Author's Notes:

I know I'm probably going to get called a tease for this but I ran out of time and figured I'd give you guys a little cliff hanger. There's a good amount of sexy in here though, hopefully it will hold you over till tomorrow morning when I can get the conclusion out.

Oddly, I seem to only be able to write three-ways in three parts. Coincidence?

There is an upside, I could switch the POV in the last piece if you want. I've got Scott in part 1, Stiles in part 2, who do you guys want to see in part 3 when it gets deep into the sexy times? Let me know, PM, review, whatever you want. If left to my own devices it'll probably still be from Stiles's POV, though it'd be poetic to finish it from Jackson's so they each got one.

Stiles paced nervously next to his jeep. Scott looked calm. How could Scott be calm? "Why are you so calm?" he asked.

"I-I don't know," Scott said, "How should I be?"

Stiles watched Scott shift back and forth from foot to foot as if he wasn't sure what to do. Stiles licked his lips and opened his mouth to say something else but Scott's eyes suddenly lit up with his crazy wolf power.

"Whoa buddy!" Stiles said. He ran around to the other side of the jeep cursing himself for not buying a fire extinguisher yet. "Why are you wolfing out?"

Scott groaned and closed his eyes. "I was just thinking about… stuff."

Scott rubbed his fingers against his eyes. Stiles wasn't sure he liked where this was going. He didn't want to end his perfect night as puppy chow.

"Stop it!" Stiles commanded.

Scott turned to look at him. Stiles ducked down a little behind the jeep.

"You stop it!" Scott countered.

"Stop what?" Stiles said.

Scott was making him nervous, he licked his lips again and tried to figure out if he could get into the jeep and get it started from the passenger side before Scott could rip open the driver side door and eat his face.

"That!" Scott's voice was borderline hysterical. He turned away again and walked a little ways from the jeep. "The licking, stop the licking, Jackson was talking about your mouth and now I can't stop thinking about it, it's driving me crazy!"

Stiles put his hand over his mouth. "Mmmmrrmmghhh hhhmmmrggghm," he said.

Scott turned around and started laughing, the yellow light in his eyes faded away. "You realize no one would be able to understand that right? I'm pretty sure I'm fluent in Stiles and I have no idea what that was supposed to be."

Stiles huffed indignantly. "What do you mean Jackson was talking about my mouth?" Stiles almost licked his lips but turned it into an awkwardly warbling whistle instead. He was smooth as hell.

Scott blinked at him. Stiles whistled while he waited. Scott blinked at him again.

"Why are you whistling?" Scott asked.

Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation. "I don't know!" Stiles sighed and covered his face with his hands. "Just tell me what Jackson said."

Scott shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention." He looked back at the side of the school that Jackson had disappeared around.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Stiles made a concentrated effort to not lick his lips as he continued, "You just said he was talking about my mouth? I'm sorry if I'm interested in how a conversation about me turned into a co-captains only circle jerk."

Scott's mouth moved but no sounds came out at first, his eyes were really wide. "It wasn't…" Scott seemed to be at a loss for how to express what he was thinking. "I didn't…"

"Dude! I saw you guys, your hands were all over each other's junks." Stiles came around from behind the jeep and grabbed his friend by the arms. "You jerked each other off, there was jerking, there is no other reasonable explanation for how else you have a wet spot on your shirt from your own semen! I just want to know what he said about me."

Scott's mouth was still having trouble. Stiles shook him. Scott opened his mouth again and then closed it. Stiles shook him again.

"Stop it!" Scott swatted Stiles's hands away and took a step back. "Why do you care what he said? Do you like him or something?" Scott mumbled.

Stiles blinked at him. If he didn't know better he would have thought Scott sounded kind of jealous. He wanted to say something about it, to clarify what Scott might have been jealous of in the first place but Scott started rambling before he could.

"He wanted to share you with me like you were some head cheerleader victory prize, wanted me to screw you while you gave him head. He said you had amazing dick sucking lips and great breath control and that you'd beg for it from both of us." Scott's voice was practically shouting at the end. "Is that what you wanted to know?"

"Head cheerleader?" Stiles asked, "He said head cheerleader, not just like any cheerleader."

Scott gaped at him. "Seriously?"

"What?" Stiles asked.

"Out of everything I just said that's what you came up with a question about?" Scott looked like he wanted to start strangling him.

Stiles took a step back towards the jeep again. "Well, it's flattering to not just be any cheerleader."

"You're not any kind of cheerleader!" Scott yelled.

"I cheer!" Stiles paused and then started laughing. Scott started laughing too and suddenly everything was a little less tense and a little less weird. "Besides, it wouldn't be like that at all. You guys would be like my lacrosse groupie harem."

Scott's eyes got wide again and his laughter choked off. "You seriously want to have a three-way with Jackson?"

Stiles looked back at the school, to where Jackson had disappeared. "I don't know, I mean, he looked like he knew how to handle a dick."

Scott spluttered. He seemed to have lost the ability to speak again. Stiles waited for him to get back in touch with his words.

"You want me to have sex with you while you give Jackson a blowjob?" Scott asked in disbelief.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Stiles said, "I didn't agree to anyone getting a piece of this sweet ass." He contemplated the idea for a few moments, he tried very hard not to lick his lips but he failed. Scott's eyes were on his mouth again. "Let's just go see if he was serious and play it by ear."

Scott looked back at the school again. "You sure?" he asked.

"Not yet," Stiles said, "depending on how everything goes down, I just want it to be clear that if I say no that's that."

Scott nodded. They picked up their bags and headed towards the school. It wasn't as awkward as he thought it'd be, walking in silence towards what might be the abrupt end to his virginity. He wondered if it counted as losing your virginity if there were no chicks involved. He wondered what the official rules were. They made their way around towards the outside entrance to the locker room. The door was propped open by a rolled up towel.

"How do you think he got in?" Scott asked.

"Maybe coach gave him a key?" Stiles replied.

"How come he gets a key and I don't?" Scott asked. His voice sounded childish, it was pretty hilarious since they were possibly on their way to an all-male orgy.

"How many people have to be involved in sex before it becomes an orgy?" Stiles asked.

Scott blinked at him. Stiles shrugged, he didn't know what else to add to that question. Scott shrugged.

"I don't know like four, right? Otherwise it's just a normal three-way." Scott pulled the door open and waited for him to enter.

Well at least Scott was being a gentleman. Stiles wondered if he'd be able to retroactively weasel dinner and a movie out of him. If Scott ended up banging him he sure as hell better take him someplace nice later.

"A normal three-way?" Stiles asked as they walked through the locker room and headed toward the hall that would lead them to the pool. "As opposed to the irregular three-ways you're normally in?"

"Can we just… not talk for a little bit?" Scott's voice sounded strange.

Stiles was beginning to think that the whole idea might be a bad one. He opened the door to the pool and gestured for Scott to go ahead of him. Stiles could be a gentleman. For all he knew he might end up banging Scott and then he'd owe him dinner. He was lost in thought about where they might go when he slammed into Scott's immobile body.

"Hey what the…" Stiles started to ask but then got distracted as he saw what had caused Scott to stop in his tracks.

Jackson was climbing out of the pool. Water cascaded down his body; the loose white boxers he was wearing weren't so loose anymore. They also weren't so white. They were sort of… Jackson colored. Stiles's mouth fell open and he licked his lips, Scott couldn't see his face anyway, he was too busy staring at Jackson too. Stiles couldn't see Scott's eyes but he was pretty sure his friend was looking at the same parts of Jackson that were saying hello through his underwear.

"Finally," Jackson said. He brushed his hand through his hair to keep it from dripping water into his eyes. "I was just about to give up." Jackson ran a hand languidly over his perfect stomach. "You guys want to get in or just move along to the main event?"

"Stiles isn't sure he—"

Before Scott could finish Stiles clapped his hand over his mouth. He pushed Scott forward. "Stiles wants to get in the pool," he said, "Stiles can speak for himself."

Jackson smirked at the two of them and let himself fall backwards into the water. Stiles and Scott looked into each other's eyes for a moment then turned their backs on each other and started stripping their clothes off.

"I should have worn sexier underwear," Stiles muttered.

"I don't think I even own sexy underwear," Scott said.

Stiles turned to look at his friend. Scott was wearing tight black boxer briefs. He reached out and tucked his fingers through the back of the waistband, pulled and let it snap back into place. Scott yelped as Stiles said, "I dunno those aren't half bad, but with a body like that I'm sure you'd make anything look good."

Stiles felt a little self-conscious being in a room with the two of them like this. He didn't think of himself as being a bad looking guy. He was cute, or adorable, or whatever, he just wasn't sexy like the two of them were. He shifted nervously and licked his lips again.

"Well," Scott sounded sort of embarrassed, "I think you make these work for you."

Stiles swallowed nervously. If someone had told him that his best friend was going to be rubbing his belly and hooking his fingers in the waistband of his underwear, he'd have thought they were high as fuck. Stiles looked down at the yellow Charlie Brown boxer shorts he was wearing, the shorts Scott's fingers were tugging on.

"If you guys are going to fuck up there let me know so I can get out of the pool again and over there too," Jackson said.

Heat rushed up Stiles's neck. He felt Scott's fingers brush along his chest no doubt following the trail of his flushed skin. "It's hot in here right?" Stiles asked.

Scott nodded but didn't say anything. Scott's fingers didn't seem so soft anymore as Stiles felt his claws sprout out of them, right against his skin. He yelped and jumped away. Scott's hand shot out but the momentary disorientation of his sudden movement gave Stiles enough time to take a running dive into the pool.

He surfaced and wiped water out of his eyes, he turned to look to see what Scott was doing. His friend was sinking down to all fours; his eyes were filled with pulsing amber light. Stiles watched in stunned silence as his friend's canine teeth elongated into fangs, hair sprouting along the sides of his face.

Stiles started to hop further away from the edge but his back bumped into a warm body. Jackson was right behind him. Scott stalked back and forth along the edge of the pool, head tilted, regarding them curiously.

"Oh shit," Stiles said, "I think he wants to eat me."

"Who the fuck wouldn't?" Jackson whispered against the back of his neck. Curious hands ran along Stiles's side making him squeak.

"Seriously?" Stiles said. He tried to push Jackson's hands away but his skin was so slick under the water. Jackson got a good grip around his waist and pulled him backwards so their bodies were flush against each other.

"I think he wants you," Jackson whispered, "He wants to see what you taste like."

Stiles shivered as a tongue hotter than the heated indoor pool ran up the back of his neck and into the base of his hair. Scott let out a tiny whine from where he was crouched at the edge. Stiles could hear his claws clicking on the floor.

"Are you insane?" Stiles asked, "You realize that he could kill us right? He could try to eat us or maybe go into some crazy wolf heat and try to fuck us to death."

Jackson nipped at one of Stiles's ears, it made him shiver again. "What a way to go," Jackson whispered and bit lightly again. "Look at him, he's up there pawing at the ground desperate to get to you."

"Maybe you're the one he wants to fuck," Stiles countered.

He wanted to pull away from Jackson but the feeling of the smooth skin of Jackson's chest against his back felt good. He gasped softly as Jackson trailed a hand down his stomach and under the front of his boxers. He shivered when Jackson gripped him.

"Maybe," Jackson said. He gave Stiles's dick a few playful tugs trying to get it more interested in fun and less worried about Scott's current state. "I don't recall him having claws when he was jerking me off."

Scott let out another whine and sniffed at the air. Stiles watched in fascination as Scott recoiled away from the pool slightly. He wondered if the wolf in him didn't like the chlorine smell of the water.

"What if the janitor comes in and finds us?" Stiles asked.

He wasn't sure he cared what Jackson's answer was, not when he was almost fully hard from Jackson's attention. The blonde let go of his dick and Stiles bit his lips to keep from complaining. Scott made another whining noise. Stiles gasped as Jackson's hand curled around his balls and kneaded them gently.

"If the janitor walked in to see the three of us fucking he'd probably be too busy masturbating furiously to call the cops," Jackson said. "Let's get out of the pool and see what Scott wants. He sounds awfully needy up there. You want to help him out too right?" Jackson punctuated his question by lightly grinding his hips against Stiles's body.

"Fuck," Stiles gasped as he felt Jackson's hard dick brush against his ass.

"Let's hope so." Jackson released Stiles's balls and gave his cock another quick tug before letting him go completely and swimming toward the edge of the pool where Scott was waiting.

Scott sat back on his haunches as Jackson approached. Stiles started swimming toward the edge too. He licked his lips as he watched Scott's glowing yellow eyes rapidly flicker between him and Jackson. Scott leaned forward bracing his upper body with one arm and using his other hand to rub at himself through his black boxers. He was making soft rumbling growls.

Jackson looked back at him once he reached the edge. "Come on," he said, "he sounds like he's done waiting."

Stiles joined Jackson at the edge of the pool. Scott inched forward. He stopped rubbing himself and sniffed at the two of them. Stiles could still hear the clicking of Scott's claws against the floor. That made him really nervous.

"I don't think he likes the chemicals in the pool," Stiles said.

"Well I'll lick them off you when we get out and there won't be a problem," Jackson said as if it was the only reasonable solution.

Jackson seemed to be very goal oriented. Stiles was sort of in awe of it. He placed his hands on the edge of the pool to hoist himself out of the water. Scott's hands shot out and grabbed his biceps. Stiles barely had time to yelp before his friend hauled him bodily out of the pool.

Stiles tried to get his legs under him but the floor was slippery. Scott pulled him further away from the edge and flipped him over onto his back. Stiles heard Jackson gasp in shock but before either of them could do anything Scott buried his face into Stiles's groin.

"Oh god…" Stiles gasped, "Jackson do something."

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" Jackson climbed out of the water. He tried to approach but froze when Scott pulled his head out of Stiles's crotch and growled at him. "I'm pretty sure he'll attack me if I get closer."

Stiles didn't know what to do. Scott turned to look back at him; he opened his mouth to say something but froze in shock as Scott used his claws to slice through his underwear. The weird part of Stiles's mind lamented the fate of his poor Charlie Brown boxers but he didn't have time to mourn for very long as Scott got his face back into his crotch. He heard more material ripping, Scott most have simply torn his own boxers off.

He shivered as his friend took deep breaths against his skin. A warm tongue lapped at the crease of his thigh. Stiles glanced back at Jackson and was shocked to see that the blonde had hooked the front of his boxers under his balls and was slowly jerking himself off as he watched. He took a step forward but froze when Scott growled. Stiles felt the vibration on the sensitive skin Scott was nosing at. It made his cock twitch.

"Why won't he let me get closer?" Jackson asked.

Stiles wanted to answer but it was hard to think when his best friend was licking up the underside of his dick. "I-I… think," Stiles gasped, "I think he wants you to know that I'm his."

"Werewolf dibs?" Jackson asked incredulously. "Is that a thing?"

Stiles whimpered as Scott sniffed and licked at the head of his cock. He had no idea a werewolf could be such a fucking tease. "It-it's a pack hierarchy thing. I think."

Jackson asked another question but Stiles couldn't hear what it was over the hungry noise Scott made as he sucked at the head of his dick. Scott ran possessive hands over Stiles's stomach. The drag of the sharp claws made him shiver and hold his breath. Scott wasn't hurting him at all he was just running his hands all over his body.

"Oh god…" Stiles gasped, "I think he's rubbing on me to make sure you know I'm his."

He wanted to elaborate but Scott abandoned his dick and started licking his way up. Scott's tongue was hot; he alternated little playful nips and long drags of his tongue as he made his way towards Stiles's chest.

"I'm not even part of the pack or whatever," Jackson said.

Stiles heard the strain in Jackson's voice. He glanced back and saw that Jackson was furiously tugging on himself, eyes locked on them. He lost focus on Jackson's hands when Scott bit down on one of his nipples. He moaned, he couldn't help it, Scott's teeth nibbled at him and it felt so fucking good.

Scott let out a satisfied rumbling noise and thrust his hips down. Stiles gasped as the hot length of Scott's dick lined up against his. Scott rutted against him and bit down on his neck. Stiles whimpered under the force of Scott's mouth. He got his hands between their bodies so that he could keep them lined up as Scott rolled his hips.

"Fuck," Stiles gasped, "So good…"

Jackson was panting from nearby. Stiles felt bad since it was sort of the guy's idea and he was getting zero love. Scott's mouth released his neck and trailed more nips up his throat. Stiles looked up into Scott's golden eyes, he couldn't help it he licked his lips nervously. Scott's eyes followed his tongue. Scott leaned further in and for the first time they were kissing. Scott's mouth was hungry and possessive at first. Stiles closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Scott's neck, kissed him back. He ran his fingers through Scott's hair and stroked his cheeks.

Scott pulled out of their kiss and gasped. "Stiles…" Scott whispered.

Stiles opened his eyes to see brown ones blinking back at him. "Hey buddy," he said. He leaned up and placed a soft kiss on Scott's lips. "I think Jackson thinks your leaving him out."

"Fuck yes he does," Jackson said.

Scott grinned. Stiles smirked and thrust his hips up against his friend. Scott grunted, mouth falling open.

"Well," Scott said as he turned to look at Jackson, "I thought you were going to show us how it was done."

Stiles turned his head to watch Jackson pull off his clinging white boxers. Jackson pointed towards the bleachers. Stiles and Scott both turned to look in that direction.

"Let's take this over there," Jackson said, "I've got things were going to need."

Stiles groaned in dismay as Scott climbed to his feet. He already missed the friction.

"What's the matter?" Scott asked. He sounded worried.

"My dick is lonely already," Stiles said.

"Well bring it over here and we'll give it what it needs." Jackson was walking quickly toward the bleachers. Scott was right behind him. Stiles scrambled to his feet, he almost slipped as he made his way towards them.