Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They belong to the writers and producers of Teen Wolf.

Deputy Jordan Parrish never broke the law. He never ran a red light (unless of course it was a police emergency and Beacon Hills seemed to have those in spades), he always came to a full stop at stop signs, and he never jaywalked.

However, what Jordan Parrish was currently doing, could not only be considered unlawful but absolutely sinful.

"You're really good at this," Stiles murmured with his eyes closed as his head slowly rolled back to face the ceiling. Parrish gently kissed along the young man's neck popping open one of the buttons-

"Hey! Are you listening?" Stiles waved one of his hands in front of the deputy's dazed face. Parrish jumped a bit in his seat and swallowed slowly. He dragged his eyes away from the boy's pale neck.

"Yup," Parrish responded hesitantly. Stiles raised one of his eyebrows and shot him a look that said he highly doubted it.

"My dad? Where is he?" Stiles' dad… Parrish's boss… well, his former boss if he didn't shake off all these strange fantasies he'd been having lately.

"He's out," Parrish muttered dryly. If he was unpleasant enough maybe Stiles would leave.

"I can see that, that's why I'm asking." Stiles crossed his arms on the top of the front desk and leaned forward ever so slightly.

"I don't know," Parrish stood up and grabbed a few reports that he needed to file. He walked around the desk and right by the now irritated Stilinski.

"Is there a reason you're being particularly unhelpful today, deputy?"

"Is there a reason you're being annoyingly persistent today?"

"I'm annoyingly persistent every day; it's one of my better features." Stiles started to follow after the deputy. Parrish walked slowly down the hallway because the floors had just recently been washed. Stiles seemed to have missed the huge yellow caution it's wet sign as he hurried after the older man because seconds later a sound that resembled something between a gasp and a scream exited his mouth. Parrish shot around and reached for his hand. Their fingertips brushed against each other as Stiles' ass hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Ow! Nice reflexes, Deputy-Two-seconds-too-late!" Stiles sighed, and then groaned as he threw himself back onto the floor.

"Are you okay?" Parrish kneeled next to him.

"Does it look like I'm okay? My ass hurts like hell."

"It could be worse," he offered Stiles his hand.

"How so?" Stiles accepted it and was hoisted to his feet.

"You could have a bony ass and then it would have hurt even more." Stiles didn't even miss a beat.

"Are you saying that I have a large ass?" At this Parrish paused and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. "Do you look at it often?" Stiles whispered, amusement etching his features.

"That's not… I only meant… It's not large, it's a nice size."

"So you like it?"

"No… I mean I don't dislike it or like it… I have no opinion when it comes to your ass, Stiles."

"I only ask because Lydia says I should eat less, or I'll end up getting fat."

"That tends to be true."

"Are you saying I should eat less?" Stiles breathed against Parrish's neck. Parrish took a step back. When had he gotten so close?

"Enough, Stiles!"

"Enough what?"

"I'm not playing this game with you."

"What game?" Stiles replied, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Parrish huffed and was about to continue fighting this losing battle, when the station door opened.

"Stiles!" Parrish and the mentioned teen jumped apart. Parrish scurried off in the opposite direction of the sheriff's voice. "Where are you?" Sheriff Stilinski looked around curiously as Stiles hurried out to greet his father.

"Hey," Stiles nearly shouted. His father shot him an inquiring look.

"Ready for lunch?" The sheriff moved towards the door. Stiles ran into his father's office and snagged his jacket off the desk.

"Yup, you ready for a champion's lunch… if the champion were a small salad eating rabbit?" The sheriff grunted distastefully, and Stiles chuckled. Stiles loved his dad and that was why he'd taken it upon himself to keep him as healthy as possible much to his father's chagrin.

"So, what did you do at the station while you waited for me?" The sheriff asked him while he picked at his Caesar Salad. Stiles thought about what he was going to say. He couldn't tell the truth, even though he wasn't quite sure what he and Parrish had been doing exactly. Were they joking? Fighting? Teasing? … Flirting? Stiles felt his face heat up. Honesty probably wasn't the best policy in this situation.

"I exchanged pleasantries with Deputy Parrish." That was honest-ish. Stiles wasn't normally attracted to men. Lydia had been the love of his life for a long time, even if she herself hadn't reciprocated those feelings. They were friends now and he was cool with that. After all, it was nice to have someone just as intelligent and sassy to verbally spar with.

But that Parrish was certainly good-looking. He was sort of like that guy, from that movie about the marine who finds that picture; in the way that pretty much everyone thought that he was damn handsome. It didn't matter if you were gay, straight, male, female, an alien, a werewolf, Stiles was pretty sure that even the Oni would agree with him on this. Hell, Stiles was pretty sure even Parrish thought that he was handsome.

"What did you guys talk about?" His dad asked him. Shit.

"We talked about the station budget."

"Really? What would you know about the station's budget?" Stiles knew everything about the station budget; like where it went, how much went where, the amount of money in the budget, or in this case the lack of. That was the benefit of going through all of his dad's papers.

"I know that the budget is running a little low," Stiles stated matter-of-factly. Stiles paused, his mind racing to figure out where he was going with this. "And… I was thinking… that since the school throws… car washes… to raise money for things, the police station should too." Sheriff Stilinski seemed to ponder this for a second before sighing.

"I'm not washing cars Stiles."

"I'm sure I could get my friends to help, and Scott could get some of the guys from the Lacrosse team to pitch in," Stiles said as an ingenious thought struck him.

"Plus, I bet you could get some of the deputies to do it too." Stiles gave his father a smirk and put his hands behind his head.

"…Fine, but you're organizing this, I have enough on my plate."

"Damn right you have enough on your plate, just look at how much salad is left. Waitress can we get a box? He's going to eat the rest of that later."

A/N: I'm starting college soon, so I'll try to make as many updates as possible while that's going on. Please, any reviews or any comments are greatly appreciated. If I get enough reviews I'll try to pump out chapters more often.