**Just a reminder that this is a collection of oneshots, so this has nothing to do with the last chapter**
Jackson hadn't been prepared for this. Derek had warned him that he would start going into heat twice a year, but hadn't gone too much into detail. It seemed to embarrass him. Apparently male and female werewolves go into heat, as opposed to just females, like in other species. Derek had muttered something about lunar cycles and transmogrification not changing with gender, then quickly dropped the subject. So now Jackson had to go through the entire day with a hard on, trying to keep everyone at school from seeing it. Everywhere he looked, he saw sex. Everyone somehow looked sexy today, even the guys, much though it embarrassed him. This was heightened by his wolf senses, so that he could see every inch of sexy skin, hear every sexy sound, taste the sex in the air, and smell every sexy scent. Everything was sex.
Granted, Derek and Peter both confirmed that the first heat was always the worst. They said that the urge was almost uncontrollable by the end of the day, but that it would only last one day. Jackson figured nothing could make him hornier than being a virile teenager, so he went to school anyway. This had been a mistake.
From the minute he got into the building, it seemed like he could see, hear, and smell everyone in the building. Immediately, his dick got hard looking at everyone's exposed legs and arms (and occasionally more), and smelling the scent of their bodies. Everyone seemed like a sex god to him. He covered up his boner with some books for most of the day. Nobody particularly seemed to notice. Everything was fine until his last class of the day.
He sat behind Scott McCall in Algebra that day. Usually, he could totally ignore the boy. But today, in his heightened state of arousal, Scott seemed even sexier than everyone else. He was wearing a short sleeved t-shirt, and Jackson couldn't see anything but the bulging, tanned biceps coming out of the shirt. His neck seemed particularly hot, and Jackson used every restraint within himself not to lick it. However, nothing compared to the way he smelled. Something made him smell like pure sex. It was as if Jackson could smell his cock through his pants. He could smell how tight Scott's asshole was. Jackson realized suddenly that this scent was probably because Scott was in heat, too.
He was immediately distracted from these thoughts by the teacher loudly barking out a question to the class, though the words didn't register in Jackson's ears. He could see a few curly armpit hairs sticking out of his sleeve when Scott raised his hand to answer. This made him wonder if Scott's pubes looked the same. Did he shave them? Or trim? Or did he just let a huge sexy tangle of dark hair adorn his cock? Speaking of which, how big was it? Was it as tan as the rest of him? Suddenly, Jackson became hyperaware of the fact that Scott McCall, who was sitting right in front of him, had a penis under all of his clothes. He realized that the only thing keeping him from Scott's hard, tanned body was several thin layers of clothing. Jackson was a werewolf. Some flimsy cotton couldn't hold him back!
This fact became ironically apparent when Jackson heard a quiet ripping sound coming from beneath his desk. He looked down, and saw the books on his lap shifting. Looking around, he made sure that nobody was watching him before removing the books from his boner. The head of his cock stared back at him from his lap. Apparently, his wolf-dick had grown to such a frenzied state of arousal while watching Scott that it literally ripped through his underwear and the seam next to his zipper. Now the red head of his cock was staring up at him, drooling on his pants as it searched for Scott. He tried to push it back down, but it was too hard to move an inch. The hole was barely big enough for the excessively hard cock, so his dick just moved with it when he tried to maneuver his pants around it. Eventually, he gave up, putting his books back over the wet nub. Somehow, even his books pressing against his hard on felt good.
Finally, class ended, and everyone filed out of the door, eager to leave. Everyone crowded around the door, standing shoulder to shoulder, and Jackson ended up behind Scott. He could feel the heat coming from the boy's backside as he hovered a hand as close to the boy's ass as he dared. Jackson did his best to cover up his cock, following Scott into the parking lot. He watched as Scott got into Stiles' Jeep before getting into his own car, his eyes never leaving the tanned boy. Inside his Porsche, Jackson took off his ripped jeans and briefs, relief flooding his cock as it was allowed to fill entirely with blood. It was so hard that, sitting down, it reached his chest. His cum-filled balls sagged between his legs, all the way down to the leather seat. His asshole was weirdly hot, making his ass sweat, making the leather beneath wet.
He sped off, keeping one car between him and Stiles' Jeep. As he drove, Jackson began to break out in a sweat, dampening his shirt. He ripped it off and opened a window, recognizing his body going into overdrive as he began the hunt. Somehow, the strangeness of the situation didn't ever seem to hit him; it felt totally normal to drive in absolutely nothing but a pair of aviator sunglasses, a ten inch boner (normally nine) blowing in the wind. Through the open window, he could still smell Scott. The indescribable smell that Jackson could immediately somehow recognize as Scott's asshole in heat drove him to continue the fervor of the hunt. Finally, the Jeep stopped in Scott's driveway. Jackson parked a little way down the street, watching as Scott got out of the car and headed to his house while Stiles drove off.
Jackson stepped out of his car. Scott was nearly to his door, and Jackson could hear the song coming faintly from his headphones. He raced to the boy, erection leading the way as he ran down the sidwalk in broad daylight. Just as Scott opened the door and took a step in, Jackson caught up with him. Startled, Scott stood still as Jackson pressed his naked body against his backside, diving his hands down the boy's pants, like he'd been waiting to do all day. His hard on raged against Scott's back as one of his hands grabbed the three flaccid inches, the other cupping his low-hanging ballsack. He heard the boy gasp in surprise, but instead of pulling away, he arched his back, grinding his bubble butt into the massive hard on.
Jackson grinned, pulling at the pants from the inside, using his wolf strength to rip the jeans and briefs from his hips. Running his hands up the boy's torso and landing on his hard pecs, Jackson teased the boy's nipples before ripping his shirt to shreds. Scott froze under his touch, now in nothing but his skater shoes. Jackson backed off, pushing past him into the house to examine his face in order to find out the cause of his negative reaction.
"The door," Scott said with a grin, turning around and closing it behind him. Jackson peered past Scott's shoulder, noticing the well-toned jogger that had apparently stopped to enjoy the show. Scott turned back around, looking at Jackson. Jackson took in the other boy's body. He was every bit the teenaged sex god that Jackson had been looking for all day; his thick skater shoes, his hairy legs, his dark mop of hair, the budding muscles, the dark bush untamed of pubic hair with a treasure trail, his dark, uncut, flaccid cock at three soft inches. The definition of adolescent beauty. Jackson noticed Scott was sizing him up, too, his dark eyes fixated on his pelvis.
"What's the matter Scott?" Jackson asked, grabbing his massive hard on by the base and wiggling it tantalizingly at the boy. "Never seen one this big before?"
Scott shook his head no. Jackson closed the space between them, lightly touching a finger to Scott's bellybutton, feeling his taught, tanned abs. "You can touch it," Jackson whispered in the boy's ear, their bodies nearly touching as he worked his finger down the trail, through the pubes, and onto the soft cock. "If you want."
Scott's fingers brush against his thigh, and the tanned boy sucked in slight gasp. His fingers were inching toward Jackson's cock, but he didn't bring them all the way. "I-I'm just in heat," Scott mumbled. "We s-shouldn't."
"C'mon," Jackson said, stroking Scott's cock in earnest now, and using his free hand to grab Scott by the wrist. "You wouldn't want it so bad in heat if you didn't want it the rest of the time." He brought Scott's hand to his cock, wrapping the fingers around the aching erection. He helped Scott get a steady rhythm before taking his guiding hand away, allowing Scott to jerk his cock alone. Jackson continued to rub Scott's growing dick, feeling it swell beneath his hand.
Once his cock finally got hard, Scott closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Jackson smiled. "You like that?" he asked teasingly. Scott's mouth formed a smile. After a few minutes, Jackson moved around to Scott's backside, giving him a reach-around as he kissed the boy's ear and neck. He inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of the boy's skin. Jackson could feel the heat emanating from the boy's ass against his pelvis.
"I've been smelling you all day," Jackson breathed in his ear. He grabbed Scott's warm ass with his full hand, eliciting a gasp from the boy as his long middle finger slid between the perfect tanned cheeks, brushing the burning hot hole. "You made me so hard, my cock ripped a hole in my jeans."
Jackson licked Scott's neck, taking in the taste of his warm skin. Lifting one of his tan arms up to show off a bicep, Jackson licked the contours of the muscles he'd been watching in class. Moving south, he ran his tongue over the boy's hairy pits, inhaling the manly aroma that had caught his attention. He continued pumping Scott's seven and a half inch dick and fingering his hole, feeling how tight the wet hole was. The scent that he'd been smelling around Scott all day was accurate: Scott's virgin asshole was very hot, and very, very tight. He could barely squeeze his finger in to the first knuckle. Jackson moved his tongue around, sucking on Scott's dark nipple. Scott moaned as Jackson flicked his tongue against the sensitive little nub. Removing his finger from the boy's ass, Jackson moved around and slid his tongue across the boy's abs, down his treasure trail, through his pubes, and briefly to his cock. He only sucked on the head for a moment, eating the precum before moving down to his balls. Scott's abs hardened and he put his hands behind his head as Jackson rolled the balls around in his mouth, tasting their sweat. Sliding his tongue down the boy's hairy legs, Jackson finally came to his feet, sucking each long, tanned toe.
Jackson then turned Scott around, pushing the boy roughly against the wall so that he was face-first, prone against it. Jackson slid his tongue up and down Scott's crack, tasting the perfect bubble butt before him. Scott shivered slightly with anticipation as Jackson spread the perfect cheeks, flicking the burning hot hole with his tongue. Jackson planted his face into the ass, plunging his wet tongue into the hole and tasting the scent that he'd been smelling all day. It reminded Jackson of the relief he felt when his mother finally let him have a slice of birthday cake, after smelling it baking all day. He worked his tongue inside the boy, activating every sensitive nerve within the asshole to make Scott moan.
Suddenly, Scott's moan turned into a scream. "Just fuck me, goddammit!" he boomed, a definite wolf-edge to his voice making it even more commanding. Jackson smiled, standing up.
"What was that? I didn't hear you," he said teasingly, running a finger across Scott's asscrack.
"I need your cock in me now!" Scott boomed, louder this time, his eyes flashing yellow. He reached around and spread his asscheeks, begging to be filled.
"If you insist," Jackson said cockily. He lined the wet head of his raging hard on up with the tight, warm hole, and slammed his pelvis forward, into Scott's. The boy howled like a wolf as his virgin ass was ripped open, petering off into a gargled moan of ecstasy. Now that he was getting what he wanted, Jackson couldn't stop himself. He began pounding the asshole mercilessly, shoving his cock into and out of Scott at a breakneck speed. Scott clawed at the wall beneath his hands, scratching through the paint with his claws.
In their fervor, Jackson lost is balance, causing both of them to fall to the floor. Scott simply sat up, pumping up and down on Jackson's cock with the same speed and vigor. Jackson watched as the tan, muscular boy pumped up and down on his cock, desperately trying to keep the sensation in his prostate. Suddenly, Jackson stood, toppling Scott over but staying on his dick. Scott was now bent over the back of the couch as Jackson filled him, both clawing hungrily at the fabric beneath them. Scott pushed his ass against Jackson's pelvis, trying to take in as much of the massive cock as he could. They both heard a splintering sound as the framework of the couch gave way beneath their wild jerking, making both boys fall. Jackson was now on his knees, with Scott on all fours in front of him on the remains of the couch. As Jackson thrust behind him, Scott found himself involuntarily scooting forward with each push. Jackson crawled after him as they fucked their way across the carpet, ending up in the kitchen. Here, the tile gave them some friction.
Scott's hands and toes scratched clawmarks into the linoleum as Jackson pushed his cock agains the boy's prostate. Suddenly, Scott stood, Jackson rising with him. Scott managed to flip around, twisting on the dick as he acrobatically landed on the table next to him. Vaguely, something in each of their minds said that there was no way he could've done that if he wasn't in heat and wolfed out. Jackson placed the boy's legs on his shoulders as he fucked the boy's bubble butt. He noticed that Scott's pubes grew longer, too, when he wolfed out, taking on a diamond shape as they met with his happy trail. They then locked eyes, Scott's yellow fixated on Jackson's bright blue.
Jackson felt his stomach muscles clench and his balls tightened. His thrusts slowed, getting longer and more violent as his cum filled Scott's asshole. He made a whining sound as his desperate cock released into the ass that he'd been longing for all day. Finished, Jackson leaned forward, taking Scott's dick into his mouth. After a few short sucks, Scott's ready dick blew several loads into Jackson's mouth. With a wicked smile, Jackson pulled himself forward, kissing Scott. He released Scott's cum into the boy's mouth, pulling back to watch the bottom swallow his own jizz.
The pair looked around them. With Scott's open floorplan, they could see the living room, too. One wall had deep scratch marks down it, leading to the floor. There were scratch marks on several parts of the floor. Scott's shoes were ripped apart, having gotten torn apart at some point without either party noticing. Scott's clothes and Jackson's sunglasses were also tattered, strewn across the floor. Half of the couch was completely destroyed, the cushions having been torn apart and the frame snapped. Several deep patches of carpet were missing where the two had fucked along it. The kitchen tile was also scratched, and at some point the table had apparently cracked in half, splintering around the unaware fuckbuddies. Scott's hands and knees were rug burned, and his dark mop of hair was covered in sweat, as was the rest of his body. A pool of cum dripped from his ass onto the floor. There was a trail of sweat that followed their path across the rooms. No longer wolfed out, both boys brought their attention back to one another, smiling.
Jackson flipped around and Scott rose to his elbows as the front door was broken from its hinges. Derek and Stiles ran in, Derek half-way wolfed out, Stiles holding a zip-lock bag of mountain ash. Their eyes surveyed the destruction before finding the stunned pair on the floor in front of them. Both were covered in sweat, their abs contracting as they breathed heavily. Jackson's massive hard on was deflating, drooping down from his short-cropped, trimmed pubic hair to point at the floor. Scott was on his back, cum dripping from his as and streaming from the corner of his mouth, mixing with the sweat on one part of his dark hair. His deflating cock sat on his hard, tanned abs. "We...heard a howl," Stiles said, his face reddening as he took in the naked pair.
Unexpectedly, Derek's face broke out into a smirk. "I told the first heat was always the worst."