A/N: Hey everybody, I had such bad writers block with this story for the past few weeks, every time I sat down with a bag of Cheetos ready to write this damn thing nothing was coming to mind so I just busied myself with my other account until I finally felt ready. So without further ado, chapter motherfucking forty. (Is it that many already? Damn.) VERY INAPPROPRIATE CHAPTER OKAY. Suits are dangerous things.
STILES
This was it. The night had finally arrived. He was standing in his bedroom mirror, his fathers behind him grinning like idiots.
"You really could be my biological son looking that slick in a suit kiddo." Dean joked, shaking his head in amusement.
"You look fantastic, Stiles." Cas smiled proudly.
"Thanks dads." Stiles chuckled, turning round only to be squished into a bone-crushing group hug. "Ok I can't breathe." He wheezed and his parents reluctantly let go. He looked at his pa who was wiping at his eyes.
"Hey don't get emotional, love." Dean laughed softly, wrapping an arm round his husband.
"I just remember so clearly how little he was when we first got him, and now he's a man." Cas said sadly, Dean pressed a kiss to his temple.
"You know I'm nowhere near to being a man, in terms of maturity." Stiles snorted, it did the trick and Cas laughed.
"We better get downstairs, big Hale will be here soon." Dean sighed.
The three of them traipsed downstairs, Dean's right arm never leaving his husband and his left hand resting protectively on his son's shoulder. Stiles felt a little emotional himself, he couldn't believe the end was finally here. All the times he'd complained about high school and said he hated it, he knew in that moment he never meant it.
They were all so wrapped up in their thoughts they didn't even hear the Camaro roll up and the doorbell snapped them all out of their individual trances. Stiles rushed to the door, skidding to a halt in front of it. He yanked it open excitedly and did a dramatic twirl. Derek, who stood on the porch burst out laughing. Stiles stood still, smiling at his boyfriend.
Derek appeared to freeze once he got a good look at Stiles, his eyes roving all over his body and making him blush.
"Damn." Derek breathed, moving to touch Stiles.
"Oh no you don't." Came Dean's stern voice from behind them.
"Dad, you just ruined a perfectly good moment." Stiles grumbled.
"Mission accomplished." Dean smiled sweetly.
Cas joined them at the door, greeting Derek with a smile and a nod.
"Evening." Derek said to Stiles' parents, "Mind if I take him now?"
"Ye-"
"No, of course not Derek." Cas interrupted Dean. "Have a great time Stiles." Stiles turned to flash a thumbs up at his parents then left the house.
"Have him home by-"
"Dean, it is Stiles' prom, give it a rest." Cas scolded. Even Derek laughed at this, draping a daring arm around Stiles' shoulder as he led him away from the house and towards the Camaro which so happened to look extra shiny that evening.
"Let's go." The wolf chortled.
*
SCOTT
"Christ Isaac." Scott groaned as the blond tugged Scott down on top of him by the tie.
"Have I ever told you how fucking good you look in a suit?" He purred.
"We're not going anywhere if you keep this up." He breathed, Isaac was stroking him through his pants. He was struggling to keep quiet, his mom's heartbeat downstairs a constant reminder that they weren't alone.
"Maybe I don't want to." Isaac flirted. "Because I can't do this" he slipped his hand inside Scott's boxers, "at prom." Scott gasped in shock at the sudden skin to skin contact.
"Isaac." He moaned lowly.
"Say it again." The wolf in question ordered.
"Isaac." Scott whispered directly in the blond's ear, then biting the lobe. Scott ground into Isaac's hand enthusiastically, wanting so much more. Isaac tightened his grip, getting Scott off. "Oh... Shit..." Scott exhaled, kissing and biting his partner's neck in appreciation. Suddenly, Isaac halted all movement. Scott whined in protest. "What're you doing?"
Isaac smirked deviously, lifting his head from the bed so his mouth was at Scott's ear.
"Beg for it." He murmured seductively. Scott brought one of his own hands away from Isaac's hair and touched the teasing male's arousal.
"Please, Isaac. Give it to me."
"Tell me how much you want it."
Scott squeezed him.
"I want it more than anything." He whispered.
"Tell me exactly what you want me to do." Isaac instructed, Scott felt utterly tortured.
"I want you to make me... Make me..."
"This?" Isaac finished for him.
With wolf speed, he slid under Scott who jumped to his feet to stop himself from falling flat on his face. Isaac undid his pants, slid his boxers off and took Scott in his mouth all in one swift moment. The suddenness of his actions caused Scott to climax into the warmth, biting down on his lip to stop himself calling out.
Isaac hopped up, wiping his mouth casually.
"Let's hope you don't finish that fast when we get back to my house." He remarked, smacking Scott on the butt then walking to the door. Scott simply gaped at him.
"Hey I didn't mean-"
"Boys? You're gonna be late if we don't get going soon!" Melissa called up.
Scott threw a playful glare at Isaac and did up his pants.
"Whatever. You'll be the one begging me later." Scott assured him, but simply Isaac snorted.
"Let's go." He said, hiding a smile of amusement from Scott.
*
LYDIA
"At long fucking last." Lydia sighed, twirling in her mirror. Allison laughed at her best friend.
"You look amazing, Lyds." She complimented.
"Thanks Al." Lydia grinned back. "Now your turn!" They hurried to Lydia's door where Allison's dress was hanging from the back of it.
Lydia took it down and unzipped the cover, pulling it off. It was a flowing, pastel pink number with a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder straps. Then it struck Lydia, would Allison still want to change with her in the room now she knew?
"Uh, I'll step out. Just let me know she you're done." She smiled, but Allison grabbed her by the wrist.
"Don't be stupid. We're best friends." She reassured her. She slipped her t-shirt off and pulled her jeans down, toeing them off at the ankles. Lydia's breath caught in her throat as Allison stood in her underwear, she tried to look anywhere but the girl she was in love with. She handed Allison the dress, who unzipped it and slipped it over her head. She turned her back to Lydia.
"Could you zip it for me?" She asked innocently.
"Sure." Lydia replied, not letting her nerves show in her voice. She stepped towards the girl, hands trembling slightly, she was glad Allison couldn't see. The sight of her bare skin was driving her crazy. She took the zip in her hands, straightening both sides of the open dress so it would slide up easily.
She felt as if she'd been electrocuted when her hands came into contact with Allison's back, even from the brief touch she could feel how soft her skin was. She bit her lip hard, trying to contain herself. When she reached the top of the dress, the zip became stiff and she had to get closer to Allison to apply more force to it. She felt Allison shiver when her breath ghosted over her friend's bare shoulders.
Once the dress was securely zipped, Allison turned back around and smiled widely at Lydia.
"Wow, just wow Ally." Lydia shook her head in amazement. "I can't believe I have to walk in next to you looking like that." She joked. To her surprise, Allison blushed, staring at the ground.
"Come on Lydia, you know you're one of the most beautiful girls, like ever." Allison chuckled almost... Nervously?
"You okay?" Lydia asked, her tone concerned. "I get that Scott's gonna be there but it-"
"It's not that." Allison interrupted. They stood in silence for what felt like forever.
The brunette took Lydia's hands in hers.
"You know you're the only reason I haven't been torn up over him." She admitted. Lydia didn't know what to say. "I'm not doing this to be nice, and I'm not doing this because of what you told me, Lydia. I love you and I'm not sure... I'm not sure that it's in the same way as before."
Lydia could only stand there frozen, Allison's hands squeezing hers as she leaned forward. Their eyes fluttered shut instinctively, Lydia felt Allison's breath before her lips and it sent her heart racing. Their lips connected and something broke inside of her. She let go of Allison's hands, pulling her best friend flush against her. Allison buried her hands in Lydia's wavy red locks that she'd left down as they kissed.
They pulled apart for breath after a few moments staring at each other in shock.
"I can't believe I just did that." Allison breathed, her hand lingering over her lips. Lydia panicked.
"It's fine, I get it, you're still upset about Scott and got caught up in the moment. We can just forget it ever-"
"No!" Allison blurted. "I never want to forget it happened." She said firmly. Lydia's brain couldn't conjure up an intelligent response, so she simply nodded and swallowed thickly. "It's our prom, and I'm gonna have fun with my best girl." Allison's genuine smile was comforting.
"Let's go." Lydia smiled back finally, taking her hand and walking to the door.
*
DANNY
Just as he secured his tie, there was a knock on Danny's bedroom door.
"Yeah mom?" He called out, but the person who entered his room was not his mother. He stiffened at the sight of Jackson, admittedly looking handsome in his suit. "What are you doing here?" Danny asked. Jackson scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"Hear me out." He pleaded. "I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I realised a few things. One, I'm a shitty person. Two, being a shitty person is not an excuse for making screwed up mistakes that hurt the people you love. Three, you're too good for me Danny. Four, even if you are too good for me, I refuse to let you go." He paused to take a breath. "I love you more than anything."
Danny sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Why was his resolve so weak when it came to Jackson? Was it really worth throwing away something so set in his heart over a fight? He threw his head back in frustration.
"Come here you ass." He relented finally, opening his arms. Jackson grinned like he'd just won the lottery and ran to Danny.
He hugged him so hard that he lifted the taller of the two off the ground.
"I missed you." He murmured into Danny's shirt.
"Put me down you big baby." He teased. Jackson obeyed, pressing a chaste kiss to Danny's lips. He then got down on one knee.
"Danny Mahealani, can I take you to prom?" He asked.
Danny rolled his eyes, but deep down he was melting. He knew there was no way he'd ever be able to refuse Jackson.
"Sure." He smiled, pulling his boyfriend up and kissing him. "But you realise-"
"Yeah Danny, I realise that means going public." Jackson assured him. Danny's mouth fell open and he quickly shut it before Jackson could laugh at him.
"I love you Jackson."
"I love you too Danny. Now let's go." Jackson took his hand and they left the house, nerves wracking their stomachs but happiness settled in their hearts.
*
There was a dreamlike quality to the atmosphere of prom. Stiles had relished the jealous stares of girls when Derek opened the car door and led him out by the hand. He'd even gone as far as planting a rather inappropriate kiss on Stiles' lips before allowing him to go inside.
"That suit looks amazing on you, but I think it'd look even better on my bedroom floor." He'd whispered in Stiles ear. "I'll see you later."
Stiles had stood stock still, shock. A few girls had wolf whistled, to which Derek responded by slapping his boyfriend's ass then leaving. The girls had squealed excitedly and expressed how envious they were to Stiles.
"Thanks girls." He laughed bashfully. He waited around outside until he spotted Scott and Isaac walking towards him.
They all bumped fists and began to chat while they waited for Jackson and Danny. Much to their surprise, it had actually been Jackson who'd suggested they all meet before going in.
"And the pack is complete, minus Derek." They all turned to see Jackson, holding hands with Danny.
"Woah, guys... Are you?" Stiles gaped.
"Going public." Jackson grinned proudly. Scott clapped Jackson on the back.
"About time." Jackson glanced around.
"Looks like people are taking notice." He chuckled. There were various groups of people from their grade pointing at the two, whispering.
"Who gives a shit." Isaac said reassuringly. "Let's go slay prom."
"Please tell me you did not just say 'slay'." Stiles cringed. Isaac simply shrugged, an unbothered look on his cheeky features.
"I'm allowed to let my gay shine through every now and then." The blond joked. They all laughed and strutted into the hall, all feeling pretty damned confident.
The way the pack felt as they entered, with heads turning, it was as though they were moving in slow motion, invisible fans were blowing and dramatic music was playing.
"Don't get too excited guys, they're all looking at me." Jackson smirked ignoring the groans that came from his friends.
"Somebody step on his head to deflate it." Stiles sighed.
They eventually broke apart, Danny and Jackson going to dance and the trio of Stiles, Isaac and Scott going to get drinks. It was clear a lot of effort had gone into the prom. The hall was decorated elaborately and balloons with long strings floated about the room. The DJ was actually playing decent music, and soon enough the boys were all dancing together.
Stiles even spotted Lydia and Allison dancing together. He threw them a thumbs up, mouthing that they both looked beautiful. They smiled and waved at him. The ambience was similar to this throughout the evening, no one fought, no one ran off crying, everyone had their well deserved fun. Stiles only wished that Derek could have been there to join him, but it was great sharing the experience with his classmates.
Eventually, the celebrations were drawing to a close and the boys were about ready to go home. Stiles had shared a friendly slow dance with Danny while Scott and Isaac watched each other awkwardly until the song was over. Of course, the talk of the night had been Jackson and Danny who'd been answering questions all night, and were finally getting some peace to share one last dance.
The song drew to a close and the pack agreed to leave, they weren't particularly bothered about who was prom king or prom king. Just as they were about to step out, the principal spoke over the mic.
"If I could have your attention students, something very unusual has happened." Stiles stopped in his tracks to listen and the others did too.
"The students of this year have brought it to my attention that a more appropriate pair have come to light for prom royalty." He announced. "For their bravery and fantastic suits, I announce your prom kings as Jackson Whittemore and Danny Mahealani!" Cheers erupted from the students. Jackson and Danny looked back and forth, from the stage to each other in surprise, then burst out laughing.
"Go!" Stiles urged, shoving the, forward. The pair made their way onstage hand in hand. They were handed crowns by the principal, who rather hilariously placed the crown meant for the queen on Jackson's head. Jackson kissed Danny on the cheek, clearly enjoying the attention and 'aww's followed.
Eventually, they managed to escape the hall, Danny and Jackson still wearing their crowns.
"Well, it was a good night boys." Said Scott. They all nodded in agreement. "Stiles, I'm going to Isaac's so I don't have to listen to you and Derek." He shuddered.
"Fine with me. I'd rather be able to make as much noise as-"
"Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking." Scott yelled, walking off. Isaac waved and went after him.
"We'll see you guys around." Danny bumped fists with Stiles and Jackson actually nodded to him in respect. Stiles grinned, then bowed.
"All hail Danny and Jackson." The two laughed as they strolled away, arm in arm. Stiles pulled out his phone ready to call Derek, but a strong hand came to rest on his shoulder.
"No need."
Stiles turned to face the alpha.
"Don't tell me you've been waiting all this time?" He asked incredulously. Derek smirked.
"I couldn't leave you in there looking that good." Derek admitted. "Now let's get you back to my place so I can do all the things I've been fantasising about since I picked you up."
Stiles pretty much ran to the car.