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The plan was far from foolproof. Buying a frat house and posing the pack as some elite, elusive society to keep suspicion off of their backs probably wasn’t the best move. But when the pack - or most of them - were ready to go off to college, that was exactly what Derek did. None of the pack’s female members were down with the plan - Cora was back in South America, Lydia was off at a much more prestigious school, Malia was training at an auto shop back in Beacon Hills, and Kira was off exploring the world. But Jackson, Theo, Stiles, Danny, and Scott all went off to school with Derek as their alpha. Of the next generation, only Liam joined them, with Mason and Corey making the decision to split and go to a different school as well.
Surprisingly, though, it worked. No one thought too hard about always seeing them together, or the way things got wild around the house at the full moon. It was all chalked up to the routinely odd behavior of greek life and associated organizations. By the time that (most) of them were seniors, they’d adjusted well to all living together, too. It kept Derek content as alpha to have so much of his pack close, and the rest visiting when they could. He worked from the house, with only occasional travel needed, and it had really helped cement the pack structure.
Of course, Derek was nothing if not a fair alpha (after plenty of trial and error), so a rotation had been put in place for all of the pack members to mete out discipline over each other and Derek. The punishments were never anything terrible - over the knee spanking was most of their weapon of choice, though Theo had never quite lost his cruel streak and went for more embarrassment when he could - but it helped keep everyone in line and let everyone feel like they had equal power in the pack. Derek was in the rotation too - it wouldn’t do to let his betas and human pack members forget that he was the alpha - but tended to be the most reserved with his punishments. He had no desire to be viewed as a dictator, especially after his far-from-perfect initial run at being a pack alpha.
One of the biggest surprises of all had been just how close Stiles and Jackson ended up getting, though, to the point that they were on rotation together. It got to the point where they were never disciplining each other and always egging each other on, so Derek had made the executive decision that they had to share. Their closeness had resulted in plenty of teasing from the other pack members, too.
The one thing that was guaranteed to piss Stiles and Jackson off - Jackson more than Stiles, given how he cared about appearances - was by calling them by their portmanteau, Stackson. The others didn’t just do it to taunt them, though. It was a poorly kept secret that Stiles and Jackson had feelings for each other, but were both too goddamn stubborn to admit it. Despite schemes to set them up, both the kanima-turned-werewolf and human remained determined to stay single and pining.
Danny and Scott had it the worst, though, because as the respective best friends of Jackson and Stiles, they’d actually been hearing about the repressed feelings for years . Even when they were in high school and Stiles and Jackson ostensibly hated each other - really, it couldn’t have been more classic pigtail pulling - they’d confided in their friends about having feelings for each other. But year after year, they still wouldn’t talk to each other about it.
It was the last day of Stiles and Jackson’s turn for monthly discipline when the group chat flooded with messages referring to them as Stackson - including, most egregiously, one from Derek as well. Stiles and Jackson were supposed to be busy with class and extracurricular activities all day, which was why the pack must’ve thought they could get away with it, but they decided not to let it stand.
They didn’t start right away - instead, they hid in their rooms quietly and Stiles moved his Jeep up the street so it would look like he had left for the day. They talked a bit, but mostly texted each other, about how to exact their revenge. It was decided that Jackson would handle Scott and Liam while Stiles would handle Danny and Theo, and they’d tag team Derek later on, since he was away for work at the time.
Jackson knew that Scott didn’t have class until later in the day, and that he’d find him in his room cramming for an exam that he had. He knew Scott was on top of his studies, though, and that while his punishment would be an interruption, his packmate would do just fine. Still, he waited until he’d heard Scott return from a coffee break to the kitchen to go to his room.
There was no real way to sneak around once he was inside Scott’s room - yes, the rooms were magically soundproofed to protect their privacy, but opening the door popped that bubble. That’s why Jackson was quick to shut the door behind him to avoid alerting the others, even though it meant revealing himself to Scott, who looked up at him from the textbook he was reading.
Scott was lying on his bed on his stomach with his face buried in the book, which made Jackson grin. He was already in the perfect position for this to work. The other beta nodded at Jackson then looked back to his textbook as he asked, “What’s up, man? I’m in the middle of test prep.”
“Oh, I know,” Jackson replied, even as he approached the bed and yanked Scott’s pants and underwear down to his ankles. That definitely got Scott’s attention.
“What the hell, dude?!”
“You know what this is for,” was all Jackson said before he started swatting Scott’s ass at about medium strength. Scott squirmed and fought, but he did know what it was for, and it was Jackson and Stiles’ turn on the discipline roster. That still didn’t mean he had to like or agree with it.
“C’mon dude, it’s just a nickname!” He whined as Jackson hit the five minute mark and showed no sign of letting up on Scott’s tan, but quickly reddening ass.
“It’s. Not. Funny.” Jackson replied, punctuating each of his words with a particularly vicious smack with both hands on Scott’s ass. “Are we clear?”
“Yes! I’ll drop the Stackson thing. Just please stop spanking me and let me finish studying for my test.”
“This better be the last time we have this conversation,” Jackson threatened, then left the room as abruptly as he’d entered it. Scott huffed and stood to pull up his pants, since Jackson hadn’t bothered to stick around long enough to do it for him, which would’ve been the courteous thing to do after interrupting his study session. He thought about sending out a text that Jackson, at least, was on the war path, but decided against it. He wasn’t the only one who’d made the joke, and since he’d already been spanked, everyone else deserved it, too.
Meanwhile, Stiles was waiting for Danny to get out of bed - he was a notoriously late riser - and stumble to the bathroom. He knew that Danny showered with the lights off so that he could wake up more gradually, and he knew that it would be the perfect time to grab him and deliver his punishment. He hoped things were going well for Jackson punishing Scott.
He wasn’t left waiting too long before he heard Danny’s slow shuffle toward the bathroom, and got ready for his moment to strike. He had to wait and use time to tell - the bathroom was soundproofed as well - but he went to move in about six minutes after Danny had gone in. Danny had, unfortunately, locked the door. Unfortunately for him , lockpicking was a skill Stiles had picked up years ago, so after running to his room for two paper clips, he was in the bathroom in no time.
“What the hell,” he heard Danny mumble, clearly less than half-awake in the dark room. Stiles shut and re-locked the door immediately behind him before turning the lights on and pulling back the curtain. Water sprayed freely until Stiles was able to reach in and turn it off, but he’d been prepared for that with a towel placed on his front that he then used to wrap around Danny and pull him bodily out of the shower.
It was tough, with Danny being a bit taller and more muscled than Stiles, but he didn’t put up much of a fight until Stiles had him bent over the bathroom sink.
“Stiles? What the fuck, dude?” Danny asked, a bit more awareness in his voice.
Stiles smiled at him in the mirror and said, “It’s still our month,” as he landed the first blow on Danny’s ass.
The sound rang out in the bathroom, the slap of skin on wet skin louder than usual and absolutely music to Stiles’ ears. It took a little while - while Stiles was really getting into the punishment - for Danny to say anything else.
“Is this about that stupid text? You guys need to get over it and get with each other already.”
“Adding more sass to the list? You must really be enjoying this,” Stiles countered, increasing both his pace and the force behind his hits.
Danny sighed and nestled his head in his arms, resigned to let Stiles tire himself out. It hurt in a distant kind of way. He was more awake than usual at this point but his head still felt heavy.
Stiles didn’t take kindly to Danny’s lax position and attitude so he stepped away for just a moment, closed the lid on the toilet, then pulled Danny over his lap so he had more control and leverage.
“I’m sorry, was I boring you?” Stiles asked incredulously when Danny yelped at the position change and the new strength of Stiles’ hits. “Let me fix that for you.”
He continued until Danny’s skin - originally pink from the heat of his shower - was glowing a nice, bright red, and he was making sounds of pain with every hit. Stiles helped him up, pulled the towel away, and led him back into the shower.
“You’d better hurry, or you’ll be late for class,” was all he said as he left the bathroom, though he left the lights on, just to be a dick and really send the message home.
“Asshole,” Danny called out after him as he turned the water back on. Stiles had put quite the dent in his morning - he’d better hurry up. At least he was finally awake.
Jackson smiled to himself as he heard the bathroom door open and close, before Stiles appeared in his doorway and gave him a quick thumbs-up. Derek and Theo were both still sleeping - classic night owls - and Liam was already in class, so they had a bit of a pause before any more punishment could be handled.
The two of them hung out playing video games in Jackson’s room, waving goodbye to Danny when he passed them on his way to class, glaring. It made Stiles start to laugh, which of course in turn had Jackson start laughing, until the two of them were really cracking up.
“Shh, shh. We don’t know if Theo’s door is cracked or anything, better keep it down just in case. Liam will be back from class soon, anyway.” Jackson said.
“Yeah, fair enough,” Stiles said. “I’m worried him coming in will coincide with Theo leaving his room, though, and give him warning. Theo will come down for food soon. I mean, they’re not getting out of it either way. But I like the ambush approach.”
“Shit, you’re right,” Jackson replied. “Well, then I guess I’ll have to catch Liam before he comes in. Derek won’t be back until later this afternoon, though, right?”
“Yeah, his meetings ended this morning, so he’s in the process of traveling back here. We’ll save him for last.”
Jackson nodded at the plan, then went outside and crouched in the bushes to wait for Liam to make it back. He wasn’t left waiting for long, and as soon as the beta was parked, Jackson was at his driver’s side door pulling him out of the car and into the backseat, over his lap. Liam had started to shout when he was grabbed, so Jackson was quick to put a hand over his mouth until he calmed down and realized who it was.
Once he saw it was Jackson, he immediately quieted, and gulped guiltily. Maybe Danny or Scott had warned him - but Jackson thought it was most likely that he actually felt bad about pulling what he had. They were (mostly) werewolves, but of them all, Liam was definitely the puppy of the pack. He acted tough, but really, he wanted nothing more than to impress all the older pack members, and he took it hard when he felt like he had disappointed them. Sometimes it made Jackson feel sympathetic toward him. But not right now - now, he was glad to see that Liam was regretting his actions. And they hadn’t even begun.
“Go on, pull your pants down. You know the drill by now,” Jackson said, really overemphasizing the disappointment in his voice. He could practically see Liam’s shoulders tense at his tone, while he scrambled to do as he was told. Jackson honestly wasn’t even that mad anymore, after cooling off by hanging out with Stiles and giving Scott the first punishment of the day, but he’d see this through. What was the fun of having power if he didn’t abuse it at least a little?
Once Liam’s ass was bare, Jackson paused, letting the anticipation build. As a recipient of punishment, it was always his least favorite thing, and he liked to be able to turn that around since he knew Liam hated it, too. He waited Liam out - not saying anything, not moving, doing nothing at all - until he broke.
“Please just spank me already!” Liam blurted out, and Jackson took his cue with gusto, immediately laying into Liam. He wasn’t going to drag this out, not when he already had Liam so off-balance and remorseful for what he’d done, so he didn’t hold back, either.
Liam whimpered and Jackson smelled salt in the air as he teared up - not from pain, but from shame. He was a werewolf - he could take the hits just fine and he’d walk out of the car without a bruise on him - but that was fine. The act itself was what drove the lesson home for Liam, and Jackson was confident it would stick. Honestly, Theo had probably been the one to talk Liam into being a part of it in the first place. He smiled as he thought about Stiles taking care of that problem. If Liam was over apologetic, afraid of pissing them off, then Theo was the opposite.
He was provocative, would deliberately do things to piss them off (all of them, not just Jackson and Stiles, though he tried not to push Derek too much, knowing the alpha had his limits). Jackson wouldn’t be surprised if Theo had initiated this - though Scott and Danny were surely happy to play along.
“Tell me whose idea this was,” Jackson demanded as he continued spanking Liam, though his pace was easing up as the punishment came to an end.
“It was Theo,” Liam said quickly in response, confirming Jackson’s thoughts. “Scott and Danny were on board, but it was his idea. Derek and I just got pulled into it.”
“Alright, then. You know better than to pull shit like this, but I know how Theo is,” Jackson said, then tugged Liam’s pants back up to cover him up. “If it makes you feel any better, Stiles is probably laying into him right now.”
Liam shrugged a little bit as he sat up awkwardly and got off of Jackson’s lap, doing up his pants. “I think I’m gonna just…go. See you later.”
“See you later,” Jackson said as he got out of the car, but reached over to ruffle Liam’s hair a bit first. He wasn’t a bad kid, and Jackson wanted to make sure he knew that now that the punishment was done, he wasn’t upset with him anymore. Liam gave him a bit of a watery smile at the effort and Jackson made his way back toward the house, satisfied.
As soon as he opened the door, he heard Stiles yelp, followed by him saying, “Fuck! Stay still, you little shit.”
Of course Theo was causing trouble. He was always more than happy to dish out punishment when it was his turn on rotation, but he was an asshole about taking it, especially when it was Stiles or Danny’s turn since they were ‘just’ human and he felt like he could push back against them more.
Well, then it was his unlucky fucking day. Jackson went into the kitchen to see Theo, bent over the kitchen counter and laughing, and Stiles looking royally pissed off. “Oops,” Theo said, “your aim must’ve been off. Better be more careful.”
“You smug motherfu-” Stiles started to say, but cut himself off and huffed an angry breath when he saw Jackson enter the kitchen. Jackson indicated for him to take a step back, which Stiles did. Jackson grabbed Theo by the back of the neck and over to their kitchen table, then bent him over that, but didn’t let go of his neck. With his other arm, he pressed Theo’s flailing arms flat to the table, then nodded for Stiles to come back over.
Of course, Theo still wouldn’t take the fucking hint. “Poor Stiles needs his boyfriend to come bail him out, huh? Can’t even give a punishment on your own now? You two are so fucking codependent, it’s disgusting.”
The sound of Stiles’ hands hitting Theo’s ass at full force rang out like a shot, genuinely startling both Theo and Jackson, though Jackson kept his hold on the other beta. Theo made a hurt, indignant noise, and Jackson and Stiles shared a satisfied smile as Stiles laid into him. Jackson could’ve helped, but Stiles had taken Theo when they were splitting everyone up, and he didn’t want to interfere, so he just watched as Stiles thoroughly punished Theo with his ringside seat to the show.
Theo was still talking shit, mouthing off, but he shut up after a while, as Stiles went longer and longer and at least some pain had to be really registering at this point. He went to kick his feet back at Stiles, but Jackson stopped him with his own leg.
“C’mon Theo, I thought I was just a human ? What, you can’t even take a little punishment. Honestly, you’re kinda pathetic.” Stiles said, and Jackson felt his eyebrows raise. He hadn’t heard that tone from Stiles before, but he couldn’t deny it did something for him. God, he was so gone on him. If only his feelings would be reciprocated.
“...Jackson, you alright? I said you can let him go now.” Stiles said, looking at him with concern. Shit, Jackson hadn’t meant to get lost in thought like that. He pushed down on Theo once just to really emphasize the point, then let him go.
The weasel sneered at them both and grabbed his keys and left. After the door closed, Jackson turned, and Stiles was looking at him, eyes calculating. Jackson sniffed subtly, but he couldn’t make out anything particular in Stiles’ scent.
“Wanna go watch something for a bit while we wait for Derek?” Stiles asked, breaking the silence, and Jackson nodded.
They made their way to the common room and Stiles reached for the remote once they were settled on the couch. Jackson couldn’t have said what possessed him to do it, but as Stiles was leaning back to turn on the TV, he grabbed Stiles’ free arm and turned him toward himself and kissed him. It was just - he’d been holding it back for so long that it was almost involuntary.
For just a moment, Stiles was frozen, and Jackson panicked, thinking that he’d ruined everything. He went to pull away when Stiles surprised him by sliding into Jackson’s lap, straddling him, and proceeding to take control of the kiss and kiss the hell out of him.
“You mean this? You want this?” Stiles asked, panting, when he fully pulled back for the first time. “Because if you don’t, tell me now, and I’ll go.”
Jackson growled at the idea of Stiles walking away from him right then, and possessively tightened his hold on Stiles’ hips. “Don’t go anywhere. You have no idea how fucking long I’ve wanted this.”
“Can’t be longer than I have.”
“Do you want to bet on that, Stilinski?”
Stiles smirked. “I’d rather keep making out.” And he made good on his words, too, leaning down and consuming Jackson’s mouth once again.
He started rocking his hips down against Jackson’s, and he couldn’t help but groan into Stiles’ mouth at the friction. He didn’t want to stop kissing Stiles, but he wanted to get their clothes off, feel the press of Stiles’ skin against his own.
Evidently, Stiles felt the same, because he did reluctantly pull away after just a few more minutes and pulled off his shirt in the same motion. It gave Jackson the freedom to do the same, so he took full advantage of it. He popped the button on his pants, too, though he couldn’t do more than that with Stiles in his lap. Realizing this, Stiles stood fully, though he clearly hated putting that separation between them, and dropped to his knees.
He looked up at Jackson and refused to drop eye contact as he pulled down the zipper of Jackson’s jeans, then inched them down his legs and fully off, before tossing them to the side. Jackson was left in just his underwear, Stiles rubbing at the bulge forming there.
“How do you want to do this?” Stiles asked him. “I’m partial to topping, but if you’re not ready for that or something, then we can - “
“I want that,” Jackson blurted out. “God, fuck, Stiles. Yes, I want that. Now.”
Stiles chuckled, and the sound was filthy. “Impatient. Let me just go get supplies from my room.”
“No condom,” Jackson said. “I mean, if that’s okay with you. I want your scent in me.”
Stiles’ eyes darkened, and as he stood, he leaned over Jackson and pulled his head back with a hand on his neck, and kissed him filthily, tongue fucking into Jackson’s mouth in a mockery of what they were about to do. “We can do that.”
With that, he practically sprinted out of the room and was back in a split second. He stood in front of Jackson, who hadn’t moved, and said, “C’mon, pull me out. Return the favor.”
Jackson was all too eager to comply and practically dove forward to undo Stiles’ pants and drag them off to the side. He whimpered when he saw that Stiles was already sporting a semi, and that he was completely commando. Stiles’ cock looked perfect - just thick and long enough to fill him up without hurting or needing to take forever to prep.
“Like what you see?” Stiles asked, cocky, and fuck if Jackson didn’t love that. He hadn’t seen Stiles in this particular light before, but it really fucking worked for him.
Jackson licked his lips. “Yeah, I do.”
“Good.” Was all Stiles said before taking Jackson’s hands in his own to help him stand up, pulling down his underwear, then turning him around and bending him over the couch. Jackson heard the telltale sound of a bottle of lube being cracked open, and shivered as Stiles’ slick fingers touched his hole for the first time. He’d warmed the lube in his hand first, courteously, but the sensation still lit him up like a Christmas tree.
He wouldn’t say that Stiles rushed through the prep, necessarily, but he nodded when Stiles asked him if he was ready. One hand found his hip - luckily the one clean from lube - and the other spread him open as Stiles’ slick cock slid along his crack, teasing him.
“Fuck me already, please,” Jackson begged, uncaring and unashamed, and Stiles shushed him as he slid deep inside in one, long thrust.
Stiles bent over Jackson’s back and kissed at his shoulder and throat, fully sheathed inside of him and grinding his hips in slow, dirty circles. “You okay?” Stiles asked in his ear, and Jackson nodded frantically.
“Good,” Stiles said, eerily similar to earlier, then pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside Jackson, making him howl. “God, you have no idea how good you feel. Feels like coming home.”
It shouldn’t have made sense, like most dirty talk, but it did. There was simply no denying how well they fit together, even better than Jackson or Stiles individually had ever imagined it.
Neither of them was going to last long, that much was clear. Stiles moved the hand that he had been using to hold Jackson open down to his erection and started stroking him off steadily, doing his best to keep rhythm with his own thrusts inside.
Stiles came first, clutching at Jackson’s hip and grunting. He kept jacking Jackson off as he rode out his own orgasm, then pulled out and helped Jackson flip over. His load leaked out onto the couch, but Stiles didn’t care. He simply brought his other hand to join in on the fun with Jackson’s cock, stroking and squeezing at his balls until he shot white onto Stiles’ hand and his own stomach. Stiles leaned down and kissed him through it, his hand gradually slowing until Jackson whined at the sensitivity.
“What the hell,” he heard from behind him and froze, “is going on in here? I get all these texts from my betas that you two are ‘abusing’ your punishment powers over being called Stackson, just to come home and find out that you’re fucking already? Unbelievable.”
Stiles squared his shoulders and turned to face the alpha, unashamed of his and Jackson’s nakedness. Jackson stood beside him, still breathing heavily from his recent orgasm.
“Welcome back, Derek. As it so happens, yes, we were punishing everyone for continuing to call us Stackson even though we’ve expressed how much we don’t like it. And surprise - you’re last on that list! The fact that we got together - which just happened, by the way, thanks for ruining our afterglow - is irrelevant. Drop ‘em and bend over the couch.”
“You’re hot when you’re bossy,” Jackson said to Stiles, who simply smiled and nodded in response.
Derek rolled his eyes. “Fine. But don’t think we won’t continue this conversation later.”
He put down his bags from traveling - jesus, he must have really just gotten back as they were finishing up, and stripped. Stiles gave him a look - he only needed to pull his pants down - but Derek glared at him and said, “There’s come and lube all over this couch. I’m not getting my clothes dirty.”
“Whatever,” Stiles said back.
They definitely didn’t punish Derek as hard as they had the others - he did have a point, that since they were together now, it was a bit hypocritical. Still, they’d had a plan and they were going to see it all the way through.
Stiles took one side, and Jackson the other, and they spanked Derek’s frankly impressive ass for all of five minutes before letting him go. While he was part of the rotation, to be fair, neither of them wanted to push the alpha too far.
Derek stood when they allowed it, then grinned sharply. “You might want to check your timing, next time. Your turn on rotation ended an hour ago, which you might’ve notice if you hadn’t been so busy fucking, Stackson. Both of you, over my lap, now .”
“Seriously?” Jackson whined. “I still have Stiles’ come inside of me. You want to deal with that?”
“Not my problem,” Derek shrugged as he sat on the end of the couch and spread his legs to provide enough space for them both.
He most certainly didn’t hold back, alternating between spanking Stiles and Jackson, and he talked the entire time, too. “This is for disrespecting your packmates, and me, by punishing them over something as stupid as a text chain. It’s also for fucking on the couch in the goddamn common room . When we’re done here, I expect you both to get cleaned up, and then scrub that couch and this whole area until it’s spotless. Am I understood?”
He punctuated his question with a particularly hard hit to Stiles and Jackson quickly in turn, and they both said, “Yes, Alpha!”
Eventually, Derek started to slow down, and finally let them go.
“Good talk. I’m going to my room to crash after this trip. When I come down for dinner later, it had better be clean in here.”
Stiles waited until Derek had picked up his bags and his clothes, then turned to Jackson and kissed him again, softer than before. “Worth it,” he said with a smirk.