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Jackson is naked; the sweat glistening on his body, sliding down under the leather collar around his neck, as he holds himself still; his erection curving up towards his abdomen. He will not move; he will not come; he will make his Dom proud.
His Dom is sprawled out on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. He has been edging him for, he can’t remember; he’s lost track of the time.
Jackson blinks and his Dom is standing at his side, unnaturally fast, his golden amber eyes shining as he leans towards Jacksons’ neck; Jackson turns his head to allow him access, his Dom’s tongue licking at the sweat around the collar. His claws ghosting up over Jackson’s abs; and over his ass.
“Please,” Jackson barely breathes; his voice lost in his need, his body nearly vibrating with it.
“Please what Jacks?” the timbre of his Dom’s voice against his throat, lowered with his lust, making Jackson shiver, “Tell me what you want Jackson, tell me what my sub needs.”
“To please you Sir; to make you proud,” Jackson babbles out his needs and desires, his Dom’s fangs scraping along the skin exposed above his collar, “I need you to fuck me, to tie to me with your knot, to fill me and make me come.”
“Come for me Jackson.”
“Thank you Sir, thank you Scott.”
Jackson starts awake in shock; the sheet stuck to his groin and abdomen by the cooling evidence of his obedience to his dream.
“Fuck,” the exclamation whispered as he drops his head back onto the pillow; running his hands through his hair as the thoughts run through his mind.
“Why the fuck would I submit to McCall?”
“Knot? WTF? Does becoming a werewolf give guys freaky junk? I should be glad that Derek’s bite didn’t work, lousy second-rate alpha.”
“Why am I even thinking about this?”
But Jackson does know why. He knows what happened at school, and why Scott McCall is the Dom he fantasised of.
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Previous Day – Beacon Hills High School
His life just isn’t how it’s supposed to be; in one day Jackson Whittemore has gone from being top of the school social hierarchy to somewhere on the D-list. So okay, it isn’t really in one day as the Dom/sub assessment and letter was a few weeks ago, but it’s only now that they are back at school that everybody’s results are becoming known. And okay so it isn’t so much that his life isn’t how it’s supposed to be, he is a submissive he’s accepted that, sort of, but do his so-called friends, ex-friends, have to be so shitty about it. Well Danny isn’t treating him any differently, and that makes things bearable, mostly.
Finding out McCall wasn’t in the ‘Submissive 101’ class, or the ‘General Dom/sub Studies 102’, but in the ‘Dominant 101’ was kick where it hurts; and not hurts in a good way… did he really just think that, no, just no. Finding out McCall was one of the highest assessed Dominants in their school for this year was… he doesn’t know what because it can’t be true, he’s having a nightmare or slipped into an alternate universe.
Of course in ‘Sub101’ you can see most of the other subs eyes bug-out when he enters the class, especially Stilinski and Lahey; and the only seat left would be next to Stilinski.
The day doesn’t get any better when he gets to lacrosse practice; the one thing he had been looking forward to, where it wouldn’t matter that he was a submissive, what would matter was his ability on the pitch. Really, he should have known better.
The coach calls him into his office; some of the other players feel that it would be better for the team if McCall was captain, on his own; they don’t think that having a submissive for co-captain would be good for the team morale. His first thought is that this is McCall’s fault, he’s pressured the coach into this; but then he remembers that McCall wasn’t in the locker room when he entered, it was his so-called friends, the ex-friends.
When McCall does arrive, late, and is informed of the change his reaction is not what Jackson expected. He doesn’t accept the captaincy; he insists that Jackson is reinstated as co-captain; that the team needs his tactical skills and planning; he threatens to quit, causing the coach to back down and re-instate the co-captaincy. The team doesn’t have that many good players and if they want to maintain their previous performance they can’t afford to lose McCall.
Danny and Stilinski turn up after the event; from the way McCall wrinkles up his nose and glares at them you’d think they smelled like they hadn’t showered in weeks; Stilinski even looks sheepish; ,i>is he subbing for McCall? Why do you even care, you don’t, it’s none of your business.
After practice he and McCall are last to leave the pitch, and before getting back into the locker room have a pep talk from the coach; all no hard feelings, just trying to do what’s best for the team. McCall practically growls at Finstock that he should ‘remember he’s supposed to be the coach and shouldn’t let the other players with less talent make the bad decisions for him, he should make them on his own’, before he storms off. Jackson can’t help but smirk at McCall’s comment, really he can see the sentiment he meant, at the glare from the coach he casts he glance at the ground.
When he gets back to the locker room McCall is already in the showers; Danny is nowhere to be seen. Only some of the ex-friends are around. The four of them rush him, forcing him up against the lockers; the metal handles digging into his back.
The ringleader, Brett? Brian? Jackson wishes he’d actually bothered to at least remember the names of all the ‘friends’ that used to hang around with him when he was top of the social order, makes their thoughts clear.
“There is only one thing a submissive co-captain is good for; to see to the needs of his players,” he sneers; two of them start to try and force Jackson to his knees.
“I’ve no intention of submitting to any of you,” he protests trying to break free from the grasp of those holding him.
“You heard him,” they are all startled by the deep roar of a shout from behind them; as they turn to look Jackson can see over their shoulders; standing wrapped in towel is McCall, his hair slicked back and wet, and his body glistening from the shower. “Jackson has clearly told you that he doesn’t want to sub for you, he is not collared by you so I would say you should leave.”
Brett/Brian looks like he is about to tell McCall to mind his own business, but McCall’s whole demeanour is both assertive and dangerous. Jackson know he’s a werewolf, he can see the amber glint in his eye. The four back off, did they notice his eyes?. McCall gives them a warning as they leave, more of a threat, not to try this again; that they would be in trouble if something happened to any of the other players of the team.
As soon as they are out of the locker room McCall is there beside him. His eyes are almost completely wolfed out; Jackson is sure he is sniffing him, “are you sniffing me?”
“I’m just checking if you’re hurt, did they do anything to you?”
Jackson is sure that it’s concern that flickers across McCall’s face, “I’m fine thanks; but you know I can take care of myself, I’m not some ninety-eight pound weakling.”
The hurt look, as if he had just been slapped, flickers just as quickly, “I know you can take care of yourself, I was just trying to even the odds.”
McCall is gone by the time Jackson gets out of the shower. He feels the sudden emptiness, as if he’s lost something, something important; but he doesn’t know what.
He needs to call Danny and talk to him, he’ll help him figure it out; and he needs to find out where he’s been, why he was late for practice and left so abruptly.