Mind over Matter

The Jungle

"I can't believe we are doing this" Stiles mumbled as he pulled into the lot of The Jungle. He glared at Scott, just 30minutes ago he got a call from Scott asking him to pick him and Isaac up from Scott house. Stiles had planned on staying home, playing videogames, and maybe have some Stiles time while his dad worked the night shift. He had not planned on getting a call from his best friend asking Stiles to hang with them at The Jungle, isn't that some gay club? Why does he want to go there?

They all piled out of the jeep. Isaac keeping close to Scott, Stiles felt a small pang of jealousy run through him. Scott just smiled at them both.

"So can someone explain to me why we're here" Stiles asked as the other two started walking towards the long line along the sidewalk coming out of the club. "And how do you plan on getting in?"

"Leave it to Isaac and give it a rest, seriously man just calm down, we're just here to have fun." Scott grinned wrapping an arm over Stiles shoulder. They followed Isaac up to the front of the line, Isaac said something that Stiles couldn't hear but whatever it's as it gained them access.

When the doors were pushed open, the smell of sweat, body spray and alcohol attacked his nose and had him scrunching it up in disgust. Isaac and Scott had done the same but Isaac seemed to have a smaller reaction, just a quick wrinkle.

"How about we get some drinks first then maybe hit the dance floor" Isaac practiacally yelled over the pounding bass of the music. Scott shouted his agreement, Stiles just nodded and followed close behind.

Isaac greeted the bartender as if he was a close friend which had Stiles questioning Isaac more and more in his mind. While Stiles mind wondered off a drink appeared in front of his face brining him back to reality.

"What is this?" he asked taking a small sip.

"Blue Balls on the rocks" Isaac replied laughing as Stiles took another drink but not swallowing just keeping it in his mouth. He swished it around before swallowing. He smacked his lips together and licked them for any stray drops. "Good isn't it"

"It's different for sure" Stiles muttered out staring down into the blue liquid with a pineapple barely floating in it. Scott had the same looking drink in his hand, a goofy grin on his face as he looked back and forth between Stiles and Isaac.

After a couple more drinks Stiles feels like dancing. He feels energy surge through him and he's not stupid drink but just the right amount to get up and dive into the insane crowd of people.

The club is packed. Stiles feels so cliche even thinking that but it honestly is. He can barely move in the crowd; his dance moves leaving a lot to be desired. Oh, everyone is staring, guys and girls, but only because he is bouncing around like a complete moron. On speed. A complete moron on speed.

His arms flailing, his feet shuffling, his ass shaking, and sweat pouring off his body. His t-shirt is sticking to him in places he didnt even know he had, and he is cursing his decision to wear skinny jeans.

So yeah, the club is packed. And Stiles keeps smacking people with his rubber limbs as he lets every ounce of energy and wound up anxiety he had pinned up inside himself. He looks to his left to find Isaac and Scott grinding together to the Pitbull song booming through the club in the most adorable awkward way. It made Stiles smile and his heart ache a little but also made him feel weirdly jealous of his best friend.

As the catchy up beat song continues, he throws his head back, the sweat running down into his hair. He catches on fire instantly the second he feels strong hands on his hips. He blinks, turning his head slightly. His cheek rubs perfectly trimmed stubble. He lowers his arm, reaching out to feel a denimed leg.

He spins his head around "Jackson?"

"Shut up and keep dance Stilinski" he is spun back around, a pair of hips pressing into Stiles own. A blush turning Stiles already flushed skin a darker red.

Stiles swallows hard and does what he's told. He keeps up with his out of control dance moves, but his hips are finding it hard to get back to the same rhythm as before as Jackson presses his hips closer into Stiles. He tries to mirror Jackson's movements not doing as well as he wishes but the occasional press of hips against his ass keeps him going.

"Yeah, Stilinski" Jackson voice sounded rung, Stiles bit his own lip and threw his arms around Jackson's neck and pressed his ass into the blondes hips, he gasped softly at the obvious bulge that was present in Jackson's jeans.

Jackson reacted by tightening his grip on the other boys hips and dragging him closer. He dropped his head into Stiles neck and breathed him in. Stiles whimper was engulfed by the pounding beat of music. Jackson licked a wet strip up the boys neck latching his teeth onto Stiles earlobe, Stiles weaved his fingers into Jackson's hair clenching his fingers into a loose fist.

The bass of the music is making his ears ring and how close Jackson is makes Stiles heart hammer away in his chest. When Jackson's hand reaches up, fanning his fingers across his pecks, he can fee Jackson breathing him in again and it sends chills up his spine.

Stile darts his eyes around, trying to see if any of his friends are actually seeing this; Jackson freaking Whittmore grinding against him like its a high school dance; but none of them are paying attention. It is rather dark in this club, strobe lights causing small flickers of light against their clothing.

Jackson is hard. On every part of his body. So Stiles pulls out all the stops. He turns himself around and slots himself between Jackson's s grinding his own hard on up against Jacksons, pulling a delicious moan that would have sounded even hotter if the music wasn't pounding in their ears. Before Stiles could make his next move Jackson was grabbing hold of his bicep and dragging him off into one of dark corner booths of the club.

He doesn't even get a single word in before Jackson is pulling Stiles into his lap and pressing his lips to Stiles in hungered movements he pried the brunettes lips apart attacking his mouth with his tongue. Stiles ground down onto Jackson's hips with the blondes hands as a guide.

It felt like it ended before it could really get started. Jackson had palmed Stiles through his jeans, Stiles getting off quickly, he offered in a mess of limbs to get Jackson off but the blonde fled before Stiles could even comprehend what was going on. Stiles got up and tried to chase Jackson down on weak and wobbling legs but he got cut off by Scott.

"Hey man, we should head home. Isaac got sick" Stiles barely heard his friend, to busy looking over his shoulder at Jackson's retreating form. He watched the boy leave before swallowing a sigh and nodding at Scott, putting on a smile to his friend.

"Of course he did" Stiles chuckled. Scott smiled and guided Stiles out of the crowd and to Isaac who was sitting with his head in his arms at a booth. "Ugh, what happened to you" Stiles wrinkled his nose.

"I could ask you the same question" Isaac weakly countered. Refering to Stiles disoriented clothing and disheveled hair. Stiles ignored him and helped Scott get Isaac to the car. Unsure of what to do about the nights events. Jackson had come on to him, not the other way around which had Stiles all kinds of confused. Scott drove them home being he was the only one close to being sober enough to even drive. Stiles sat in the passenger seat staring out the passenger side window. What am I supposed to do now?

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