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Stiles Stilinski is a virgin. He had never been kissed, never done “the deed”, and didn't even have a semblance of being close to achieving either of the two.. He had long accepted this as a fact of life for him, though it was much harder for him to ignore, especially since the overly dramatic love-fest that is Lydia and Jackson (Super Genius and Former-Kanima now Werewolf), which ended his long lasting crush on Lydia.
There was just something about the way he crashed his jeep into Jackson and all his slithering glory, and the love Lydia displayed to turn him back human, that made him know once and for all, that she would never be with him. At least, not so long as that douche-bag lives, and even then probably not.
He just didn’t understand why it was that he was still a virgin. Okay.. so maybe he had the attention span of a ant, and yes he was hyper, but hey! He was a fairly attractive dude right? At least he liked to say that to himself in the front of his bathroom mirror.. from an objective perspective, not to, you know, boost his self-esteem or anything. Nope. Not at all...
He had plenty of self confidence! He somehow managed to win the Lacrosse match and become something of a town hero. Okay, maybe not so much a town hero, but people actually started saying ‘hey’ and doing that nod thing to him when he walked in the halls to get to class.
But strangely enough, even though he now had some semblance of status in the school, people still just weren’t attracted to him. Neither guy nor girl looked at him like they would get it on with him. Trust him. He even got Scott to subtly sniff the air for anyone who might show some amount of lust for him. Granted this used up a heck load of his bro-points as a favour to get him to do it.
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It has been a year since the alpha-pack came and left Beacon Hills, thankfully no-one died, and Boyd and Erica were back with Derek’s pack once more. The alpha pack, as it turns out, was on a mission for their organization. They were going around recruiting members for it. Which basically meant, that they moved from town to town to observe the local pack, and to give said pack, tests and trials, to assess if they were worthy of adding to the database or not. If they failed, well... let’s just say it was a good thing they somehow managed to pull through.
That whole entire alpha pack crisis made Derek’s pack (currently Stiles, Scott, Boyd, Erica, Isaac, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Danny and occasionally Peter...when he was in town, and the Sourwolf that he is, himself) a much more tight-knit group. They were subjected to pack meetings, and infrequent gatherings, in order to do ‘pack-bonding’, which to Stiles, was really just some excuse so they could just watch movies, eat food, or whatever it is that they would be doing that day.
Earlier that week, Stiles’ eighteenth birthday came and went without so much as an alarm, as he decided to celebrate during the week-end with his pack. He had officially become a LEGAL fine piece of ass. Though that obviously really didn't make much of a difference to him seeing as he was as sexually attractive as a... over caffeinated hamster. Which he found very unfair. It wasn't as though Stiles was even picky. Guy or girl, all systems were go, so why is it that no one made a move? Did they have some sort of freaky sense of knowing that he isn’t 18 as yet? ‘cause as cool as that sounded, it is really inconvenient for him. But lo and behold! Maybe he’d get ‘some’ this weekend when the pack and him goes to celebrate his birthday at ‘Jungle’, which is a gay club they went to before which was totally kick-ass...even if the circumstances weren’t. Also his drag queen friends he met there insisted he come celebrate with them, they would even break out their good dresses for him. Stiles secretly thought they only wanted him there so they could dress him up in drag, with a side of Hale pack eye candy.
Stiles didn’t really mind, he objectively knew everyone in his pack was good looking, so why not? It got him free drinks from the ‘girls’ and he liked seeing the guys blush and look somewhat uncomfortable when they got hit on and were flirted with by the ‘girls’. He didn’t even have to worry about Derek, since his all broody self had refused to come to the club with them.
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“Scotty! My man, my bro, my best buddy o’ mine” Stiles said enthusiastically through his phone.
“Stiles... what’s wrong? What did you do.” Replied Scott on the other end of the phone, suspiciously.
“What? I didn't do anything, can’t I just call and..”
“and..?” Scott interrupted him mid-sentence. “and what did you need Stiles? You don’t usually try to sweet talk me this early”
“why, I’m aghast at the thought!” said Stiles with mock horror.
“Cut the crap Stiles.” Scott said with finality.
“ugh, I hate when you get all serious on me Scotty. Fine, here’s the deal... I need you to come over here and help me convince my dad to let me go out tonight with everyone. I...uh, kinda forgot to inform him of our plans...” he said, while looking up at the ceiling.
“DUDE! How could you forget to tell him??! We’ve been planning your birthday for weeks!” Scott shouted over the line, making Stiles cringe back into his chair in front of his laptop.
“I know. Just, come over and help? I’ll be your bestest buddy?” Stiles said, whilst dragging out the ‘y’ in ‘buddy’ for a long as he could, through a grin.
“Okay fine, I’ll be there in five” Scott said as he slipped into his sneakers and put on a fresh T-shirt, then hung up.
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One hour and 13 minutes later of negotiations and the dramatic courtesies of Stiles, aided by Scott, he got permission to go to the club to stay out late, so long as he was back to make breakfast in the morning for the Sheriff. Which they both suspected was a form of torture for Stiles, since he was likely to be hung over during that time.
Their ‘talk’ had been especially awkward when Stiles told the Sheriff he was planning to go to ‘Jungle’, which then turned their ‘talk’ into a ‘sex talk’ and a ‘coming out talk’. Which was sufficiently awkward for everyone around his dining room table. Scott had to instantly assume the moral support position. Only to have his dad say he really didn’t care so long as he used a condom and kept his grades up. But that sex talk was something that had scarred both Stiles and Scott alike. The ‘coming out talk’ didn’t have to happen, but Stiles really couldn’t control his brain to mouth filter, but the relief he got from it was astonishing.
After all the emotional talks, the Sheriff had to go to the station for a late night shift, so he said goodbye and left Scott and Stiles to get ready. Stiles and his dad would celebrate his birthday when the Sheriff had no shift the next day, and by celebrate, it just meant going to a restaurant and gulping down Italian food and getting a present. Stiles really hoped it was repair money for his jeep, because even he was beginning to see what a death trap she was starting to become.
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“Okay, so that was awkward... bro-closet?” Stiles said
“Definitely bro-closet” Scott nodded as he took a seat on the sofa.
‘bro-closet’ was the term Scott and Stiles used whenever they wanted to sweep any memory of an event out of their mind and never under any circumstances speak of it again, unless they both agreed to do it.
“We got some time to spare before we gotta get ready” Stiles said as he looked as his phone. “Halo?” Stiles offered.
“Heck yea!” Scott said as he jumped up and grabbed a controller off the table, “you're going down tonight dude”
“But we haven’t even had a date together yet, we’re going too fast” Stiles replied in a falsetto voice. Scott just stared at Stiles before finally realising what he said, and thusly threw a cushion at him and started laughing.
Stiles picked up his own controller after tossing the cushion back and turned on his Xbox and threw himself into the space next to Scott.
“Ready?” “Ready.” And so their short competition began.
Stiles won, with a close call, before Scott had to get back to his place to get ready to go clubbing with everyone.
“Dude, remember what Lydia and Erica said, no plaid, and wear tighter clothes, if not, when we all come here to meet up, they'll dress you themselves with your dignity out the window!” Scott said before going through the door and ran back home.
It was 10:30pm, by the time everyone got to Stiles’ house. Erica and Boyd arrived first, dressed up decent enough to get some attention, but subtle enough if they had to slip away for...reasons, (wink wink). Lydia and Jackson arrived next with Danny in tow. All dressed up like they belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine or should be walking down a runway. Scott and Allison arrived last, dressed in matching shirts and Jeans.
“Where’s Isaac?” Stiles asked Erica and Boyd, as he walked down the stairs while he counted heads.
“He’s outside, still trying to convince Derek to come with us” replied Erica.
“He’s been trying for a few days now” Boyd added.
“Stiles. Tell me you are NOT wearing that to go out in” started Lydia, obviously having problems with what he wore.
“But this is practically my uniform” Stiles whined
“Stiles. A red hoody and jeans is not going to get you anywhere.” Lydia snapped back, and dragged him upstairs to his room to raid his closet.
“Danny! Come up and help!” shouted Lydia from upstairs, while Stiles could be heard squealing his protest as she wrestled him out of his hoody. Danny visibly shook his head and marched upstairs to help. Everyone else just ignored the situation and made themselves comfortable playing with Stiles Xbox.
A few minutes later Isaac came inside with a huge grin, his honey blonde curls bouncing slightly with every step he took.
“Dude what’s got you so happy?” Scott asked half minded, as he was getting slaughtered by Allison in the game
“I got Derek to agree to come!” Isaac cheerfully informed.
The entire house went still.
Everyone turned their head slowly towards Isaac, who stood in the doorway, with their mouths slightly open, and in slight shock and awe that he managed to get Derek to agree.
“But how did yo” “Shhhh” Erica interrupted Scott. “Stiles is coming back downstairs, nobody tell him.” She whispered and made eye contact with everyone. They all nodded in agreement and continued their games
“Guys how does he look now?” Lydia said as she came down the stairs.
Stiles was now dressed in skin tight jeans and a plain red V-neck shirt and a black vest, and his hair ,no longer a buzz cut since last year, was gelled into submission and styled. All in all he looked good.
“We had to make do with what we could find in his closet, we’re actually surprised we could find any of that stuff” Danny said as he walked behind Stiles.
“You guys went through my old clothes that don’t even FIT anymore” grumped Stiles.
“They look like they fit though” Allison added
“They fit in all the right places” Erica cooed with a predator’s smirk, Boyd nudged Erica in the leg.
Jackson rolled his eyes and got up off the recliner. “Let’s go, by now the club should be almost at its peak!” he said impatiently.
Everyone made exasperated sounds at Jackson’s impatience, but agreed.
“Onwards !” Stiles shouted in the yard as everyone climbed into their vehicles, with renewed energy for his birthday celebration.
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Once they got to the club, everyone mingled with the ‘girls’ before proceeding to the dance floor or getting a drink. The girls’ cooed at the way Stiles dressed, and decided to get him drink, after drink, after drink. After his 3rd cup of whatever this fruity and colourful drink in his hand was, he decided to get out on the dance floor and dance in the hot crowd.
The music blared into his ears, and he could feel the bass in his chest, making it easy to keep in rhythm with the music that pumped out of the speakers in the corners of the club. And he bumped and grinded with whomever was behind him or in the front of him just for the heck of it. After a while, Stiles went back to the girls’ booth to get a drink, unaware of the pair of eyes that watched him from across the room.
“Are you enjoying yourself hun?” said one of the girls, Ruby, if Stiles recalled correctly.
“Heck yea! But I've really gotta pee”
“Bathroom’s that-a-way” replied Ruby, as she pointed towards a general direction.
“Thanks!” Stiles said, as he drained his 4th cup, and slightly swayed his way towards the bathroom.
Once he found the bathroom, he quickly made his way into a stall and undid his jeans and relieved his bladder. Fixing his pants he made his way to the sink, which he was promptly crowded against by a guy he didn’t recognise. The guy was the same height as Stiles, but had medium length hair. He was built somewhat more muscular than Stiles, and had prominent cheekbones, and evidently man-scaped his facial hair.
“I’ve been watching you all night” the unknown man said into Stiles ear “I see the way you grind up on everyone” he said as he grinded his semi-hard groin against Stiles’ ass “they’re fools for not going after you” he said smirking, then licked and nibbled at the spot between stiles ear and neck, which made stiles moan and involuntarily push his ass back on the guy’s crotch.
Stiles couldn’t believe someone actually made a move on him, and is practically forcing his way into his pants. No one tries moving in on him! And now the man’s hands were up his shirt feeling his torso. Stiles didn’t know what to do, so he tried to turn around to get a better look at the guy. But as soon as he did, he was being kissed into oblivion. All manner of thought flew out his head and he moved on instinct. He kissed back and took control of it. Stiles kissed the random stranger passionately, tongues having a wrestling match in their mouths, and occasionally he dragged the man’s bottom lips with his teeth before licking back into his mouth. Before Stiles knew it, the man was groaning underneath him with a large wet patch coming from his jeans, panting and flushed from the make out session they just had.
“Did you just cum in your pants?” Stiles asked the man
“You’re a very good kisser” he replied
Just then the door banged open and in walked Derek. Dark and broody with his usual scowl on his face.
“Stiles! No one knew where you went and...” Derek said urgently and paused as he could smell the man’s semen in the air, and saw the man on the floor flushed and passed out on the floor. “uh...” he said with a sheepish look on his face, “I can come back later?” he offered with one eyebrow raised up, as he assessed the man on the floor.
“Derek!” Stiles shouted in joy, and promptly jumped him “I thought you weren’t coming?” he said obviously happy but drunk.
“Yea.. I came for a bit, but... I should get you home. You smell wrong.” Derek said. Then heaved Stiles on his back as he made his way to the others.
“Whoa. What happened to him?” said Scott
“Weren’t you suppose to watch him?!” Lydia angrily whispered at Scott
“I thought the girls were gonna do that!” Scott pleaded
“The girls are who you were supposed to watch out for, for him” Erica said as she rolled her eyes at Scott.
“Oh” Scott replied before sheepishly making himself one with the booth.
Derek just glared at him. “I’m taking him back to his place, he obviously had too much excitement for one night” huffed Derek before, digging into Stiles’ tight jeans for his keys and threw them at Scott. “Drive it back to his place” he ordered Scott, and then made his way out the door.
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The next morning Stiles got out of bed, his head was pounding and the light was blinding his eyes. On his bedside drawer he saw a cup of water, some aspirin and a note.
“Take these when you get up. ~D”
Stiles vaguely remembered parts of the other night, before he passed out on Derek’s back. He remembers some guy and kissing and then Derek rushing in. Then nothing- and when he checked his phone all he got in his messages was Scott telling him Derek took him home and that his Jeep’s key was on his kitchen table, and to remember to cook breakfast for his dad since it was a part of the deal.
Stiles inwardly groaned at the thought at having to get out of his bed, but a deal was a deal. He went slowly to the bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth.
By the time he had reached the kitchen, he was already feeling much better, thanks to the aspirin and the hot shower. He started on breakfast for his dad, so he could quickly go back to bed afterwards. As he was cooking the turkey bacon he heard his dad walking down the stairs stifling a yawn
‘Huh. What do you know, he really is cooking breakfast for me like he promised. I wonder what time he got back in’
“I got home before 2, Dad, and yes I’m cooking your breakfast, jeez you make me sound like I never keep my promises” Stiles said
His dad froze in the doorway.
“Stiles, what are you talking about? I didn’t even say good morning yet. Good morning by the way” His dad said.
“Good morning” stiles replied suspiciously
“Maybe he’s on drugs or something”
“I am not taking drugs.” Stiles said rather petulantly.
“uh...” “Maybe I’ve been taking too many shifts at work” “That’s a good thing to know?” the sheriff said, clearly confused as to how his son was answering his thoughts.
“Yea...so I’m going back to bed now, see you later dad” Stiles said as he handed him his plate of egg whites, turkey bacon and toast with low fat butter.
“Ugh, healthy crap again. Maybe I’ll sneak by the diner and get some real food” he thought.
“I heard that!” Stiles shouted as he walked up the stairs
“I didn’t say anything!” sheriff shouted back
Stiles reached back into his room, and face planted onto his bed, and instantly fell back asleep without noticing that something strange had just occured.