Hey guys. :). Firstly I wanna apologize for taking SOOOOOO long to update! I know, i know- no excuses. But my muse left me and i sort of had to force myself again until it comes back! So, as a result of my muse currently being MIA, im sorry if this chapter doesn't live up to standards :(. And i guess it's sort of short? Mid-length? Whatever. But, it should come back soon!

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"You haven't called me in like, an entire year."

"That is an over exaggeration."

"I was worried for a second that one of those guys abducted you and you actually got chopped into tiny, little edible pieces. I helped you get this damned job, I at least deserve an update."

Stiles sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, well, I'm fine. Job's going uh- goin' good so far. Very good."

There was silence on the other line.

"Lydia?"

"What do you mean by 'very' good?"

"Uh… better than 'normal' good?"

"You're not telling me something."

"And what exactly is the something that I'm not telling you?" Stiles mentally cursed Lydia's perceptiveness, hoping that she would get the hint before she forced him to tell her he had started fucking his way through the Hale pack. The woman had ways to make him tell the truth and he was weak against every single one of them.

"I'm not sure yet but you can trust me that I can and will find out, Stilinski. Especially since you're moving. A fact you denied to tell me until 10 minutes ago."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "It's kind of sudden! I mean, the new arrangements involve me living… closer to work, I guess."

"Oh good lord a five year could lie better than you."

"I didn't lie!"

"Yeah but you're not telling the entire truth either, now are you?"

"And you're sure you're not part werewolf? And it's not that big of a deal. I'll be closer to your apartment! I could mooch off your food more often! See? Friendship saved."

He could practically hear the eye roll. "When are you moving?"

"Tomorrow. Boss wanted it done ASAP. You know how the head honchos are- demanding as ever," He let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed his neck.

"…mhmm. Right. Well, glad to know you're still alive but unfortunately I have a guest coming over."

Stiles' eyes widened. "A guest? You mean a date? Are you finally gonna get some dick? I swear you've been cranky since you haven't been getting any. Who is it? Anyone I know?"

She ignored his comment. "You have your secrets and I have mine. Later, Stiles." And with that, she hung up.

Stiles scoffed at the phone and fell back against the kitchen counter. So far, so good- he had successfully evaded the event of telling his best friend that he would be getting dicked by 5 different werewolves for the foreseeable future. That just left the huge debacle of his father coming up to most likely assassinate each of said werewolves to deal with. He needed to call his father and find out when that was happening before he showed up at the door in the middle of a random sex session. He chalked it up to too much to think about and put it to the back of his mind.

For a moment he considered joining Isaac and Derek in the little love nest they had created- he hadn't seen Isaac for the few hours that had passed since he went out to see Boyd in the kitchen, but Derek had come out a few times to give him a kiss and grab water and snacks. He always made sure to tell him that he was obviously welcome to join in, but Stiles was still reeling from the pounding Derek had first given him. Which, yeah, was amazing, but he kinda wanted to taste the other flavors. And so far the only other flavor he had tasted was Boyd- which, where the hell was everyone else?

He felt his stomach grumble again and he rolled his eyes. He drifted over towards the freezer and pulled it open, shivering because oh yeah, he was still naked. Whatever. He was more disappointed than he should have been when he found it full of frozen meat, really, considering he was now housed in an apartment full of werewolves. He sighed and opened the refrigerator, thanking whoever was listening that at least there were a few vegetables inside. Not that he would eat the vegetables, but still, variety was nice. There was a half empty bottle of orange juice, a carton of eggs, some vegetables in the bottom drawer, a variety of milks (because apparently they were milk connoisseurs? What the hell?), and a white take-out box with "DON'T EAT MY FUCKING FOOD" written in bold letters across the top. He guessed it was Jackson's and pulled it open, sniffing at the insides. It was chow mein and orange chicken (his favorite), and for a moment he considered the repercussions of stealing Jackson's food for approximately two seconds before proceeding to do so.

He popped it into the microwave and started it up, making a silent promise to pay Jackson back later. He turned when he heard the footfalls of someone walking into the kitchen. His gaze met Boyd's as the taller man opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pack of lunch meat.

"Does your ass always look this good or is it just the pants you were?" Boyd let out a soft laugh and sent him a smirk form where he was making a sandwich. "Going to work? A little late for that, don't you think?"

"I've got a meeting with one of our manufacturers, then I'm meeting with Erica afterwards," Boyd responded, wrapping up the sandwich in a paper towel. The microwave beeped and Stiles pulled the container out, mouth watering at the steaming contents. Boyd sniffed and glanced at the box.

"Eating Jackson's food?"

Stiles gave him a sheepish look. "Is that a bad idea?"

"Jackson is more territorial than Derek when it comes to food," He squinted his eyes. "Did you not see the "Don't eat my fucking food" on the front?"

Stiles shrugged. "I have selective sight. I'll pay him back! Or buy him more. Or, ya know, suck his dick, which is definitely worth more than leftover Chinese food."

Boyd shrugged back. "All I know is that if I did that, I would no longer have a dick."

Stiles laughed. "Speaking of dick, where is everyone else?"

Boyd gave him a look and pulled out his phone, checking the time. "Well, Jackson should be home from work soon, Peter comes and goes whenever the hell he pleases, and Scott is probably doting over Allison somewhere." Boyd walked closer and bent down to give Stiles a soft kiss. "Why? Am I not enough for you?"

"Oh, you're fine, it's just… ya know, what's the point of having all the lollipops if you can't taste the flavors?"

Boyd shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Jackson'll be home soon. Then you can give him that apology you're so eager to give him, seeing as how you're still in the nude."

"What's the point of putting on clothes if I just plan on having more sex?"

Boyd laughed. He gave Stiles another kiss and began to walk away. "I'm off, see you later."

"Bye sweetheart! Come back home safe!" Stiles yelled out in his southern belle accent. After he heard Boyd leave he looked at the food one more time before plunging a fork into the chicken and sliding it into his mouth, smiling when the savory-sweet flavor burst on his tongue.

This was definitely worth a blowjob. Definitely.

OxO

He was slurping down the last of the chow mein and watching an episode of Baggage (which had to be scripted because what the fuck? The guy that she picked was busted as hell and his smallest baggage was that he cheated on three of his ex-girlfriends) on the couch when he heard the door swing open and footfalls enter the apartment. They didn't come to the living room though, instead diverting to the kitchen. Normally he wouldn't have noticed, but with his newfound abilities he heard the refrigerator door being swung open and a shuffle of items in the fridge.

It was only then that he remembered the whole 'DON'T EAT MY FUCKING FOOD' thing.

He abandoned the chopsticks and shoved the last of the noodles between his lips, nearly choking as he struggled to swallow them down. He crushed up the box and searched for a place to hide it as quickly as possible, eventually opting for sliding the crushed box under the couch. The footfalls left the kitchen and started towards the living room and Stiles slid further into the couch, trying to make himself as small as possible. He heard the steps stop on the side of the couch and scented a muted orange-y aroma that smelled nice as he tried not to move.

"Stiles?"

It was Jackson's voice, obviously surprised to find him naked on the couch. Stiles didn't respond, hoping to God that Jackson was like a rhino- if he didn't move, there would be no attack.

"Stiles."

It was more of a statement now, but he still chose not to respond, halfway listening to the episode of Family Feud that had come on. He heard a huff from beside him and yelped a little when he was pushed back onto the sofa, two hands pinning his wrists to the side of him. Jackson was in his classic work attire- his white button up and black tie with matching black slacks, dress shoes that shined impeccably. All obviously fitted to cling to his body like a second skin, spruced up and spiffy and modern because this was Jackson and he wouldn't just let classy be classy. No- he had to one up it. The slight bulge of his biceps made Stiles lick his lips, as did the vein in his neck that tended to appear when he was frustrated, which admittedly was most of the time. His pecs were pushing against the soft material of the shirt, and it really was unfair how gorgeous Jackson was. He was pretty much forced to look into Jackson's eyes now, and Stiles took a moment to run his eyes of Jackson's beyond perfect features- he hadn't gotten to see the guy in a while, and somehow he had forgotten how soft those lips not only looked, but felt…

"Stiles?" Jackson asked, looking down at him with narrowed eyes that hinted at annoyance, but not the strong anger that Boyd promised.

"Yeh?" Stiles asked back, sheepishly trying to push himself further into the cushions.

"Did you eat my Chinese food?" He stated the question like he already knew the answer.

"Uhhh… no?"

"That didn't sound like an answer, Stiles." Jackson said, coming to straddle Stiles on the couch, hands still pinning him down.

"Well- uh. No, then. No, I, Stiles of the house Stilinski, did not eat your food."

Jackson raised a brow in what looked like suspicion. "Well then you won't mind if I do this?"

He didn't give Stiles a chance to answer before his hand came up and fiddled with one of Stiles' nipples. Stiles gasped and arched into the touch, lips opening slightly with the sensation. A hand came to the back of his neck and held him forward until he felt the soft press of Jackson's lips against his, a tongue flowing into his mouth almost immediately. Stiles fell into the kiss because he had also forgotten how much Jackson liked kissing, and as a cause of the fact how exactly good of a kisser he was. Jackson's tongue swirled around his own, licking over the inside of his cheeks and his teeth, sucking on his bottom lip all at once.

And then Jackson pulled off with a smug look on his face. "Then why the hell do you taste like the orange chicken I had saved?"

"Ugh-uh…" Stiles tried to think up an answer. "Damn that new orange chicken flavored toothpaste I bought! Stupid manufacturing companies are gonna get me in trouble with everyone…"

Jackson chuckled and went down to kiss him once more and Stiles twisted his tie in his hands. "Hey-," he murmured against Stiles' lips, removing his hand from the cloth. "This is Calvin Klein-don't wrinkle it."

"Are your clothes more important than making out with me?" Stiles asked as he sucked on Jackson's tongue, grinding his crotch up into the soft material of his slacks. Jackson moaned into the movement, sliding down and covering Stiles' body with his, the lean muscles in his form rolling against his own.

"You still owe me payment for the food I bought you." Jackson said against his laps, hands roaming up to slip under the soft cotton of Stiles' shirt, warm, soft fingers dragging over his skin. Stiles' thigh were pushed apart so Jackson could more easily lay atop him, lips moving from the kiss, tongue leaving a warm trail to the sensitive patch of skin behind his ears.

"Ugh-fuck," Stiles bit out, wrapping his fingers into Jackson's hair, which was just as soft as the rest of him. Jackson was sucking on his ear lobe, one of his fingers placed on his nipple, pinching it exquisitely. "God dude, you're so soft, like, everywhere-"

"Except one place," one of Jackson's hands slipped under Stiles' body to grab one of his cheeks, pulling him up to feel the hardness in his pants, rubbing it against his own and sending bursts of fire up his spine.

"You think you're so suave don't you? Asshole." The effectiveness of the statement was muted when Jackson abruptly pulled off his shirt, mouth moving to his neck and sucking there, sharp teeth digging into the skin. Stiles' hands went to his shoulders when hands began to rub between his legs.

"You never answered me."

"You plan on fucking me, right?" Stiles asked. Jackson rose up, eyes blown with darkness, cheeks flushed and haired messed.

"No."

"No?" Stiles asked, angrier than he thought he would be at the thought of not getting fucked. "That wasn't your plan?"

"Not right now. I'd like to take my time."

"Well you could take your time right now."

"Stop freaking out- if you're so desperate for my dick you owe me several blowjobs. One for the food and another for the food you ate."

Stiles scoffed. "I already told you it was the toothpaste."

"Yeah. Okay." Jackson dived back into his mouth and the anger fell away, replaced by the thought that yeah, he did like sucking dick to an almost worrying point. So a blowjob could suffice. For now.

"Well if you plan on getting your dick sucked I can't exactly get into the proper position like this."

"Mhmm." Jackson said, taking a nipple into his mouth and laving his tongue over it and pinching the other one between two fingers. His hips pushed soft thrusts into Stiles' crotch as he trailed wet licks and open mouthed kisses down Stiles' torso, nibbling at the skin where his happy trail started. He followed the path down, down, nuzzling at the base of Stiles' now respectably hard dick. A moan came from Jackson's chest as he rubbed the soft skin of his cheek against the heat of Stiles' erection.

"Fuckin' tease." Stiles complained, rubbing softly into Jackson's magnificent hair. In response Jackson gave a few kisses to the tip, letting his tongue run over the head before he pushed apart Stiles' legs with a hungry look in his eyes.

"I could have sworn I was supposed to be giving the blowjob here," Stiles whined, because he didn't want to be cheated out of his opportunity to suck Jackson's dick. There was a smug smirk on Jackson's face before he dove into the crease of Stiles' thighs, nosing at the skin there. The sensation sent shivers over Stiles' skin as Jackson's mouth and lips left wet traces at the warm skin, his restless tongue laving over the sensitive skin of his balls, making Stiles' thigh fall open even more as Jackson explored. But then Jackson rose, face flushed and eyes wolfed out.

"You smell so good," Jackson's voice was raspy and heavy. He leaned over slowly, watching Stiles' eyes as those soft lips of his descended onto his own, and for a moment Stiles thought it just be a quick kiss. But no, Jackson's lips moved softly against his own as one of his hands came up to caress his cheek. Despite what he thought Jackson's kisses would be like (which mostly involved a lot of anger and tongue), Stiles leaned into it, letting Jackson control the pace of it. His lips were softer now, maybe because of the softer movement , but whatever it was made goose bumps rise on his skin as Jackson's tongue slowly slipped in, tracing softly over the inside of his mouth, dancing instead of dominating. He felt his body relax into the kiss as their tongues twisted together and Stiles whimpered at the intimacy and tenderness of it. He sort of forgot about the current hardness against his thigh as he was kissed, brain short circuiting and mind going foggy. When Jackson pulled away Stiles was breathless, eyes at half-mast and he lurched forward in an attempt to get more of whatever Jackson had just given him, but the other man stopped him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek with a smile on his face, expression open and honest.

"Blowjob time."

Stiles huffed but Jackson let himself fall back until he lay on his back, messing with the button on his slacks until they fell open and he pushed them down, Stiles helping pull them off. The disappointment because of the presence of underwear must have shown on his face.

"Can't expect me to go commando at work, Stiles."

Stiles rolled his eyes in response and leaned up to steal the kiss that had been denied to him earlier and Jackson allowed it as Stiles fumbled to open the buttons on the shirt, leaving the tie on, but loose, for the sake of the affect. He kissed his way down Jackson's neck, bypassing his nipples in favor of getting to the main attraction as soon as possible. He stopped at the edge of Jackson's adorably baby blue briefs, licking the skin there, noticing the lack of a happy trail.

"You shave?"

"You had no complaints about me being soft earlier."

Stiles chuckled. "Touché." He felt a hand in his hair and pressure on his head pushing him down.

"C'mon bitch, get to it, you owe me."

And just like that Jackson was back.

Stiles pulled down the underwear, sliding it down slowly as the tip came into view and he placed his lips around it, suckling on it gently as he pulled the rest down and off of Jackson's legs. Jackson spread his legs and Stiles settled in between them, dead set on getting to work. As he circled the tip with his tongue he let a few fingers travel down to toy with his low hanging balls, grazing gently over the skin there, rolling them between his fingers. He pulled his lips off the tip and let his tongue trace a few of the veins on the shaft, leaving warm trails of saliva across the skin. His other free hand slid up over the soft muscles of Jackson's form, moving until it found a nipple and proceeded to catch it between two fingers, rolling it slightly. The head of Jackson's cock was bigger than what he would have thought, larger than what Jackson's a-little-above-average dick would have normally dictated, and he ran his lips over it, blowing warm breaths across the skin. He let his tongue delve into the slit, tugging slightly on Jackson's balls with the motion. Jackson's hips hitched up slightly and his fingers tightened in Stiles' hair and Stiles removed his mouth from its place, nosing down until he licked over the slightly wrinkled skin of Jackson's sac.

"Knew those lips would be good for something besides stupidity." Jackson stated with a satisfied smirk. Stiles decided not to grace such an ignorant comment with a response, instead getting back to work.

He began to jerk him slowly, thumb rubbing under the sensitive head with each twisted upstroke, as he captured one in his mouth and sucked on it lightly, humming around the gesture. Long, winded breaths were leaving from Jackson's lips as he watched Stiles work on him, eyes focused with intensity Stiles hadn't ever seen him wear. He opened his mouth a bit wider, working his tongue to coax in the other, Jackson moaning when he felt Stiles' mouth work on both his balls at once. Jackson's leg spasmed a bit from the pleasure of it, rolling his hips into Stiles' mouth with lips parted and eyes blown. Jackson's cock was beginning to leak into Stiles' hand, the warm, sticky substance coating his fingers as they worked over the warm skin. He let the balls roll from his mouth with a soft kiss and lick, then trailed his way back up to the main event where he licked the liquid from his fingers and placed his mouth back over the head, He lapped up the pre cum that oozed out before sliding his lips down the shaft in one fell swoop, gagging a bit when the head touched the back of his throat. He looked to see Jackson with his head thrown back at the feeling, his hips rolling with slight thrusts. Stiles did the movement again, letting his tongue rub around the shaft as it moved in his mouth, swallowing down as it went further in. Soon enough his head was bobbing up and down on Jackson's crotch, the soft skin of his dick slipping over his lips, onto his tongue and into his mouth over and over again, saliva and pre-cum easing the passage. Jackson's grip was tight, and Stiles noticed he wasn't so much of a moaner as of a heavy-breather, loud sighs falling from his lips and short, staccato breaths heaved out of him when Stiles went particularly deep. While one of his hands worked Jackson's nipple, the other was below his own body, rubbing himself off against the material of the couch as he derived his own pleasure from Jackson's.

"Stiles, Stiles, I-" Jackson's free hand came to wrap around Stiles' throat, stilling him until Jackson himself started thrusting between his lips. "Move your fucking tongue, Stiles."

Stiles quickly obeyed, having been shocked from the whole face-fucking thing, and began to maneuver his tongue over Jackson's cock as it was pushed between his lips. He was more turned on than he thought he would be because he was moaning around the dick in his mouth and humping his own hand. Stiles could tell Jackson was close when he felt his movements become erratic and his breaths short and raspy.

"Y-your face- gonna cum on your face-fuck!"

Stiles moaned at the thought and closed his eyes, letting Jackson do his own thing. Within a few moments the cock in his mouth was pulled out and placed against his cheek, the warm wetness of it dizzying him. He felt start to jerk Jackson off, his mind set on feeling the warmth of his cum on his face. Jackson tugged at Stiles' hair as his hips moved into Stiles' hands.

"Right there, Stiles," Jackson rasped out, eyes down cast, looking at his dick against Stiles' cheek. "That's it, I'm gonna- here we go, yeah, yeah, yeahyeahyeah- holy shit-"

Jackson cut himself off when his whole body stilled and it seemed like an eternity until the cum shot against Stiles' face, splatting on his cheeks on over his eyes, a few drops landing on his hair. A few more spurts flew into his mouth and on his lips and licked it off, mind racing and short circuiting as he tugged at his cock with a furious speed, looking for the completion that Jackson had just received. The moment he felt the rough softness of a finger against his hole he was moaning out, body tensing and cum shooting onto the couch beneath him. It lasted for a while, the taste and flavor of Jackson's seed enhancing the experience as the pleasure ran through his veins like a bullet.

He was still shaking as he came down from the high that was his orgasm, eyes opening to see Jackson with a soft smile on his face. The man had his still semi-hard cock in his hands, using the head of it to rub the cum over his skin with slow motions. When he was done he stuck it back in Stiles' mouth and Stiles cleaned it off while they both caught their breath, sucking the salty flavor of Jackson's cum from the head.

When he was done he let it slip from his mouth and he sat up shakily, muscles unsure after his orgasm. He could still feel the wet warmth of Jackson's cum all over his face, but he grimaced when he saw the mess he had made against the couch.

"Better be glad that's leather," Jackson said.

Stiles scoffed. "That's the first thing you say after the amazing blowjob I give you?" His voice was low and it hurt a bit to talk.

Jackson raised a brow. "Are you trying to sass me when you're the one with my cum on his face? Really?"

Stiles chose to ignore that in favor of beginning to distress about the mess in his hair. "Thanks to you now I have to take another shower."

"I told you I was coming on your face. It's your own fault for not refusing- but you enjoyed it didn't you? The evidence is right there."

"You are one smug asshole, you know that?"

Jackson chuckled and stood up slowly, grabbing Stiles' hands. "C'mon, I'll lick it all off you in the shower if you ask nicely."

Stiles rolled his eyes even though he started following Jackson's path to the bathroom. "You also hold the task of washing my hair. Because that was your fault. Oh, and more kisses too, because those are your fault too."

"Fine."

Stiles smiled, wondering what else he could convince Jackson to do. "Ya know, if you're this agreeable after sex I would've stolen your food a long time ago."

He saved the fact for future reference; definitely planning on stealing Jackson's food again in the near future.