Teen Wolf Verse
The hot summer sun baked down on Jackson's neck. He could feel himself sweating already, despite only wearing a pair of speedos. Jackson scowled in the direction of the change rooms. What was taking him so long?
"Hurry up!" Jackson called out. "It's getting hot out here!"
"It's not going to fit," Derek said under his breath, just audible to Jackson's werewolf hearing.
"Just put it on or I won't do that thing you like tonight," muttered Jackson.
There was a huff in response. Moments later, Derek emerged from the change rooms, shirtless and with his beach towel wrapped tight around his waist.
Derek glared at Jackson. "Happy now?"
"Nope." Jackson tugged Derek's towel away, leaving him exposed in those bulging tight black speedos. "Now I am."
Derek went to grab at the towel but Jackson jerked away.
Jackson smirked and flexed his abs, giving passers-by a show. "Do you want them just staring at me?"
"No," grumbled Derek. "You shithead."
"Your shithead," corrected Jackson.
Derek ducked his head, trying hide his grin. "Bet I'll beat you to the water!"