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Beard Love

Written for & inspired by @joleanart​‘s art post here

If there was one thing that Jason could say about college, it was that it was a fucking ride. Growing up the son of the world’s most prominent (and arguably most arrogant) businessmen and getting sent off to a prestigious boarding school practically the minute he could talk, Jason thought he had it all down. He was self-reliant, studious, charming, a natural leader and so, so unprepared for public school.

Lupa Capitolina Military Institution and Jupiter Preparatory Academy were both excellent for breeding youths of character discipline and strength. Most of Jason’s former classmates were now off attending law, business and medical school or prepping to take over their parent’s companies. Jason, meanwhile, had opted to attend NYU and was studying the Classics – partially out of rebellion to his father and stepmother and partially because it actually interested him. His friend Frank recommended the school after applying there himself for International Studies. Aside from occasional run-ins with Frank in the history building, however, Jason found himself almost completely alone.

Enter, Greek life.

Greek life had simultaneously become the most wonderful and most terrifying thing Jason had ever experienced. Practically the moment his last midterm was over, Jason’s roommate, one randomly assigned Perseus Jackson, literally dragged him across campus to one of the frat houses. Jason doesn’t remember half of what happened that night, but he’s pretty sure it changed his life. He woke up the next morning with a standing invitation to pledge to Chi Eta Beta and possibly a girlfriend. As it turned out CHB and Piper made the rest of his freshman year a lot more enjoyable than, well, pretty much his entire school experience up to that point.

Fast forward two years and Jason found himself with a room in CHB’s row house, a fantastic group of both wild and studious friends and, somehow, a beard.

And okay, a week prior all of the brothers were sporting facial hair in honor of no-shave-november (and because it was hilarious to watch some of the younger pledges try to grow facial hair), but by now the only other person who’d kept their beard was Beckendorf, who’d had a beard almost the entire time Jason had known him. No one had brought it up until now, when Percy – still Jason’s roommate finally broached the subject.

“So is the beard gonna be a permanent thing now?”

He asked, his own face baby smooth since Annabeth Chase informed him it was no longer November, during their 9am lecture on December 1st. Said face was currently pulled into Percy’s signature lop-sided smirk as he plopped down on the couch beside Jason and stole some of Leo’s popcorn, despite the fact that he’d only gotten up in the first place to get more snacks.

“Hey!”

The Hispanic protested, leaning over to try and snatch the snacks back and nearly rolling off the loveseat in the process.

“Here,” Piper said, nimbly snatching the unopened Doritos Percy had fetched from his other side and tossing them at Leo’s head. All of this gave Jason time to pretend to finish reading his page and internally freak out.

The thing was, Jason might be keeping the beard because it was easier to take care of than shaving his face daily – like Charlies claimed. Or, he might be keeping it because two weeks ago at their “fratsgiving” Percy got wasted and spent an hour rambling about how hot beards were. While the other male was distracted, Jason sent a silent plea for help in Piper’s direction. When she caught the glance, his girlfriend (ex-girlfriend? “On a break for Jason’s emotional and sexual discovery” friend?), she just smiled encouragingly and shrugged. Thanks Pipes.

With nothing particularly elegant or solid enough to really satisfy Percy’s curiosity, Jason followed his ex’s example and simply shrugged when the native New Yorker turned his attention back to him. He carefully kept his eyes glued to the book in front of him rather than looking at Percy’s reaction when he deflected.

“Why?”

Percy returned the shrug but then leaned back into the couch and wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulder. His smirk then went from mischievously friendly to deviously enticing.

“Well, you see,” he started, his voice pitched lower like when he fake flirts with Piper. “If you get anymore handsome, then I’m gonna have to fuck you.”

Once again, Jason was saved from immediately answering by an outburst from Leo and he used the time to decide how he wanted to reply. On the one hand, it was completely possible that Percy was just messing around and had only platonic (or, as Leo liked to call it “bromance”) feelings towards him. On the other hand…well, they might have told everyone they were taking a break because Piper needed to spend more time studying this semester, but the actual reason was because Jason had confessed his confusing feelings for his roommate and she’d encouraged him to try and figure things out for himself without any pressure – and shared that her own preferences had nothing to do with gender and were also open to multiple partners.

Currently, Piper was texting and therefore no help at all, but Jason found that maybe he didn’t need it. There was really only one way to figure out if Percy meant it or not. So, before either Percy or Leo could get too worked up defending his ���handsomeness” v. “masculine dignity” (yeah, he wasn’t going to touch that with a ten-foot pole), he gave his own reply as nonchalantly as possible.

“I guess I’ll have to swear off shaving forever, then.”

The living room quieted significantly after that, with only the sound of the Hallmark channel filling the air. Next to Jason, Percy seemed to have stopped breathing, let alone moving, but the blonde very deliberately forced himself to actually finish reading his page before he looked up.

When he did, Piper was still texting, Leo was frozen half off the loveseat with his mouth open, and Percy was sporting one of the deepest blushes Jason had ever seen. It was Leo who spoke first.

“Wha – what is happening?”

His tone was level, but his voice cracked slightly out of either shock or disbelief. Thankfully, Piper chose that moment to finally look up from her phone.

“What’s happening,” She said plainly, standing up from the couch and then pulling Leo up as well, “Is that I’m going to study with Annabeth and you’re going to tell the Stolls that they owe me fifty bucks.”

“Fifty bucks? Oh! Right, the bet!”

Leo puzzled and then practically shot up with excitement. This, it seemed was also enough to finally pull Percy out of his stupor, though Piper and Leo were halfway to the door before he could fully form his sentence of outrage.

“Hey, wait! You’ve been betting on if we’d get together? What kind of friends are you??”

“Not if,” Piper corrected with a grin, shoving Leo out of the door. “How.”

And with that, she too exited the house, leaving Jason and Percy alone inside.

Percy fish-mouthed at the closed door and then all but collapsed back onto the couch next to Jason.

“I can’t decide if I’m more upset that they set up a betting pool, that apparently everyone else saw our feelings before we did, or that the winning bet was only worth $50.”

He groused, rubbing a hand over his face before thumping his head back against the couch and closing his eyes. Jason, no longer feeling insecure, just smiled and turned so that he could lean over and kiss the boy. At the first press of their lips, Percy jolted like he’d completely forgotten the reason their friends were making bets in the first place. He very quickly got over the shock of it however, and started reciprocating.

Jason found that while it wasn’t better or worse than kissing Piper, making out with Percy was certainly different. For one, Percy treated the kiss like he was some kind of underwater explorer, trying to discover and coax out as much as possible and only coming up for air when absolutely necessary. For another thing, Piper never tasted like an unholy mix of leftover pie and Doritos, nor did she ever spend quite as much of her time appreciating his beard. The biggest difference, of course, came in the way that Percy levered him onto his back across the couch so the brunette lay atop him and then started grinding their hips together with practically liquid rolls of his hips.

It was so much sensation that neither of them noticed when the front door opened again until Hazel’s voice filled the air.

“Oh wait, Frank! Nico just texted. He said that Percy and Jason are –.”

There was a pause, one that both boys were now very well aware of given that they’d pretty much frozen themselves.

“Uh yeah, doing that.”

Jason cracked an eye open and felt rather embarrassed as Frank let out a sigh and then pointed behind him back at the door. Percy, for his part, had taken to burying his face into Jason’s chest as if that could hide him.

“Yeah…we’re just gonna go be…literally anywhere else. Uh, have fun?”

He sounded about as awkward as Jason felt, even though he was clearly well-meaning. Percy turned his head towards them just in time to see Hazel wink and shoot them a double thumbs-up before following her boyfriend out. Jason stifled a laugh as Percy weakly returned the gesture, his face going tomato red once more. In the silence that followed, the pair heard her ask “How much money do you think Nico won from the betting pool?” Percy groaned and buried his face in Jason’s neck.

“What did we do to deserve such terrible friends? Using our emotional turmoil to yield a profit. I feel so betrayed.”

Jason laughed and stroked his hand through Percy’s hair because, well, because he could.

“Yield a profit?”

He asked, amusement in his voice. Percy nodded against his skin.

“I may have just finished my econ essay at 4:00 this morning.” The blonde smiled at that and thought suddenly how glad he was that despite the big change between them, all of the little things had stayed the same. They were still Percy and Jason, and out of the things that had changed well…

“Hey,” he waited for Percy to look at him. “You wanna keep complaining about our friends, or do you wanna make good on that promise you made earlier?”

At that, Percy shot up so quickly that he nearly smacked his head on Jason’s jaw and he did elbow him in the stomach. Momentary pain aside, Jason found himself grinning the whole way up the stairs.

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Hot History Prof Hale

I’m sure it’s been done before, but the 6A finale got me to thinking (yes, I still watch TW, it’s unfortunate, I know, but Stiles). I know they implied Stiles is going to the FBI prep university or whatever, but I pitch to you this. Derek Hale, after two years of radio silence, is teaching at his university.

Stiles doesn’t really know how it happened. The history elective he was supposed to take was cancelled due to lack of attendance (which, why aren’t more people excited about the indigenous history of this country, honestly?) He’s been so pissed that his class had been moved not only halfway across campus, but a half-hour earlier too, that he hadn’t even bothered to read the professor’s name, let alone the “helpfully” emailed syllabus. 

As he barreled into the lecture hall twenty minutes late, however, he regretted the decision.

Even more than that, he regretted his decision to save time by pulling on a hat and whatever shirt was closest instead of taking a shower and putting on clothes that he knew to actually be clean.

Because standing at the front of the room, in front of an honest to god chalkboard, wearing a white button down and a fitted charcoal vest to match his sinfully tight slacks was Derek. Fucking. Hale.

Scratch that

Fucking. Professor. Derek. Fucking. Hale.

Stiles stood there like a deer in headlights for a solid fifteen seconds until Derek’s nose twitches and he does a subtle full-body tense before relaxing again and pausing in his lecture to face Stiles directly. Even after years of no contact, Stiles is well enough versed in eyebrow to know that Derek is judging him profoundly at the moment.

“Fuck.”

He doesn’t bother to whisper. Derek would hear it anyway.

The werewolf’s eyes glint with mirth and though the settled happiness is new, Stiles would be a fool not to notice how well Derek wore it.

“Mr. Stilinski. How nice of you to join us? Perhaps you’d like to find a seat? I believe the entirety of the fifth row arrived after the hour, so you should feel right at home there.”

To his right, everyone seated in said row sinks an approximate five inches further into their chairs. Stiles can relate to the desire to make himself as small as possible in an embarrassing situation, but this is Derek.

So instead, he narrows his eyes, straightens his posture and strides all the way to the back. The only other people sitting there are hungover or already asleep and it isn’t hard to find room enough to spread his things out adequately. He would have preferred the front row, but that was taken long ago by all of the freshmen who’d taken one look at Derek and decided that staring at his ass was far more important than...Pre-Industrial America and the Colonies.

Yeah, okay, Stiles might agree with them on that one.

But first, he has to figure out how in the hell he missed this version of Derek who, despite being trapped in a room filled with at least thirty freshmen leaking arousal, actually manages to make a history class sound cool and exciting. 

And don’t even get Stiles started on the vest and slacks. Back when he knew, really knew Derek, the closest to this kind of comfortable they got was a singular sweater with thumbholes. Even then, it was usually covered up by a leather jacket and jeans Stiles tried not to think about whenever he was even remotely close to  Derek and his super sniffer.

Now, Derek  smiles like it’s something he enjoys doing (rather than something that causes him extreme pain) and it only goes even the slightest bit sour when an incredibly forward student attempts to shove both her notebook and her cleavage in his face.

He didn’t have any classes until after lunch, so Stiles took his time packing up. The front-row crowd spent more time than necessary asking Derek questions and Stiles spotted a few more outside the door who had looked in his direction a few times before devolving into whispers. He spent four solid years learning how to avoid people he didn’t want to talk to, however, and kept his face and body steadily devoted to packing up his belongings as methodically as possible. Finally, when he thought he was going to have to resort to packing pencils away individually, the last group started saying their goodbyes.

Derek went back to collecting notes as Stiles traipsed down to the front of the room, his shoulders loosening as the other students left the room.

“So history huh?” 

Ever the asshole, Stiles had no desire or strength to try and keep the grin off of his face or the mirth out of his words. Derek scowled up at him, and for a moment resembled the alpha Stiles had once known. Then he snorted out a half-laugh and nodded.

“Yeah, History.”

They were silent for another moment or two, oddly comfortable in a way Stiles can’t ever remember being unless they were in some life-or-death situation. Then, just as surprisingly, Derek broke the silence with a question of his own.

“You doing anything for lunch?”

Completely flabergasted, Stiles nearly lost his balance, despite the fact that he was already leaning on the desk. 

“I uh, yeah no. My lunch plans included heading back to my dorm and attempting to make ramen via a hot water kettle.”

Derek let out another laugh and finished filing his papers into a messenger bag. He grabbed his jacket and Stiles had to snort when he realized it was the same old leather thing - a little more worn around the edges, but definitely the same one. Derek gave him a questioning look, complete with the world’s most judgmental eyebrows. After all, why would he verbally ask Stiles questions when he could get his eyebrows to do it for him.

“Nothing,” Stiles assured him. “I just wasn’t expecting the jacket after three hours of Hot History Prof slacks and vest. I guess I don’t have to worry about you being a pod person now though.”

The werewolf looked like he was torn between laughing and rolling his eyes, but eventually the latter urge won out. Stiles grinned, even though it earned him a punch to the arm.

“Ow, watch the human!”

Derek rolled his eyes again and head for the door.

“Come on, I’ll show you which coffee shop has the best student ID lunch discounts.”