Did a real life spit take (reading something while drinking and finding it so funny the floor and computer ended up covered in coffee), thanks Blooboy70 for almost killing me with the thought of Jackson with a bingo fetish...There may be a spin off/other story where we see Danny get his cocktease of a man. Let me know what you think.

I'll just leave this little teaser right here.

Danny spun the cage and a small plastic sphere popped out. Jacksons eyes were glued to it, he loved the game. He loved it more than any sane person should, the cage really turned him on because he had so many kinky thoughts about cages. Balls...well, they were one of his favourite shapes - three guesses for what the other one is. Also, the fact that Danny was naked and covered his modesty with a bingo card really got to Jackson. He wanted to rip it off when all the numbers came up, came, was almost cum. He wanted to do that so badly too.

Danny bit his bottom lip and then whispered, "My favourite position, sixty-nine."

It's short but it had to be because the next bit will be non-stop fun. Stopping for cutesy-ness which pauses for angst and then waits on the "d'aaaaawwwwww!". But yeah. Have at it and enjoy.

Chapter 12

Derek was trying very hard for the boy across the table from him. Very hard.

He wasn't sorry for not loving the boy, they'd both end up hurt by loss that he was so accustomed to. He should understand, he's felt the bitter crush of incomprehensible loss too. Why didn't he understand?

"You're just gonna keep shutting me out then? You realise that I'll just keep fighting until you let me take what I want?" Derek thought the boy was being stupid, he couldn't love something he hardly knew. Especially something dangerous.

"And you realise I could just pack up and leave. There's nothing tying me to this place." He knew he messed up when the words caught in his throat. He did have something to stop him leaving, he just didn't want to admit it.

Stiles stuck out his tongue, winked and said, "liar." 'Great, arrogant as well' Derek thought. "So what's keeping you here? Tell me or I'll climb across the table and make you." Stiles gave another wink. Derek was definitely not going to tell this...omega anything. That's what Stiles was, the omega, the weakest and lowest member of any pack.

Derek wasn't quite sure whether he was serious or not, if the kid was then the alpha wolf in him would react very badly to being challenged by an omega. He couldn't risk wrecking the ice cream parlour in a fit of rage. He lied and said, "Scott's training."

"Try again." This boy seemed incapable of giving up.

"My family home?" he tried.

Stiles sighed, "Yea, you sound really convincing."

Derek snapped, he really couldn't help it but it was provoked. You really shouldn't taunt a werewolf, "What do you want me to say Stiles!" he was almost shouting and the object of his fury sunk into his seat. He could smell the fear rolling off the kid and he felt just a little guilty for shouting.

"How the hell should I know," Stiles was angry too and seemingly unafraid to show it. "How about 'I care about you Stiles and I'm being a dick because I've got abandonment issues and I shouldn't mess you about by kissing you one minute and then disappearing and I definitely shouldn't shout at you in the middle of an ice cream parlour'?" He stood up and left, leaving Derek himself feeling empty.

His ice cream was abandoned on the table with a couple of twenties when he went after the angry teen. He followed Stiles scent like a common dog and couldn't help think how low he might actually be willing to stoop for this boy. He spotted him just before they reached the park and saw him on the phone. Eaves dropping was rude but he really wanted to know what was on the boys mind, he might be venting to his best friend and it would be useful to know how to fix it. He had to concentrate on the teens heartbeat first to drown out the sounds of cars and birds and people, he used that like an anchor to listen to the voice that belonged to the heartbeat, "Hey Danny, it's Stiles. Please don't hang up, it's not about the class project I just need someone that isn't Scott right now and I didn't know who else to call." his voice started to crack as tears overwhelmed anger and Derek's heart hurt. He wasn't quite sure why and it didn't stop until Stiles wiped away the tears and composed himself before Danny arrived. He wasn't sure he wanted to listen anymore and headed toward his car.

He had spent most of the day driving around town or running through the forest trying to get the feeling that he'd done something wrong out of his head. He'd saved them both plenty of time, effort and emotional distress by stopping everything before it properly got started. Kissing the boy was never his plan, it happened to him and he went with it because it felt right. It felt right like remembering the words to a song he'd learned as a kid or right like other poetic crap that he didn't want to think about. SLAM. Another tree fell when he threw his whole weight against it. Destruction was therapeutic, it had been the only consistent thing in his life. His home was destroyed, his life, his family. Everything. What are a few more trees compared to all that loss. The tree trunks were brown and only served as a constant reminder of those teary eyes that he was desperate to forget.