Something more || chapter one
Note: Figured I would put this here just for fun and just because I suddenly got muse.
A Sterek fanfic heavily based on a true story turned in to a motion picture, might be fun to guess maybe?
Stiles knew he wanted more out of this life, and he knew he had every single disadvantage to get to where he wanted.
Where he wanted? Well, he wasn’t sure, he just wanted more. He lived in the smallest of towns, everyone knew everyone.
Stiles was an omega, and not a high ranked one, his parents died early, and he was now living with his caretaker. A nice enough lady, strict, but nice. Stiles had to work for his stay, but Stiles didn’t mind, he wasn’t going to stay in this good for nothing town for long anyhow, he was getting out to something that was bigger.
His caretaker, Melissa owned an Inn, Stiles worked there, serving tables, though he mostly walked around, scouting for alphas who would sweep him by his feet and take him to the city, though no one that passed through this town seemed nearly good enough and it was starting to bore the omega more than anything. Most tried to have their way with him, they pulled him down in their laps already drunk from Melissa’s homemade ale, whispered things in to his ear and Stiles just laughed it off before getting up to serve the next table. Stiles was popular, some would say because of his youth, no one had been able to steal that from him yet. He was described as beautiful as well, a delicate flower even, until he opened his mouth, Stiles wasn’t quite like other omegas, he spoke his piece, and he rarely knew when to shut up. He would never give in to someone who would only take him to the next drowsy town, place him in their house and have him cook dinner for them. That wasn’t what Stiles was made for, he was made for greater things. He knew it, he just had to get there. Get to the great stuff already.
A musician was staying at the Inn, Melissa had booked him for three nights, Stiles was intrigued, artists rarely came to the town, sure, people played music here as well, but not as a profession, not making actual money from it.
And Stiles was struck from the first moment the man opened his mouth to start singing. He had convinced Melissa to let him sit down and watch, and he had found a table near the stage, where the light would hit him, just in case.
His name was Jackson, he was an alpha and he came from the capitol. He was beautiful and his voice was that of an angel. This was the man he was going to marry. Stiles knew that.
To Stiles’ delight; Jackson was looking at him throughout his performance. It started with small glances, but the alpha couldn’t keep his eyes away by the end of it.
They talked all night, even after the serving of food and drink closed, until they were left alone and Stiles was blushing from all the wine he had been served, not that he minded, Melissa usually let him have a glass, but not at all this much, she couldn’t say anything to this though, Jackson was courting him. It was all Stiles had ever wanted. Jackson was older, more experienced; Jackson was more and Stiles needed more.
Jackson brought Stiles to bed, not that Stiles hadn’t been asking for it all night, he had brushed his leg up against Jacksons whenever the occasion seemed suited, his hand brushing over the back of his, biting down on his lip as he looked at him with his heavy lashes. It was easy.
They rolled around in the sheets, it was quick and a little messy and they were both heaving for breath by the end of it. It had been Stiles’ first time and Jackson had taken care of him. Jackson was experienced, Jackson was from the city, of course he was; and Stiles was in love.
“I can’t believe it, finding someone like you, and actually getting your affections back..”
“I had a wonderful night with you”
“I’ve always wanted to get out of here.”
“I want to go to new places, experience things”
“You’re only sixteen, Stiles, there’s no need to rush”
“Sixteen years of nothing. Until I met you”
The next day Stiles was on his way down the stairs from Jackson's room, his body felt different somehow, different in a good way, he didn’t mind, it was different because of Jackson, that was all that mattered. He halted at a stop though as he heard Melissa’s voice. “As far as I see it, the contract didn’t say anything about him –” The rest fell quiet though as the wood creaked under Stiles’ shoe. He stepped down then, smiling warmly at Jackson who sent him the slightest smile back, reaching his hand out to him to get him the breakfast that was promised to him.
Stiles sat there listening to him again the next night, Jackson looking straight at him now, having paid for Stiles to watch instead of working. It was perfect.
“- Stiles, it’s not that easy –”
“It can be easy, I love you, I want to be with you, I want to come with you”
Jackson just stared at him, his eyes flickering over the young boy, how different he was from any other omega he had picked up during his tour, there was something different about Stiles.
“What I have done- what I did, if I hadn’t thought, if I hadn’t known, we would be together” Stiles tried, his hand gripping at the alphas’ collar, staring at him with those big amber eyes, and it was almost impossible for Jackson to not agree. He bit his tongue though, gripping at his wrist and gently kissing his knuckles.
“Stiles, the city is not a place for such a.. Delicate omega as yourself, the city changes people, it turns the nicest of werewolves into ferocious..-” “Good!-” Stiles interrupted. “I’m bored, I’m sick of this life, I don’t mind changing, all I’ve ever been has been predictable, respectable-”
Jackson gripped Stiles shoulders. “You’re too young, I couldn’t possibly take you away from home” this time Stiles sneaked away from his hands though he did grip on to the older man's tie.
“What about yesterday? Was I too young for that as well? Was I too young for your silly games? I already know how the capitol feels and looks. I tasted it last night” He whispered, having pulled the alpha so close to his face Jackson could taste him in return.
“You must be relieved Mr. Whittemore” Melissa’s voice spoke up, breaking them from their bubble, realizing they had been making a scene in her Inn for quite some time now.
“What do you mean relieved?” He asked, suspicious about the look in her eyes.
“Relieved that no one has told the papers about how you treat innocent omegas.. So far-”
That next morning Stiles had packed his suitcase and followed Jackson on to the train headed for the capitol.
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