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works/807843.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Danny_Mahealani/Jackson_Whittemore
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Danny_Mahealani, Jackson_Whittemore
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Oral_Sex, Masturbation, Locker_Room, High_School, Pining,
      Loneliness
  Series:
      Part 1 of Someday_My_Prince_Will_Come
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-18 Words: 1400
****** A Subtle Invitation ******
by Fr333bird
Summary
     Stiles watches Danny and Jackson engaging in a little extra
     curricular activity.
     Stiles knew that Danny and Jackson were more than just best friends.
     Sure, they had the whole bro-dude, jock thing going on but there was
     an extra edge to their relationship that Stiles could sense whenever
     he was near them.
Notes
     This is a little birthday ficlet for the lovely Beckybrit. She
     prompted me this_pic and this is what it inspired. Thanks to
     Donnersun for a speedy pre-read/beta.
Stiles knew that Danny and Jackson were more than just best friends. Sure, they
had the whole bro-dude, jock thing going on; but there was an extra edge to
their relationship that Stiles could sense whenever he was near them. He could
almost taste it. It wasn’t anything as overt as touch or even body language. It
was just something in their eyes when their gazes snagged and held for a
fraction too long. Nobody else seemed to see it. Maybe Stiles only noticed
because he wanted something like that so badly for himself. Sometimes he’d
catch Danny’s eye and Danny would look at him, holding his gaze until Stiles
looked away, flustered and flushed. It felt like Danny’s dark eyes could see
right into Stiles’ soul when he did that.
Stiles had gotten into the habit of staying late in the library after school to
study. He told himself it was because it was easier to concentrate without the
distractions of the uncensored internet at home. But actually, he spent most of
his time watching Danny and Jackson covertly through the windows that
overlooked the field.
He watched as they trained--throwing and catching, practicing shots and
tackles, running each other into the ground--until they were muddy and slow
with exhaustion. They slapped each other on the back and trailed towards the
locker room, laughing and joking together.
Usually Stiles would pack up his books then, and go home alone to lie on his
bed and jerk off to vague, unformed imaginings of a hard body under his hands,
stubble grazing his jaw, a strong hand that wasn’t his own wrapped around his
dick.
But today was different.
Today, he found his feet taking a left instead of a right at the foot of the
stairwell. He found himself heading through the echoing corridors toward the
boys’ locker room instead of out to the parking lot to find his jeep.
His heart was pounding as he pushed open the door; palms slick with guilty
sweat, even though there was no reason that he shouldn’t be in there. He’d left
a history book in his locker earlier--albeit unintentionally--that gave him a
cast iron excuse.
He could hear the water running in the showers along with the low echo of muted
voices and a soft chuckle. He crept closer, his breathing shallow, heart
thudding fast. Stiles couldn’t have stopped himself even if he tried. The need
to see them, to see the proof of what he knew in his gut, was overwhelming. He
reached the corner that screened the showers from the main part of the locker
room and slipped silently around it, holding his breath.
They were oblivious, standing under the spray of water, wrapped around each
other, kissing like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Danny was naked except
for his jockstrap, and Jackson’s fingers were clutching at his skin, leaving
red marks on his hip where they had been. Jackson was still dressed in his
shorts and a tank, and Stiles watched as Danny gripped the neckline, tearing at
the fabric. There was a sound of ripping and a breathless gust of laughter from
Jackson as the pieces of his shirt fell down around his waist. “Fucker!” he
exclaimed. But there was no reproach in his voice, just amusement and a wild
kind of elation that Stiles had never heard coming out of Jackson’s mouth
before.
Danny kissed the word off Jackson’s lips and then moved lower, licking at the
water running down Jackson’s neck and torso and sinking to his knees in front
of him. Danny pulled at what remained of Jackson’s clothing, stripping the wet
material of his shorts and ruined tank down so that Jackson could kick them
off.
Stiles reached down, pressing the heel of his hand against his erection as he
watched Danny lick a stripe up Jackson’s cock. He paused, grinning up at
Jackson who whined and thrust forward, cock bumping Danny’s lips. Danny moved
sideways and kissed Jackson’s belly, sucking at the skin over his hipbones.
Then he opened his eyes, and looked right at Stiles.
Stiles felt the icy chill of horror pour over him like a bucket of cold water.
His face flamed as he stared into those dark eyes, frozen to the spot, bracing
himself for their teasing and disgust. Danny’s lips were flushed and parted,
eyes glazed with lust. As the moment stretched out, Stiles could feel every
beat of his heart, the pulse beneath his skin rapid and panicked as he held his
breath. But then Danny just smiled, a knowing smile of subtle invitation. He
turned his attention away from Stiles and back to Jackson. His hands on
Jackson’s hips angled him a little away from Stiles, not so much that Stiles
couldn’t see, but just enough that Jackson would be less likely to notice him
lurking in the shadows.
Danny traced the shape of Jackson’s crown with his tongue and then swallowed
him down, his eyes fixed on Jackson’s face. Stiles bit his lip, holding back
his own groan as Jackson’s echoed loudly around the walls. His cock jerked
against his hand and he pressed it harder, rubbing slowly.
Stiles’ gaze slid down to Danny’s crotch, to see where Danny was hard too,
straining against his jock. The hard line of him was clearly visible where the
water made the fabric almost transparent and Stiles licked his lips, wondering
how it would feel in his mouth, how it would taste. As he watched, Danny
reached down and pulled himself out, stroking slowly, thumbing at the tip as he
hummed around his mouthful of Jackson’s dick. His other hand was on Jackson’s
perfect, pert ass, his fingers slipping into the crack as Jackson flexed his
hips and fucked into Danny’s mouth.
From the incoherent, desperate sounds that Jackson was making, Stiles didn’t
think he was going to last long. Fuck, Stiles was a breath away from coming in
his pants and he was barely even touching himself. Danny obviously had some
awesome skills. They looked fucking incredible together, as good as any gay
porn Stiles had ever watched and that would be a lot. Jackson’s hands were in
Danny’s hair now, holding on and controlling him. Danny’s face was blissful,
eyes closed, throat working and his lips stretched as Jackson used him.
Stiles’ hand started to move, there was no way he could watch this and not give
himself a little sensation. It was rough and uncomfortable through his jeans
and he longed for skin on skin but it would have to do. He rubbed harder,
desperate to ease the burning ache.
One of Danny’s fingers disappeared inside Jackson and Jackson cried out,
bucking helplessly and losing all rhythm. Oh fuck. Jackson was coming. Jackson
was coming in Danny’s mouth as Stiles watched and Danny was loving it, moaning
like a slut as he swallowed. Stiles looked down at Danny’s hand just in time to
see him coming too, spunk spilling white over the grip of his fingers. The
sight of that did for Stiles, and he bit on the inside of his cheek to stop
himself from crying out. His cock pulsed under his palm as he shot his load in
his underwear, hot and sticky and shameful, but so fucking good that his knees
nearly gave out with the force of it.
When he looked back up, Danny had pulled off Jackson’s softening dick and was
watching Stiles as Jackson sagged over him, panting, one arm braced against the
wall. Danny looked down, deliberately, to where Stiles knew there would be a
wet patch, and then lifted his gaze back to meet Stiles’. His lips quirked and
he flashed Stiles a quick grin. Then he was pushing himself to his feet and
kissing Jackson again. Danny’s hands were gentle, cupping Jackson’s cheeks and
sliding into his hair as Jackson clung to him, and Stiles wondered if Jackson
knew how fucking lucky he was. Stiles would give anything to have someone touch
him like that.
Stiles left the locker room as silently as he’d arrived and the door swung shut
behind him, leaving him alone in the silent corridor. He sighed and adjusted
his sticky underwear with a grimace, mentally apologising to his dick. Time to
head home for a solo shower and treat it to a proper jerk off.
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