Okay, I'm sorry this took so long. School is horrible and my writer's block has amazingly fucked up timing. Hopefully this will give you all what you've been wanting.

After Stiles had gotten home from school, he'd just about ran to his room and locked the door behind him. It was Wednesday, and he only had until Friday to plan his and Danny's special night together -he'd taken it upon himself without telling the other teen- and to figure out how the Hell he was supposed to go about having sex at all. He'd seen porn before, sure, but never gay porn. He'd just never thought about looking it up. He decided now that it was probably the best time to do so. He got comfortable in front of his computer after making sure his bedroom window was locked and the blinds were down, and he searched for video in one tab, using the other to search terms like 'how to give a blowjob' and 'how to make anal penetration pleasureful'. He felt a bit silly doing it, but he wanted to make it good for Danny.

He couldn't help his thoughts drifting to how Danny would look sweaty, chest heaving, legs hiked up and loud noises spilling uncontrollably from his mouth. He could almost feel the heat of his skin, and the taste of his lips, and it startled him when there were groans filling his ears from his headphones connected to his laptop, video starting to play without his permission. He quickly paused it, shivers running down his spine as he looked down to his lap, half hard cock pressing a bit against the zipper of his jeans. He mentally cursed at himself but pressed on, ignoring his soon to be aching erection to try to retain some very useful information. He tried to read about how to correctly stimulate another guy, which positions would work best, the only downfall being he pictured each one with the older teen and himself, making his lust swell and give him trouble concentrating.

He switched over to the video and pressed play, watching the blond one giving the brunette a blowjob, shuddering at finally knowing the sensations of it, and knowing he'd have to give the favor back to Danny one of these days. He was excited for that day. He watched closely at the techniques of the blond's mouth, how he turned his head, where his hand gripped the brunette's cock, how his tongue moved and how loud the brunette got at each action. Would Danny sound like that? He pressed the palm of his hand against his crotch, letting out a deep breath at the pleasure with his eyes fixated to the screen.

The video cut after the brunette had come, and now they were laying in a missionary position, two fingers that belonged to the brunette deep inside the blond, who had his legs up and was moaning as he fucked himself on them. His cock twitched at knowing how that felt, too. The blond's hips bucked and the digits were removed, tip of the brunette's cock at his gaping entrance. Stiles made a mental note to make sure he stretched him open enough so he wouldn't get hurt. He watched and touched himself as the two men on the screen fucked, and he half treated it like an assignment; to understand and remember, to customize it to a way that he'd be able to use it. When it was over, he took off his headphones and undid the button to his jeans. He erased the history on his computer as he got his clothes off, then hastily made his way to his bathroom to get into the shower and take care of his big and throbbing problem.

Stiles was a whimpering mess, forehead against the shower wall while he tried so hard to make it last. He felt like he was going to explode, sensitive and full with a tight hand around his cock, other hand behind him and comfortable with two fingers inside him. He knew he'd figure out how to make himself feel good like this, but it was almost too much. Almost. He worked his fingers inside himself harder, against that magical bundle of nerves, other hand quick and fitted. He was so close. So fucking close...

"Danny!" He shouted as his vision went white and he came hard, hips bucking and noises not being able to be held back. He rode it out and took air in like he was suffocating, fingers gently slipping out with a sensitive whimper, dick still hard in his other hand. He let out a soft moan at the post orgasm bliss, and was fully ready to enjoy it for a while when the sound of his phone ringing brought him out of it. He groaned out of annoyance and pulled back the shower curtain enough, grabbing his discarded jeans and fumbling to get the electronic out.

He did after a moment and answered it without looking at the caller I.D, "Scott, if you called me just because you're bored, I swear to God, I'll-"

"Stiles."

He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat. His breathing was still ragged, and the sound of his voice made him feel hot all over, "D-Danny, hi."

"Hey, what are you doing?" The older teen asked, the kid sounding like he'd just ran ten miles.

"I'm in the shower." Stiles said immediately, without thinking. There was a moment of silence, and he thought nothing would ever be as loud as his breathing at that moment.

"Really? Were you drowning?" The goalie asked, a bit amused in knowing that wasn't the case, and also in that Stiles would answer the phone while he was bathing.

"N-No, I was... I-I wasn't doing anything." The younger teen hated that he kept stuttering, but he couldn't help it. He heard the other teen chuckle.

"Stiles, were you doing something... naughty?" Danny licked his lips, sitting back against the headboard of his bed, feeling smug that he'd caught him.

"...Yeah."