So, this chapter felt like getting your teeth pulled while writing, without anesthesia. Wasn't pretty!
twilightmecrazii Thanks for all the compliments, hope you like this chapter.
Netha Yep, it's going to continue but with uni starting up again I'll have to slow down.
DragonLordAK Thx, I have some ideas but it's going to take some time till the next update.
Disclaimer
Neither the characters nor the storyline is mine. I just like to play with it. No money was made from this story. No animals or children were hurt during the writing of this story...
Chapter 4
Saying Stiles was confused was like saying Scott was (had been) in love with Alison or Jackson was a little bit of a bully, meaning a TOTAL understatement. He sat there naked, only halfheartedly listening to his best friends attempt of an explanation. At least he could focus on a thought although he had just woken up without taking his Adderall, so his ADHD seemes to have disappeared. At least something good came out of this whole werewolf business. Looking up at Scott he deadpanned.
"So what your are trying to tell he is, Derek went all psycho on us, turned me and now you have a hard-on for me AND Jackson of all people?" Looking Scott and Jackson up and down he noticed a reaction in his groin he normally associated with being around Lydia, somehow seeing Jackson in his clothes did a number on him. A smarmy grin fell on his face before answering his last question. "OK so maybe I can understand the whole being attracted to us thing!"
"OK, Stiles, maybe you should get showered and dressed and Jackson and I will make some breakfast, pancakes sound alright? " Scott asked clearly trying to give Stiles some privacy for him to process the the whole thing on his own.
"Yeah, sure I think I prepared some batter yesterday. I'll see you in a few!" With that said Stiles left after picking up some boxers, a shirt and some pants.
Scott was about to go downstairs, when Jackson held him back a dirty grin plastering his face, counting backwards.
"... five, four, three, two..." Scott had no idea why he did that until he heard Stiles from the bathroom.
"Holy motherfucking god, this is so cool!" Aha, he apparently found a mirror.
Scott and Jackson looked at each other before breaking into roaring laughter.
"Shit, guys have you seen this. I'm fucking hot!" Stiles called from where he stood.
"Believe me dude we know, really, we know." Jackson spoke out what Scott was thinking.
Stiles looked at himself in the mirror and still couldn't believe what looked back at him. He had never been what you'd call an ugly duckling but this was something else entirely. His face was less childlike and more like that of a male model, all sharp lines and shit. His shoulders looked a little broader and he had actual pecs. His happy trail went along a light six pack and at the end of that was the biggest surprise. The change added at least two inches there putting his slightly over average cock way beyond so. Fuck. All this staring at himself, turned him on, putting new his and improved nine inch monster on full display. He just couldn't resits the temptation, giving it a few tentative strokes and moaned in pleasure, enjoying the sensation his increased body sense allowed him to experience. He had done this a million times, lets be honest which teenage boy hasn't, but never did it feel like this. Since he had woken up this morning everything was different, clearer and sharper. And it were these heightened that, once again, allowed Jackson to play cockblock.
"Dude Scott, what is it with you two? Didn't you two, ever, learn some sort of self control? My dick grew two inches and still you didn't hear me jacking off, did you? God, Stiliski get a move on before I drag your pretty ass into the shower myself." Jackson said before adding in a voice practically oozing Sex and filled with dark promises. "Although judging from the look on Scott's face is he is considering joining us and something tells me that would result in lunch rather than breakfast."Oh, so not helping.
And so, like Scott had done, he used every teenage boys favorite, well second favorite, technique to lose a boner. He took an ice cold shower got dressed and went downstairs and nearly choked on his own spit when he entered. There was Jackson Whittemore sitting on the counter feet planted on two chairs with Scott standing between his legs kissing like their life dependent on it! Stiles could do little more then just stand there and watch his best friend and their former arch enemy engaged in the most heated make-out session he ever witnessed. Danny once told him, after he asked of course, that the difference between kissing a girl and a was boy that with a boy it is less gentle. It was less claiming and more like warfare trying to get the upper hand but enjoying every minuet of it! And from the looks of it he was right.
About five minuets went by before the two horny teens stopped resting their foreheads together gasping for air smiling like loons. Slowly turning their heads towards Stiles, foreheads still touching, they grinned lazily.
"You gonna stand there all day or are you gonna join us. We've been waiting for you but couldn't control ourselves anymore, so we started without you." Scott, smiled in his direction, lips puffy and spit slick.
Stiles didn't know how, but but somehow, without his approval, his body moved in their direction beeing met by open arms beeing pulled in three way kiss tongue and all. He felt their tastes mingeling on their tongues, overloading his senses in combination with their mixing smells. He couldn't distinguish we he ended and the others began. Hands everywhere, belt buckles were undone, zippers opended boxers about to be pulled down... when Jackson cell rang.
"Danny, is this important? I'm kinda in the middle of something!" Jackson replied. Before listening a few seconds.
"How did you... you know what it doesn't matter. Yes, we are at Stiles's house. Hurry up, maybe you can shed some light on all this?" He answered before disconnecting the call.
"So OK, Danny is going to be around shortly, rain check?" Jackson asked sheepishly!
"Sure." The other two replied straightening themselves up.
Thinking, why is it always us?
OK, this felt like filler. Some background the next time.
Hope you enjoyed this!