Ok so this is a scene I wrote for Hell and High Water but never got using it, and I had to tone it down a bit but hopefully it fits in…

Also I totally meant to name the song in the last chapter but I forgot. How stupid am I? Stiles was stripping to Hands All Over You by Maroon 5.

And again, thank the bad weather for me sitting in on a Saturday night with nothing to do but write fanfic.

Stiles wasn't gentle as he tugged the shirt from Jackson's shoulders. He didn't intend to be. Jackson had unleashed something in him, something deep and feral. He wanted to bite him and mark him, he wanted to claim and own him. He'd never felt so much for someone he'd only known a short time. He knew he should step back, push Jackson away because this wasn't what Jackson wanted.

Sure he wanted sex and company but Stiles wanted love and companionship and Jackson was confusing him. He didn't know if he would get all that from Jackson.

He couldn't stop himself, he couldn't drag his hands off Jackson's belt as he tugged it open one handed. 'Keep your hands on the door.' Stiles warned as he nipped Jackson's shoulder when he dared move his hands.

'Stiles…'

'Shut up. This is my game.' Stiles said with another bite, catching Jackson's skin in between his teeth in punishment.

'Don't mark me.' Jackson whined pushing his ass back into Stiles's crotch.

'Don't mark you? I'll make sure you never forget this.' Stiles said nipping Jackson's earlobe. He popped the buttons on Jackson's jeans and shoved them down his legs, grinding his cock against Jackson's ass. He dragged a hand back and let it smack over Jackson's boxer clad ass.

'Fuck Stiles.' Jackson hissed. His fingers curled into fists above his head.

'What want me to stop?' Stiles asked against Jackson's neck.

'No.' Jackson said. 'Please don't stop.'

'Jackson I'm disappointed. You're begging already. I have no work to do.' Stiles said pushing Jackson's boxers down his thighs and landing a few quick slaps to Jackson's ass. He turned them, bending Jackson over the back of the sofa. 'You know I wanted our first time to be me riding you or you fucking me but it seems you're passive when it comes to our sex life.' Stiles said pouring oil over his fingers.

'I'm shy.' Jackson said spreading his legs as best he could with his jeans around his ankles. Stiles snorted as he eased his fingers around Jackson's rim before easing the tip inside.

'You're shy my ass.' Stiles said easing his finger into the second knuckle.

'I'll not be shy of your ass if you don't hurry up and fuck me Stiles.' Jackson snapped pushing back against Stiles. 'I'll turn around and take you on.'

'Promises, promises.' Stiles said. He played with the idea of letting Jackson take over but he was already slipping another finger into Jackson and Jackson was pushing back against him. He felt ridiculous standing there in boots and a blue rubbery thong. He thought his days of stripping were long gone but Lydia could be convincing when she wanted to be.

He added a third finger. Jackson whined and arched back to him. 'You're a slut aren't you Jackson?' He asked softly.

'Yes.' Jackson breathed. Stiles was surprised to hear him answer. He wasn't expecting one.

'I think you like dirty talk, do you, do you like dirty filthy talk Jackson?' Stiles asked mouthing the back of Jackson's neck. He ground his cock between Jackson's ass cheeks.

'I think you need to take that thong off.' Jackson huffed out. Stiles slapped his ass again.

'Stop telling me what to do.' He said with a grin. 'Or I'll smack you again.'

'Take your thong off and fuck me.' Jackson said, turning his head to catch a kiss from Stiles. Stiles kissed him back, biting his lips and adding a fourth finger. 'I don't need four damn it Stiles!' Jackson whined.

Stiles chuckled and crooked his fingers. Jackson moaned loudly as Stiles found his sweet spot. 'Please, just baby please.'

'Ok.' Stiles said removing his fingers. 'Want to take my thong off with your teeth?' He teased.

'Stiles!' Jackson cried. Stiles chuckled and pushed his thong off his hips. He kicked his boots off too because he felt like a dodgy porn star and hunted through his bag for a condom. He slid the latex over his cock before he lined himself up, sliding his oiled fist along his length and easing the tip inside Jackson.

'Yes, finally!' Jackson said reaching a hand back to slide his hand up Stiles's body and pluck at his nipple ring. Stiles moaned loudly and rocked his hips into Jackson. He worked slowly until his balls pressed against Jackson's ass. He reached around Jackson and ran his fingertips along his cock, his thumb spreading moisture from the tip. 'Stiles fuck me.'

Stiles dragged his hips back and slammed forward, falling into a hard rhythm, his fist working with the rest of his body. Jackson pushed his hips back to meet Stiles's thrusts, his hands gripping behind him to catch Stiles's hips and ass.

'I'm going to, I'm, fuck Stiles…please.' Jackson moaned loudly. 'Fuck me hard.' Jackson begged. Stiles did as he was asked, whispering dirty thoughts and promises into Jackson's ears, his hips almost aching as he gave Jackson what he wanted. His fist stripped fast along Jackson's cock. Jackson clenched around him as he came, coating Stiles's fingers.

Stiles slumped across Jackson's back trying to catch his breath. Jackson moaned and pushed his shoulders up, trying to dislodge Stiles. 'You're heavy.' He whined.

Stiles stood up and tossed the condom. He turned Jackson around and kissed him softly. 'Are you ok?' Stiles asked.

'More than ok.' Jackson grinned kissing him again. Stiles ran his fingers through Jackson's hair down the back of his neck kissing his cheeks and chin.

'Don't you think we can make this work?' Stiles asked softly. He cursed himself immediately, he'd let a piece of vulnerability out. He was always so confident, so cocky and letting his guard down like this around someone who could break his heart in an instant was frightening. Only once before had Stiles let this happen to him, and he still loved with all his heart, every day but it was his secret to keep. Suddenly it felt overwhelming it felt crushing.

'I want to try.' Jackson was saying. Stiles looked at him, confused.

'Try what?' Stiles asked softly.

'Try us. This. I want to try this with you Stiles.' Jackson said pressing a kiss against his lips.

'Are you sure that's a good idea?' Stiles asked.

'What? Stiles I'm confused, one minute you're asking me to be your boyfriend and now you're thinking this isn't a good idea.' Jackson said.

'I mean…'

'Teach me. Teach me to love like you do.' Jackson said, begging something else now. Stiles touched his face, ran his fingers over his neck. 'Teach me how to be a part of this strange family that you're a part of.'

Stiles kissed him again and pulled him close, resting his head on Jackson's shoulder. Suddenly he laughed pulling back and pressing his forehead against Jackson's. He kissed Jackson softly, just a press of the lips. 'You want me to teach you how to love?' Stiles asked.

'Yes.' Jackson said. 'There's something I've found that I want to love you see, but I don't know how to do it properly.' His fingers ran down Stiles's arms, locked with Stiles's fingers.

'Well then we'll work on that together, but I think right now we should get dressed and go back to the party.' Stiles said.

'Ok.' Jackson agreed. They dressed slowly, stopping to kiss and tease before joining the ladies on the dance floor. 'I can breathe.' Jackson said curiously.

'Huh?' Stiles asked as he slipped his hands into the back pockets of Jackson's jeans. 'What are you talking about?'

'I usually hate clubs like this. I don't know they feel uncomfortable, they're too dry or something. Something I don't understand. Before it felt like this, before you came out I felt…' He was cut off by Stiles's lips pressing into his own, his tongue working into his mouth to dance the way their bodies were.

'How was that?' Stiles asked with a smile against Jackson's lips.

'Great.' Jackson said. Someone brushed a hand over Stiles's ass.

'Put him down!' Lydia said with a smile. Stiles took an arm away from Jackson to wrap around Lydia. 'I think we should go home. Allison's really tired. I told her not to wear heels but…'

'That's ok. We're ready for home anyway.' Jackson said quickly. 'At least I am.'

'Come on then.' Stiles said taking Jackson's hand and leading him towards a tired looking Allison. They walked outside to find Derek waiting in Allison's car.

'I'm really tired.' Allison said to Derek, leaning close to kiss him. 'I'm sorry.'

'What for?' Derek asked with a frown. Allison blushed and whispered something. Derek laughed and kissed her again. 'Go for a nap. I'll wake you when we get home.'

'Good idea.' Jackson whispered putting his head on Stiles's shoulder and sinking into his body. 'I think I'll join her.' He yawned. Stiles wrapped an arm around him, adjusting them until they were comfortable. The heat in the car soon had Jackson and Allison snoring.

'I think I might have a boyfriend.' Stiles whispered to the non-sleeping occupants of the car. Derek smiled at him in the rear-view mirror and Lydia kissed his hand.

'Does that mean you're going to stop stalking me then?' She asked softly.

'Never.' Stiles grinned resting his cheek on Jackson's hair. Jackson made a happy noise as he snuggled closer. Stiles closed his eyes. He didn't fall asleep, he just enjoyed being with some of his favourite people in the world.