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Jackson stretched as he came up to his room in his work out shorts. He was glad his parents had that indoor gym under the house so he could work out at his full strength and not have to worry about people seeing his wolven strength or speed. Explaining things to his parents had taken time. But with Scott’s mom and Derek as well as the rest of the pack to explain what happened and why he was a werewolf now. But it all worked out. And now he was able to train at home when he couldn’t make it to pack meetings.
He was stretching out on the bed thinking about a shower when he got an alert on his phone. Someone had tagged him on tumblr. Frowning he pulled his tablet out of his bedside table and turned it on, a few clicks and he was frowning as he looked at a video of his front room door. Clicking play he could hear breathing as the camera walked up to his front door and knocked. When no one answered, they pulled out a key from a set of keys and opened the front door. Who had gotten into his house, let alone who else had a key. He frowned as he watched them walk through the house till they got to the door to his gym and opened it enough to spot him working out. Holy fuck, someone had been in the house while he was here and he’d been so distracted that he hadn’t noticed. Fuck Derek was going to chew him out when he told him about this. Sighing he decided to watch the video and see what else the person had done while in his house. Silently he wondered if he should call Danny to trace where the video was uploaded from.
There was always that for later if the video showed something bad. But who ever it was moved through his house, up the stairs and straight to his bedroom where they set the camera up with a clear line of his bed. He sniffed the air but he was too new to scents to pull them apart. He looked over at where things had slightly been moved on his shelf to make room for the camera and frowned. What was going on here? He went back to the video and Stiles moved forward into frame.
“So, Jackson. As you’re probably seeing I’m in your bedroom with out permission. Not the first time. If you go back through my videos you’ll see quite a few videos taken here. Some while you were here, some while you’re not. But that’s not the point. The point is you’re downstairs working out right now and I’m up here about to be very naughty in your bed.” Stiles smirked as he took off his clothes, standing there in just a jock strap. A name brand one that had gone missing from Jackson’s collection. “Borrowed these on one of my trips. Granted, the fact you haven’t noticed that I’ve been in here and jerked off on a lot of your cloths so you’ve come to school with my cum on your cloths and the other wolves have secretly thought we were dating for months now... amused me.” He smacked his ass, and Jackson blushed.
“Granted they always assumed you were the bottom, but when I explained about what I was doing here and about how I think you’d be the top in the relationship... well they wanted to hear what else I knew.” Stiles moved the camera to point to where Derek was sitting and so was Scott, Isaac was at his side, sitting on the floor utterly naked, his swollen cock on full display. “So I’m going to put on a little show and talk about what I think you’d do to me sexually. Since I have to use this.” He held up the dildo that Derek had made him make. He’d blushed sitting there naked while watching porn to keep himself hard while Derek watched him make the mold. “I have to take this and the rest of the group’s cocks... because until then Derek refuses to fuck me.”
“You need to prove you’re a good slut before I take you.” Derek added.
“And I’m such a good slutty whore, aren’t I Scott?” Stiles looked over from where he’d put the camera again off screen to Scott.
“The best, that tight hole and fuck that throat...” He moaned. “Though I’m getting more use out of Isaac’s sweet ass these days.” Scott grinned.
“And Isaac’s good too. His sweet mouth wrapped around my cock made me empty my load so fast.... kid’s a natural.” Stiles grinned as he smacked his ass again, his jock strap filled out quite nicely as he sat there on the bed. “Now this isn’t just for show Jackson. I want you to know if you watch this all the way through the end, you earn the right to fuck me, where ever you want. Hell call me up when you’re done and I’ll come over and service you. Because trust me. I’ve seen what you’re packing.” He held the toy up again. “I think we can have some fun.” Stiles smiled as he arched his back and thrust his bared ass out to the camera. “I wanna be fucked so bad Jackson, wont you help me? I mean, my sweet hole needs your hard cock up inside me...” Stiles lubed his hands up and began to finger himself as he pointed his ass at the camera so Jackson got a full view of those wet fingers flying in and out of his ass. Fuck. He groped himself through the thing material of his work out shorts.
Part of the reason he’d taken to working out at home had been his new strength and trying to learn to control it. The other part was, his wolven hormones had him horny all the time, and if he worked out in the public gyms he practically had to wear extra layers to keep his dick in one place and make it unnoticeable. It was a huge boost to his ego to know all he had to do was work out in his shorts and a jock strap to get dozens of guys leaving him numbers and offers to see more of his body. But he’d never taken any of it seriously. Now he was wondering.
“God...” Stiles’ moaning pulled him out of the thoughts that he’d been so involved with to notice that Stiles was pushing the lubed dildo into himself. “Fuck Jackson, you’re so big... god...” He moaned as he took more and more of it into himself.
“Get your mouth over here Isaac.” Derek’s voice cut through and there was a filthy wet pop as Isaac pulled off of presumably Scott’s cock to go over and blow Derek. Fuck. They’d been having sex in his room not even an hour ago. Fuck... Jackson groped his swollen pole. He’d started freeballing when he worked out at home. And fuck the feel of the fabric rubbing across his engorged head was making the tease worth it. The subtle play of silky fabric across the sensitive tip of his cock was driving Jackson as wild as the video as Stiles took more and more of his dildo into himself. Fuck that made Jackson’s wolf beg for more as he watched Stiles riding him. He could almost feel the tightness of Stiles on him as he watched the video, his mind supplying the feed back from a memory he didn’t have. He watched Stiles work himself right up to the edge before he finally took that jock off and sat naked and spread on Jackson’s bed.
“Fuck... I’ve been here so many times... often while you’re downstairs working out. You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted you to come up here, find me naked in your bed, maybe covered in my own cum, and bend me over this bed and fuck me senseless. Or, fuck the time I was hiding in the closet, bare ass naked with a raging hard on while you came in and got dressed for a group meeting...” Stiles’ eyes were blown with lust. “All you had to do was open that closet and you’d have seen me...” Stiles arched up and came all over himself. “But now you’ll know and you’ll be looking more.” Jackson’s cock throbbed in his hand as he thought about that, almost missing Scott walk into frame and stroke his cock till he blasted all over Stiles, and then Isaac did the same before Derek did it as well. Then they filmed Stiles leaving, bare ass naked and covered in cum.
“Better luck next time catching me Jacks. Who knows, maybe you’ll get me some where public, maybe some where like school....” Stiles stroked his cock, using their combine cum as lube before the video ended. Jackson was so close. He went and surfed Stiles’ page, searching for any videos that looked like his place, and marveling at just how often Stiles was bare ass naked in this room moaning like a whore. Fuck was he close. The phone rang.
“This better be good.” Jackson answered, angry at being interrupted and tempted to just finish on the phone while he talked to who ever it was.
“He looked hot spread out like that on your bed.” Jackson blushed as he heard Scott’s voice on the bed.
“Yeah.” Jackson finally admitted.
“Bet it gave you a rush watching him use your toy.”
“Yes.” Jackson felt himself swell in his shorts.
“You cum yet Jackson.”
“No.” Jackson groaned.
“Good. Come downstairs.” Jackson frowned but got up.
“What’s this about McCall.” He asked into the phone as he opened the door to a completely naked Isaac on all fours with Scott standing beside him.
“Oh it’s about bonding as a pack.” Scott grinned as he lead Isaac into the house. “It’s about fucking my submissive boyfriend here, and planning out how and when you’re going to fuck Stiles’ brains out. I mean I’d prefer you do it as publicly as possible.” Scott’s voice was husky. “I mean, I fucked him in the locker room. And he blew Isaac in the hall. I think you’d be better off fucking him on the stands after practice... or before. Timing it to where he needs to scurry under the stands to get dressed before everyone hits the field....”
“FUCK...” Jackson whimpered, taking himself fully in hand and stroking madly as he stood there pictured the things that Scott was painting with his words. He was almost there, just needed a little more, which he got when Isaac took over and brought his lips down on Jackson’s throbbing cock. He gripped the door, his eyes turning electric blue as he unloaded into Isaac’s throat as Scott reached out and pulled him into a kiss. Fucking his tongue into Jackson’s mouth, gripping the back of his neck as he kept the kiss going till Jackson was finished in Isaac’s throat. “Shit.” Jackson panted.
“Great throat huh?” Scott smiled, petting Isaac’s head. “How about we come in and I get to try your throat.” Scott’s eyes were amber as he looked into Jackson’s eyes.
“Only if I get to fuck you.” Jackson stood there, his shorts down to his knees as he postured for dominance.
“Sure. But I get to fuck you too.” Scott shrugged, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground. “And both of us are going to screw Isaac till he has to take time to heal to even remotely walk right.” He smirked down at Isaac who’s cock throbbed with need.
“Agreed.” Jackson looked down at Isaac, his eyes still blue from the surge of desire running through him.
“Too much talking, let’s get to breaking your bed.”
***
Stiles was checking his tumblr, thankful to have his phone back from Derek. Even if there were now dozens of very naked photos of Derek on the phone for Stiles to jerk off to and tease him into wanting to get through the list of people faster. Granted his sexual frustrations were taken care of by the rest of the pack. Slowly growing. Scott was an exacting task master, and Isaac was an all too willing mouth or ass when Stiles got to a tipping point of needing to get off. He was headed to the bleachers for lunch because he wanted to be by himself for a bit and check his tumblr and till everyone in the pack knew about it, he didn’t feel like doing it in front of them. He was almost there when he heard a voice that made the hair on his neck stand up.
“So, you like riding my dildo, ready to test out the real thing. Because I’m betting your ass is as great as it looks. Especially in those jeans.” Jackson was leaning against the bleachers and Stiles’ mouth was dry as he took him in.
“Okay.”
“Clothes off right there. You can check your page after I’m done screwing you.”
“But lunch...”
“Oh you can eat while we go. If you’re lucky I’ll be done before the next class comes out here.” Jackson smirked. “Or maybe I wont.”
“Okay.” Stiles started undressing, leaving a pile of clothing and his bag right there as he headed to Jackson utterly naked, holding his brown paper bag of a lunch in one hand and his bottle of lube he always brings to school now in the other.
“Oh the wicked things I’m going to do to you.” Jackson’s eyes went blue as he drank in Stiles’ body. “And you’re going to let me.”