WARNING; MATURE ADULT CONTENT. CONTAINS; ORAL SEX, SMUT AND YAOI (MALE/MALE). BE AWARE THAT THIS IS A SEXUALLY DETAILED FAN STORY.

Author: Jannasaur

Genre(s): Romance

Fandom: Teen Wolf (2011)
Characters (pairing): Jackson Whittemore x Scott McCall

Summary:
The boys are at a houseparty, but somehow, they each find themselves in the bathroom Jackson gasping for breathe and Scott on his knees pleasuring Jackson in a way he never expected...
Twoshot, Yaoi, Male/Male, Smut, PWP, and Oral Sex

Disclaimer; I don't own Teen Wolf, nor its characters. All rights belong to the respectful owners. I make no money from this, it is purely fanmade for my own perverted reasons...

Warning; Rated M for Oral Sex, Male/Male, PWP and Yaoi

WARNING; MATURE ADULT CONTENT. CONTAINS; ORAL SEX, SMUT AND YAOI (MALE/MALE). BE AWARE THAT THIS IS A SEXUALLY DETAILED FAN STORY.

Bathroom Quickie

Jackson could hear the loud boom of the music reverberating from outside the bathroom door, as well as the murmurs and cries of drunken teens downstairs. His knuckles whitened as he clenched even harder to the edge of the counter in the small bathroom, trying to hold back loud moans, in fear of them being heard. Although the chances were almost impossible, the male still bit into his soft lips in order to hold back yet another beckoning whimper of pleasure.

Scott slowly slid his lips off Jackson's burning arousal, "What did I tell you? …Stop holding back, no one is going to hear you." He breathed on the pink tip with a smirk curving his wet lips.

He had somehow managed to lure Jackson into one of the bathrooms, and used his irresistible charm on him too.

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It wasn't hard for Scott to get Jackson in the bathroom, for he had noticed the male watching him quietly in the living room where everyone danced. He had his arms around Lydia, though his eyes were fixated on Scott as he too danced with someone else. And he just couldn't resist the urge to excuse himself from Allison's embrace and make his way down the hall and up the stairs, to where the number of students decreased and the music became quieter. And little much to Scott's surprise, Jackson had followed him up there too.

As soon as they were in a corner, somewhere near the bathroom, Scott turned around and confronted him.

"Can I help you, Jackson?" He asked in a mischievous tone, admiring the abashed expression on Jackson's face.

Jackson's brows furrowed in a crease as he struggled for words shocked and startled at the other male's sudden recognition of Jackson following him. But after a moment of thought he replied, "…I need the bathroom."

"As if," Scott chuckled. "You followed me here, didn't you?" His tone was becoming hotter as he slowly crept up to Jackson until his back was pressed against the bathroom door.

Jackson stuttered, feeling his cheeks slowly burning with heat as Scott's breathe grew hotter, and the gaze between their eyes deepened. "Wh- What are you saying? Of course I didn't!" he protested, suddenly flustered at the dark-haired boy's closeness..

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And before they knew it, Jackson was leaning against a bathroom counter with Scott down on his knees, pleasuring him with his oh-so-skilful tongue.

The dark haired male lapped his tongue around in circles at the pink tip of Jackson's arousal. Scott wanted to lock eyes with the male standing before him, but the blue eyes he searched for were clenched shut in order to hold back the waves of pleasure washing over him.
Therefore McCall just watched his sizzling-hot prey, and continued to slowly devour him into the wet cavern of his mouth, where he would (hopefully) get Jackson to confess the love he had for Scott's soft lips and hot mouth wrapped around his hardening man-hood.

After a few long draws of Scott's tongue along the length of Jackson's hardened member, Scott swore he could feel the other male's hips beginning to jerk very slowly into his mouth.
But the dark haired male didn't let this stop him, the fact that Jackson was beginning to participate made him want to smirk in devious triumph.

Jackson bit down on his lip harder, trying his best to turn his feelings over to pain instead of letting the sexual pleasure take over his body. It was one thing to do this sort of thing to a guy, but to have a guy do it to you, and to enjoy it? Well, that was on a whole new other level of gayness to Jackson.
He didn't know why he had even let Scott do this to him. A collection of thoughts ran through his mind on a thin string; why didn't he just fight Scott off? He had the strength to do it, so why wasn't he? Why was he even standing around and continuing to let another guy suck him off, and so well too? Isn't that a little gay? And lastly, why the hell was he still here?

As Jackson mind flooded with pleasure, horror and an inkling of guilt, he still couldn't refuse the heat that was wrapped tight around his man-hood. He felt Scott's fingers tug at his jeans; pulling them down to let them fall to his ankles. But Jackson's body was lost in a sea of heat to even notice that his legs and bottom were now exposed.

Scott trailed one hand behind Jackson, cupping the other male's bottom in to his hand and groping firmly at the smooth skin of his behind. The male standing didn't do anything but ease his weight onto his hands and rest against the wash-basin counter, continuing to let the boy below him carry on with his long sucks.

Upon each stroke of his tongue, the dark haired male could feel the blood pumping within the heated arousal, and the shape of his veins against his moist organ. He sucked Jackson's length deeper into his mouth and hallowed his cheeks, digging his fingertips into the smooth flesh of Jackson's rear, squeezing it and pushing it forward to encourage the slow rocking of his hips.

And as planned, the pace of Jackson's hips increased as he began to thrust his hardened member deeper into Scott's mouth. Scott's hot and wet tongue stroked against his skin with generous laps, keeping the hot skin wet with saliva. The suction of the lower male's mouth also heightened the pleasure of his man-hood, for it was kept tight and warm in his mouth, allowing him to freely thrust his pelvis in and out of the damp cavern.

Scott let his free hand cup the twin orbs below Jackson's member, fondling them gently between the pads of his fingertips and occasionally squeezing them ever so gently within the palm of his hands.

He could feel Jackson quickly losing control. His hand gripped to the top of his brown locks, his fingers tangling themselves between each lock of hair to help his bobbing head and keeping it in sync with his thrusts. His lips slowly parted, letting out husky moans and ragged pants. And by now, both boys were lost in the maze of their raging hormones, and swimming in the sea of their hidden lust.

Scott began to enjoy the dominance within Jackson, letting the other male to guide his mouth over his throbbing man-hood as his lips continued to slide up and down its thick heated flesh. He continued to play with the twin globes in one of his palms, and the smooth flesh of his behind; the way he could feel it tense each time it thrust forward and into his mouth. Scott could also feel his saliva beginning to slowly dribble out from the corners of his mouth, as well as bitter salty taste on his tongue.

Jackson was lost. He was lost and drowning in a sea of forbidden pleasure. Tsunami's sweeping over his body, and volcano's erupting lava down his flesh. He couldn't control it, and he couldn't hold it back anymore, continuously pushing his hips into Scott's mouth, and loving the way he was able to fxck his mouth so deliciously. Which only lead to dirty and blurred fantasies of him doing other things to Scott in the back of his mind.
He continued to pull the boy's head of beautiful brown locks, jerking his hips into his cavern and slowly releasing his seed, and he didn't want to stop. He wanted to keep going until he had unloaded fully into the pit of Scott's luxuriously wet mouth.

"Scott," he moaned, "I… I'm gonna cum."

He caught Scott's warm brown eyes as he continued to bob his head along his shaft, as if to say, 'do it,' and it was exactly what Jackson decided to do.

He let his hips rock to and fro like wild; fast and hard and pulling harder to the tussled curls upon Scott's head until finally, there was nothing left.
Rivers and lakes of sticky and salty tasting liquid spurted from the tip of his arousal as he slowed down the pace of his hips and rode out his orgasm slowly.

As Scott's lips slowly pulled away from his now sticky and limp member, he hadn't realized how powerful his release actually was. He wanted to apologize to the tanned male still crouching before him, but his cheeks were burning with heat and his vision was now a steadying blur.

"Wow," he heard Scott mutter, his long arms reaching out for the roll of toilet paper on the wall. He tore some of it off and dabbed it at his mouth.

They both remained in silence; Jackson bent over and quickly pulled his jeans up. He buttoned them and fastened his belt, stuffing his limp member into his Calvin Klein boxers, which now felt sticky from the powerful burst of passion. Scott got up and washed the evidence of his and Jackson's quick session, before drying his face with a towel.

Jackson was still leaning against the counter, heaving and waiting for his body to cool down. It felt incredibly awkward, a lot more awkward now that the deed had been done and his seed had been released and washed away… all that was left for him to do was exit the bathroom and make up an excuse to tell Lydia. But when his back was about to pull itself up, Scott was stood in front of him with his arms laced around his waist.

"Thought up a good enough excuse to tell Lydia yet?" He asked, staring deep into Jackson's dreamy eyes with a smirk donning his delicate lips.

Jackson huffed and furrowed his brows, "Shut up McCall…" he muttered, placing his hands upon Scott's chest and pushing the other male away.

The darker haired male smirked and let out a low chuckle as he ran his finger through the thick strands of his silky brown hair. Smoothing it out because Jackson had messed it up so much during their intimate session… Jackson noticed it, and looked away before reaching his hand out to the door knob.

He stepped out of the bathroom cautiously, scanning his eyes across the hall way before walking out of the room completely, looking at guilty as ever. Scott slowly followed after. They both stopped before reaching the staircase, where a few kids hung around, drinking out of their plastic cups and gossiping with other students. Jackson stepped closer to Scott…

"You know, earlier, that was," Scott began, a smirk still curving his lips. But he couldn't finish his sentence, for Jackson cut him off with his own voice.

"What happened earlier isn't over Scott," he replied, whispering in a low seductive tone as he found himself only inches away from Scott's deliciously hot lips. He wanted to lean over and taste those lips, feel their un-chapped softness against his own lips and once more around his arousal. He stared deep into Scott's warm coffee-brown eyes, and ended his sentence, "my house, tonight. I'll show you how long I can go."

And just at that, Jackson turned away from Scott, making his way back down into the crowded students, leaving Scott smirking at the top of the stairs. Oh, will he be at Jackson's tonight…

Author's Note:

I just thought the idea for this was hot. ;) Who really needs to explain how Scott lured Jackson into the bathroom and managed to get his pants off? All that matters is that he did, lol. Well, what did you's think? I am thinking of writing up a sequel for this oneshot, about the night they share in Jackson's bedroom. :P Leave a review if you think I should write a sequel. Reviews motivate me and make me write quicker. I still have so many more ideas for more Jackson and Scott fics! If you have any criticism to offer that would kindly help me to improve, then feel free to do so! :)

Thank you for all the reviews and faves on my other Jackson and Scott fics!