A/n: Hello, lovely readers! First off, I'd like to apologise for the wait this has been, but if you are already following me then you will know that, sadly, it's not a surprise that my updates are slower than molasses. Secondly, thank you so much for the awesome response the first part of this got! You are all amazing. And third, as this is a gift for a friend it came with some requirements, namely, smut. I don't usually write explicit stuff bc I don't feel comfortable with it, but I did it for this one, and I hope it's not awful. So, with that said, if you don't want to read slash smuttiness, then do not proceed.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Teen Wolf in any way beyond using the characters for my own enjoyment.
From: Danny
Can we talk like in person when we're off the bus?
Stiles read over the message for what must have been the hundredth time. He had agonized over how to respond for minutes before typing back a simple "yeah;" and now he sat quietly mulling over what in the world Danny would say to him.
"Stiles," he heard faintly, then again more persistent. "Stiles!" His eyes flew open as Scott shook his shoulder. "Dude, you zoned way out there. Coach says we're stopping at a motel for the night."
"Perfect, that's just how I wanted to spend my entire weekend." Stiles peered out of the window at the ramshackle accommodations. "At least he really went all out for somewhere nice," he drawled, throwing a quick sneer in Coach Finstock's direction.
Scott shrugged as they fell into line in the aisle. "At least we get to pick our own roommates." The other boy groaned in response.
"Which means Danny is going to pick Ethan and they will be alone in a locked room with a bed. Nothing about this is okay," Stiles huffed as he stepped off the bus. He looked around at the ramshackle accommodations, the aged peeling paint, and the dim lighting. "This place is really creepy.
Stiles stood, hands in pockets, waiting as the room keys were passed out. As Scott was handed the key, Stiles felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. His heart sped up, thudding against his chest.
"Dude," Scott said with faint amusement. "Read the text before you freak out. Besides, it may not even be him." He snickered at the glare sent his way.
The other teen turned his eyes to the phone, reluctant to look at the message. "You know, Scott; a little support would be great, instead of you just laughing at my situation." He rolled his eyes at the barely apologetic shrug he received before hitting the power button and unlocking the screen.
From: Danny
Room 208 be there in 10
"What did he say?" Scott asked. Stiles took a deep breath.
"To meet him in his room in ten minutes."
Scott frowned, casting a look back towards the large group of their teammates standing in the parking lot. "What about Ethan?" The other boy shrugged in response.
"I don't know. But, I guess we'll find out." He sighed. "Let's go find our room so I can put my bag down.
Danny paced the length of the dingy room nervously. Ethan hadn't been too surprised when he had asked the boy to find somewhere else to be for the night. I really like you, Ethan had said, but I don't think this is really working out. There's clearly someone else you'd rather be with. Danny had smiled a tight, shame-filled smile at him, apologised, and agreed. There was someone else. A knock on the door dragged his mind back to the present. He cursed, taking a deep breath before opening the door. "Hey, come in." He ushered the other teen into the room.
They stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to say. Stiles broke the heavy silence. "You wanted to talk?"
"I like Ethan," Danny blurted out. He cringed, unsure who he was trying to convince with the statement, Stiles or himself.
"But?" the other teen prompted. "Is there a 'but' there?"
Danny smiled at the boy's hopeful tone, continuing. "But…I can't stop thinking about what you said."
"Really?" said Stiles with surprise.
"Really. It's like, I don't know. I just can't get you out of my head, and the possibilities are sending my imagination into overdrive."
"So," the smaller teen asked hesitantly, "does this mean that you and him are done?" He held his breath, waiting for the answer.
"Definitely," Danny replied.
A mischievous look crossed Stiles' face briefly before he stepped forward into the other teen's personal space, crashing their lips together. One of his hands gripped the back of Danny's neck, the other flat on his chest. His tongue carefully pressed its way into the other boy's mouth. Danny moaned, hands sliding up Stiles' back, and walked them towards the nearer of the two beds in the room. They broke apart when the back of Stiles' knees hit the bed. He gasped as Danny pushed him so he was seated on the downturned bedspread. "Oh my god," he groaned. He grabbed the other boy's hand, pulling him down on top of him. "I want you so bad."
"Me too," Danny gasped as the other boy drew him closer. The feeling of hard flesh trapped in a denim prison bushing against his thigh sent a jolt of lightning through him and straight to his crotch. Supporting his weight on his hands, Danny recaptured Stiles' lips, leaning over the other boy who was now flat on his back. A shiver went through him as nimble fingers started to push his shirt up towards his chest before tracing every muscle. "Wait," he panted into the other boy's mouth. Leaning away he tugged off his shirt, flinging it out of the way. Stiles sat up long enough to do the same, kicking his shoes off at the same time.
Stiles lightly pushed the other boy beside him and onto the bed, sitting on top of him, straddling his thighs. He leaned forwards and kissed his lips briefly. Slowly, he mouthed his way across Danny's jaw and to his neck. He nipped at the sensitive place by his ear. It began to cross Danny's mind that the small bite would leave a mark, but before he had finished his thought, he was distracted by Stiles' tongue. He pressed it against the potential bruise, swirling it soothingly. Danny moaned at the brief feeling of teeth brushing against his skin once more before the other boy's talented mouth began to work its way down his throat. Stiles was leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down, over Danny's Adam's apple, and coming to a stop at his collar bone. He lifted his head to look at the teen beneath him.
Danny panted, shivering slightly at the warm puffs of air hitting him. "Stiles," he breathed out. His hands clutched at the boy's back muscles. Stiles made a slight hum of happiness as their bodies were pushed more firmly together. Sliding a hand up his torso, Stiles teased one nipple, causing Danny to gasp, before breathing out sharply as the boy's other hand moved to the throbbing bulge in his jeans. His hips cantered forward, pressing himself harder into Stiles' waiting hand. The boy stroked him through the taut denim, pulling strangled moans from him while his teeth and lips ravaged Danny's chest.
"I need you to—" Danny gasped as Stiles found a particularly sensitive area on his stomach, "…to…touch me!" he finished. His eyes were closed and his chest heaved with each breath.
Stiles leaned back, resting his weight on his knees on either side of his teammate. He slowly worked open the button to Danny's jeans before slowly opening the zipper. He let his fingers brush against the soft cotton boxer-briefs that were revealed. He smirked seeing the visual reaction Danny's cock had to his teasing touches. A wave of desire hit him, brought on by the soft keening sounds coming from the boy below him. He pressed a kiss to his firm abdomen at the spot where a small trail of hair disappeared under the waistband of his underwear.
Shifting his weight over, Stiles began to slowly pull Danny's jeans off, taking his underwear with them. He flicked his eyes up to look him in the face. Danny shivered as the chill air of the hotel room hit his hot, straining flesh. "Stiles," he panted before grabbing the other teen's arms and pulling him up the bed for a heated kiss. He groaned into it as straining denim rubbed across his dick, teasing the sensitive flesh.
Using one hand to support himself, Stiles slid the other down the length of Danny's body before loosely wrapping it around his length. The other boy moaned as he began to slowly work his hand up and down, this thumb sliding across the slit at the tip of the head, catching the beads of precum and sliding them around. He groaned in appreciation as fingers worked to free his own growing erection from his clothing. As their tongues continued to dance, Danny's fingers fumbled for a way to get Stiles' pants off without having to stop the action, even for a moment. He groaned in pleasure, though it soon turned to frustration, as Stiles twisted his wrist perfectly, still stroking him, before letting go, flopping over onto his back. Stiles quickly shimmied out of the remainder of his clothes. He shot Danny a thoroughly debauched look.
Danny returned Stiles' look with a grin. He rolled onto his side, leaning up slightly on one arm. His actions were mirrored, and they came together, lips and tongues less frantic in their movements, but no less passionate. They kissed slowly, drawing out the sensations as long as possible. The smaller teen had resumed stroking Danny's cock, his movements stuttering and jerky as the other boy did the same to him. With a gasp, Danny broke his lips away from Stiles'.
"I'm gonna…so close," he panted, hips jerking forward with every movement of the boy's hand.
"Me too," Stiles said between short breaths.
"Stiles, I…I…OH!" he shouted. Danny erupted, hot, sticky liquid covering both their stomachs. He realised that he must have stopped moving his hand around Stiles in the midst of his orgasm as he felt a slender hand wrap around his own to finish the job. It was only a matter of seconds before Stiles burst forth from his pleasure, spilling out to join in the mess already present between them.
They lay side my side a moment as their breaths evened out. At the feeling of fingers lacing with his own, Danny turned his head to look at Stiles. The teen smiled shyly, a soft look in his eyes. Stiles looked away and cleared his throat. "I'm gonna grab a washcloth," he said, moving from the bed, grabbing his boxers and shirt as he headed for the bathroom.
A/n: Thank you for reading this chapter, as it was incredibly difficult for me to get done. I'm pretty sure I used just about every cliché I could have to describe it, but I hope you don't hold it against me! I have a vague idea what the next chapter will be, but I'm not sure when it will be up as I am leaving for a semester abroad in about 5 days and have a bunch to do to get ready.
Leave a review and let me know what you think! But be gentle with me, bc I know the sex scene sucked and don't need to hear it from others.