**Just to clear something up, these are all written by me, chanooa, off of prompts sent to me by DJDarkPixie. And yes, this last chapter is unbelievably long (like certain other things to be described later), so you may want to pace yourself and inch it in slowly, instead of going balls deep.**
"Christ, Stiles, how have you found absolutely nothing for Jackson yet?" Isaac asked, shifting the little Nordstrom bag into his other hand in order to reach for his wallet. They were standing in line, hungrily eying the walnuts that were being glazed in the stand just a few feet away from them. "I mean, Scott and I haven't been dating for half as long as you guys and I already knew exactly what I wanted to get him."
"I dunno, I'm not good with knowing what other people like," Stiles said, looking around the high-end mall to get any kind of idea from the expensive window displays surrounding them. Nothing seemed as if it would appeal to Jackson's discerning tastes.
He sighed as they approached the counter, ordering some of the fragrant nuts and hot cocoa. As they weaved through the little cafe area to a free table, Stiles found himself resorting to trying to find people who looked like Jackson, in hopes that they may be wearing something that he'd like. "Oh, I have a little something," Stiles said mischeviously, suspiciously eying the bright white mall and its well to-do customers as he slipped a little flask from his pocket.
"Merry Christmas to me," Isaac muttered to himself as Stiles poured some of the Bailey's into their cups. The slight tinge of alcohol took the edge off of the supersweet drink, and helped to relax both shoppers as they unwound from the hype of the crowds. "So have you gotten your ornament for Danny and Matt's exchange yet?"
"No," Stiles said, still languidly analyzing the customers around them in hopes of finding something that Jackson would really like. Thus far, his gifts to his boyfriend had been less than ideal, though Jackson never let on. Somehow, Stiles got the message when he found the coral sweater he'd gotten Jackson for his birthday, still folded in the box beneath the man's shoe-rack. "Have you gotten yours yet?"
"Of course, Stiles, you did remember that it's tonight, didn't you?" Isaac said, almost patronizing in his amusement at Stiles' scattered brain.
"Dammit, it is?" Stiles said, looking Isaac in the face for a moment before returning his eyes to the throng of shoppers. "I guess I should also- there it is!"
"What are you-" Isaac watched as Stiles sprang up from his seat, grabbing the elbow of a man passing by their table. The man turned around, looking annoyed and confused. He was taller than Stiles, but not much, with chiseled features and perfectly coiffed black hair. He was wearing very expensive looking clothes, with a long woolen coat accented by a festive red scarf, his tailored slacks hugging his legs just right, leading down to his shiny leather shoes. All together, the man could easily pass for a model on a runway.
"Where did you get that coat?" Stiles asked, looking eagerly into the man's smoldering eyes.
"S-Stiles?" the man asked, shrugging his elbow from the boy's grasp.
"Do I know- Oh! Derek! I haven't seen you in forever!" Stiles exclaimed, wrapping his arms briefly around the man's broad shoulders. Isaac now remembered the man, though he'd only seen him once or twice. He knew that Stiles' dad had some connection with Mr. Hale, and they were often at one another's house, discussing work. Stiles and Derek managed to become friends when they were stuck together and told to go play. Stiles said that they'd lost contact after Mr. Hale died in a house fire, when Derek moved away to New York. This had come up when Stiles and Isaac were discussing first loves once; apparently, Derek had been Stiles' first big crush. Now, seeing the model-perfect man in front of him, he could easily understand the appeal.
"Hey, Stiles, how have you been?" Derek said, smiling an easy grin through his slight stubble.
"Good, just doing some Christmas shopping. And you? How has New York been?" Stiles asked, surveying the man from head to toe.
"Great, thanks. I'm just back for the holidays, you know, visiting a few friends and seeing the graves," Derek said, remaining chipper even as he discussed his family's untimely deaths.
"Right, right, that sounds nice," Stiles said, feeling a little awkward around the subject of death. "Oh, right, this is my friend, Isaac."
"I think we've met before," Isaac said, standing briefly to shake hands with Derek.
"Yeah, I've seen you around," Derek said with a smile. "Oh, so I heard you were dating Jackson now. Congratulations, he seems like a catch."
Stiles blushed slightly. "Yeah, I'm pretty lucky," he said, glancing down at the floor. "He's really great."
"That's great," Derek said, pausing for a beat. "So how are things going for Scott? I remember you two were good friends."
"Actually, he's my boyfriend," Isaac piped in, his face then turning red.
Derek shuffled his feet, looking down at them. "So, Derek, have you met any hot chicks in New York? I'm sure you can't keep up with them all," Stiles said, giving Derek another approving appraisal, his eyes hungrily taking in the man's physique.
"Er-no, not exactly," Derek said. "I'm single at the moment."
"Oh, well that can be good, too," Stiles said awkwardly, feeling bad at assuming the hot man had a significant other.
"Yeah, it's a little sad around the holidays, since everyone wants to be with their loved ones," Derek said, immediately regretting saying it when he saw Stiles and Isaac's face take on a look of pity.
"Well, do you at least have someone to see on Christmas?" Stiles asked, looking concerned.
"No," Derek said, fighting the urge to lie. "I mean, I could make some plans with some friends, I guess."
"Well, tonight, some friends and I are gonna have a little ornament exchange, if you wanna come," Stiles said, taking out his phone. "Give me your number and I'll text you the address."
"Oh, I don't want to be an imposition," Derek said, wishing he'd never brought it up.
"Nonsense," Stiles said, taking the phone from Derek's hand, "we'd all love to have you there."
"Well, I'll see if I can make it," Derek said, feeling apprehensive now as he took his phone back.
"I definitely hope you can be there!" Stiles said. "I'd love to get to talk to you more."
"Well, I'll be sure to stop by to say hello to your dad while I'm in town," Derek said, backing away. "I'm glad I ran into you."
"You too!" Stiles said as Derek disappeared into the crowd of people.
Isaac stood with Stiles, gathering their empty cups and throwing them into the trash bin. "It was nice to see him again," Stiles said, smiling.
"You never did find out where that coat came from," Isaac said with a grin.
"Dammit!" Stiles barked, hitting his forehead. "Whatever, let's see what we can find."
The rest of their shopping excursion was filled with lots of conversation and laughing. Isaac teased Stiles about his love affair with Derek, though Stiles countered by reminding Isaac of how he was practically drooling over the man. They went to several stores, looking at similar coats until they found one that Stiles deemed satisfactory. Together, they also bought a few special things; Isaac bought himself a red thong with a little sprig of mistletoe above the crotch, Stiles bought matching red and green striped briefs for him and Jackson. They also went into a special shop and tried on a few leather jockstraps, though only Isaac was brave enough to buy one. Laughing, they also picked up a whip for a host present, putting a bow on it for Danny and Matt. By the time they left the mall, both boys were looking forward to the Christmas Eve ornament exchange that night.
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Scott and Isaac were the last of the group to arrive at Danny and Matt's house. It was a gorgeous old home, with Victorian spires and curves, as well as neat lattice work and detailing adorning the windows. Danny, now an architect, threw himself into the renovation of this old house when he found it nestled in a quiet corner of Beacon Hills. It had fallen into disrepair by the time the old woman living in it passed away, and he had taken care to respect the original architecture while adding modern touches. The overall effect was a harmony between new and old.
Matt had taken over with the decorating for Christmas, however. In his family, they had always done a big Christmas, and he happily carried on the tradition. Walking up to the garland-clad porch, and through the wreath-adorned door, the new couple felt as if they were transported into a different time. Tasteful and time-honored decorations festooned almost every surface, riding the line between just enough and too much. In the little foyer, Scott noticed that there was even a little red bow on every hook on the coat rack. Rolling his eyes, the pair proceeded into the spacious living room. From a time when wealthy people were expected to entertain guests almost daily, the entire house easily accommodated large groups, and was designed for an easy flow for party guests. Inside, Matt was busy chatting with Stiles, while Jackson was picking his way through the table of food. There were plates of glazed meats, candied nuts, fresh fruits and vegetables, and lots of baked goods and chocolates. Scott and Isaac both put their gift bags with the others, on a coffee table by the door, waiting for the exchange. Danny strode out of the kitchen with a glass of wine in each hand.
"Oh, hey guys," Danny said, handing the glass of red to Jackson and the white to Stiles. "Want anything to drink? We have some reds from Austria and Belgium, and a white Riesling."
"I'll take the white," Scott said with a smile, sitting in a large armchair next to Matt so he could hear the conversation.
"Just water for me, thanks," Isaac said before picking up a plate and joining Jackson at the food table.
"...but to get that kind of effect, you're really going to need a digital SLR with at least 14.2 MP," Matt said before reaching cookie up to his mouth and nibbling on a corner.
"Oh, alright, thanks," Stiles said, his eyes somewhat glazed over. He was doing a good job of pretending to be interested in what had clearly been a highly technical tirade on Matt's part, but Scott could tell that Stiles had long since given up trying to understand.
"I told you not to get him started," Danny said, sitting on the loveseat next to Matt before handing a glass of Riesling to Scott. He pecked his partner on the cheek before picking up his glass by the stem. "He just doesn't know when to quit."
"No it was... interesting," Stiles said, trying not to offend Matt.
"So, Stiles, how many more articles do you have to get published before you get tenure?" Scott asked, quickly changing the subject to something safer.
"Oh, two more, if the one getting reviewed now ever gets published. I'm thinking it will, since I've already revised it twice for this journal," Stiles said, seemingly happy to be talking about something else.
"What is it about?" Danny asked.
"Uhm, basically, how there are different kinds of saccharides in paints, and how they contribute differently. It was originally thought that saccharides were only used for binding, but we're starting to see that they have different functions in paints and glues," Stiles said, taking a sip of his wine. The three people listening in all pretended to understand.
Meanwhile, still perusing their options on the other side of the room, Jackson and Isaac found themselves in conversation. "So," Jackson started, "how is the vet business going?"
Isaac fought the urge to roll his eyes. He knew that Jackson always looked down on him and Scott for becoming DVMs, even when they opened their own practice together. "It's good. Busy around this time of year, with pets getting into all of the rich food people are making. Plus the cold weather tends to takes its toll on the older ones," Isaac said, not spending the effort to prove how important his work was to Jackson, who had clearly made up his mind. "Any new cases seem interesting?"
Jackson set down his glass in order to pile up some grapes onto his plate. "I did just get this one case. A woman is being sued for breaking into someone's house to use the bathroom," Jackson said as he picked up a serving fork, putting some glazed ham onto his plate.
"Wow, which one are you working for?" Isaac said as he slipped a chocolate turtle onto each of the two plates he was carrying. He decided against pointing out that he saved the lives of animals while Jackson was busy pointing fingers at people peeing in the wrong toilet.
"The plaintiff," Jackson said, scooping some candied pecans onto his plate. "That is, the people whose house was broken into."
Isaac rolled his eyes at the snipe at his intelligence, deciding that he would put up with it for Christmas. "Well good luck with that," he said, dropping various vegetables onto the plates, and a helping of ham onto one of them.
"And good luck with your animals," Jackson said, some of the condescension leaving his voice. Although they gave each other a good ribbing every time they saw one another, Jackson and Isaac had actually developed a friendship. Isaac had given Jackson's snake some antibiotics when she got sick, and Jackson had done all of the legal work necessary when Isaac and Scott opened their practice (though Scott did have to convince Isaac to some degree).
Filling their plates, both walked over to the group. Isaac handed a plate to Scott, and sat in an armchair next to him. Jackson curled up next to Stiles, putting his plate on the boy's lap so they could share. As the night bore on, conversation ensued, with small groups breaking apart for different conversations. The wine flowed freely, and everyone enjoyed Matt's family Christmas recipes (nobody even guessed that most of it was store bought). Matt and Danny shared a passionate kiss in front of the group when they realized that they had both passed beneath the mistletoe on their way into the kitchen. Stiles and Scott shared a brief, laugh-filled peck when they found themselves in the same situation, though when a somewhat-drunk Jackson crossed paths with Isaac, he sweeped the curly-haired boy into his arms, passionately working his tongue into the boy's mouth. Everyone laughed, especially Isaac, though his laughter was a bit more at the awkwardness of the situation.
Stiles was sitting on the arm of a large chair, stroking Jackson's well-groomed hair, when the doorbell rang. Danny, who was sitting on the couch with Matt laying across his lap, turned to get the door, but Stiles stood up before he had a chance to move his boyfriend from his legs. Scott stared up at his boyfriend, who was sitting on the other side of the loveseat, smiling mischievously at Stiles. When he re-entered the room, he was leading a tall, well-dressed man by the hand.
"Everyone, this is Derek," Stiles said, presenting the man to the group like he was Vanna White. Everyone appraised the man for a moment. He was still wearing the red scarf and well-fitting slacks, though now that he had taken his coat off, they could also see the considerable bulge that they nicely highlighted. He was wearing a crème colored button down shirt, which clung perfectly to his chiseled muscles. Though his clothes seemed formal, his manner, though stiff, somehow made them seem more casual; he was at home in the expensive garments, and it showed.
"I-er-brought something," he said, holding up a black back tied with tasteful silver ribbons running down the length of it.
"Oh, how nice, even though it was last minute!" Stiles piped, taking the bag and wrapping his arms around the man once again, giving him a light peck on the cheek. He backed up, then looked at the man curiously before burying his nose in his collar. "You smell great."
Derek blushed at the contact. "Oh, thanks, it's Gaultier," the man said, trying to move his hand inconspicuously to his crotch in order to adjust his growing member into a less noticeable position. Only Jackson noticed.
"Wait, Derek Hale?" Scott asked, his face lighting up with recognition. Stiles put the gift with the others as Derek sat down in an armchair. "Oh, how have you been?"
"Good, good, it's nice to see you again, Scott," Derek said, smiling somewhat nervously. "Is this... your house?"
"No, it's ours," Danny said, with a hand on Matt's head, who was still laying across his lap. "I'm Danny, and this is Matt."
They waved, unwilling to stand. "Oh, I'm Derek Hale," he said, giving a little wave. "I didn't mean to be late, but Stiles didn't include a time. I hope I didn't hold anything up."
"No, no, it's fine," Danny said, smiling.
"We didn't even know you were coming," Matt said from his husband's lap, earning a sharp pink on his ass from Danny. Matt had a way of forgetting how to make guests feel at ease, even though he was the one that always wanted to have parties.
"Oh, god, I'm so sorry, I ran into Stiles in the mall today, and-" Derek started, now flushed an embarrassed red as Stiles found his way back to Jackson.
Danny calmly cut him off. "It's fine, really, the more the merrier, right? Besides, it's Christmas," he said, waving a hand dismissively at the man. After a few more assurances, Derek felt himself getting more at ease with the group. The glass of wine that Stiles fetched from the kitchen didn't hurt, either. Eventually, they were all introduced, and conversation picked up the pace again, now with new fodder in the guest visiting from New York. They discussed what had been going in Beacon Hills since Derek's departure, as well as how each of them were getting along in life. After a while, the party was back in full swing.
At midnight, Danny drew everyone's attention to the front of the room. "I think it's time for the ornament exchange. Derek, since you're the newest to our little group, you get to go first. And of course, no picking your own," Danny said, making a broad gesture toward the little coffee table laden with gift bags.
Derek walked up nervously, feeling somewhat anxious in front of the group, and picked up the most innocuous looking bag. Since everyone was looking at him exepectantly, he figured that he was supposed to open it in front of them. Removing the green tissue paper from the red bag, he reached in and withdrew a round, black ornament with teal dots made of glitter. He could tell by Scott's slight smile that he had bought it. "Thank you, Scott, it'll look great on my tree," he said, staring into the opalescent surface.
"Okay, you can pick who goes next," Danny said, smiling.
"Well, since you're already standing, why don't you go?" Derek said, putting the ornament back in the bag and sitting down.
Danny scanned over the bags, settling on a familiar-looking yellow bag with orange pinstripes on it. "You know, I think I gave Stiles his birthday present in this bag," Danny said as he pulled some white tissue paper out of it. The paper fell apart, revealing that it was not tissue paper, but actually tissues. Laughing to himself, he lifted a small plastic ornament in the shape of a fish. It was tied with a frayed ribbon, and was overall fairly cheap-looking. He held it up, looking around the room until he found Stiles' face. "Thank you, Stiles," he said with a knowing smile. "It'll add some...charm to our tree."
He walked over, setting the little fish on a prominent branch toward the front of the stylish yet quaint Christmas tree in the corner. It was the first thing one could pick out when looking at the tree.
"I didn't really...have much time," Stiles mumbled.
"Okay, Jackson, why don't you go next?" Danny said, taking his seat next to Matt.
Jackson stood, making his way over to the table. He quickly picked a white bag covered with glitter, with blue snowflakes imprinted on it. Holding it up, he plucked a silver ornament in the shape of a reindeer out of the light blue paper. It was the profile of a prancing reindeer, rendered in some sort of delicate metal. Jackson, not usually one for decoration, even had to gasp. He immediately looked to Danny. "Where did you get this?" he asked, holding it up so everyone could admire its beauty.
Danny blushed, embarrassed that everyone knew he always picked the most extravagant ornament. "I just picked it up at a little shop in Salzburg," he said, avoiding everyone's eyes.
"Did you go there... last Christmas?" Scott asked. Danny nodded. "You mean you kept this all year?"
Everyone chuckled at the man's exuberance for his yearly ornament exchange. "Just pick someone," Danny mumbled.
"Okay, Matt, our gracious host, can go next," he said, gently setting the ornament back into the bag. Matt stood, passing by Jackson as he made his way to Stiles' side.
After perusing the little bags for a few minutes, he reached for a silver bag. He took out a white ornament with the pattern of black dog silhouettes running in circles around the little globe. His eyes went straight to Isaac and Danny. "That one is from me," Isaac said, smiling sheepishly.
"I love it, Isaac. This is going to go great with all of our ornaments," Matt said, putting it on the tree. It did match perfectly, standing out just enough to be distinct. "Alright, since it was so nice, how about you go next?"
Isaac stood and picked up the red and green striped bag, quickly plucking the ornament out. He knew that it was Jackson's, since they'd bought their bags together. He knew that, next to Danny, Jackson had the best taste of the bunch. He held up an icicle-shaped ornament, rendered in a thick glass, with silver rings wrapped around it in intervals. "Oh, wow, Jackson, this is one nice ornament," he said, holding it up so that it would catch the light. "I can't wait to see this with the Christmas lights around it."
"Thanks, it's a little heavy, so be careful," Jackson said, smiling and looking almost a bit proud.
"Okay," Isaac said, putting the ornament back into its bag, "how about Scott, do you wanna go next?"
"Sure," his boyfriend answered, standing and trading places with him. Only Derek's bag was left on the table. Then he noticed a little box sitting next to it. His interest piqued, he picked it up and looked into it. "Woah, that's awesome."
He held up the box to show everyone the elegant picture frame squared around a tiny picture of the entire group. Everyone except Matt exclaimed at the sentimentality of the gift. As they watched, the picture changed to another group photo that they had taken. "Woah, it's one of those changing things?" Scott asked. For once foregoing a technical explanation, Matt simply nodded. "Thanks, man. That's really awesome."
He went to sit, not bothering to mention that it was Stiles' turn, since there was only one present left. Stiles walked up, strangely nervous knowing that it was his first crush's gift. Undoing the silver ribbon, he opened the black bag and removed the silver tissue paper. He smiled devilishly, quickly putting the contents of the bag on his head. He was now wearing a plush Santa hat, black where it should traditionally be red, with the word "naughty" scrawled across the white forehead area. Stiles' smile broadened as he watched everyone's reactions of laughter. Derek merely looked at the floor, blushing. "This is great," Stiles said, still smiling.
Amongst the discussion, laughter, and comments, Jackson stood, stealing away without the others noticing. When he returned, he held the mistletoe in his hand. "Oh Derek," he said, leaning over the back of the man's chair with the ball of herbs in his hand. "Since you're so naughty and all..." With that, Derek pressed his face against the man's, kissing him hard and passionately. It was not a loving sort of passion, but one filled with lust. Derek, shocked, continued to kiss the attractive man until his senses caught up with him. He then pushed Jackson off of him, wiping his mouth off.
Still surprised and blushing deeply, Derek was caught off guard as Jackson reached between his legs, cupping the well-clad package. "What the hell?" Derek exclaimed as he pushed the boy off again.
"Just like I thought," he said, looking toward Stiles. "He's hard."
All eyes in the room were almost immediately on his package. They could now see that his impressive dick was swollen, pressing against his tight slacks. "So, what does this mean?" Stiles asked, almost hopefully. Jackson knew that Stiles had loved the man once upon a time, and thought that he might stand to gain some validation from learning that his crush was gay.
"I-I-I," Derek stammered, totally confused at this point. He regained his composure, putting on his cool attitude. "I guess you guys don't have secrets around here."
"Nope," Jackson said, self-satisfied as he plopped down in another chair.
"So, you're gay?" Stiles asked, finding himself more than a little hopeful.
"Yeah, but I'm not...out, exactly. I dunno, with work and all, it just seemed like a good idea to try to stay in the closet and get ahead," Derek said, still blushing, and still visibly hard.
"Wait, so you've been in the closet your whole life? Does that mean you haven't..." Danny asked.
"Yes, I'm still a virgin," Derek said, avoiding everyone's gazes as he blushed furiously. Everyone was pressing in, looking attentively at the man like a row of alert meerkats looking for danger. "I was actually really surprised to hear that all of you were gay. I didn't realize that everyone here tonight would be. But... it's kind of nice, being around people who understand."
"Have you ever even kissed a guy?" Jackson asked, to which Derek shook his head. "Well, the mistletoe is still above your head."
Jackson looked poignantly at Stiles, then at the mistletoe that was hooked on the headrest of the chair, above Derek. "Me?" Stiles asked. "No, you're my boyfriend, Jackson."
"Yeah, and I remember how you told me how much you pined for him. How much you loved him. How you used to have wet dreams about him," Jackson said, making the others cackle and Stiles blush. "And I seem to remember Scott and Danny would never miss a Stilinski pool party if Derek was gonna be there."
The others quieted, having been outed themselves. "It's okay, Stiles," Jackson said, smiling encouragingly. Stiles took of his tie, nearing the chair where Derek sat. Derek, for his part, just sat still, waiting to see what would happen. Stiles leaned in, kissing the man passionately and lovingly, letting his old, pent-up love, no longer jaded by rejection, flow freely. Derek could feel the love behind the kiss, and gave back just as much passion, holding on to the boy's shoulders. By the time they parted, both men were breathing hard.
"Wow," Derek said, laughing a bit and undoing his top button. Jackson stood, coming around to Derek.
"The mistletoe is still above his head, boys," Jackson said in a baudy tone, inviting the others to come make out with the man. Derek had no qualms, even when Jackson started stripping the man while the party-goers made out with him. By the time they were all finished, he'd made out with everyone in the room, his mouth almost numb, and was sitting in only his black boxer-briefs, tented by his still-growing erection. A spot of precum was visible on the black material, a small wet spot next to the logo which read "Naked" on his thigh. Derek simply sat there, allowing the younger, yet more experienced men around him take control of this experience.
By now, everyone who wasn't making out with Derek was making out with his boyfriend. Danny was already wearing only a black jockstrap and a navy blue tank top, straddling Matt on the loveseat and showing his asshole to the room as he arched his back, leaning into the boy. His hand was grinding between his husband's legs, grabbing at the tent in his black and yellow briefs, which sported a Batman logo on the crotch and ass. Matt was sitting, making out with Danny, his pants unzipped and shirtless so that Danny could reach and twist his nipples with his free hand. Every so often, Matt would whimper and take his hands off of Danny's dick in order to nurse his nipple.
Meanwhile, Scott and Isaac were also getting more intimate than they had all night. They were sitting in the same large armchair, holding hands. Being the newest couple to the group, they were still fairly shy around the others. When they were alone, however, they were far dirtier than the others, still being in the sexual exploration part of the their relationship. Derek looked up to see Stiles and Jackson making out, with Stiles behind the chair and Jackson standing next to the arm. He could see Stiles' bare shoulders and chest, and also noticed that Stiles had managed to strip his boyfriend down to his light blue button-down shirt and a festive pair of red and green striped underwear.
Looking down, Stiles realized that Derek was the only one alone at this point. Granted, his hard on had grown so much from watching all of the making out that his dick was now going down one leg of his boxer-briefs, lifting the material up so that he could see the head aching for attention. It was fairly long, but the thickes that Stiles had ever seen. Smiling, he put the hat on Derek's perfectly manicured hair. Jackson, noticing Derek being left out, puts the man's thick arms behind his head to show of his biceps and hairy pits. Then, he and Stiles set to work; Jackson's mouth immediately went to the man's pits, sniffing and licking before moving to nibbling his ear and eventually his nipples. While his mouth explored the man's body, Stiles reached into the leg of Derek's underwear. Derek, looking down, saw Stiles, now totally naked but crouched down so that he couldn't get a good look at anything. He could feel the boy's warm hands on his aching erection, massaging the considerable girth. He leaned over further, putting his mouth on the head. The warmth of his mouth sent jolts of ecstasy into Derek, feeling the wet hole close around his tip. Suddenly, without Derek's consent, his dick spasmed, shooting at least three loads of jizz onto Stiles' face and into his open mouth.
"Oh god," Derek said in a mixture of agonizing embarrassment and physical pleasure. "I'm sorry." He watched Jackson back off, taking a look at what happened. Embarrassment took over, making Derek blush and want to cover up his dripping erection and leave. He'd never had sex with a man before, and all of the stimulation was so new that it was too good to contain. Now Stiles' cute little face was covered with cum. His embarrassment dissolved, however, when he saw Jackson lean down and spread his tongue over Stiles' cheek. He licked up the cum, eating it while Stiles smiled up at Derek.
"I'm sorry, I wanted you to enjoy it more," Stiles said, a frown playing at one edge of his lips. Derek blushed once again, a smirk spreading across his plump lips. "What?"
"Nothing," Derek said, reaching down to wipe a drop of cum from the head of his cock before it hit the chair.
"Derek, my boyfriend is licking your cum off of my face, I don't think we have much to hide from each other anymore," Stiles said sardonically.
"Well, it's just... I could go more," Derek said, idly fingering his cock as he stared down at it. "That is, I can usually go four times in a row. You know, when I'm on my own." He looked up to see six pairs of eyes staring at him in total silence, with six matching devilish grins.
Jackson won first dibs by standing first, having already had a taste of Derek's cum. He pulled down the man's boxer-briefs, watching his hugely thick cock flop against his abs. He had dark black pubic hair, trimmed short and neat. Yanking off his blue shirt and sliding his underwear over his smooth ass, Jackson lowered himself onto Derek's cock. Though not the largest he'd ever had, Jackson had never taken anything quite so wide. He watched the other guys as they watched him, biting his lip to hold back yowls of pain until the dick hit his prostate. With this proper stimulation, he was able to withstand the pain, working his ass up and down as he put a show on for the other party-goers. Derek grabbed his hips and moaned, licking his lips as his dick was serviced again.
Tired of watching, Matt and Danny returned to making out with a renewed vigor. Now Danny continually pinched his boyfriend's hairy nipple as the man reached around to grab his perfect ass cheek, slipping a finger across his sensitive, exposed hole. Opening his eyes, Matt looked past Danny to see Scott and Isaac sitting in a chair together across from them, still fully clothed. They both looked turned on, with noticeable lumps in their pants, but also a bit overwhelmed. Curious, Matt took his hand off of his husband's dick, using both to spread his cheeks wide. He saw four eyes shoot immediately to the tight hole in front of them, attentive and full of lust.
After a few short whispers to Danny, both boys stood up, looking across the coffee table at the two boys across from them. Danny was in a navy tank top which showed off his tanned muscles, looking right into Scott's eyes as his hard-on pressed against his black jockstrap, pushing it until his balls fell out of the leg hole. Having stood, Matt's pants were now on the ground, leaving him only in a pair of black and yellow briefs as he stared into Isaac's eyes, his dick head snaking further and further out of the waistband of his underwear. Scott and Isaac trembled with either fear or anticipation, probably both, still clinging to each other's hands. In a well-organized flash of action, the two nearly naked boys reached over and pulled the young couple onto the coffee table, flipping each on his back. They then proceeded to literally rip every stitch that covered the two boy's bodies from their hosts. Neither put up a fight or protest as their shy hard ons were exposed.
Isaac's pale dick was fat, but fairly short, with light-colored, curly pubes to match his hair, and a taut stomach that seemed to be carved of marble, it was so perfect and ivory. His back was arched as Matt threw the boy's ankles over his shoulders, exposing a pink pucker among the porcelain skin. Next to him, his boyfriend was the opposite. His dick was slightly less thick, but much longer. His dark and wild pubic hair melded into his hard, tanned abs, every inch untamed and exotic beauty. Danny lovingly lifted his legs up, looking hungrily down at the boy's dark, hairy hole. Danny and Matt simultaneously dropped trou and worked their way into the waiting holes before them.
Meanwhile, Jackson grabbed his boyfriend's face, making out with him while Derek was pounding his ass. He moaned into his boyfriend's mouth as he rode the thick cock, showing his affection for Stiles. As Derek came inside of him, Jackson moaned "I love you," to Stiles. He lifted off of Derek's cock, turning around to share a deep kiss with the man. Then, suddenly taking over as an unexpected host of the night's sexual explorations, Jackson led Stiles and Derek to a couch, making Stiles lay on top of Derek so that both naked men were in full contact with one another.
Moving on without further instruction, Jackson went over to Danny and Matt, who were each fucking Isaac and Scott. The young couple on the coffee table were looking lovingly into each others' eyes, holding hands as they were violated by two other men. Jackson grabbed Matt's hairy ass cheek and Danny's smooth, bubbly one, drawing them both in for a kiss at the same time. This led to a deep three-way kiss, their tongues intermingling with each other as they were serviced. Jackson finally dropped his underwear all the way as he went over to the other side of the coffee table. He looked down at Isaac's face, which was looking back up at him with a look of confusion and pleasure as he was jerked back and forth from the ass-pounding. Jackson squatted, lowering his ass onto Isaac's face. He felt the boy reach his tongue into his ass, tasting Derek's load. Once satisfied with the amount of pleasure he'd gotten from Isaac, as well as the amount of Derek's jizz Isaac had gotten from his ass, Jackson repeated this with Scott. The tanned boy used his tongue more fervently, taking the cum from his ass and skillfully thrashing about inside of him, making the pale boy moan with pleasure as he was eaten. By the time he lifted off of Scott, his cock had risen to a full erection, pushing out from his hairless pelvis.
Just as Jackson was getting up, Isaac reached his hand out between Jackson's legs, past his balls and hard on, slipping a thumb into the boy's asshole. Jackson stopped, enjoying the sensation. Scott joined in, slipping his index finger into the boy. After a few moments of testingly probing Jackson's prostate to hear him moan, Scott and Isaac got into a rhythm, pistoning the boy's hole with their fingers so that as one went out, the other went in. Danny reached a hand out as he continued inside of Scott's hole, giving his best friend a few good jerks to finish off the job. Jackson came everywhere, his dick exploding and his load hitting each of the four boys. At the same time, Danny came inside of Scott, blowing his wad inside of the boy. Shortly thereafter, Matt blew his load onto Isaac's chest, pulling out just in time.
Danny, having taken a moment to recover, wiped a spot of Jackson's cum from his eyebrow, looking over at Stiles. "Wow, you weren't kidding, your boyfriend really is a shooter," he said playfully, licking his finger clean.
All eyes moved to Stiles, who was now spread eagle, his legs straddling Derek's thick, hairy thighs as the man sat on the couch, his boner pointing up at the boy's hole. Stiles began to lower himself down onto the thick member, facing outward in a reverse cowgirl (cowboy?) position. He'd just gently put the head of the thick monster into his asshole when he heard Danny. "I know, riiiiiIIIIIIGHT?" Stiles said, screaming mid-sentence as Derek grabbed his hips and forced him down onto his cock, pushing all the way until Stiles' ass landed on his hairy pelvis. "Holy shit, Derek, this thing is a fucking monster!"
Derek hesitated, not wanting to hurt the boy. "Do you want to..." he started, unsure exactly what would help the boy.
"Derek, I don't care if I can't walk for a week, don't take your dick out of me," Stiles panted as he worked his ass up and down the massive member. Derek glanced around the room to see almost everyone covered in jizz, looking at him. Scott and Isaac were both lying on the coffee table, their heads hanging over so they could watch the boy while they stroked their cocks. Matt and Danny continued to stand behind the boys, their wet dicks now limp, but growing once again. When he caught Jackson's eye, the pale boy gave him a sardonic smile, rolling his eyes at Stiles' overdramatization. Stiles looked over at the interaction between the two, and Jackson mouthed 'I love you' at him. "I love you, too," Stiles moaned out loud, looking at the boy. Derek gave the boy a deep thrust, making him yelp in surprise and pleasure as his prostate was jabbed. "Oh, and Derek, I love the way you make my prostate into mush."
Everyone laughed, and Derek shrugged his thick shoulders. "Close enough, I'll take it," he said with a grin as he continued to push into Stiles' grinding ass. Stiles lifted himself from the dick for a moment, letting it pop out of his ass as he turned around, facing Derek now as he impaled himself on the man's dick. Smiling, he leaned in close, pushing his lips against the man's, feeling his stubble scratch his face as he moved his ass up and down the thick rod. Though it wasn't like kissing Jackson, he still felt fireworks exploding inside of him as he kissed his first love. He squeezed his sphincter, instinctively wanted to hold on to the moment, and feel this closeness.
Pulling back, he began to worry about Jackson. Before he could turn his head to look at the boy's reaction, he felt Derek's fingers playing with his dick. He hadn't even noticed he'd gotten hard again. Derek's fingers brushed against the sensitive head, toying with it for a moment and making Stiles' jaw go slack. Then, he lifted his hand to Stiles' mouth, wiping the precum that had collected on his finger like chapstick. He then pulled the boy back in, tasting the precum that he'd pushed out of Stiles' prostate with his fat dick. This kiss was somehow better, with a perfect mix of passion, intimacy, desire, and love. This kiss almost rivaled his first kiss with Jackson.
Jackson. Stiles pulled back, breaking the intense moment of passion, and looked over his shoulder. He saw every eye in the room still staring at them. Matt and Danny stood close to one another, jerking each other off as they watched, entranced by the loving passion and steamy intimacy in front of them. Isaac and Scott were still on the table, watching with extreme interest as they jerked themselves off. One of Scott's legs was splayed at an almost yogic angle, giving Isaac's long fingers access to his hole. Even Jackson was watching, mesmerized as he idly fondled his cock at an angle with a sideways hand. The moment of quiet was broken when Scott looked over at Isaac. Isaac nodded and took his fingers from the boy's hole, letting him get up from the table and walk over to Stiles.
Leaning in close, Scott practically whispered into Stiles' ear. "Can I have a turn?" he asked, his perfect bubble butt on display as he bent over.
Stiles looked down at Derek, who stretched his neck to get a better look at the perfect, tanned butt. He grinned widely. "I can go all night," he said, lifting Stiles up off of his dick. Stiles moved out of the way as the others closed in around the man, eagerly awaiting their turn as Scott and Derek positioned themselves. Derek decided to lay down on the couch, putting both hands behind his head to show off his hairy pits and biceps as Scott managed to get one leg on the cushions and one on the back of the sofa. He figured he could use the extra spreading to fit the unbelievably massive cock inside of him. As he lowered down, he stroked himself, anticipating the member. Just as the head slid in, Scott let out a breathy little noise. The smell of sex filled his nostrils as he went lower and lower onto the colossal dick. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt his balls rest just below Derek's bellybutton.
And so the night went on and each member of the party had his turn on Derek's cock. Scott came while bouncing up and down on the man's meat, while Derek continued to lay on the couch, letting the muscular boy do all the work. He jizzed without touching himself, the pounding of his prostate being enough to make him climax. His wad hit Derek mostly in the face, some spraying down his neck and pecs. Next up was Matt, who Derek put on the couch, with his face down and his ass up in the air. Derek fucked him mercilessly, pounding his hole for only a few minutes before Matt jizzed onto the man's knees, which were positioned between his legs. Derek pulled out of his hairy hole, wiping his cock clean on his cheeks before moving onto Matt's husband. He took Danny on the coffee table, lying the boy on his back and spreading his legs high into the air as he ate his ass. Not yet entirely jaded, the boy actually blushed a bit when Derek backed up for a moment to reposition, giving everyone in the room a good view of his hairless hole, dick, and balls as his tanned thighs were spread far apart. Then Derek positioned his wide cock, plunging into the man. Danny jerked himself as his prostate was pummeled, his load shooting onto Derek's abs when he finally came. Isaac was next, who Derek fucked while they both stood up. Derek grabbed both of the boy's thighs, lifting him up and holding him as he pounded his hole, making sure that the boy was facing outward so that the room would get a good view of his naked body as he was fucked. Isaac blushed intensely, not entirely used to being on display, and still generally pretty modest in front of others. Derek knew this pushing of his limits would turn the boy on even more. Isaac gripped Derek's arms tighter, and finally jizzed, his load managing to fly high enough to hit Derek in the shoulder. Jackson went last, with Derek laying him sideways over the coffee table and spreading his legs to take him from the side. The boy's second load of the night drooled into his hand, and he turned around to spread it on Derek's chest.
Now the man was throbbing hard, managing to keep himself from cumming thus far, and covered in jizz. They all noticed his aching boner, realizing that he needed to cum. Danny and Matt grabbed each other's waists, unable to go another round. Isaac and Scott were both up for it, but Jackson noticed the look between Stiles and Derek as the man glanced from boy to boy, jerking his thick cock. He guided Derek down onto the table, lying on his back with his legs in the air to spread his meaty ass. The puffball on the end of his naughty santa hat swayed as it hung off of the edge. Stiles stared at the hole as Jackson pushed him toward the man; it was hairless, but there were little parentheses of dark black hair around it. Stiles hesitated, looking at his boyfriend while the others watched on. Jackson leaned in close, giving Stiles a brief kiss on his jawbone. "The only true blasphemy is the denial of pleasure," Jackson said softly, smiling placidly.
Stiles leaned in close, drawing his lips along Jackson's ear. He whispered quietly to the boy, a tender and loving response. "You got that from a movie."
The two laughed before Stiles decided that Jackson (and Jeffery) was right. He looked at Derek, licking his lips unconsciously as he looked at the tight hole. Seeing this, Derek tensed, his hole involuntarily contracting; Stiles watched it wink at him. He lined up his cock with the virgin hole, reaching for the lube. Scott got to it first, squirting a generous amount into his hand before reaching down for Stiles' half-hard cock. The pale boy gasped at the contact as Scott moved his hand up and down the considerable length of his cock, spreading the lube. Stiles leaned in close as the boy jerked him to full mast, pushing his tongue down his best friend's throat. It occurred to him that he would never have done such a thing had Derek never showed up. Scott kissed him back as he jerked him, and Stiles' eyes wandered to Scott's boyfriend, worrying what he was thinking. Isaac simply winked, giving the boy a smile as his pale dick began to swell beneath his curly pubes at the sight. Scott backed away from the kiss, giving Stiles' lube-covered dick a satisfied smack, making it bounce up and smear the area just above the boy's bellybutton with lube.
Stiles got onto his knees, once again lining up with Derek's tight little pucker. He slowly moved his hips forward, everyone pressing in from all sides as they watched. He barely pushed the head of his longhorn in, taking it slow for Derek's first time. Suddenly, he felt heels digging into his ass cheeks, and his pelvis was forced forward, deep into the man. Derek had hugged his legs around the boy, forcing him to give the man a deep-dicking. "OH HOLY FUCK Stiles that's fucking huge!" Derek yelled out at the intrusion he'd forced upon himself. "That's one fucking deep motherfucker and so hot and do it again."
Watching the muscular man being deflowered whilst shouting obscenities made everyone else get hard. Quickly, the room filled with the scent of musky pheromonal sex as five men started jerking it again, for the third time that night. The scene was too much not to be aroused, as well as the energy from everyone else in the room, and smell of jizz and precum and sweat. Derek jerked himself as well while Stiles pulled out, rubbing his prostate with the length of his dick before pounding him hard again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body, emanating from his pelvis. "Harder, fuck yes, fucking hell push that shit in hard-" Derek screamed, silenced by Stiles' dick hitting his prostate and dragging across it once again. "Fuck yes shove your huge fucking cock in my tight slutty ass, bury that fucker in my-"
As Derek got pounded once again, Stiles decided to pick up the pace, hitting the man's prostate harder and faster each time. Sweat glistened as it dripped off of his lean frame, landing on Derek's hairy, muscular legs. Derek was sweating, too, but also dripping with cum from his previous encounters of the night. It worked its way into his hair, and his thick, untrimmed pubes, sliding over his cut muscles. Stiles picked up the pace and Derek's swearing came faster and faster, neither able to hold it much longer, especially since Derek had been fucking boys tantrically almost all night. He quickly wrapped his legs around Stiles' sweaty waist, pulling him in even harder as he screamed. Stiles was forced to release his load deep in Derek's ass. Derek unloaded without touching himself, his dick squirting load after load of its own volition. Thick, hot cum sprayed erratically, hitting Stiles all the way up to his chin, and all over Derek's washboard abs and thick pecs. Even his Santa hat was sprayed with white cum; Jackson counted thirteen loads in all.
While the pair stood still, recovering, the others closed in. Jackson came first, then Matt and Danny together, followed by Scott, and finally Isaac came last, everyone watching him and making him blush as he tried to catch up. Derek's abs glistened as he inhaled and exhaled hard, making his muscles contract. Everyone spent a moment catching their breath, their stomachs bulging and squeezing so that their abs were especially visible. As the energy of the room calmed down, Jackson kneeled next to his boyfriend, and began licking cum from Derek's hairy thigh. Stiles pulled out, and the rest followed suit, licking the man clean like a giant candy cane. Derek felt tongues on every inch of his body; in his sweaty armpits, on his face, on his nipples, in his asshole, on his cock, around his balls. Everyone joined in licking the man clean.
When they were finished, everyone collapsed on the floor into their boyfriend's arms. Danny buried his head in Matt's curly locks as the man rested against his thick chest. Scott and Isaac were curled in each other's arms, their naked bodies pressed against each other as their breathing returned to normal. Stiles and Jackson were side-by-side, Stiles' head on Jackson's shoulder as the model-like boy absentmindedly twirled the boy's pubes in his fingers. In the middle of this triangle, Derek was still laying on the table, like a naked, glistening sacrifice to the gods of pleasure. Looking down at himself, he was satisfied with how he lost his virginity. He sat up, looking at the people around the room and feeling the love. "So, uhm," Derek started, blushing slightly as he avoided eye contact, "can I come back for New Year's Eve?"
**I can neither confirm or deny the actual occurrence of similar events to DJDarkPixie and/or Blooboy70. However, one such black santa hat may or may not currently be in the possession of one or both of the aforementioned parties.**
**I hope I told your story right, Jeremy and Brian, and I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter, as well as the rest of this fic. Happy Holidays!**