Jackson woke from a sound sleep, lungs frozen and burning in his chest. He couldn't breathe. A sound fell from his lips. A whimpering groan. It woke Danny. Jackson knew him sleeping over was a bad idea but Danny had needed to get out of his house. Jackson couldn't say no to those quirked lips and puppy eyes. Damn did Danny have the best puppy eyes.
"Hey," Danny murmured, touching his arm, "you okay?"
"No," Jackson answered immediately. "No." He threw the sheet off and bolted for the bathroom, wincing as he did. His arm was cold where Danny had touched it and his entire body was wound tight. Like he was in the middle of a run. But he wasn't. He clenched his teeth and let his head fall against the bathroom door.
"Jackson?" Danny called through the wood. The doorknob jiggled. "Seriously man, what's going on?"
"I'm-" he cut off on a groan. What was he going to say? I need to fuck something, anything at all. I'm a werewolf now and it feels like my dick is splitting right off my body. We've been friends a long time you wanna help me out? He shook his head and curled his fists. "Not feeling well," he improvised. "Go back to bed okay?" He didn't wait for Danny's answer, crossing to the shower and turning it on. He stripped off his pajama pants and climbed in, not one bit of him caring that the water was scalding. He needed distraction. Melting his skin off seemed like a good one. His head dipped into the spray and Jackson looked down for the first time. "The fuck?" he yelled, stumbling backwards into the tile of the shower. That was not what he was used to seeing between his legs. Yet he couldn't stop staring at it. Maybe he was imagining it…but it looked about two inches longer. He wished that was the only change.

Pathetically slow he reached out a fingertip and poked at the mass of flesh at the base. Shock waves radiated through his entire body and his knees gave out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he spat through gritted teeth. What the fuck was wrong with his dick? He was distracted when the door swung open, only then realizing he'd forgotten to lock it.
"Jackson?" Danny called, "Are you okay?" Jackson scrambled to cover himself, hands landing just as the curtain peeled back. "What's wrong?" Danny questioned, frowning.
"I'm fine," Jackson lied poorly. "I just need you to go."
"Fuck," Danny said, rubbing at one eye, "I'm not going anywhere. Just tell me what's wrong."
"It's just…fucking personal okay?" Jackson could feel a growl building in his chest and he knew this was not going to end well if Danny didn't start running. Danny scowled.
"I'm your best friend," he insisted, propping one hand on his hip.
"Danny please," Jackson murmured.
"Please what?" He crouched down as his expression softened. "Please what Jackson?"
"You have to get out. You have to get away from me." Danny frowned and Jackson saw just a hint of his puppy eyes. That was the moment he knew he was fucked. Acting on instinct alone he yanked him closer, bringing half of Danny's body into the spray of water. Jackson slanted his mouth over Danny's groaning again. Danny muttered something, pushing against him. Jackson was gone. His body throbbed in time to Danny's heart. He was intricately keyed into Danny. His smell, his taste, even his breath. Everything. Jackson bucked against the side of the tub, whines falling out of his chest and reverberating in his head. Danny's mood changed suddenly and he was kissing Jackson back, climbing into the tub, straddling him. Jackson flipped to his back, arching against Danny furiously. Danny's mouth opened on a low moan that seemed to vibrate Jackson's entire body and Jackson echoed it before nipping at his lip and smoothing his tongue over the bite.

Jackson slipped right over the edge, completely unprepared. He howled into Danny's open lips, starting to come back down as Danny grinded against him and came as well. Jackson panted, spots flickering in his vision.
"Uh," Danny let out, expression blank, "what just happened?" He glanced to Danny guiltily. How was he supposed to explain this? Jackson couldn't quite respond with Danny still on top of him, even if he did have anything to say. Danny stood, slipping in the water before stumbling out of the tub. Jackson waited a few moments, mind racing, before shutting off the water and following him. He scooped his pants off the floor and put them on as he walked.
"I'm sorry," he said. Danny wouldn't look at him, examining the beige carpet instead.
"You know I'm seeing someone," he muttered after a tense silence.
"Dan I didn't mean for that to happen! There's just…stuff going on right now."
"Yeah I'd say there is seeing as you're not even gay!" Jackson covered his face briefly before bringing his hands to either side of his head. The relief was already sliding away. He imagined it was because they hadn't actually mated and he wasn't sure what that entailed anyways.
"I can't…tell you what's going on right now. I don't even know okay? Please Dan I'm sorry." Danny's shoulders tensed and he shot to his feet.
"No. Okay? No! You know how I feel about you and you've been taking advantage of that for years and I let you because- just because! Well this is too far. You can't just do this. I'm not just somebody Jackson. I'm supposed to be your best friend!"
"Dan you are I swear to God I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm so sorry please…" He wanted to step closer but he was terrified of how his body would react. Danny shook his head.
"No. We're done." The words were literally a punch to the gut. They took Jackson's breath with them. "Don't call me, don't talk to me, I don't want to see you right now." Danny scrambled to gather his things and left. Torn between crying and going back to the shower Jackson let him.

…

Stiles glanced around the room even though he wasn't sure why. He was alone and he'd hear anyone coming. Teeth worrying at his lip he moved the sheet further out of the way before easing his boxers down over his hips. He moaned heavily as the fabric brushed against him.
"Jesus fuck," he breathed, thoughts flickering in and out. When his cock actually sprung free he cursed again before staring at it. Why did he feel betrayed by the fact that Scott hadn't warned him? Then again Stiles almost felt like he should have known. He was part dog now. The thought sent a shudder through him. He knew what was happening. He knew why it was happening. He didn't know why it was turning him on. One hand slid down his stomach, wrapping just above the bundle that was nearly the size of his fist. Part of Stiles thought that was a bit unnecessary. The rest of him was solely focused on his hand. His teeth sunk into his lip again and he stroked upwards slowly. His hips bucked immediately as his toes curled. His stomach locked up, the sheer intensity of it catching in his muscles. He stroked again, half muttered curses falling out of his mouth. He was panting desperately for breath in no time, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. He couldn't believe how strongly he felt it. Almost as if layers of skin had disappeared and all that was left was a network of nerves firing off. Moans were spilling out of his chest and he had next to no hope of controlling that. It felt too good for words. The window sliding open had him scrambling. Peter paused just inside, several expressions playing over his face too fast for Stiles to examine. He looked down to the pillow in his lap, blushing furiously as his hips still surged against it, desperate for release. His boxers were visible at his knees but the scent of him told what was happening even before that.
"I apologize," Peter said stiffly. "I came to warn you…but you obviously already know." Stiles finally managed to stop moving, fists strangling his innocent pillow.
"Information received," he returned.
"Anything I can help with?" Stiles gritted his teeth.
"I'm managing just fine on my own."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about Stiles. You're…adjusting the best you can." Stiles gave an indignant huff.
"Can you please just…" he nodded vaguely towards the window. Peter smiled before dipping his head.
"Of course. I'll return at a more…convenient time." Stiles turned as soon as he was gone, humping against his pillow, totally unable to control it. He heavily considered fainting when it was over, his entire body unwinding. Stiles wondered if there were even bones left underneath his skin. It certainly didn't feel like it. He yanked the sheets up over himself and the pillow that he'd certainly have to get rid of before trying to sleep again.

A/N: Chapter written very quickly so please forgive any mistakes!

Wasn't intending for the Danny/Jackson to go down like that but it lends well to what I'm planning… *teasing*

Planning on hitting Peter up next chapt..how is he going to react to Stiles'…problem?

Thankies.