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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Jackson_Whittemore, Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Masturbation, Pictures, Tumblr, I_Blame_Tumblr
  Series:
      Part 1 of What_Was_Once_Lost
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-10 Words: 3239
****** Little Lone Wolf ******
by TheorianDG
Summary
     One evening Jackson takes a dick pic, that's how it starts, just the
     one he tells himself. But soon enough he can't stop with the pictures
     but with no one to send them to, he does the next best thing. He
     makes a Tumblr.
Notes
     This bit of work has not been looked over by a beta, so there may be
     a few flaws. Anyway, do enjoy. This ostt is 100% percent to blame for
     this story: http://sleepy-skittles.tumblr.com/post/130582237552/
     jackson-starts-takes-dick-pics-in-college-he
It begins one bright Sunday evening. When Jackson’s bored and horny, lazily
stroking the length of his cock beneath fading rays of lights streaming in
through his bedroom window. He takes the first picture of his dick, stiff and
leaking against the hard expanse of his abs and fuck, it looks great. The
lighting is just right, there’s a pearly dribble of precum dangling
precariously from the tip of his cock just above his belly button. It’s a damn
good picture, in Jackson’s not so humble opinion.
So naturally, he takes more pictures.
Some are simple dick pics, mostly just because those require the least amount
of work and he just really wants to cum. This isn’t to say he give it some
degree of effort, over the next few days Jackson finds himself becoming more
and more obsessed with the process. He buys a few extra things for lighting, he
purchases a couple pillows to add a little ambiance to the background. Soon
enough his phone’s camera is no longer sufficient for what he wants. He
actually does some research online before finally deciding on a high end Nikon
camera as well as a timer, a stand, and two extra lenses.
Unsurprisingly his parents don’t even notice his excess spending, it isn’t like
they much attention things as they are. For awhile it's just fun, and in a few
weeks time he has enough photos to the point that he has to buy a few flash
drives just to keep them all. Because he really can’t bring himself to delete
any of those he actually likes, he’s built up a substantial collection. Most
are of him in various spots around his home but he couldn’t resist the thrill
of taking a few beyond the privacy of his home. Some in public bathrooms, some
in back alleys, in dimly lit movie theaters and others when he just strips down
in places where it's too perfect to pass up.
The problem he realizes , much later as he admires his handiwork and his
newfound photography skills is painfully obvious. He has absolutely no one to
share them with.
Which is a shame because these are some grade A dick pics, at least Jackson
thinks so and needless to say he has to be right. While his time in London has
been nice, he hasn’t found anyone to date but it’s not like he’s been looking
that much either.
His parents were still under the impression that he wanted to move because of
things with Lydia. And that was perfectly fine, he didn’t think they’d react to
their son’s new found werewolfism too well. Even less about his brief stint as
an overgrown homicidal lizard controlled by a bitchy teenager and then a
genocidal old man, that he intended to tell them. Lydia, he found during the
first few months of their relationship did not appreciate dick pics in the
slightest.
Not that it would be the least bit appropriate to send to her, given the way
things had ended the last time he was in Beacon Hills. Now as much as Jackson
enjoyed looking at them, he finds it almost selfish that no one else gets to
see such magnificent pictures. So after a little deliberation he decides to set
up a Tumblr account and uploads his pictures there.
On Tumblr he goes by the name TheOmegaJ, briefly Jackson sees the irony in it
but chooses to ignore the need for the pack he left behind. It comes as no
surprise that he gets a near immediate surplus in followers, who are all too
eager to tell him exactly what they like to do to him. Jackson has always known
he meets most the ridiculous standards for what’s widely considered attractive
but reminders are always welcome. Given he knows next to nothing about about
the site other how to upload and caption, he decides to give Danny a call.
Danny’s completely unfazed, which comes to Jackson as a bit of a
disappointment. “I kind of already knew anyway.”
“What do you mean you already knew!?” He practically screams into his cell,
pacing the length of his room in nothing but pink jockstrap. He’d planned a
small shoot for the evening.
“Unlike you Jackson, I actually like to keep up with old friends.”
“I’ve been gone for two years, we’re not old men drinking a beer in some cheap
depressing bar.”
Danny chuckles and it’s a sound that Jackson didn’t realize he’d missed so much
“well don’t you paint a lovely picture. Sure as hell take one.” At that he
hears the unmistakable sound of a clicking keyboard and suddenly his desktop
powers on, opening a browser to his Tumblr page.
“Dude, have you been watching me?”
“I did say I was keeping in contact.”
“You have us all tapped don’t you?” If he were honest, Jackson found it amusing
and he couldn’t really blame him. McCall and his little friends had been
keeping secrets practically from the beginning of freshman year, Jackson had
done no better down the road. He did notice as he watched his desktop screen
that his Tumblr was suddenly looking a lot sleeker, with a dark blue tinting to
its edges. “Thanks I guess.”
“No problem, try not to be a stranger.” Danny allowed him back control of his
computer “also just for the record, you should keep your webcam covered. Pink
is a good color on you though.” Jackson could hear the smile in his voice, so
he stood and flexed a little to be rewarded with an outright roar of laughter.
“You’re still not my type, Jackson.”
“I’m everyone’s type dude,” it was really good to hear Danny’s voice again
“hey, did you keep any of the pictures?” At that he was met with a terse
silence “thanks for proving my point, take care Danny.” He almost regrets that
he and Danny never fooled around but he’s also thankful, he wouldn’t trade
their friendship for anything. However, it did make him wonder what kinds of
things Danny was seeing from the others back ho-back in Beacon Hills.
Whatever, it didn’t matter. Not like any of them other than Lydia cared that he
was gone. Jackson pretended that this didn’t bother him, he pretended that he
didn’t hate how lonesome he felt a thousand miles away from his hometown. He
shakes these thoughts from his mind and starts setting up for his shoot, better
not to think about it. Over the first month since he began the blog, he already
has some three hundred followers and it’s a number that growing daily. It gets
to he has to turn off notifications on his phone, a bittersweet price for his
building growth of internet notoriety.
Jackson’s careful with the pictures. Making sure each one is up to a certain
standard, he even checks out a few other blogs from some other guys who also
exclusively upload themselves. He particularly enjoys one called
ColorSlashMotion, something about the guy’s body and the obvious thought behind
his cinematography that Jackson both admires and appreciates. He keeps his face
out of the pictures he uploads, any featuring his face are kept exclusively for
Jackson’s own personal collection.
The closest he allows are those featuring his lips. His most popular post is in
fact one of him bent forward with the tip of his cock nestled between his lips,
a smirk evident in the corners of his mouth. This particular display of
flexibility he hadn’t been capable of before becoming a Kanima, then reverting
to a werewolf. One of the very few things that made the whole ordeal worth it.
Being a blue eyed omega wasn’t exactly safe. The local pack that ran most of
London chose to ignore him but only after they determined that he wasn’t a
threat. This they did apparently with some checking around, after an awkward
Skype call with Scott and more importantly the only sane surviving Hale. He was
given a pass to roam the streets of London so long as he didn’t cause any
trouble, it was a abundantly clear that he was not welcome among their pack.
Jackson brushed this off with usual air of nonchalance but he couldn’t deny the
truth forever, even if he want a pack. He wouldn’t have one here.
Its bittersweet but it’s the most a lone wolf has any right to ask for.
Therefore, he chooses to focus on other things, anything really but mainly his
blog. It was welcomed distraction, beautiful as London was, Jackson didn’t see
the point in exploring it alone. As such, Jackson spends most of his time at
home, which is fine since he normally had the place to himself anyway. The blog
helps in some weird way, he doesn’t feel quite so alone when it comes to the
various likes and reblogs as they work in an odd tandem of reassurance. It
shows, even if it is only motivated by desire, that a least some cares that
he’s still alive.
A lot of the asks however, he could do without. Though there is something to be
said about their vivid imagination, a quality he almost envies. Things come to
a crescendo when he gets an unusually curious ask that reads ‘So this is what
you’ve been up to in London, huh? Gotta say, I approve’. It freaks him out more
than he’s comfortable with, it’s from someone going by TrustNotTheFox. The
thought that anyone back home would run across Jackson’s blog, let alone
recognize him, hadn’t occurred to him even once. Danny already knew and it
definitely wouldn’t say anything, which begs the question who is it?
Okay, it actually wasn’t to hard to guess.
It had to be Stiles, who else would be looking at naked guys on Tumblr? Jackson
put the ask aside and clicked the link for TrustNotTheFox and oh yeah, that was
most definitely Stilinski. It was clearly a porn blog, miscellaneous pics and
videos featuring guys and girls alike and Jackson is mildly surprised to see
plenty of Stiles. With a click on the ‘me’ tag’ he quickly finds that unlike
himself, Stiles has no qualms whatsoever showing his face along with his body.
And holy shit, Stiles had really filled out a lot better than Jackson would
have expected from the lanky idiot he’d known. He’d grown out his hair, not a
bad look for him and damn, he actually had muscles and a tempting little happy
trail. He was still gangly and his lithe form was littered with a few half
healed bruises, probably from whatever ridiculous creature they’d been dealing
with at the time. Also he had abs, Jackson couldn’t fucking believe it. He
found he couldn’t stop looking through the various posts, Stiles’ slender
fingers curled tantalizingly around his full, thick cock. A sight Jackson
suddenly developed quite an interest in. As if in defiance of his will, Jackson
felt his own cock growing hard in his boxers and his hand absentmindedly
drifting to the hem of his boxers.
“No fucking way” he said yanking his hand back as if he’d been burned “I am not
jerking off to goddamn Stilinski!” Yet he kept scrolling, past Stiles on all
fours his spread and pink hole bared for all to see. He scrolled past Stiles
back against his bed smiling lewdly at the camera, his cock spent and wet and
his sinful lips painted with own seed. Jackson stopped however, at the sight of
a familiar mop of dark hair and taut shoulders buried between Stiles’ legs.
Jackson froze because that was most certainly Scott McCall current Alpha of
Beacon Hills.
Stiles has his head thrown back in obvious delight, his fingers tangled in
Scott’s hair with the Alpha’s own hand on his wrist practically demanding the
touch. Jackson’s cock springs free from his boxers with ease, he’s got his
arching cock in his grip before he can even process the motion. He wonders for
moment when the two finally got their shit together and starting dating as he
begins to stroke himself in earnest. He keeps scrolling and finds more and more
posts of the two together in various positions, Scott never showing his face
but Stiles doing so with total abandon. Somehow Jackson’s not surprised that
Scott’s camera shy.
There are a ton of the two. Several pics featuring Stiles back against the
wall, hands desperately gripping Scott’s ass as he swallows his cock. It’s a
testament to his willpower that he doesn’t cum the instant he sees a gif of
Stiles bouncing happily on Scott’s cock, in what seems to be a perfect loop.
Jackson hasn’t quite figured out how to make gifs yet. He might not have always
been fond of the two but he’d suspected they’d look good together, and they
definitely didn’t fall short of his expectations. Jackson grips himself harder
running his thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the warmth there as he
feels the impending surge of his building orgasm embarrassingly soon.
He curses under his breathe, because there sitting on his screen is a lone
video in Stiles’ Tumblr feed. A part of him doesn’t want to click it, he’s
known these two dweebs for about as long as he could remember. They were
acquaintances at best, even after saving his life they hadn’t gotten any
closer. Though it could be said that he’d pushed them away, just like he did
with everyone else who actually seemed to care.
A click and the video begins to play.
Jackson nearly came right then. The sound alone was the stuff that wet dreams
were made of, the simple slap of flesh against flesh as Stiles fucked deep into
his best friend. Scott had his face buried in a pillow but it does nothing to
stifle his every moan, every whimper, each utterance of Stiles’ name as if a
were the most sacred of prayers. Stiles leaned forward, thrusting smoothly into
Scott as he loomed over him and ran his hand along the Alpha’s back. “You like
that?” Jackson shivered as Stiles spoke, his amber eyes glazed over with lust
“you love having my cock in you, don’t you babe?” Dear god, Stilinski should
not be this hot to him.
“Fuck yes!” To punctuate this Scott slammed his back, desperately seeking
contact and was rewarded with a breathless groan from Stiles in
response.”Please, please I’m almost…”
“Shh, don’t worry.” Stiles murmured lovingly leaning closer to nibble on
Scott’s ear, which brought about an immediate response. “I’ve got you, buddy.”
Whatever camera they’re using isn’t the best quality, it’s more than a little
blurry but Jackson definitely sees the moment Stiles starts pumping his hips
faster. Suddenly his hand is in Scott’s hair and Stiles yanks hard, just enough
until Scott’s face is revealed. It’s gone almost too quickly to catch but he’s
certain he saw Scott’s eyes burn red before receding to their natural color.
Jackson’s own eyes spark bright blue in response.
“Stiles.” Barely even a whisper, more like a plea Scott drives himself back
into Stiles. Both little more than a blur of pale and dark skin, a practiced
sort of intimacy in the way they move against one another. Scott rises until
his back is flush against Stiles’ chest, so much for being camera shy and damn,
Scott was fucking hung.
Jackson couldn’t tear his eyes away from Scott’s cock leaking wildly as long,
slender fingers close around his thick shaft from behind. “Cum for me.” It was
a command, plain and simple but Scott was more than happy to comply spilling
his seed with a growl that was nothing short of feral. It proved too much,
Jackson came harder than ever before, eyes snapping closed and with one last
tug his load splattered against his chest and neck. He felt it resonate down in
his very core and by the time, for a moment he could only sit and bask in the
afterglow. By the time he opened his eyes, the evidence of Stiles’ own orgasm
was painted across a hunched over Scott’s back.
The image froze with the lanky teen’s cock rubbing gently between Scott’s
spread checks, Jackson took a moment to gather himself. With what little
strength remained he grabbed his phone, swiped up a bit of his cum bringing the
filthy digit to his lips and sucked. *Snap* It wasn’t one of his better
pictures but it was definitely one of the few to feature the entirety of his
face, which was fine. It wasn’t for the blog after all. Thankful for once, that
he’d never deleted their numbers Jackson sent the picture off to Scott and
Stiles with the message “All your fault, dweebs. Decent blog, btw.” He’s out of
his chair after snapping a few more pics, the likes of which will be made blog
ready with a little editing and then heads off to the shower.
It’s not long after he’s fresh and clean, stepping out of the bathroom with a
toweling hanging low from his waist that he spies his cell. It blinks
rhythmically, seems he has a message; two messages he sees upon closer
inspection.
From Stiles: Oh fuck, I didn’t click anon, did I? Could’ve sworn I did but I’ll
super glad I didn’t, never thought I’d be getting a dick pic from you, dude.
Not that I’m complaining, cause like wow but you’re still a douche-bag! Even if
you are a douche-bag with a really nice cock >.>
The text goes on for much longer, Stiles all but rambling his way through a
dozen awkward innuendos about high school. That was expected, it actually made
Jackson laugh, god he actually missed the damn knucklehead. Scott’s message in
comparison was a lot shorter.
From Scott: Okay, that’s really hot. Also Stiles just told me you liked his
blog, yeah we kinda stumbled across yours by accident. I recognized you, seeing
you shirtless in locker room finally came in handy I guess. It seems a little
weird given all we’ve been through, doesn’t it? I hope things are going well in
London, believe it or not I actually miss having you around. You know you can
talk to me if you ever need to, right?
And that, that was a lot more than he deserved. Jackson had been nothing but
hateful to Scott and Stiles, yet still Scott missed him? Stiles brushed off
that they’d now seen each other’s junk in action and talking to him like there
were what? Friends? No, they weren’t friends but maybe they could be given time
and that was something Jackson was actually willing to work for. He went
sauntered back to his room and flopped down on his bed, he started at his
phone’s screen and contemplated what to say next. Jackson was good at a lot of
things, talking in an open and honest manner was not one of them. This felt
like a moment he wanted to remember but Jackson wasn’t sure how to approach it.
Scott and Stiles had fought quite literally against all odds to keep him alive,
at the very least he could open up to them.
He lounged back against the mound of pillows behind him, Jackson smiled for
what felt like the first time in ages. Scott and Stiles, these were people he
could trust. Yeah, he could do this.
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