No but picture Pro Dom Derek. And now picture Jackson, who’s always such a tense, strung out little thing, ready to break at any moment and so desperately defensive. Imagine Derek so, so patiently tearing down those defenses, making him feel raw and vulnerable and it’s terrifying but so free. Jackson can breathe easy when Derek is there. (And his heart kind of shatters when he remembers Derek is doing this because it’s his job.)

yiss ❤ I’d like it to be this very aggressively heterosexual Jackson. Where he’s the first one to cry ‘no homo!’ in the showers when they just bump shoulders, y’know? And Derek just wants to sit him down on one thick thigh and have him rub his little dick there until he creams his shorts because Derek isn’t dumb or blind, and he’s seen how Jackson sneaks peeks at the way his junk sways heavily in his sweats whenever they’re doing pack things.

Like Jackson is just staring and probably everybody has noticed how he’s thirsting for the D only nobody says anything because they don’t want to deal with Jackson flying off the handle.

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