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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Danny_Mahealani/Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Karaoke, Humor
  Series:
      Part 1 of Mating_Games_-_2013
  Collections:
      Mating_Games:_The_Teen_Wolf_Pornation_Extras
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-23 Words: 854
****** Boys Like Me ******
by OnTheTurningAway
Summary
     Danny sees trouble coming from a mile away when Coach announces
     mandatory Tuesday Team Bonding Nights.
Notes
     Written for Bonus Challenge #2 at Mating_Games, for the prompt:
     karaoke.
Danny sees trouble coming from a mile away when Coach announces mandatory
Tuesday Team Bonding Nights.
Things only get worse when Greenberg volunteers to set up the first one -
karaoke night at the strip club where his mom works. Apparently Tuesdays are
slow nights down at Biggins - who knew? – and the owner agreed to give Coach
the space for free until 10:00. Danny doesn't even want to think about how
Greenberg and Coach worked out that deal.
But Danny is co-captain, so when Coach gives him one of his best pointed,
crazy-eyed looks, he sighs and starts organizing carpools.
The night starts off okay, even though the club's karaoke machine only has
songs pre-dating the entire team's births, many of which their parents would
consider oldies. Still, it's fun to mock each other under any circumstances,
and there's a lot of good natured laughing and eye-rolling during Scott's
woeful rendition of Alison.
The evening turns a little weird when Lahey and Boyd take the stage, clinging
to each other and tearily belting out I_Got_You_Babe. Any ensuing awkwardness
is entirely eclipsed by Greenberg, however, who plops down on the stage
directly in front of Coach's table while the machine queues up Private_Eyes.
It's a...disturbing performance, complete with longing gazes and the occasional
(though perfectly timed) clapping sequence.
Danny does NOT want to know.
Instead he buries his face in the song book, trying to find something remotely
familiar, and stays that way until he sees Stiles grab the mic from Greenberg
out of the corner of his eye.
Danny looks up when he hears the opening beats of I_Know_What_Boys_Like; it's
an old 80s song, but he's heard a mash-up of it at Jungle, and it never fails
to get the crowd going.
Stiles has his back to the stage, hips shimmying as he starts to sing, body
looking surprisingly good in a slim-fitting tee and pair of tight jeans. He
hams it up, prancing around, winking and blowing mocking kisses to the crowd.
He's a terrible singer, off-key in a way that perfectly fits the song, but he's
so into it, Danny finds himself mesmerized.
The sight of Stiles grinding against the mic stand as he sings, "They want to
touch me, I never let them," has Danny squirming in his seat, clutching the
song book tightly in his fists. He knows Stiles is inexperienced and he has no
right to look so hot flaunting it in front of a crowd of teenagers and a few
middle aged pervs who didn't get the memo about karaoke night.
By the time Stiles gets to, "I will let you, Anything you want, You can trust
me, I really want to," looking right at Danny and licking his lips, Danny has
had enough. He jumps on stage, tosses the mic to Greenberg and drags Stiles
behind the curtain, mindless of the hoots and catcalls that follow them.
"Whoa! I wasn't that bad!" Stiles manages to say, just before Danny backs him
up against the wall and crashes their mouths together.
"You," Danny says between kisses, "are such a tease."
"I'm only a tease if I'm not willing to put out," Stiles says, panting into
Danny's mouth, getting with the program quickly and widening his stance so
Danny's thigh slips between his own.
Danny grinds against him, feeling a welcome hardness to match his own as Stiles
clings to his shoulders and latches onto his neck, lips nipping and sucking
hot, wet kisses into his skin.
"Christ, Stilinski, your mouth." He can already picture the hickeys he's going
to wake up with, but the sounds Stiles is making are ridiculous, each whimper
and grunt spurring Danny on. When Stiles starts circling his hips, jerking them
forward, Danny reaches between them, pops open the button on Stiles' jeans and
pulls his dick out.
"Dude, if I'm dreaming, let me never wake up," Stiles says when Danny wraps a
hand around him and sets a quick rhythm.
It doesn't take long, less than a dozen strokes before Stiles comes into
Danny's palm, then collapses against him. His mouth is still moving against
Danny's neck, but Danny can't tell if he's still kissing or trying to speak,
unable to get the words out. It doesn't really matter because in a matter of
moments, Danny has his own jeans open, wet hand wrapped around his own dick,
jerking himself off messily.
"Oh my god, that is so hot," Stiles says, still lazily licking at Danny's skin.
"I wanna help."
He doesn't move though, and Danny is so close, it wouldn't matter if he did.
"Next time," Danny says, freezing up for a second before coming.
Stiles tears himself away from Danny's neck at the last second and reaches down
to help work him through it. They're a mess, but Danny's still riding high on
endorphins and can't muster the energy to care.
"Wow," Stiles says, looking down between them. "I guess I really do know what
boys like."
"Shut up, Stilinski." Danny rolls his eyes but laughs and leans in for another
kiss.
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