But he's a nerd. Sterek

Chapter 4

Stiles~

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa, dad, it's ok. Ok? I want him here. Just go down stairs. Please. We're ok again." I ran over my dad in fear of him killing Jackson.

"I swear to god, if you hurt my son ever again I will personally hunt your ass done and shoot you." My dad threatens Jackson and goes down stairs.

I turn around to see a wide-eyed Jackson. I walk over to him and nervously laugh. "Are you ok?" I ask putting a hand on his shoulder. He lightly shakes his head yes still in fear. We both laugh. We missed these moments. "Do you wanna spend the night?" I asked when we finally stopped laughing.

"Only if your dad doesn't kill me."

"He won't. I wouldn't let him." I reassured him. Jackson and I ended up staying awake till 3 am talking. We were talking about our family issues.

"Have you ever done something with a guy?" He asks me.

"No."

"Then how do you know you're gay?"

"When I got hard watching Danny eating a banana." We just erupt in more laughter. "Are you afraid of what your friends are gonna say about us being friends again?"

"A little. But I don't wanna call them my friends. My only true friend out of all of them is Danny. Are you afraid what Scott's gonna say about us being friends again?"
He asks me and I tense up.

"A little. But I know that he would respect my decision no matter how much he hates you."

I was about to say something else right when Jackson's phone dinged. "Hey, can you get that?" He asks. I nod my head and reach for it. I get scared shitless when I see what it says.

From Danny Boi:

JACKSON! THE GUYS ARE PLANING TO HAVE SOME HOT GUY GO OVER AND RECORD HIM HAVING SEX WITH STILES OR SOMETHING. I SWEAR TO GOD. THEY WERE JOKING AROUND ABOUT IT UNTIL SOME IDIOT SAID THAT HE SAW YOUR CAR THERE AND THEY WANNA SAY U SENT HIM. HE'S ALREADY ON HIS WAY SO U HAVE TO HIDE OR SOME SHIT AND MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T HURT STILES! HURRY!

I drop the phone as my hands start to shake and my vision gets blurry. 

"Stiles? Is this a panic attack?!"

"Of....c-course.....i-i-it's a p-panic attack d-d-umbass." He obviously doesn't know what to do considering talking about Barney to stop a panic attack doesn't necessarily work for a 17 year old.

He grabs my face and stokes my cheeks. He keeps telling me to breath put it's not working. The next thing I know is Jackson smashes his lips on mine. I'm in shock and first. But soon enough I kiss back. The kiss lasts a good 20 seconds before he pulls away.

"How did you do that?"

"I uh, read somewhere that holding your breath could stop a panic attack. So when I kissed you, you held your breath. And hey, at least now I know I'm straight." He finishes and I laugh. Our laughs stop right when we here the doorbell ring.

"Ok. Uh, when we walk down stairs we're gonna pretend like were arguing. Ok? Then I'm gonna open the door screaming get the fuck out I never wanna see you again or something. Then you agree and walk right pass the guy saying, 'have fun.' Then you go in your car, and drive down the road. Park it there, and come back ok?" He nods as we prepare for this. "And it's ok to talk about my moms death. I know you won't mean it, but they think you will."

We sigh as we start screaming at each other.

"OH SUCK UP STILINSKI! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HOW I TREATED YOU THE PASS COUPLE YEARS. YOU DESERVED IT. JUST LIKE YOUR MOM DESERVED TO DIE!"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU SPOILED LITTLE RICH KID. I HOPE YOU GET INTO A CAR ACCIDENT ON THE WAY THERE!" And with that he walks out, not forgetting to tell the guy to 'have fun.'

"Hey. Stiles right?" He asks and I nod. "Can I come in?" I move my body away from the doorway and gesture for him to come in.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"My names Ethan. I heard that you you were brave enough to come out as gay after what Jackson said. I'm a closet case."

"Oh. I'm so sorry." I ask trying to hide my anger with sympathy. "I just realized that it didn't matter what Jackson said. If my friends approved of my sexuality, that's all that matters."

He starts crying. I don't know why, even though I know its not real. I just put my hand on his shoulder and try my best not to punch him in the face. "Are you a virgin?" He asks.

Surprised at my question, my eyes go wide. "Uh, yea. I'm just looking for a super nice guy to do it. You?"

"Yea." He gets a little too close for comfort, but I know that I have to go with it, so I let him come as close as possible. He ends up kissing me. he has nice lips. But all I can taste is evil. Literally.

I kiss back and it turns into a full on make out session. I'm trying so hard not to throw up in his mouth. He takes off his shirt and right after takes off mine. He moves his mouth to my neck. I hope he doesn't leave me hickeys because I do not, I repeat do not want a reminder of this.

He picks me up and places me onto the kitchen counter. He connects our lip again and starts to undo my belt. I try to tell him that I'm not ready but he doesn't listen. He takes out my dick a runs his finger on the tip. I was able to hold me a moan until he starts giving me a blowjob.

"Stop. Stop!. Hey man get off of me!" I say. It was easy to not moan anymore cause he is horrible at this. I try to push him off of me, but he looks at me and shows me blue eyes. Great, he's a homicidal werewolf. "Hey stop! I SAID STOP GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" I scream but he doesn't move. Where the hell is Jackson? I think to myself. Right when Ethan was about to take my pants off, someone barges in that isn't Jackson. I can't believe I trusted him. I mean I actually thought he wanted to be my friend again. When Ethan's thrown off me, I quickly put little Stiles back in my pants.

My mysterious savior knocks Ethan unconscious and looks at me slowly going back to human. Then I realize who it is.

Derek.

HEY! ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER! Anyway, what's Stiles gonna do about Derek saving him? Where the hell is Jackson? Who knows? (I do) II might write another chapter! Sterek next chapter! Love ya!