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works/846796.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Danny_Mahealani/Original_Male_Character(s), Danny_Mahealani/Stiles
      Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Unrequited
  Collections:
      Mating_Games:_The_Teen_Wolf_Pornation_Weekly_Challenges_Revealed
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-17 Words: 745
****** It's Paved With Good Intentions ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Stiles is worried about Danny, so he secretly checks in on him. And
     maybe he sticks around a little longer than he should.
Notes
     For the Teen Wolf Mating Games - Challenge 3: Kink Grab Bag
It’s important to point out, Stiles feels, that none of this happened on
purpose.
Okay, yes, he’d been crouched in the bushes out behind the Mahealani house in
the dark, and yes he was looking through Danny’s window. But the charges being
thrown around were ridiculous. Indecent exposure? Public lewdness? Okay maybe
the public lewdness charge was fair, but his pants had stayed on the whole
time. Nothing was exposed!!
The thing is, see, that Stiles had been a little worried about Danny. He’d been
acting really off since Jackson had left town, and while it was totally
possible that he was just sad and missing his best friend, it was also possible
that he was in way over his head with something much worse. Scott had
repeatedly informed Stiles that Danny smelled as awesome as always, but months
of supernatural peril had made Stiles the tiniest bit paranoid.
So Stiles had been maybe a little bit spying on Danny.
He thought he’d see something that would clue him in, something to explain why
someone who had always been so bright and shining was now all dim and
flickering away.
He didn’t. Nothing, no clues. Just a glum looking Danny, slipping his shirt and
jeans off and putting them directly into the hamper. Just Danny, stretching and
arching and moving his muscles in a way that made Stiles lose his balance and
fall against the side of the house with a dull thud. He’d crouched down low,
using the bush as cover when Danny came to the window and peered out.
He could have left then, maybe should have. But he’d still been legitimately
worried about Danny, so he mustered all of his stealth and peeked through the
window again.
That's when things got really interesting.
Danny was leaning back in his desk chair and rubbing a hand slowly across his
abs while he waited for his laptop to wake up. Stiles rubbed his hand against
his own stomach, trying to imagine what it would feel like to be as built as
that. When Danny leaned forward and navigated his way to Omegle, Stiles’ breath
caught in his throat a bit.
It’s possible that Stiles had forgotten a little bit about why he was really
there after that. Possibly. Because Danny’s body was unmarked and he wasn’t
exhibiting any sketchy behavior, but he was flashing his gorgeous dimples at
his webcam. And maybe possibly Stiles knew what he was watching before it
happened. In his defense, Danny was pretty mesmerizing like this. The sadness
and tension seemed to vanish as he laughed at the guy on the screen. And when
his hand slipped into his briefs, his eyes slipped shut and he looked almost
happy.
Stiles pressed a hand against the bulge in his jeans when Danny brought his
cock out, stroking it slowly for his online audience. His dark eyebrows pulled
together in concentration as his legs spread slightly wider. Stiles had vaguely
been able to see the guy on the computer putting on a show of his own, but it
was nothing compared to watching the way Danny moved under his own hand.
Stiles threw an arm against the windowsill, stuffed his mouth full of his
jacket sleeve as he did his best to stroke his cock through his jeans. God how
he’d wished the window had been open just slightly, so he could hear the sounds
coming from Danny’s slack mouth, hear the filthy words dropping from his lips
as he came.
Maybe he was imagining those sounds too hard, and that’s how he managed to miss
the sound of the door opening. Maybe his own muffled moans covered the crunch
of grass as Danny’s mother approached. Maybe if he’d had awesome werewolf
hearing he wouldn’t have been caught with his hand down his pants outside his
classmate’s bedroom window. And maybe if he’d had super werewolf speed, he’d
have made a break for it and wouldn’t currently be sitting on the Mahealani’s
back stairs dying of mortification as a sour-faced Mrs. Mahealani informs his
father that she won’t actually be pressing any charges.
Stiles closes his eyes as their voices wash over him, glad at the very least
that Danny is safe. He worries about facing him at school in the morning -
partly because now Danny will probably know what a creeper Stiles is, but even
more because he’ll never be able to forget how incredible he looked when he
came.
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