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Jackson would get no rest sleeping beside that reject Stiles, but that’s just who he was lying next to…
Until Derek’s fist held him gripped firmly by his shirt.
“There’s a place to sleep…” Derek growled, inflected to sound possibly menacing, “…in the other room.”
Jackson’s reputation as entitled asshole hung in the balance but he decided to seem compliant and gave up his place alongside the sleeping Stiles.
He did because he wanted to.
Apparently it took too long for Jackson to move when, “GO!” Stiles commanded groggily, his eyes still closed as if he’d talked in his sleep.