Past_Danny_Mahealani/Jackson_Whittemore, blindfold, Submission, Anal_Sex,
      Oral_Sex, Bottom_Jackson_Whittemore, Top_Derek_Hale
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-07 Words: 3256
****** An Easy Price to Pay ******
by TamerOfPickles
Summary
     After they defeat Peter, Jackson wants the Bite. However, Derek has
     conditions.
Jackson’s hand shook as he reached for the weathered door’s handle. He paused
to wonder whether it was from shock leftover from the violent events from
earlier that night or anticipation for what he hoped to gain by returning. He
turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open. He didn't think Derek would
be spooked by anything, but it was still probably wise not to make any sudden
moves.
“Derek,” he called as he inched into the darkened foyer and scanned the room
for any sign of the werewolf. “Derek?” he called again, louder both out of
increased confidence from not being attacked by something in the dark and
increased desperation for what he had come for.
As he turned toward the stairs, he saw a familiar figure standing perfectly
still in the darkness at the top. Jackson tried to swallow his fear. “I … I
helped you.” He tried to summon the mask of confidence that he usually showed
the world. “I help save you.” Derek responded by taking a step to the edge of
the stairs. Despite his best efforts, Jackson couldn't resist taking a step
away. With fear once more in his voice, he pleaded, “You got what you wanted.”
His voice dropped low as he repeated, “You got what you wanted.” His desire
steeled him as he demanded, “Now, it’s my turn to get what I want.”
The silent moment that followed was all that was needed for Jackson’s resolute
demeanor to melt away again. Derek leaped to the bottom of the stairs, which
caused Jackson to start to pull into the fetal position before he managed to
catch himself. Jackson was thankful he had used the bathroom before coming back
here. That had saved him from embarrassing himself completely. Derek growled at
Jackson: his fangs extended to their full length, and his eyes took on their
newly acquired red hue.
“Why do want it?” Derek asked.
“I … I need to be strong. To be fast. To be able to sense what others can’t.”
Derek continued to wait after Jackson stopped talking. Jackson bit his lip to
hold back the rising tension before breaking and continuing, “I was the best
before McCall came around. He cheated.”
“Why do you deserve this power?”
“I helped you,” Jackson pleaded. “You got what you wanted. McCall got this
power. Now it’s my turn. I deserve it as much as he does.”
“Peter was a fool to give the bite so indiscriminately. Scott turned on him,
and it killed him.”
Fearing he might not get what he wanted, Jackson yelled, “This isn't fair!” He
immediately realized his foolishness. His mouth dropped open as he looked at
the displeasure that appeared on Derek’s face. “I mean … What do you want of
me? What do I need to do? I won’t betray you. I’ll do anything for this. I need
it.” Jackson hadn't intended to sound so pathetic, but he was desperate.
Derek slowly circled around Jackson as he considered what he had said. Jackson
followed Derek with his eyes as well as he could, but he was too scared to move
his head more than a few degrees, let alone turn his body to continue to face
Derek. When he was again in front of Jackson, he said, “There may be a way.
You’ll have to be part of my pack. I’ll be your Alpha, and you’ll be my Beta.”
“Really?” Jackson asked, almost not daring to hope. “OK. I can do that.”
Derek began to circle Jackson again, moving closer to him. “You’ll have to
prove yourself before I give you the bite. You’ll have to submit yourself to
me.” Derek stopped behind Jackson and brought himself so close to Jackson’s
right ear that he could feel Derek’s breath when he whispered, “Completely.”
Jackson gasped as a shiver went down his spine. He blushed as he became aware
that his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight. Derek placed his hands on
Jackson’s shoulders. His fingers stroked the edge of Jackson’s jacket. “Are you
willing to do this? It will cement a bond between us when I turn you.”
Jackson slowly breathed in and out as he tried to regain his composure. He was
finally so close to what he wanted. He nodded slightly and urgently whispered,
“Yes.”
“What did you say?” Derek asked. His werewolf senses had no trouble hearing
what Jackson had said, but he wanted Jackson to commit.
Jackson let out a whimper of desire. “Please … I want all of it.” He felt
Derek’s fingers reach into his jacket before taking a hold and sliding it off
his arms. Derek tossed it into a corner of the burnt out house. Jackson began
to object to the mistreatment of his clothing but he stopped caring when Derek
placed his hands beneath Jackson’s arms and copped a feel of Jackson’s chest as
he moved in for the buttons. He was surprised when Derek undid the buttons one
by one rather than tearing the shirt off him. Soon the shirt joined the jacket.
Derek reached his left arm across Jackson’s bare chest, grabbed his right
shoulder, and pulled Jackson around to face him. He slid his hand to the back
of Jackson’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue parted Jackson’s
lips, and their mouths began to explore each other. Derek pulled away and moved
to Jackson’s neck, which elicited a gasp of pleasure.
When Derek decided he was ready, he placed his hands on Jackson’s shoulders,
looked into his eyes, and gently pressed down. Jackson complied with the
unspoken command by slowly dropping to his knees. He kept his eyes on Derek’s
until he was all the way down and his face was in front of the zipper of
Derek’s pants. Jackson brought his hands to the button but paused to look up
Derek, who nodded slightly.
Jackson hastily unbuttoned and unzipped the pants and pulled them down to the
middle of Derek’s thigh. He revealed Derek’s black underwear, which were
already stretching from the bulge within. Jackson placed his hand on Derek’s
cock and began to rub it through the fabric. It reacted with a bounce, and
Derek reacted with a low moan. No longer willing to wait to see what was
underneath, Jackson pulled down Derek’s underwear. As soon as it was free, the
dick snapped forward and hit Jackson on the cheek. Jackson’s jaw dropped with
surprise. The scene caused Derek to begin to snicker, which caused Jackson to
join in and double over with laughter.
When Jackson caught his breath, he reached up and grabbed on to Derek’s dick
with his right hand and used it to help pull himself up. His hand sliding down
the shaft caused Derek’s knees to buckle slightly both from the pleasure of
Jackson’s touch and from the unexpected weight. Jackson brought his face up to
the tip of Derek’s cock and began to explore it with his tongue while slowly
stroking it. Derek gave a low moan that was almost a growl. It sent shivers
down Jackson’s back.
Jackson wasn’t scared of another guy’s cock because this wasn't his first time.
A few years earlier, he and Danny were jerking off to porn together when Danny
wondered out loud what it would be like to suck cock. Jackson was happy to help
him find out and insisted on returning the favor even though Danny said he
didn't have. “It’s only fair,” he had said, and Danny wanted a blowjob too much
to ask questions.
As Jackson slid his lips up and down Derek’s cock, Derek began to move his hips
to aid the motion and push the limits of how much of himself he could get
Jackson to take. Soon, the tip of his cock was brushing the back of Jackson’s
throat. Jackson managed to resist gagging for a couple of strokes before he
finally gave in to the reflex and had to take a moment to breathe. Derek looked
at him with a mix of a smirk and a sneer. He turned away as he began to take
off his jacket. Jackson was mesmerized by the way Derek’s dick bobbed back and
forth as he walked. Derek folded his jacket and placed it on a table next to
the wall. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt but paused to give Jackson a
lingering look. “Lose the pants.”
Jackson didn’t hesitate. He rolled back onto his butt and began to untie his
shoe. He tossed it off to the side with the sock tucked inside before doing the
same with the other shoe. He stood up to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly.
He placed his pants on his shoes. He began to slip his thumbs under the
waistband of his tight, black briefs, but the sense of Derek’s intense
attention caused him to pause. He looked up to see a now shirtless Derek
staring at Jackson’s underwear and tracing with his eyes the outline of the
bulge that extended across the entire left side. Derek bit his upper lip with
desire, looked up to meet Jackson’s gaze, and gave him a small nod. Jackson
responded by pulling his underwear down and exposing his stiff dick. He managed
to step out of them and toss them toward the pile of clothes without breaking
eye contact with Derek.
Derek grabbed himself and gave himself a couple strokes before walking toward
Jackson. When they got close enough to touch, Derek slid his cock along the top
of Jackson’s. They both sighed with pleasure as Derek took hold of both of
their cocks. Derek placed his other hand on the band of Jackson’s head and
pulled him in for another kiss.
When the came up for air, Derek put his hands onto Jackson's shoulders and
gently pushed him backwards. Jackson resisted the urge to turn to look where
Derek was leading and kept his gaze firmly on Derek’s. Derek looked upon
Jackson except for brief glances to check where they were going. They walked
through an archway into the next room until Jackson felt the lip of a table
press against his lower back. As Derek helped Jackson onto the table, he leaned
in and whispered into Jackson’s ear, “I need to take a closer look at what you
are giving me.” Derek walked along the left side of the table so that he could
be next to Jackson, and he cradled the back of Jackson’s as he laid him down.
He leaned in for a quick kiss before walking out of view.
Jackson kept facing straight up, but his eyes were looking toward the point
where Derek left. A moment later, Derek returned with a roll of elastic
bandage. “Focus on my touch.” Jackson lifted his head, and Derek wrapped around
his head. For a moment, Jackson was alone in his darkness, but then he felt
Derek lean over him and give his ear a gentle tug with his teeth. Jackson
gasped with surprise and pleasure. Derek moved downward and began to kiss
Jackson’s neck. Meanwhile, he played idly with Jackson’s hair with his fingers.
Once he was satisfied, Derek left a trail of kisses down his neck until he
reached his chest and pulled himself back up. Jackson waited for Derek’s next
touch.
It came as Derek placed his hands on both of Jackson’s shoulder. He gave them a
good squeeze and rubbed his hands over them a bit before pulling his hands
inward to Jackson’s neck. While there, his fingers found some tension in the
back of Jackson’s neck, and he took a moment to massage it out. He then moved
to Jackson’s arm. He started with his bicep before sliding his hands along
Jackson’s arm and picking up his hand. He explored Jackson’s hand with his
fingers and then sucked on them one by one. Placing the hand back down, Derek
returned his attention to Jackson’s torso.
He began by copping a feel of Jackson’s pecs and enjoying the firmness of his
muscles. He then moved his fingers inward to play with his nipples. They perked
up to his touch, and he pinched them softly before leaning over and playing
with the nearest one with his tongue. The attention caused Jackson to squirm.
Derek continued to move downward. He traced his hands along the sides of
Jackson’s torso while sliding his cheek along Jackson’s impressive abs. Derek’s
stubble rubbed roughly against Jackson’s smooth skin.
Derek stopped before he reached Jackson’s cock, and took the opportunity to
take a closer look. Jackson could feel Derek’s breath on his sensitive skin as
Derek took a closer sniff of his scent. Knowing Derek was so close caused him
to give a soft whimper. Without warning, Derek’s tongue flicked across the tip
of Jackson’s cock. His hips involuntarily began to thrust in response, and he
had to grab the edges of the table to help keep himself down.
The brief touch also caused a bead of pre-cum to ooze out of Jackson’s dick.
Derek was quick to clean it off with his tongue, but that only caused Jackson
to respond with more. Soon, Derek was treating the cock like an ice cream cone
in July while all Jackson could do was try to take slow, deep breaths filled
with deep moans.
When he sensed that Jackson was getting close, Derek stopped and moved to the
bottom of the table. He grabbed Jackson’s ankles and pulled Jackson toward him
with a deliberate slowness. When Jackson’s ass reached the end, Derek put
Jackson’s legs on his shoulders. He placed his hand on Jackson’s abs to feel
his breathing as he regained control.
Once Jackson had recovered, he heard something squirting from Derek’s
direction. His suspicions about the source of the sound were soon confirmed
when he Derek’s finger apply the cool wetness to his hole. Jackson tensed at
the shock of the cold, but he quickly relaxed. Danny had added a little massage
to his blow jobs shortly before they had stopped, and Jackson had added it to
his solitary pleasures. It wasn't long before he was able to take Derek’s
finger. Derek slowly pumped Jackson to push the lube inside and prepare Jackson
for his hard cock. Soon two and then three fingers were exploring the warmth of
Jackson’s body.
When Derek was satisfied that Jackson was ready, he removed his fingers and
used them to put the condom that he had waiting on himself. He leaned forward
and whispered into Jackson’s ear “Ready?”
“I need your cock.” Before Jackson could beg some more, Derek kissed him. They
made out until the need for more pulled Derek back up. Without any more
hesitation, Derek pressed his dick against Jackson, and Jackson soon let him
slide in. Jackson gasped and then forced himself to breathe while Derek gave
him a chance to adapt to his cock. As he got his breathing under control, he
became increasingly aware of how it felt as he ever so slightly moved along
Derek’s cock with each breath. He began to flex in time with each breath in
order to increase this movement.
Derek’s cock responded to the stimulation with a twitch which hit Jackson
exactly in the right spot. Derek placed his hand on Jackson’s shoulder and gave
it a squeeze. Jackson answered with a smile and a nod. Derek pulled his hips
back and began to slowly thrust himself into Jackson, which elicited a
whispered moan. With the second push, Jackson vocalized his moan while Derek
joined it with a grunt. Jackson’s moans rose in pitch each time Derek slid into
him while Derek’s grunts became more of a growl. In some part of his mind that
wasn’t yet consumed by pleasure, Jackson noted that Derek’s growls would be
giving him the weirdest boner right now if he hadn't already been painfully
hard.
The thought of his boner caused him to absentmindedly reach for his cock, but
Derek intercepted his hand and interlaced their fingers. Realizing that he
would have to wait, he reached back with his other hand and grabbed onto the
head of the table to keep it out of trouble.
Jackson could feel himself getting close, and based on the noise Derek was
making, so was he. Jackson was trying to focus enough to warn Derek when Derek
pulled himself out of Jackson. Realizing that he wasn't going to get his
release yet, Jackson gave out a soft whine.
Derek grabbed Jackson’s hand and pulled him up so that he was sitting on the
edge of the table. He pulled off the blindfold and looked fondly into Jackson’s
eyes before pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss quickly intensified as Derek’s
lips and tongue hungrily explored Jackson’s and Jackson respond in kind.
When this was no longer enough to satisfy Derek’s need, he broke away, pulled
Jackson away from the table, and guided him down to his hands and knees. As
Derek positions himself behind Jackson, Jackson brought his chest closer to the
floor to better present himself to Derek. Derek grabbed Jackson’s ass, lined up
his cock, and slid himself back inside. He took a few thrusts to build up his
rhythm before dropping down onto his hands and fucked Jackson like the wolf
Derek was. Derek stopped holding back, and each push was accompanied by low
moans from Derek and screams of ecstasy from Jackson.
After a few minutes, Derek gave out a roar and Jackson felt himself stretch
more as Derek’s cock grew even larger. Jackson confirmed his guess that Derek
had just transformed when a quick glance to the side revealed that Derek was
now digging his claws into the wood floor to give himself better traction.
Jackson knew he couldn't hold out much longer, so he begged “Bite me, Derek.”
Derek responded with a full alpha roar followed by a quick bite into Jackson’s
shoulder. The shock of the pain pushed him over the edge, and waves of pleasure
overwhelmed him. First, his ass began to squeeze Derek’s cock, and a couple of
heartbeats later Jackson’s bobbing cock began to splash cum across the floor.
Meanwhile, he could feel Derek’s cock begin to pulse. When they both had
finished, Jackson and a no longer transformed Derek collapsed onto the floor.
Jackson enjoyed Derek’s weight and heat as they lay there catching their
breaths, but his bliss was cut short when the pain of the bite finally
registered. Derek got up immediately upon hearing Jackson’s cry of pain. He
picked Jackson up into his arms and said, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Part of
Jackson wanted to object that he could walk himself, but it was overruled by
the part that was content to rest his head on Derek’s shoulder.
As Derek lathered Jackson up, he whispered in his ear, “We share a bond now.
You will follow me, and I will protect you. You’re my first beta, and none of
the ones that I make later will have what you have with me.”
Jackson embraced Derek and enjoyed a new found contentment. The sense of
isolation that he had ever since he learned he was adopted was fading away. He
pulled back enough to look Derek in the eye and asked, “Can we do this again,
or is it just an initiation?”
“We can fuck like werebunnies if you want to,” Derek replied, and he kissed
Jackson until they ran out of hot water and were forced to finish their shower.
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