Teen Wolf Verse
The music blared loudly, assaulting Derek's senses. Sweaty men kept bumping into him on the darkly lit dancefloor. A nightclub was the last place Derek wanted to be but Jackson was at the The Jungle, playing his stupid games.
He spotted Jackson across the room, all smiles and charm with another man. The stranger was tall and blonde with this annoyingly refined manner. Like he came from the wealth and privilege that Jackson so desperately aspired to. Derek scowled and shoved at a dancer that bumped him. He knew Jackson was just trying to make him jealous, a little payback for some imagined slight.
Two could play that game.
Derek slowly pulled at the zipper that was slashed across his chest, exposing his nipples. Across the room, Jackson's smile faltered. But only for a moment. Jackson leaned in to close the blonde man's ear, whispering something while his hand slipped in along the man's side.
Derek closed his eyes, letting the thumping music throb down his spine, settling somewhere near his pelvis. He began to move in time with the heavy beat underneath the music. Precise yet slow, sensual movements that made his muscles flex and stretch. Dancers crowded in close, grinding up against him.
Derek glanced over at Jackson. He was staring at Derek, his jaw clenched tight, completely ignoring his blonde friend.
Hands roamed his waist, pulling at his shirt. Derek whipped it off in a fluid movement. People cheered. Someone pinched his nipple. Derek grinned, his hand sliding down to pull at his belt.
Jackson shoved his way through the crowd, pushing guys away from Derek. "Ok that's it. Back the fuck off everyone. Who do you think you are with that goatee? Chris Pine? Go home and shave that thing off. "
Derek's admirers dispersed, Jackson scowled at Derek and captured his lips in a rough kiss. "You win, alright? Now why don't you show me the rest of those moves back home."