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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Stiles_Stilinski/Jackson_Whittemore, Isaac_Lahey/Erica_Reyes
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Jackson_Whittemore, Danny_Mahealani, Erica_Reyes, Isaac
      Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Danny_and_Stiles_are_BFF, Stiles_is_attractive
      to_gay_guys, Knotting, Virgin_Tears, Nightmare_Before_Christmas_-
      Freeform, Subject_Avoidance, Jackson's_parents_love_Stiles, Slight_Isaac/
      Erica_bashing, it's_more_just_Erica_bashing_though, Stiles_is_petty_with
      her_because_she_pistol-whipped_him_with_his_own_car, Danny_knows
      everything, just_not_pertaining_to_Jackson's_dick, Awkward_Sexual
      Situations, Oral, Stiles_is_concerned_about_his_butt
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-06 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1681
****** Kidnap The Sandy Claws ******
by Reehoe, ZackaryAnderson
Summary
     Stiles and Danny have a heart-to-heart about Jackson's genitals.
     Stiles contemplates it and gets punched by Erica.
     Later that night, Stiles and Jackson have a heart-to-heart about
     Jackson's genitals, too.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
                                        
Stiles Stilinski was conflicted. He’d left class early, been kicked out for his
 mouth actually, and was sitting with Danny, who somehow always managed to buy
  his food and sit down before the bell so much as rang. They were discussing
Stiles’ relationship, yes he was in one and happily too, but dating a werewolf
 wasn’t exactly a walk in the dog-park. Of course, it was better to be dating
the boy now as a werewolf where he can actually learn to control himself rather
than when he was a creepy Kanima under the control of a psychopathic homicidal
                    maniac with a mindset to kill everyone.
“Do they have knots?” Stiles asked, genuinely concerned for not only his lower
body parts but his sex life in general as well. He wasn’t sure if he could
handle being bedded by a man (dog… okay, wolf-man-hybrid, but a man
nonetheless) with a giant ball forming on his dick. What would that even feel
like? His eyebrows pulled together at the thought and he contemplated it. Well
if it didn’t feel bad…
“You could always just go and ask Jackson. You are only dating him.” Had Lydia
been with them she would have scoffed. Stiles lightly smiled, as did Danny
knowing how happy the two made each other. Sure, they bickered like they still
hated each other, but they were always holding hands and looking at each other
like Scott looked at Allison.
“That’d be weird and he’d just call me stupid. You’re his best friend, you ask
him!” Danny’s smile fell as he looked at the supposed genius.
“No. That would be weird. The last thing any guy wants is his gay best friend
asking about his junk, even if they’re both dating guys.” Why would he even
want to ask Jackson if his dick resembled a dogs—sorry, a wolves.
“Well I’m not asking him!” cried Stiles.
“Fine,” Stiles wagged his nonexistent tail, thinking that Danny was giving into
asking Jackson the big question. The Hawaiian pointed his finger behind Stiles,
dragging his apple to his mouth with the other. “You’ve got beauty and the
beast over there that you can ask.” He took a bite from the apple, “She’s
probably pretty well acquainted with his anatomy by now to know..”
Stiles laughed, “You’ve got the beast part right, not so much for the harlot.”
The harlot being Erica, her beastly counterpart and Stiles’ would-have-been-
killer being Isaac.“Burn!” He thinks to himself, silently proud at his own
witty comment.
“I’ll go call the burn unit for that one,” Stiles grins widely, Danny
acknowledged his sarcasm even if he spoke it dryly! “Shame they can’t hear you
though.” Stiles shrugged, he was on a roll in his own mind so he threw out
another comment.
“Probably can’t smell us over the scent of fish either...!”
“Dude she’s heading this way.” Danny’s eyes were wide and Stiles’ good mood
plummeted.
“What!?”
“Well now we know they could hear us..” Danny sounded uncomfortably okay with
saying that. He smirked with a fake wince as Stiles, “Erica doesn’t look too
happy.” Stiles groaned, he was supposed to be the wiseass!
“Of course,”thought Stiles. “Of course the supernatural dog-human-hybrids can
hear our dumbasses with their supernatural hearing and be supernaturally pissed
off enough to haul their supernatural asses over here to supernaturally kick
our asses. Of course!”
 
 
Five hours later, Stiles could be found watching The Nightmare Before Christmas
with Jackson, his loving and doting boyfriend who was oh, so kindly being a
popcorn whore and not sharing. Stiles shifted in his seat on the couch,
Jackson’s parents were off on business and wouldn’t be back for a week. Stiles
had seen them off two hours earlier, Mrs. Whittemore had tended to his lightly
puffed black eye with ice and cooed like he was an abused puppy. Jackson had
laughed at him, which led his adoptive mother to turn to him.
“Did you do this to my baby?!” She had scolded Jackson accusingly.
“What?! No!”
“Well then you better cut that out before I do it to you, young man!” Stiles
liked her. He squirmed in his seat, remembering the black eye led to him
remembering the topic of conversation he’d had with Danny before he’d gotten
the wound from Erica.
“Hey, Jacks?”
“‘Sup, babe?” Jackson glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, popping the
last piece of popcorn into his mouth.
“Do you have a.. Uh..”
“…’A uh’ what?” He swallowed the popcorn.
“Do you have a kn—nope, no. Not asking. Too weird, sorry, nope. Watch the movie
and pass the popcorn please, way too weird, nope! Maybe next time!”
“…okay? Here...” He handed Stiles the empty popcorn bowl and Stiles groaned
sadly and placed he bowl on the table in front of them. Jackson rubbed Stiles’
neck with his thumb in apology for eating it all.
About fifteen minutes into the movie, Jackson noticed something was off with
his boyfriend. By something, Jackson meant Stiles’ eyes, and by off he meant
that they were more into watching Jackson’s crotch than watching the movie.
“What?”
“Hm? Something wrong?”
“Yeah, you’re staring. What?”
“Nothing, I can’t look at my boyfriend without being barked at? Would you
rather me blind so I can’t see anything, I mean I’m sure I could find a vat of
toxic to trip in or piss off Derek enough to—mmph!” Jackson covered Stiles’
mouth with a hand.
“Stop talking. Why are you staring at my lap?” He removed his hand before
Stiles could lick it if only for an answer.
“What, now I’m not allowed to look at my boyfriend’s dick?” He sounded
offended.
“Well if you really want to...” The co-captain of the lacrosse team smirked and
made quick work of unzipping his lose-fitting jeans.
“No! No, stop that, no! Bad Jackson!” It was at that point that Stiles put his
hands into play and started pointing in Jackson’s face. Jackson sipped his
pants up and swatted the hand away. To the blonde’s annoyance, whenever he
tried to push his smaller boyfriend’s hand away or tilt his head away, Stiles
kept pushing his index finger back to its position to Jackson’s face. “Bad
werewolf! You keep your crotch to yourself and you do not go humping people,”
Who said anything about Jackson humping him? “I don’t care if you’re dating
them and alone in the house with them and on your couch! No mounting Stiles!”
Mounting?
“Okay, shut up and watch your movie.” Jackson grinned.
“OH MY GOD, you are so bossy!”
“You like it though,” He turned and shifted closer to Stiles. “Just like you
like it when I do this..”  Jackson kissed his cheek wetly. He then began
trailing smaller kisses down his cheek to his jaw line and then up to nibble on
his ear lobe. The peppering kisses took another trip down Stiles’ jaw line to
under his chin, up chin and finally to the corner of his mouth. Jackson pulled
back and Stiles stared at his lips as they were slowly moistened by a wet lick.
Stiles’ heart raced as images of where those sexy and deliciously full lips had
been. His eyes fluttered. When their lips brushed Stiles abruptly pushed
Jackson back but kept him close,
“No! Nope, no, nuh-uh! That’s gonna lead to making out heavily, and then you’re
gonna do something hot and I’m gonna turn to goo!” Jackson moved in for another
kiss. Stiles pushed Jackson away once more though, their breath mixing. His
hands remained on his chest and his fists clenched around the shirt. Jackson
could hear his heartbeat increase and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at how
nervous it sounded. Stiles closed his eyes tightly to avoid his gaze as the
characters in the movie panicked about an absent Jack. “Then you’re gonna just
take control of me like a fricken puppet since I’m the weak human of the group
and were gonna have awkward sex that is awkward cuz of your knot” Wait what?
Jackson did a double take having been barely listening. Knot? “And it’ll
probably make me bleed and I’ve gone eighteen days without bleeding, in a row,”
he sounded oddly proud of that “because of you’re werewolf bullshit and I am
enjoying it!” His werewolf shit? Jackson was baffled. What the hell about the
rest of the pack?! If anything it was Derek’s werewolf shit, it was pack not
Jackson’s! Or atleastScott’s werewolf bullshit! “And there’s nothing you’re--”
“My knot?” Jackson decided that if he was going to cut in, which he desperately
needed to do unless they wanted to miss the rest of the movie.
“Uh.. Did I say knot?” Stiles asked, face going blank and pretty dopey looking.
“I meant.. I meant.. I-- um.. I, I don’t know what I mean, but I didn’t mean
knot, okay!?” Yeah, okay.
“Is that why you haven’t let me touch you? Cuz of the fucking knot?”
“Well.. Yeah, no. It may be… okay it is, yeah. But you can’t blame me for—”
“Oh, thank god.” What?
“What?” Stiles voiced.
“I though you changed your mind about this, Stilinski—”
“Don’t call me that.”
“—and you were planning on breaking up with me! I mean you don’t have to take
the knot, you do know that right? I’d really like it if you did though, really
like it.” Again; what?! Jackson’s last sentence was spoken over and probably
not even heard by Stiles.
“Oh god, you dohave one? As in like a—oh my god. I though, I mean... Oh my
god...”
“Watch your movie, Stiles.” Jackson pressed a quick kiss to Stiles’ cheek and
then leaned forward, pressing his warm torso against the right side of his
boyfriend. He whispered huskily, breath hot and lips warm against Stiles’ ear,
“You can play with it later.”
“WHAT?!”
Jackson stood and made his way to the kitchen, Stiles was going to need more
popcorn if Lock, Shock, and Barrel were ever going to kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws
without being interrupted.
 
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