Jackson's Laws

This is a repost of the first three chapters of Jackson's Laws as written by my best friend, Blooboy70. I won't go into the details but he left the board and I asked him if I could post these and take it from here, as I like what he had to write and wanted to see it continue. I have known him since college and he really is my best friend. Some people joke we are closer than lovers/brothers but without the romantic or genetic entanglements. Anyway, the first three chapters are from him and the remainder of the laws, which he drafted, will be mine to realize. He's still around and I asked, of course, if he would beta them and he said yes but he was done writing. So, in their original form, are the first three chapters. I hope you enjoy them, again, as I did when I read them as an anonymous reader. Chris, he said to say hello!

ORIGINAL AUTHOR: Blooboy70

SHOW: "Teen Wolf"

TIMELINE: Post Season 1 – Future

PREMISE: Like the Sheriff and Derek, Jackson has laws. They are rules he has set for himself and his mate Danny, as well as the rest of the pack, which in this AU includes Stiles, Derek, and Scott. Jackson is mated with Danny, as Stiles is mated to Derek. Scott is not yet mated. Takers? They are all wolves. Lydia and Allison aren't present.

CATEGORIZATION: SLASH; M/M; Stiles/Derek "Sterek", and Danny/Jackson "Dax"

DISCLAIMER: All characters and/or titles from the MTV show "Teen Wolf" are owned by said network entity and only this fictional storyline belongs to me. I am married to Derek Hale in my alternate universe mind; BlooboyLand. :D

CAUTION –M/M interaction.

A/N: This is a placeholder/teaser for Jackson's Laws.

BETA: hbrackett – thanks for all your help and input! Mwah! :*

Stiles bounced in his chair. He was absently chewing on a charcoal pencil, waiting for the professor to arrive. Danny sat next to him, patiently.

"I wonder what the model will look like?" Stiles asked. "Do you think he will be hot? I hope he's hot. He can't be like Derek-hot, well, because it's not Derek. Oh my God. Can you imagine if it was Derek? That would be like awwweeesoommme! What if he's old? Oh gross! Can you imagine if it's like some old pensioner who comes in here with a walker? I wonder how many miles they get on those tennis balls they have on them. Do you think-"

"STILES!" Danny yelled.

The class looked at the two of them, glaring at their noise.

Stiles looked over his pack mate and mouthed, "What? I'm just sayin'!"

Danny hissed back. "I know. You're always 'just saying' so please… stop saying. I am sure whoever it is will be fine. Just focus and remember we are doing this for fun."

"I know, I know. Sorry. I just want to be good at it. I really want to draw Derek and give it to him for our anniversary."

"I know," sighed Danny. "You already told me that. I think he will love it. Oh! Here comes the professor now, shhhh!"

Stiles narrowed his eyes at Danny and Danny winked back at him. Stiles smiled. He loved Danny. He couldn't be mad at him.

A shrill voice piped from the front of the room. A small woman who was quite eccentric looking stood at the front of the class, worrying a scarf in her wrinkled hands. She addressed them.

"Class, we have a special treat today. As you know we are moving on to figure drawing and today we are using a live model. I see some of you are wearing jackets or sweaters so you might want to remove them. Those of you with long sleeves might want to roll them up, and not just to keep the charcoal off them. Because the model will be nude we have raised the temperature just a bit to maintain his comfort. Now, this might be odd for some of you to see a nude male in this forum but I assure you, it is nothing to be ashamed of. The human body is a beautiful thing."

She pushed her glasses down the bridge of her nose with a bony finger and leveled her head to look directly over the tops of the chained cat-eye shaped rims.

"I will tolerate no comments. No rude remarks. No laughing or snickering. Anyone saying or acting in a manner that I deem unseemly or disrespectful will find themselves bounced out on their ears and will receive a failing grade for the semester. Act like a child, get treated as such."

The class murmured its dislike.

She raised a hand, eyes pressed closed and head slightly to the right. "I mean it. We are artists. For most of you, this is your first real art class, for others it's old hat. Either way, we are adults and professionals. The human form is not profane. Thoughts and words are. Not images."

She paused dramatically to let her words sink in.

"Now, take out your charcoal." Before Stiles could speak, she cut him off. "It's up to you if it's a Coates stick or a General Pencil. Just remember, like some of you saw with the fruit drawings…" she looked at Stiles bemused as he looked away, "…you can't erase it."

"As our model arrives he will walk to the front, remove his robe, and sit on the stool there on the stage. He will be wearing shoes so just disregard those. For this exercise we are looking for shadow and line not a complete form. You can leave facial features out as well as hands if you wish and focus on torso and limbs. Time to see if any of you were paying attention in anatomy class. Don't get ahead of yourselves, we have one hour left and we will continue on Friday."

The students heard the rear door to the class open and the model walked in. The class turned to see him. Stiles and Danny were each looking through their tackle boxes when they heard a gasp from the girl behind Stiles. They both turned and their jaws dropped. The model wasn't wearing a robe.

He was indeed wearing shoes, black Converse high-tops with no socks, 'Hot!' thought Danny, but the robe was nowhere to be seen. The model had on a black and white pair of briefs. Black fabric with white trim. On his pale, alabaster skin, they were striking. The white trim curved over his large crotch bulge outlining it in an obscene 'Y' and disappeared in between his thighs. The model had a cocky smirk on his face and the aroma of expensive cologne wafted into the room.

As the confident male runway-walked up the aisle even the professor was silent, her eyes bugged. Beneath the practiced dispassion of her chosen career, she was still after all, a woman.

The model had a cocky look on his face as he stopped at Stiles's table and reached over and stroked his perfectly manicured hand down the brown-haired boy's cheek.

The model smiled wide and turned 180 degrees, his tight, ample ass shifting in the black fabric. Stiles licked his lips unconsciously. The dark blond model leaned over Danny and cupped the boy's chin in his hand as he pressed into his mouth and kissed him hard but fast.

He turned and flashed his baby blues as the girl behind Stiles let out a whimper. She dropped the Arby's bag she was clutching. Not even the smell of the curly fries could break Stiles's shock.

The professor cleared her throat and the model whirled on his heels and resumed his walk to the stage emboldened. He climbed the step, his back still facing the crowd, and stopped, feet together. He turned to look over his shoulder and grinned a knowing grin as he hitched his thumbs into his white waistband. He blew Stiles a kiss as he bent at the waist taking the briefs down to his ankles, and righted himself to step out of the black briefs. He toed them up and caught them and threw them at Stiles, hitting him in the face.

"Mr. Whittemore, please!" the professor said throatily. "Now, um, yes, please take your place so we can begin."

"Anything you say, Kathryn," the gorgeous boy said with a wink as he smiled his best killer smile. He turned to face the class, his perfectly muscled torso and abdomen on display. His smooth and creamy skin was only dusted with a dark happy trail leading to his dark blond pubic hair.

They heard the Arby's bag fall a second time as he reached down and shifted his equally flawless penis to the center and arrange it over his naturally smooth large set of balls.

Danny's eyebrow rose as he saw the professor practically shredding the scarf still in her hands, her neck and face turning red.

"Class, please begin and no talking." She dabbed at her neck with the twisted silk and went to sit at her desk at the side of the room.

No one in the class moved. They were all just staring at what had just happened. Danny and Stiles just sat there looking at Jackson then at each other then back to Jackson. It was all Jackson could do to stifle a laugh.

They were snapped back to reality as the teacher banged her pointing stick against the blackboard. "Class, focus please. Time is wasting."

The class slowly began to put charcoal to paper as they took in the beautiful specimen of male they had to work from. Jackson saw Danny keep pressing into his crotch to adjust himself as he worked. Jackson could smell his arousal, as could Stiles.

"Dude! Not here!" he chastised quietly.

"I can't help it. I mean come on, it's Jackson."

Stiles rolled his eyes and smiled. "I know. Yes, he's hot and hung, and he's a flirt. Just remember why we're here. You can punish him later."

Jackson's ears perked up as his werewolf hearing caught their whispering over the scratching of the charcoal in the room. His cock pulsed almost imperceptibly but it did get a little bigger.

Stiles caught the scent of Jackson. He stuck his neck out at him, his eyes wide and mouth open. He mouthed at him. 'Dude, not here. Wait until we get back to the house.'

Jackson just sneered and said, quietly, "Fine."

The professor cleared her throat with a warning tone at the class.

As the class continued on without further interruption Danny looked over at Stiles who had managed, somehow, to get charcoal under his eye, on his forehead and up one arm, and what was that…

Danny looked up at Jackson and caught his eye and motioned with his eyes over at Stiles. Jackson didn't catch it at first and questioned Danny with his eyes with a slight frown. Danny, exasperated now, motioned with his head over to Stiles.

Jackson looked over at Stiles who was looking at his paper unaware he was being stared at.

Stiles caught a scent…of annoyance.

He looked up at Jackson who was sending him daggers with his eyes.

He pressed his lips together sheepishly and gingerly reached across the aisle and set the reason for Jackson's glare on Danny's desk. Danny took the item and stuffed it in his pocket and returned to his sketching, with a satisfied look on his face.

Stiles looked at Jackson apologetically and shrugged. Jackson just rolled his eyes and resumed his gaze for his pose.

Later that night, back at the pack house Jackson pulled out his smart phone at the dinner table. Derek, annoyed (as he didn't like phones when they were eating dinner), narrowed his eyes at him. Jackson quickly, but nervously, pushed the button and spoke into the phone. "Jackson's Law #7 – Jackson's underwear are not to be worn by other people on their head."

Derek's eyes widened as Stiles averted his eyes and played with a meatball on his plate as Jackson relayed the story.

Danny glared at Stiles, as did Derek and Jackson. Then they all laughed. Scott looked up from his plate with a mouth full of food, a spaghetti noodle hanging from his chin. "What did I miss?"

Reviews are requested. Thanks to my Beta, hbrackett.