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Stiles has always been a normal kid. He did his homework, finished his chores, studied when he felt like it, and had a best friend he would cross the world for. Normal stuff right? Right.
So, turning 17 is the biggest thing he's got going for him, until about 3 months until the big day when his best friend Scott is bitten by an alpha werewolf. Two things happened that night. One: werewolves exist HOLY SHIT and two: Stiles is grounded for sneaking out after curfew and listening in on his dad's phone calls. Stiles figures he can't be blamed for curiosity,and that whole trying to keep his dad the Sheriff safe thing.
But anyway, two days later when Stiles is officially allowed out of the house and has free use of his Jeep other than driving to school, his first stop after school is Scott's house.
"Dude, thank God" Scott pulls him inside quickly. Stiles stumbles and turns, amused with Scott's paranoia.
"What's the problem Scotty? Scared the big bad wolfs gonna come for your little pig?" Stiles smirks and then laughs as Scott's face changes from confused to scowling.
"This isn't funny dude, I lost my inhaler. We were supposed to get it refilled like tomorrow and Mom wants me to let her take it in during school and I can't find it. I dropped in the woods when we were running for that... thing that bit me."
Stiles face dropped. "Shit man, we better get going before it starts getting dark out. I do not want to run into that creepy whatever it was you told me about."
A car ride, two hours of searching, and a mile and a half of ground covered later, and nothing has come up. They do however stumble upon the old burnt out shell of what Stiles can tell used to be a gorgeous house. The house though, has nothing on the young man who swaggered from around it. Clad in a leather jacket and tight jeans, Stiles was a goner before the man was in hearing distance.
"This is private property. What are you doing here?" The man said, his jaw set and his eyes unimpressed.
"Sorry man," Scott said, effectively stopping Stiles from staring at the man any longer and drawing his attention toward Scott.
"Yeah sorry, my buddy here lost his inhaler a couple nights ago and-" he was cut off by the man throwing something too him. Scott's inhaler. "Thanks dude." Stiles said, shocked.
"You have what you came here for, now leave. This is private property, and I'm not sure why your inhaler ended up here in the first place." The man was gruff and awkward, like he didn't appreciate still having to deal with the two trespassers.
Scott had the decency to blush. The boys both glanced down in disbelief at the small object and muttered a distracted "Thanks". Stiles glanced up, expecting a reply and found no trace of the man.
"Weird." Scott said turning to head back to the Jeep.
"Yeah," Stiles agreed. "Definitely weird."
*
Friday night of the following week Stiles convinced Scott to go with him to the new club two towns over. Scott, who had recently discovered the newest addition to Beacon Hills High School, Miss Allison Argent, was none to keen about looking at talking to or even thinking about other girls. Stiles had taken to resigned sighs when her name came up about twenty minutes after it did the first time.
"We aren't going for you Scotty. We are going because Stiles wants to have fun. Now Scott can come have fun with Stiles, or Scott can stay home and worry his diary with the exact shade of Allison's eyes."
"If I go will you stop talking about yourself in the third person?"
"Maybe."
Scott sighed.
45 minutes later, and they were strolling in to the hottest new club in the county, "The Jungle". Stiles was happily bouncing along to the DJs mixes and sipping a beer. It had been stupidly easy getting passed to bouncer with their fake IDs. A friend from school, Danny, owed Stiles a favor after Stiles talked his dad into dropping Danny's criminal charges of hacking the school website and changing the contact information for the main building to a phone sex line. Using the favor for something even more illegal also seamed a little morally ambiguous, but Stiles was willing to overlook that for the sake of having a good time.
"Scotty," he called over the music. "I'm going in. You coming or what?" When he got no response, Stiles glanced around only to find Scott being sucked into the mass of bodies by a group drag queens. He looked shocked and maybe even a little bit scared, but the ladies were making an effort to calm him down. It seemed to be working enough because soon Scott turned around and let himself be danced with at the edge of the pack.
Stiles laughed and began dancing his way into the middle of the floor, grinding and swaying whichever way. He finally made it and was almost immediately pushed into the best looking mann he had ever seen. He had been moving, presumably to the outer edge of the floor and Stiles had managed to get himself square in the middle of his path. Not that he was complaining.
They stood around each other just watching. Stiles and the man were unconsciously moving with the flow of the music, the man shocked at his new and unexpected guest. He smiled and immediately pulled Stiles closer by his hips.
Stiles, taken back by the mans forwardness, placed a hand on the mans chest to prevent them from coming to close.
"What's the problem, baby? Tell me you didn't sneak in here just to buy cheap beer." The mans voice sent shivers down Stiles spine, and he moved his hand to rest behind the mans neck.
"What makes you think I snuck in?" Stiles asked, a challenge in his voice.
The man pulled them closer, their hips pressed together in the best sort of way.
"Takes one to know one", the man chuckled and began to grind his hips along Stiles, slow and teasing through their jeans. They danced this was for a while, building themselves up, and making Stiles sweat. At some point, the man had moved his mouth to Stiles neck and had begun to positively wreck him. Licking and sucking marks, kissing slowly and moving up towards Stiles mouth, building up tension until Stiles was ready to burst.
When their lips finally did meet, it was all Stiles could do to not moan right there.
The mans tongue took him apart and when they broke for air, the mans eyes flashed gold, so quickly Stiles almost didn't see it.
"My name is Ryan, by the way." He said, breathless.
"Stiles. But can I ask why you picked now to tell me?"
"Because I want you to know the name of the man who took your virginity." Stiles almost laughed. This Ryan guy was cocky.
"Sorry pal, but her name was Michelle. I haven't been a virgin for almost 6 months." Stiles giggled at Ryan's expression. He looked almost disappointed. After quickly regaining his composure, Ryan said, "You might not be a virgin, but I bet this is the first time any bodies ever fucked you."
This had Stiles keening and grinding along Ryan's leg. He was right. Other than his own hand and Michelle, Stiles had had nothing else to satisfy himself, nonetheless another man. Michelle had dated him just long enough to let him fuck her, and the clumped him, claiming that the only reason she gad stayed with him is because she didn't want to be a virgin any longer than she had to be. Stiles had tried to be heartbroken, but they were in the relationship for the same thing.
The idea of letting Ryan fuck him sounded like the best thing in the world at that moment, so he quickly texted Scott telling him not to wait up, but to be ready to come get him in the morning, and his dad telling him that they had both decided to spend the night at Scott's house.
Then he grabbed Ryan's head and kissed him hard before letting Ryan lead him to a back door.
*
Stiles woke up early the next morning with a hangover, an empty bed next to him, and a small bite on his thigh as the only indication that Ryan had even been there. After shooting Scott a text and putting his clothes back on, Stiles stumbled out into the living room of an apartment, and then out the door to the street. Twenty minutes later, Scott pulled up in his Jeep with coffee and a warning that they needed to be home in the next half hour before Scott's mom was or they were in serious shit.
The boys headed home with no idea about the bite on Stiles thigh or the trouble it would cause in less than a month.