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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Isaac_Lahey/Jackson_Whittemore
  Character:
      Jackson_Whittemore, Isaac_Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Rimming, Isaac_Has_Issues, Jackson_Has_Issues, Pre-Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-12 Words: 1576
****** The Waters off Beautiful Nausset ******
by Cerberusia
Summary
     "So I was wondering if you'd be interested in rimming me," says
     Jackson, and Isaac actually chokes. The question is largely formality
     - of course Isaac's going to be into Jackson, because everyone's into
     Jackson. He just needs to check that the ass-licking part is okay.
     (Pre-Series, Jackson and Isaac are 14, though no less full of
     Issues).
Notes
     For a prompt at the TW Kink Meme left AGES ago that wanted Jackson/
     Isaac and rimming. The title is from Sylvia Plath's 'Daddy', has
     nothing to do with the fic (apart perhaps from mentions of child
     abuse) but a) it's marvellous, go listen to Plath reciting it on
     YouTube at once, and b) I have been trying to think of a title from
     this damn fic for several days and it's just not happening. Even
     Neruda has failed me. So, Plath.
The best thing about Isaac, Jackson thinks, is that he does as he's told.
See, Jackson's found some stuff he wants to try out, and Danny keeps insisting
that Jackson isn't his type (which is a total lie, but Jackson's keeping quiet
for the sake of their friendship), leaving him with no-one to try it out with.
He's not close enough friends with anyone else to ask them, and sadly it's not
something an ingeniously-crafted vibrator can mimic.
And then he sees the light in one of the rooms in the house across from his,
and he gets an idea. He's not friends with Isaac by any means - barely knows
him in fact - but maybe that's what he needs. He knows that Isaac's quiet, on
the lacrosse team, and regularly gets yelled at and the shit kicked out of him
by his dad, who doesn't come home until late on Wednesdays, usually leaving
Isaac locked out. He remembers an older brother - Cameron or something - but he
fucked off as soon as he got out of high school and Jackson hasn't seen him
since. Not surprising on the outside, but having seen how protective he was of
Isaac, Jackson thinks his disappearance is a bit weird. Fuck, maybe Mr. Lahey
killed him and hid the body - he does work at the cemetary. There was his mom
too, but Jackson barely saw her. Now she definitely is dead - Jackson wasn't
very old at the time, but he remembers the adults talking about 'that dreadful
business'. Neither Isaac nor his brother came to school for two weeks; rumour
said it was suicide, a hanging, and the older brother was the one who found
her.
As far as Jackson's concerned, he knows more than enough about Isaac. So, one
Wednesday when Isaac's sitting on the porch doing what looks like homework,
waiting for his dad to get back, Jackson is able to casually wander across the
road and say, with perfect poise,
"So I was wondering if you'd be interested in rimming me," and Isaac actually
chokes. Well, at least he doesn't have to ask if Isaac knows what rimming is.
The question is largely formality - of course Isaac's going to be into Jackson,
because everyone's into Jackson. He just needs to check that the ass-licking
part is okay.
"Are you serious?" Isaac asks once he's got his breath back.
"Deadly." Isaac's looking at him like he thinks this is a joke, like he thinks
Jackson is trying to make a fool of him. Which is probably fair, but not
conducive to Jackson getting his ass licked. "C'mon, I'm serious. You want to,
right?" Isaac blushes up to his ears. "So that's a yes, then. What are you
waiting for? An engraved invitation? A kiss? Because I'm not kissing you." He
pauses. "Especially not after you've licked my ass."
Isaac chews his lip briefly, then drops his eyes and says,
"Fine. Where?"
Jackson has no idea what he's said to finally convince him, but he's not gonna
look a gift horse in the mouth.
"My place." He turns around without waiting for Isaac to respond - and, as
predicted, it only takes a couple of seconds for him to hear the sounds of
Isaac scrambling up off the porch to follow him.
As soon as they get to Jackson's room, Jackson kicks off his shoes and strips
off his shirt. Isaac hovers nervously in the doorway. Jackson gets off his
pants and underwear and raises an eyebrow at him. He doesn't look like he's
going to make the first move any time soon, or even take off his clothes, so
Jackson sighs and takes him by the wrist to tow him towards the bed. Isaac's
tall but skinny, his height advantage useless against Jackson's weight, and he
goes without a fight. Like he's used to being dragged around.
Jackson decided days ago that the best way to do this is with him on his back -
not as easy access as if he were on all fours, but he'll get more control. He
quite likes the idea of yanking on Isaac's hair. So he lies down as gracefully
as he can manage and gestures Isaac over. Isaac hesitantly settles himself on
his stomach between Jackson's bent knees, propping himself up on his elbows as
he awaits further intstruction. Jackson rolls his eyes. Does he have to do
everything himself?
"What, you forgotten what we're doing here? Get on with it, for god's sake."
Isaac flinches a little, then hurriedly complies, placing his hands on
Jackson's thighs and ducking to lick, rather shyly, first his perineum, then
his ass. The delicate touch actually tickles a little, and Jackson is about to
complain when Isaac continues by pressing his tongue against the hole more
firmly. Better, Jackson thinks, and lets him get on with it.
It's still very tentative at first - ugh, he should have picked someone who
wasn't a total virgin - but when Jackson doesn't pull him away, Isaac gets
bolder. Still licking around the hole, he lets his tongue start to catch on the
rim. Hot sparks abruptly flare in Jackson's belly, and he takes a sharp breath.
Isaac stills, tensing.
"Keep going," says Jackson. His voice is croakier than he'd like. But Isaac
does, dragging his tongue over the hole harder and harder. It feels weirder the
more Isaac's tongue presses inside him, but it also feels good. He's not
gagging for it or anything, but his cock is hard against his stomach, twitching
occasionally when Isaac licks a particularly good spot.
Then Isaac's tongue really starts to penetrate him, a good couple of
centimetres slipping into his ass, and Jackson's dick gets very interested.
He's fingered himself before, of course, and it was good, though too much
effort to make every time he jerks off, but it couldn't have prepared him for
this. Isaac's tongue is hot and wet and mobile, and looked at objectively it's
disgusting, but he's not thinking objectively any more because he's got a
tongue in his ass.
"Keep doing that," he says, his voice strained, and starts jerking his cock,
two fingers and thumb moving the foreskin back and forth over the head. Isaac
does as he's told, obviously happier now he's been given explicit directions.
God, Jackson bets he could get Isaac to do anything - look how easy it was to
get him here, licking Jackson's ass. Jackson hadn't even offered to get him off
in return.
Jackson starts moving his hips, just a little, in tight circles, grinding his
ass into Isaac's face, and Isaac's fingers dig harder into Jackson's thighs as
he really goes for it, nose bumping Jackson's perineum. Jackson can't tell if
he's enjoying it, per se, but for whatever reason he seems pretty enthusiastic.
Jackson thinks he can feel his blunt, bitten-down fingernails pressing into his
skin, and he likes it. He clenches his hands tight in the sheets, skin sparking
with pleasure.
Jackson considers it a matter of courtesy not to come in Isaac's hair: it
spatters on his stomach instead, hips rising and falling sharply, fucking his
fist, Isaac clinging on the whole time.
Isaac stops licking, but Jackson has to tug firmly on his hair before he comes
up from between Jackson's thighs. His lips are red, and he looks slightly
dazed. Judging by the way he's shifting around, he definitely enjoyed it.
Now, if at this point Isaac had suggested that Jackson engage in some kind of
reciprocity, he's high enough on endorphins that he wouldn't object to giving
an amiable handjob. It wouldn't be such a hardship. But Isaac stays silent,
cuts his eyes to the side, and it's painfully obvious that he's awaiting his
cue to go. So Jackson gives him it:
"You're better than I thought you'd be. The door's unlocked." Isaac all but
flees the room, closing the door behind him. One of his long sleeves has ridden
up, and Jackson sees a flash of a bruise on his forearm before he vanishes from
sight.
Come drying on his stomach, Jackson listens to his unfamiliar footsteps on the
stairs and wonders idly what's got him in such a hurry when his dad's not due
back for another half-hour. But only briefly: he's got plans to make to hang
out with Danny and impress Lydia Martin and generally have a life which doesn't
involve Isaac at all.
That said, Isaac is at least usually in the background: someone Jackson is
vaguely aware of, hanging around on the periphery. But for a fortnight
afterwards, he's strangely aware that Isaac seems to have absented himself from
Jackson's life: they don't have classes together, but they don't even pass in
the hall. At practice, Isaac is curly hair and the back of a jersey, his face
always turned away, like how small children do that thing like I can't see you
so you can't see me. It's fucking weird, is what it is, but after a couple of
weeks Isaac stops whatever freakout he's been having, things go back to normal
and Jackson stops thinking about him at all.
(Jackson never does find out what the issue was. But before his parents take
him to the East Coast, far away from Beacon Hills, he sees the way Isaac
sometimes looks at Derek and Scott, when they're not looking back, both longing
and wary, and the uncomfortable flash of recognition makes his tongue taste
sour).
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