Chapter 4

Not even 10 minutes after Jackson hung up the phone, Danny had already arrived at Jackson's house, letting himself in through the front door. Jackson didn't get up from the table to greet him, not that he even needed to, considering Danny was practically part of his family.

"Woah dude, you look freaked. What's on your mind?" Danny asked, sitting down in the chair across the table from Jackson. He completely ignored the need for a 'Hello' before jumping the gun, but Jackson was used to it. Danny never really liked to beat around the bush.

"Nothing… nothing!" Jackson quickly replied, "I mean, it's nothing big, I just really wanted to ask you something?"

"Come on, there's no way it isn't serious. Your jaw is clenched so hard that it might actually fall off… you weren't even this nervous when you asked Lydia out. Just spill it."

Jackson took a deep breath. He had to ease his way into this conversation. He opened up his mouth to ask "How do you know if someone likes you back?" but instead he blurted out "How did you know you were gay?"

Danny looked mildly shocked by the question, but his expression soon turned back to normal. "I don't know dude, it really was kind of a slow realization. I guess I just found myself looking more at guys than I did at girls."

"Was there any specific guy who caused you to realize it?" Jackson's brain to mouth filter had obviously taken the day off because before he could even realize what he was saying, the question was already out in the open.

Now Danny's expression was definitely one of pure amusement. "Not really, I mean it was a big step for me when I admitted that I had a crush on another guy, but before that I always kind of had a feeling."

Jackson just leaned back against the chair and let out a deep breath.

"Why are you asking me this now?" Danny asked.

Shit, shit, shit, fuck, Jackson wasn't really expecting that. Well obviously he was expecting it but not until he had a significant amount of time to come up with a good reason. But now here he is, sitting face to face with his gay best friend about being gay and he has no cover story.

Not that Jackson was worried about Danny of all people judging him for being gay. He was mostly just freaking out because he wasn't even sure if he was gay? Why even bring it up if there was no possibility? But then Jackson remembered those times he'd thought about kissing Stiles and decided that was definitely a possibility. Definitely.

Danny was just staring at him, and suddenly Jackson remembered that he'd asked him a question. Well, here goes nothing.

"Because I think I might be gay…" Jackson began, "and I think I might like someone."

Out of all the reactions he'd been expecting, Jackson most definitely did not expect Danny to laugh. Not that it was mean-spirited laughter, but still. Laughter was really not what he had in mind. Jackson's brow furrowed as he glared at Danny.

Danny finally stopped chucking and simply said, "Sorry bro, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at all those girls who are going to be so disappointed once they find out Jackson Whittemore is now playing for the other team." Jackson continued to glare at him.

"Look, as much as I'd love to keep you entertained at my own expense, I could probably use some advice?" Jackson snapped.

"Oh, looks like you've already got the sassy attitude. Maybe those girls won't be that upset after all. Every girl does want a sassy gay friend!" Danny laughed at himself.

"Danny!" Jackson was beginning to get frustrated, but he wasn't willing to kick Danny out, not when he needed his advice.

"Alright, alright, sorry," Danny cleared his throat before asking, "So are you gonna tell me who it is? Or am I going to have to guess, because you know how much I hate guessing."

Jackson flushed and put his head into his hands. He mumbled, "Stiles". Danny snorted. Jackson's head shot up from his hands. "What?!" he practically growled.

"Shit, nothing. I just didn't peg you as the type to like someone so energetic or so… friendly. Honestly he might be good for you, maybe he'll get you to be more amicable," Danny replied.

"Fuck you! I'm friendly!" Jackson retorted.

"Yeah, as friendly as a pack of rabid wolves," Danny said simply.

Jackson stilled. Shit, am I really that bad? He thought. No wonder Stiles barely wants to talk to me, he probably thinks I'm about to kick his ass every time I see him.

Danny noticed his obvious distress. "Jacks, I'm just kidding, you're not a terrible human being. Just a little douchey," he said with a smile.

"Whatever man, we'll point out my personality flaws later, but I could really use your help." Jackson just wanted answers.

"Okay well, for starters, I really don't think you're gay," Danny began. Jackson let out a noise of confusion. "Yeah, you heard me. You did have a yearlong relationship with Lydia, and even before that, you were practically trying to hook up with every single girl in school."

"Yeah but-"

"Stop. I know what you're gonna say. Things change and obviously you've gotten feelings for Stiles. But just because he's a guy it doesn't make you gay. You could just like him. Just because you like one guy, it doesn't mean you like them all. Besides, why does it matter if you're gay or not? You should just be able to have feelings for whoever makes you happy, and that's all that matters."

Jackson just stared at Danny, mouth hanging open. Fucking leave it to Danny to blow his mind with his words of wisdom.

"Yeah, I know, I'm awesome. I used to watch a lot of Dr. Phil with my mom back in the day, I guess the wisdom just comes to me sometimes," Danny explained.

"Uh, yeah… Thanks bro, it means a lot."

Danny smiled. "No problem! Now that we've settled that, wanna let me kick your ass in Gears of War?"

This was going to be a long afternoon.

It was around 11 that night when Jackson finally got Danny to stop killing him on Xbox and go home. Jackson's parents told Danny he was more than welcome to stay over, but he politely refused, knowing Jackson was going to have to do some hardcore thinking tonight.

Jackson mulled Danny's advice over in his head. Of course he wanted to be with someone that made him happy. He just wanted to make sure Stiles was into it as well.

In a moment of bravery, he picked up his phone and texted Stiles. Hey, thanks for all the help today. Simple enough.

He put his phone down on his nightstand so he wouldn't accidentally crush it while waiting for a reply… if he even got one.

A few minutes later, his phone vibrated. One new text message.

Hi! It's alright, always glad to help.

Jackson waited a minute or two before replying. He couldn't look too desparate. Sorry I'm not so good at fractals.

The reply came quicker than the last one. I'm sure you're pretty good at everything else though, so I think it's alright.

Jackson's mouth instantly went dry. Everything… else… was he talking about…? Jackson shook his perverted thoughts out of his head. The last thing he needed was to get turned on over a vague compliment.

He quickly typed out his reply. Yeah well, practice makes perfect. Cockiness seemed to work previously, so hopefully he gets a similar result now.

The reply was almost instant. Haha of course you live by that motto. Should have seen that coming. It's good advice though, I could probably use more practice in some areas.

I'll help you with anything you'd like to work on… if you want.

Anything?

This time Jackson couldn't stop himself. All of the perverted thoughts came rushing in at once and, God, they were so good. Picturing himself kissing Stiles, moving his own lips over Stiles' slightly chapped ones, showing him the way he likes his lips bitten and the way he likes to be touched… it was utterly overwhelming. By the time Jackson came back to reality, he was painfully hard.

Yeah. Jackson replied, trying to play it cool, like he wasn't seconds away from jerking off to the thought of Stiles.

Jackson pulled down his boxers and gripped his dick. He groaned at the touch. He wasn't going to last very long. All of the fantasies fueling him were so vivid, it's like they were actually happening. He needed to come, now. Jackson began to stroke himself at faster pace that he usually did, but if he were to go any slower, he was positive he would burst into flames.

His phone vibrated and he opened the text, without stopping his hand's death-grip on his cock.

Can't wait.

That's all it took before Jackson was coming, shooting all over his hand and stomach. He groaned as his orgasm subsided and he finally let go of his softening dick. He got up out of his bed and walked to his bathroom to clean himself up.

Once he wiped all the cum off, he turned off the lights and got back into bed. Jackson could feel himself drifting off to sleep.

That night, he dreamed of a boy with pale, mole-spotted skin, buzzed hair, and the most perfect lips he'd ever seen.

Hi guys! Thank you SO so much for keeping up with the story and reviewing and such! I hope you guys like this chapter, it's kinda my first time writing anything smutty so I could totally use some guidance if anyone's willing to give me pointers! Again thank you so much and I hope you liked it! Please review xox mags