Title: Threesome
Rating: M (to be safe)
Pairing: Danny/Jackson/Lydia (dramatic slow burn)
Warnings: Sexual situations and Language
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is not mine(MTV's) and I make nothing from it.
Summary: Jackson catches Lydia making out with Scott in the coaches office and breaks up with her via text. Danny helps Jackson forget Lydia by going to the bar, mistakes ensue. Lydia gets disturbing news and doesn't know what to do.


Chapter 1 - Jackson

"Jackson!" Jackson turned to watch Lydia walk towards him a look of fury shining in her eyes. "This little text, not funny."

Jackson looked at her with his best nonchalant look and said, "oh, I wasn't trying to be funny. I would've put a ha-ha at the end of it." He pointed to Lydia's phone where his text was displayed and said, "you see, there is no ha-ha."

"Lydia, please give back my spare house key at your earliest convenience as we are no longer dating." Lydia read the text message back to Jackson, disbelief apparent in her voice.

Jackson chose to ignore the implied question about the status of their relationship and asked, "you didn't lose it, did you?"

"What the hell is this?" Jackson could see the pained look breaking through her mask, it was an art that they both had learned young to conceal their emotions.

A sick feeling started to grow in his gut and he almost took it all back, would have taken it all back if he hadn't noticed McCall at the far end of the hallway. The moment he saw the kid the images of him and Lydia making out in the coaches office returned and he buried whatever sympathy he had.

"Well Lydia, in preparation of some big changes I've decided to drop some of the dead weight in my life." Jackson turned as quickly as he could to avoid the devastated look he knew Lydia would have. He didn't slow his pace or turn around but he said loud enough for her to hear, "I'm sure McCall would be more than happy to comfort you."

He was glad school was over, he really needed to get shit-faced. He needed Danny, Danny was always there when he needed him. Well not that he had much choice, dumping Lydia left him with exactly one friend left to his name.

Jackson zigzagged through the hall making a bee-line for Danny's locker. If Danny was anything he was reliable, he always lingered while getting ready to leave, never rushing. He should catch him. He turned the corner and there was reliable Danny, finishing up and closing his locker.

"Whatever your plans are, cancel them. We're going clubbing and we're getting shit-faced." Jackson noticed Danny steel himself to protest, he always did when he had prior plans. But Jackson knows he'll get his way in the end, he always does.

"No. Not a chance. Not happening." Jackson has to hand it to Danny, he sounds almost believable.

"Danny, why do you bother protesting, you know you're going to cave like a fat man eyeing the last Twinkie." Jackson said while throwing his arm around his friends shoulders steering him towards the parking lot.

"Dude, one of these days Mr Smith is going to hear you say that and you're going to get a months worth of detentions." Jackson rolled his eyes, Danny was far to polite and never laughed at any jokes that could be considered mean. Well almost never, on the rare occasion when Danny couldn't help snickering at an especially mean one it made all of them worthwhile, because Danny would feel so guilty for laughing afterwards it was just plain funny.

"Yeah, well. The day he decides not to eat the Twinkie is the day I stop making the joke." Jackson held open the door and guided Danny out into the sun. "So me you and several bars tonight, you in?"

"I can't, Jake's still pissed off at me for the last time you got me to cancel on him."

Jackson took a moment to wonder when Danny started dating this Jake guy, there was always a new dude entering Danny's life, it was a revolving door of men and a new one stepping through every month. "Why is it that all the guys you date have such boring one syllable names? Ben, Fred, Frank, Dan, Mil, seriously who names their kid Mil? Oh and lets not forget Amy, what sane person names their son Amy, like that wasn't begging for a big nelly bottom for a son. Dump Jake and find a good two syllable named guy, preferably one without the lisp."

Jackson stumbled slightly when Danny abruptly stopped. He turned back to see what the hold up was and really hoped this wasn't going to be one of those times when Danny gets oversensitive about Jackson's insensitivity.

"I don't even know where to begin. First off, wow. How is it you actually remember all those names. And I think you even listed them off in the order I dated them." Jackson didn't respond, he assumed Danny was being rhetorical, at least he hoped so because he really didn't want to get into why Jackson remembers all his exes so vividly. How he felt that not a one of them was good enough for him.

"Second, what the hell is a nelly bottom and how is it you have a more extensive gay vocabulary than I do?"

This he'd answer, he loved explaining gay terminology to Danny. For an openly gay man who had been dating ever since fourteen years old he really didn't know much. "Nelly bottoms are the effeminate gay guys who exclusively bottom."

"Amy was not effeminate." Danny denied vehemently.

Jackson rolled his eyes, there was no way Danny was really this blind to the guys he dated. "He wore more makeup than Lydia and had a purse." Danny opened his mouth to object but Jackson was ready for it and cut him off. "Don't you dare call it a Merse, it was pink and small and had a shoulder strap."

"Oh God, it was a purse. I actually dated a guy with a purse." Danny groaned and Jackson smirked.

"Now that we know you have terrible taste in men, dump Jack and lets hit the bar." Jackson turned on his heel and headed towards his beloved Porsche.

"His name is Jake and I like him so sorry, Jacks, you're on your own tonight." Jackson stopped at the hood of his car and turned to face Danny. He really didn't want to resort to this but he wasn't against playing dirty. First he'd lay on the guilt trip and lead up with a quick bribe, gay or no Danny was a typical teenage boy who loved toys and Jackson happened to own the sexiest toy of them all.

"Me and Lydia broke-up." Jackson said as he fished the keys to his car out of his pocket and tossing them to Danny. "And I'll let you drive the Porsche."

Jackson snickered to himself when Danny's face lit up like it was Christmas morning as he stared at the car keys in his hands. That same look vanished when he clearly remembered the bit about the break-up.

"You okay Jacks?" The look on Danny's face was one of worry and Jackson didn't want that. He wanted to forget, thus the whole shit-faced plan.

"Fine, will be better when we're at the bar. Now come on, lets get a move on."

Danny clicked the unlock button on the keychain and Jackson climbed into the passenger side while Danny slid into the drivers seat. Jackson watched as Danny ran his hands up and down the steering wheel, Danny was the one person Jackson ever allowed to drive his baby, but every time Danny always took his time as though worshiping it.

"If you're making me do this we're going to a gay club. The last thing you need is to hook-up with someone." Danny said eyes still glued on the car. "That and I really don't feel up to telling women that no they can't rock my world and turn me straight."

Jackson laughed at that, it happened almost every time they went out to a non-gay bar. Danny would undoubtedly be hit on by several girls and would always inform them of his sexuality and that just made them more interested. It was hilarious listening to Danny telling woman that no he doesn't want to touch their breasts.

"Fine." Jackson agreed. He wasn't really looking for a hook-up anyway. He just wanted to drown out the image of Lydia and Scott making out. "But you can't ditch me then, I swear you gay guys can smell drunken straight men from a mile away. Seriously, the bruises on my ass have just faded from the last time I went with you to the club."

Jackson watched as Danny burst into a fit of laughter at the memory. The last time they went Jackson had been excepting all the free drinks guys kept buying him and got completely wasted. Apparently what he hadn't known was that a free drink meant free range over groping and his ass had paid the price in over zealous men pinching him.

"You think its funny, but I couldn't sit properly for days." Clearly that was the wrong thing to say because Danny just laughed harder. It was an infectious laugh and made Jackson forget why he had been so down, if only for a minute. Tonight was going to be a blast, Danny was always good company.


"Danny, are those your hands on my ass?" Jackson slurred as he leaned heavily into Danny's side.

"Naw, dude. My hands are right here." Danny replied only slightly less intoxicated holding his hands up for Jackson to see. "Why would my hands even be on your ass?"

Jackson took a moment to think about that and his mind drifted. They had stopped off at Jackson's and raided the liquor cabinet and downed over half a bottle of vodka between them before taking a cab to the one gay bar in proximity to Beacon Hills. Oh right, question. Danny had asked a question about his ass. His mind helpfully reminded him.

"Because I have a fantastic ass," Jackson replied. Louder, almost a shout he called, "right hands?" Trying to look over his shoulder at whoever was grabbing him. Danny turned too and found an older guy, at least fifty with his right hand inside the back pocket of Jackson's jeans.

"Get your hands off my boyfriends ass!" Danny shouted and shoved the guy away with more force that Jackson thought was necessary. He couldn't blame an old guy for sneaking a feel where he could. "Pervert."

"How come when a young guy grabs your ass they're flirting but when an old guy does their a pervert?" Jackson was far more curious in the answer than he felt he really should be.

"I don't know, it just is." Danny was starting to sound grumpy, Jackson never really understood it, but Danny always hit a point when drinking that he would just start getting sullen and Jackson would have to try twice as hard to keep the fun buzz going for the both of them.

Jackson's mind blanked for awhile losing his train of thought before remembering what Danny had said to the old guy. His face broke into a wicked grin and he leaned in an attempting to sound as sexy as he could manage in his very intoxicated state.

"So, I'm your boyfriend am I?" Jackson grinned when Danny flushed with embarrassment and tried to pull away. Jackson wasn't having any of it, there was no way he'd let Danny off that easily. "As your boyfriend I'm feeling very neglected, Danny. You haven't danced with me once tonight."

Danny eyed him sceptically, looking like he was wrestling with an internal struggle of some kind. Jackson didn't really care, he just felt like dancing but wouldn't dare go onto the floor without a buffer.

"Fine," Danny conceded directing Jackson onto the dance floor. "But I'm leading."

Jackson smirked as he watched everyone else grinding on the floor. 90% of them were dancing ass to groin grinding away while the final 10% were guys who brought their female friends and kept a respectable distance.

"So does that mean I'm the one grinding my ass into you?" Jackson started to turn, he was comfortable with himself to not be bothered about a little grinding with another guy. Danny however seemed to disagree as he grabbed Jackson hips and forced him to face Danny. "You're no fun," Jackson teased.

Jackson allowed his mind to wander while his body flowed to whatever impossibly loud latest dance remix was blasting throughout the club. His and Danny's movements in sync with the other. Jackson kept his hands on Danny's firm waist both as means of support in his drunken state and to indulge in his long running fantasy he only ever allowed himself to indulge in during drunken stupors like now.

For awhile now he'd been curious about what it would be like to have sex with another man, the problem being that the only guy he'd ever thought of sexually had been Danny who sadly was the only gay man who apparently wasn't interested in getting him in bed.

Jackson slid his fingers under the hem of Danny's shirt allowing himself to take in the feel of the warm skin underneath, enjoying the hitch in Danny's breath as he did so. Jackson was just about to try testing how far he could get when he felt a firm hand grip his shoulder and yank him away from Danny's hold. Jackson stumbled back falling into several other couples on the floor and stumbling down hard onto his ass.

"Get your hands of my man, slut!" Jackson found himself giggling at that, the words were said in a deep manly voice but he had only ever heard that line uttered in movies like Mean Girls, where two girls fought over the same guy.

"Jake, what are you doing here?" Jackson heard Danny say and he felt that that name was meant to mean something but he really couldn't place why.

"This is why you cancelled on me? So you could find some cheap whore to fuck around with?" Jackson still hadn't placed where he should know this guy from, his mind working far to slow with all the alcohol affecting him, but he really wasn't liking the way he was shouting at Danny. Not to mention he wasn't cheap, well if he was a whore he wouldn't be cheap. He was sure he'd be one of those expensive ones that charged like a grand a hour.

"Jake, its not like that. Jackson just broke-up with his girlfriend today and needed a night out." Danny was trying to explain but sounded more exasperated then worried about a break-up. Jackson took it as a sign that Danny could really care less if this dude left him, he was sure of it. He stumbled to his feet, he'd help Danny out with ditching the soon to be ex.

"So this is the infamous Jackson who you keep running to whenever he calls. Has he let you blow him yet?"

Jackson took a moment to give the Jake guy a once over and his brain finally clicked, the boyfriend. Jake was a good looking guy, even Jackson could see it. All of Danny's boyfriends were. The problem was Danny tended to find assholes and Jackson was sure he already filled up Danny's asshole quota and should really be with someone nice.

"Seriously Danny, he's your boyfriend? You could do much better." Jackson barely had time to finish his sentence before a fist connected hard with his face and he went down hard again.

His right cheek flared with pain the alcohol doing little to numb it. He opened his eyes just in time to see Danny throw a punch that connected squarely with Jake's face and Jake dropped to the floor with a hard crash. Jackson grinned to himself and immediately regretting it when the movement caused his cheek to throb.

"Don't you fucking touch him!" Danny shouted in the direction in which Jake's body had disappeared into the crowd. Jackson wished he got to see the fall, it sounded painful. A moment later Danny was at this side helping him up. "You alright?"

"Me? I'm fine, he punched like a girl." Jackson was sure he would've been more convincing if he hadn't winced when Danny poked at his cheek. "Are all gay men that melodramatic?" Jackson asked as Danny helped pull him to his feet. He looked around at all the nasty glares the men nearby who had over heard him were giving and decided that yes, they were.

"Jacks…" Danny said in his best exasperated tone. "Lets get you home before someone else decides you need a decking which you really are asking for."

Jackson didn't argue, just leaned into Danny as he directed him towards the exit. Jackson looked back over his shoulder and gave Jake his best cocky grin and leaned further into Danny's side.

"Stop taunting him Jacks, you're such a child." Danny said without looking back. It really was creepy how well Danny knew him.


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