Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2012 12:57:41 +0100
From: Aaron Welsh <aaron_welsh_93@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Men Of Teen Wolf 1

Authors Note:

The usual disclaimers apply - I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the below
mentioned characters.

Warning: lots of hot, sexy, delicious men banging each other.
Enjoy it -- lets be honest, who doesn't?

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	"Someone save me, I'm too tired." Stiles grumbled, a slight grin
playing on his dry lips as he followed Scott into the boys locker room. It
had been a particularly gruelling lacrosse practice, made all the worse for
Coach actually picking Stiles to play, something he was doing all the
freaking time lately, forcing him up and down the field with what he
thought were encouraging shouts, but in actuality just making Stiles feel
worse for not being able to keep up with Scott and Jackson.
	"Hurry up." Scott gave his best friend a slight shove as he
stripped off and padded towards the showers, looking back through the crowd
of sweaty, laughing boys to see Stiles throwing his limp body down onto a
bench and groaning; clearly he was going to be a little late getting
clean. Stiles knew he should move, he had promised to drive Scott over to
Allison's after the game, but he was just so tired that he needed some time
to recharge.
	"Hey Danny," He shouted, lifting his head a little as Danny started
rifling through his locker for some clean clothes. "Can you do me a solid
and take Scott home? I'm gonna be late." His arms were spread in an amused
shrug as he motioned to the other boys, most of whom were now clean, naked,
and shrugging themselves into fresh underwear and jeans.
	"You owe me." Danny grinned, a plan formulating in his mind. "How
about another visit with your cousin?"
	"Sure, sure, Miguel's here all week." Stiles replied with a grin,
finally feeling he had enough energy to shower as the last boy left the
tiled shower room. He could hear Danny explaining the change of plans to
Scott as he wiggled free of his shirt and shorts, keeping his boxers on to
try and cover his semi hard dick; a locker room full of naked guys was the
most inconvenient place for a horny Stiles to be right now.
	Humming tunelessly as he lathered himself with body wash, Stiles
thought about what it would be like to have sex with Danny. He didn't mean
to think of his friend like that, but it was pretty hard when he was the
only gay guy he knew. He could feel his arousal hardening under the hot
spray of the shower as images of muscular chests, strong thighs, and
stubbled cheeks flashed through his mind.
	The place was deserted, Stiles noted, as he peeped his head out
from around the partition wall that divided the changing and shower
areas. His lip was clamped between his top and bottom teeth as he thought
about what to do; it was pretty risking jerking off in the school showers,
but that kind of made it even hotter.
	Under the now lukewarm spray of water was as good as place as any,
plus it would wash away any markers of his illicit activity.
	"Oh, mm." His head was thrown back, a small smile playing on his
lips as the amazing feeling of his dick finally getting what it needed
washed over him, the other hand rubbing up and down his thigh
repeatedly. Not for the first time, Stiles reflected on how good it felt to
jerk off, he could only imagine what sex was like, probably wonderful,
amazing, mind blowing, all of the above.
	It wasn't like he meant to start thinking what he did next, he even
felt a little guilty about it, but soon Danny's somewhat bulky frame
morphed into that of his best friends. Stiles would never, ever tell Scott
what he sometimes thought about when he was alone at night, the whole thing
would pretty much destroy their friendship, but hey, he could still think
it! Besides, he had some pretty good material to work with. Being best
friends with a guy for almost all your life gave you ample opportunity to
admire him naked, he had only had a few fleeting glances, but the memory of
walking in on Scott jacking off one day last summer was firmly engrained in
his mind, often used when Stiles was fantasising about him.
	"Scott.." Stiles groaned, imagining his friends beautiful lips
wrapped around his dick, his perfect ass on display for Stiles to admire as
he bobbed up and down...
	"Stilinski?! What the hell!?" A mouthful of hot water went down
Stiles' throat as he heard the voice echoing through the showers,
unsuccessfully trying to cover his dick as he turned around, bent double to
protect his naked body from the frowning eyes of Jackson Whittemore.
	"I -- I -- uh.. I thought everyone was gone." Stiles
spluttered, his face burning. His embarrassed cheeks got even redder as he
took in the naked, glorious body of the co-captain, who was making no move
to cover his very impressive dick, sitting semi-hard between his muscled
thighs. He couldn't tear his eyes off the thing, sure he had snuck a few
glances in Jackson's direction, how could he not?! But he had never been so
turned on by the sight of him. The jocks arrogance had always been a turn
off for Stiles, but right now he couldn't imagine anything better than
being pushed around by Jackson, hopefully as that glorious manhood was
pushed inside him.
	"You stole my jerk off space." Jackson grinned, not making any move
to leave. He didn't know what to do now that he had found Stiles invading
his own oasis. He always came to the showers after practice, the sport got
his blood pumping, got him turned on, made him need a release.
	"Well, uh -- you'll have to come back another time." Stiles had
never been so embarrassed in his entire life, especially when he looked
down and realised his dick -- which was still hard as steel -- was
making no progress towards softening, and was sticking out between his
splayed fingers.
	"You know I heard you say Scott's name. How far has your bromance
gone?" The smirk on Jackson's face made Stiles' jaw drop. It almost hit the
floor as Jackson punched the silver button and stepped under the spray of
water next to Stiles.
	"What are you -?" Stiles' sentence turned to mush as Jackson gave
him a sideways grin and started rubbing his hands all over himself. Never
taking his eyes from Stiles as he started touching every and any muscle he
could get his hands on; there were plenty to choose from, the guy was
ripped.
	Jackson was hot and he knew it. Stiles had always hated that about
him, but now it was the hottest thing in the world as he started rubbing
his muscles, his jutting hipbones, stroking the meat between his thighs. It
was the god damn sexiest show he could have ever imagined, and Stiles was
painfully hard as he watched with a dumbstruck expression. Jackson used a
squirt of shower gel to oil up his body, taking a step backwards so the
water wouldn't wash away the foamy lather. Every muscle was caressed and
massaged, a smirk on his face the entire time, turning to give Stiles a
view of the two scoops of perfection that were his ass, spreading his
cheeks very slightly as he rubbed his hands across the taut flesh.
	Stiles had always thought of himself as a bottom, but his mind was
doing back-flips all the way into the land of a top as Jackson bent over to
show Stiles just how hot the guy in front of him was, rubbing the white
foam on his palm into the tiny little tight hole nestling in the ring of
muscle, moving down to his thighs and letting his fingers dig into the
muscle that criss crossed underneath the skin. His entire body tensed up as
Jackson leaned over, that same cocky expression peering out, upside down,
between his legs.
	"The things I could do to you..." Stiles muttered, finally letting
his dead weight of a hand move across to touch his dick, a sharp hiss
echoing through the room as his eyelids fluttered at the amazing
sensation. Jackson was enjoying an equally hot show as he put on one of his
own. The water cascading down Stiles' surprisingly muscled body was all the
props he needed, giving his body a shine of glistening temptation as it
fell down the lithe frame, pooling together as it fell down his abdomen and
onto the base of his cock before it separated again, showcasing the endless
spread legs. The jock was fully hard by now, watching with a twinkle in his
eye as Stiles groaned when the beautiful ass in front of him was turned
away, that groan turning to a quick intake of breath when he saw Jackson's
pride and joy, a hard, thick tube of lust jutting out of his muscular hips
to nestle in his sparse treasure trail.
	"Why don't you come over here?" Jackson said with a grin, giving
his dick a few strokes with one hand, the other playing with his rock hard
nipples.
	"You have to do me after." Stiles had meant to say Jackson had to
return the favour Stiles was about to do for him, the blush already on his
face darkening as he saw Jackson raise his eyebrows.
	"Oh, I'll do you. I knew you'd be a slut, Stilinski." Jackson bit
his lip as he smiled. If Stiles wasn't painfully hard and hornier than he
had ever been in his life he'd consider punching Jackson in the face, but
it was such a nice face. Stiles crossed the three steps between their
streams of water, joining Jackson under his. It was like an electric shock
coursed through his body when his fingers touched Jackson's hard, wet
skin. The teenager felt like he was made of marble, Stiles wouldn't have
been surprised to find a sculpture with just as hard a body as Jackson
had. Even touching him was threatening to make Stiles cum, he felt like he
was running his shaky fingers over perfection.
	Any bit of skin he could reach was caressed, small moans coming
from the shorter blondes lips as Stiles' hands ran across his abs, his ass,
his pecs, his thighs, his back. As hard as it was, Stiles kept away from
the ultimate prize, only letting his fingers graze over the top of
Jackson's dick fleetingly before it was gone, practically driving the other
guy to insanity. Long fingers entwined in Whittemore's hair, yanking his
head back and eliciting a moan of desire before Stiles pressed his lips
onto the tensed neck before him, sucking and biting and licking, water
rolling around his lips and onto his tongue as he left the red mark on
Jackson's neck. How he would explain that to Lydia he didn't know, and
right now he didn't care.
	"Suck me." Jackson panted, loving how he didn't have to worry about
feelings and being conscientious as he forced Stiles down with a palm on
top of his close cut hair, groaning when Stiles kissed the join between his
legs and his pelvis, his lips melding with the pubes that had started to
spread from Jackson's crotch. It was blissful agony when Stiles neglected
his cock and took one bulbous testicle into his mouth instead, letting one
hand play with the other ball as the other stroked the small of his back,
thumb and index finger pressing into the two small delves in the flesh.
	Stiles had discovered, with a pang of pride, that he was a natural
at pleasing guys, and who better for his first time than Jackson
Whittemore? He rolled the huge sphere in his mouth round and around,
hollowing out his cheeks and almost grinning (it was pretty hard with
someones balls in your mouth...) when he heard the moans from above
him. His hands left Jackson's back and crotch, fumbling around on his chest
for the two small buds that the jock in front of him seemed to love playing
with, tweaking and pinching at the hard, extended skin as he started on the
other ball.
	"Come on." Jackson urged Stiles along, using his hands -- now
free from his nipples thanks to Stiles' help -- to pull the boy off his
balls, taking his dick in one hand and pressing it to the wanting lips
beneath him. Despite a thought of being found dead on the floor from being
choked flashing through Stiles' mind for a second, he took the dick in
front of him into his mouth gladly, letting Jackson guide it into him, lips
stretching around its girth, creating as much saliva as he could with his
suddenly dry glands to lube the thing up.
	"Oh, god." Jackson threw his head back and let out a low, deep moan
as Stiles started running his tongue across his slit, moving down to the
rim of the engorged head and running his tongue all along the outside while
he was still inside his mouth. His whole body shuddered when he felt
persistent fingers on his hole, if he still had his wits about him he would
have clenched his muscled cheeks and tried to force the fingers away, but
it was as if his hole needed those fingers. Wet from the water above,
Stiles was exploring the ring of muscle beneath his fingers, trailing
circles around the barely there hole -- the guy was tighter than he could
have imagined. Strong hands connected with the back of his dark hair and
started forcing him down the length in front of him, and despite what
Stiles had read he felt no desire to push himself away when Jackson's cock
hit the back of his throat.
	"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Jackson kept muttering as he held Stiles
in place. Stiles let his tongue move as much as it could -- which was not
very much with his mouth so full -- and made vibrating noises with his
throat, stimulating Jackson's arousal till while simultaneously sinking one
finger inside of him, making the guy practically vibrate with pleasure.
	That finger was very nearly the end of Jackson. He had never had
anything up his ass in his life and now he cursed himself for not trying it
out sooner. A huge smirk spread across his face as he surveyed the scene
below him; Stiles' hollowed cheeks bobbing back and forth on his dick,
burying himself all the way to the hilt with Jackson's guidance, the finger
inside of him exploring, probing deeper into the sensitive flesh. When
Stiles hit his prostate, ran his tongue over the slit of Jackson's dick on
his way down, and fondled his balls with one hand, it became too much. Heat
pooled in his abdomen, every muscle in his body tensed, his eyes clenched
shut, a loud, deep groan came up from his throat, and the balls between
Stiles' fingers tightened as he came. Hot, sticky, gushing strands of white
forced their way into Stiles' mouth, running down his throat and from the
corners of his mouth as he continued to plunge his head back and forth,
licking and sucking and greedily trying to get as much of Jackson's dick as
he could.
	Jackson very nearly fell over on his violently shaking legs as he
came, loving how Stiles took the result of his lust without a word of
complaint; the guy actually looked happy to do it. Pulling him up from the
wet tiles, he finally let their lips connect under the hot spray of the
water, tasting himself on Stiles lips, on his tongue, running his hands all
over the other boys body.
	"My turn." Stiles, with a smirk almost in the league of Jackson
hovering on his lips, said as he took the shoulders in front of him between
his fingers and forced them down.
	Jackson sank to the ground with hunger in his eyes.