Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They belong to the writers and producers of Teen Wolf.

"On your knees… just like that… no, no, no. I want you to look up at me while you do it… sexily though."

"Stiles… this is weird even for you," Parrish let out a bored groan as he gripped the teens shoelaces in his hands.

"What? We can't have sex… so while you're tying my shoe, I'm going to imagine that you're sucking my-"

"Stiles!" They were both startled from their hiding spot behind the filing cabinets. "Where'd you run off too?" Stiles kissed Parrish's forehead and ran out into the main hall of the station. Parrish stood up and straightened his utility belt. Stiles was proving more and more difficult to be around. Not in a bad way. Parrish was finding that the teens idea of slow was… faster than he'd anticipated.

Stiles had been insatiable the last few days. Groping Parrish in hallways. Kissing him in dark corners. Stiles had even slapped the deputy's ass… while walking right beside his father. Teenagers and their hormones. That boy would be the death of him, his career, and if he kept causing him stress, the death of his good looks as well.

"Parrish!" Shit. What could the sheriff want? Parrish straightened his uniform and prayed that Stiles hadn't messed up his hair. He walked out to answer the sheriff.

"Yes sir?" Parrish replied. Sheriff Stilinski offered the deputy a smile. Parrish visibly relaxed. At least the sheriff hadn't found out about him and Stiles.

"Your shift's over. Can I ask you to do me a favor before you leave though?" The sheriff inquired. "Could you drive Stiles home? I'm working the late shift and according to Stiles here his jeep has a flat tire." Stiles grinned devilishly. Why did the deputy have a feeling that this was a trap?

"Sure thing, sir. Let me grab my jacket."

"Want to come in?" Stiles asked. The deputy had walked Stiles to the door.

"I should probably get going," Parrish blurted. Stiles nodded his head slowly.

"Are you nervous?"

"Me? Nervous? I've defused bombs before Stiles, I'm not nervous," Parrish replied.

"I'm not a bomb, Jordan," Stiles drawled. Parrish eyes widened slightly in shock.

"You've… never used my first name before," Parrish clucked his tongue. "Alright, I'll come in for a few minutes. But then I'm going to take off." Stiles smiled warmly.

"Okay, I want to show you my room," Stiles chirped. The deputy stepped into the Stilinski household and Stiles wasted no time ushering Parrish up the stairs. "My room is that door right there." Parrish swung into Stiles' room.

"Nice… graphic organizer?" Stiles fussed with a few of the colored strings on his board.

"I use them to keep track of things," Stiles explained as he kicked off his shoes. Parrish leaned back on the bed.

"I like your posters. And your desk. This bed's pretty soft too. I even like the strategically placed piles of dirty laundry." Stiles threw a pair of pants that he'd been picking up off the floor at the deputy.

"You're poking fun at me, aren't you?"

"A little… come here," Parrish slapped the empty spot on the bed next to him. Stiles laid down, their shoulders touching. They just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. The only sound in the room was their breathing.

"Can I admit something that's kind of embarrassing?" Stiles asked, turning his head so that he could look at Parrish's face. Parrish did the same.

"Shoot."

"I drained the air out of the tire myself," Stiles murmured.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to spend some time with you," Stiles confessed. He moved his hand over a few centimeters and twined his fingers with the deputy's. Stiles pressed his forehead against Parrish's own. "I want you to be my first… well my second." Stiles struggled for the right words. "What I mean is, I want you to be the first man that I'm with… physically. Not that I'm saying my only interest is sex, it's not," Stiles rambled. "I want to be with you on an emotional level too. I think you're great and-" Parrish pressed their mouths together.

The deputy nipped at the teen's lower lip with his teeth. Stiles let out a soft moan and eagerly opened his mouth. Their tongues slowly fought for dominance. Stiles was more than willing to submit. Parrish broke the kiss and wiped Stiles' bottom lip with his thumb.

"You talk a lot. You know that?" Stiles chuckled. His face was flushed a light shade of pink. The t-shirt Stiles had been wearing was hiked up above his navel.

"I'm sure somebody's said it to me once or twice." The deputy rose from the bed, but Stiles tightened his grip on the man's hand. "Wait. Stay just a little bit longer." How could he resist? Parrish sighed, but complied. It was nice in here actually. The deputy had been surprised at how 'at home' he felt in the teen's room. But he had a feeling it wasn't the room that made him feel at home.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you go on a date with me?" Parrish wanted to do something with Stiles.

"What kind of date?" What did he want to do? Anything really. He just wanted to do something that didn't involve hiding behind filing cabinets or ass slapping in the hallways.

"How about… I cook you dinner at my place? We can have dinner, stay in and maybe watch a movie." Stiles grinned.

"Remember what happened the last time we tried to watch a movie?" Parrish had thoroughly enjoyed himself; How could he forget? Stiles and him had tried to watch a movie before, but the end result of that endeavor had been Stiles with a hickey, and the both of them passed out spooning on his couch. A rather pleasant experience for the two of them.

"That's why I said maybe."

A/N: College has been going rather well. I've been studying and doing homework, so not much time to do any writing. I'll try to update again soon. I wrote two chapters over winter break and spring break might prove fruitful. I'm polishing up the last chapter right now, but it should be out relatively soon. Thank you to all of you have stuck around to keep reading and I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Reviews are always welcome.