Fic: Rumor Has It

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Fic: Rumor Has It
Disclaimer: If it were mine, this one would definitely be canon. Alas.
Rating/warnings: Explicit for porn, hooray
Pairings: Jackson/Danny
Notes: Soooo, awhile ago Mandibles was sharing her Teen Wolf characters dick headcanon and wrote: "Danny is a bona fide big dick. Not frighteningly so, because nope, but, uh, it’s not just his face or his dimples or his abs or his everything that gets guys from Jungle into bed. Or into a bathroom stall at least. Danny’s dick is actually the main talking point when a drunk!Jackson is around, because what else could a drunk!Jackson even focus us besides the fact that his best friend has a bigger cock than him. (Now excuse me while I imagine Jackson drunkenly attempt to deepthroat Danny. Sigh.)" I... kind of took that idea and ran with it (with permission, though I don't think she meant for this to have so many feeeeeelings). Also, thanks to my awesome beta, lielabell.
Summary: Jackson heard a rumor about Danny at the Jungle, and wants to know if it's true. Danny most just wants to go to sleep.

"Danny? Hey, Danny? Are you asleep?"

Danny snorted into his pillow, then turned his head enough to mutter, "Yes, Jackson, I am 100% asleep and that's how I'm answering you." Then he kicked Jackson, because Jackson was an enormous brat when he was drunk, and Danny had been hovering on that nice precipice between asleep and awake. There was no way he was going over that cliff now.



"Can I ask you something?" Jackson asked.

"Didn't you do that already?"

"Huh?"

Danny sighed. "Yes, Jackson, you can ask me something, if you'll shut up and let me sleep after."

"Okay." Jackson sat up a little, facing Danny. "Can I see your dick?"

Danny blinked, then pointedly rolled over, pulling the sheet up and putting his back to Jackson, as he said, "Go to sleep."

"Oh, come onnn," Jackson whined. He nudged Danny's shoulder, and Danny began seriously regretting that he'd been too buzzed himself to insist Jackson go home instead of sleeping over, or sleep on the futon instead of in Danny's bed. "I want to see it, Danny, come on, please?"

"I'm pretty sure you've got one of your own to look at," Danny said, then added, "Not in my bed though, okay?"

"But I wanna see yours."

"This is not normal."

"Your dick isn't normal. That's what I heard."

"What you... what?" Danny gave in flopped back over, which put him awkwardly nose-to-nose with Jackson. He scooted back until he felt the edge of the bed and further scooting would have landed his ass on the floor. Which would probably have made Jackson laugh hard enough that he'd forget about whatever the hell was going through his alcohol-addled mind, but it would also make it take that much longer before Danny got to go back to sleep.

Jackson made an exasperated noise, like Danny was the one being weird or something, and explained, "In the bathroom at the Jungle. There were these guys talking about it. They said it's huge."

Danny's cheeks heated up a little. He knew... well, he knew he was above average, size-wise, but it wasn't like he really walked around bragging about it or anything. He didn't exactly mind people knowing -- he really didn't mind guys at the Jungle knowing -- but it was pretty weird for Jackson to care so much. "They were probably talking about some other Danny," he mumbled.

"Nope." Jackson caught his gaze. Danny could barely see him in the dark, but he didn't have to, because he just knew Jackson was smirking. "'Cause the one guy said... said yeah, Danny is definitely underage, and that he felt kind of bad about that. But what was he supposed to do, because he needed a dick that size in him. He'd have let you nail him right there in the bathroom, I think."

"Oh, Jesus." Danny was starting to blush now, glad Jackson probably couldn't tell that in the dark, and was actually a little curious about who these guys were and why they hadn't just tried to catch him on the dance floor or something. 'I hear you have a big dick and I want it in me,' wasn't exactly a romantic pick-up line, but it probably would have worked on him.

"So can I see?" Jackson tugged the sheet down off of Danny's torso. Danny slept naked a lot of the time, but since Jackson had crashed at his place after their trip to the Jungle (a trip where Danny was supposed to be trying to meet a guy, but had ended up babysitting Jackson's drunken ass, for about the millionth time) he'd pulled on boxers and an old pair of sweatpants. "Please, Danny? I just want to see what you're packing. I won't freak out if it's bigger than mine."

Danny sighed. Answering would just be playing into Jackson's hands, but on the other hand... "It's definitely bigger than yours."

"You've peeked?" Jackson grinned at him, preening, because Jackson had zero sense of modesty and would probably have liked it if the entire world was desperate to get a glimpse of his junk. Which Danny wasn't. He was just pretty sure that if Jackson had a notably big dick, he would have found a way to let the world know, which meant he was probably average, and Danny... Danny was above average.

"Is this going to make things weird?" Danny asked.

Jackson's face lit with delight, like it always did when he get his own way. He scrambled over to turn on the lamp on Danny's bedside table, then stared at Danny expectantly. "Well?" he eventually demanded.

"Oh, god." Danny took a deep breath, then pushed his sweats down, boxers with them. He glanced down at the familiar sight of his own cock: judging from his experiences, he was pretty average when it came to girth and balls, but he was definitely longer than most guys. He didn't think he was absurdly sized or anything, when people said he should be in porn they were all pretty clearly joking, but... well, yeah. He had a big dick. Not to mention generally nicely shaped, and a carefully maintained area overall. The whole package was, if he said so himself, a pretty damn nice sight.

Apparently, Jackson agreed, judging by the way his eyes went wide and his mouth hung open. Danny was definitely blushing now, and, awkwardly, actually starting to get a little bit hard. Which meant it was time for this bizarro moment to end. He moved to pull his pants back up, but Jackson grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Holy hell, Danny." He was still staring.

"Jealous?" Danny asked with a wry half-laugh, and pulled his wrist free.

"Not even. Just... wow." Jackson swallowed, then finally looked up at Danny's face. "Can I blow you?"

"What?" Danny grabbed the sheet and pulled it over himself. "Jackson, how drunk are you?"

"Not that drunk." Jackson nudged him, shoulder to shoulder. "Come on, I wanna blow you."

"No!"

"Why not?" Jackson demanded, pouting again.

"Jackson --"

"Is it 'cause you think your giant dick is too much for me to handle?"

"It's not -- it -- Jackson." Jackson was reaching to pull the sheet away and this time Danny caught his wrist. "It's because you're drunk and not gay, not to mention my best friend. You don't want to go down on me."

"Yes, I do. I do, because I -- I go to the Jungle, don't I? And I dance with guys, don't I? That's pretty gay. I could be gay. I might be."

Danny blinked. "Jackson..."

Jackson was idly tracing the stripes of Danny's sheet, like none of this mattered to him. Except Danny knew him too well, knew that meant it must really matter when he said, "I might be. I've thought about it tons."

"About whether you're gay?"

"About sucking your cock." Jackson caught his eye. "I think about it tons. I think it would be so hot, Danny, and it's not fair that you'd let some guy at the Jungle go down on you but not me. I woulda done it even before I heard them talking. I don't care about size."

Danny hesitated, watching Jackson, who was still staring at him imploringly. He wondered if he should actually have been so relieved at that. He knew some guys were into the size thing, and he wasn't going to complain any, considering how much it worked in his favor, but for some reason the thought of Jackson only wanting him for that was actually kind of upsetting. But if Jackson had wanted him anyway...

Finally, he asked, "So you think about sucking cock? Or do you think about sucking my cock?"

Jackson smiled at him with his stupidly pink, perfect lips. "Why do you think I wanted to see it?"

"Oh," Danny said.

Jackson reached for the sheet again. "So... can I? Please?"

Wordless, Danny nodded, and let Jackson pull the sheet away, then kicked his pants further down his legs and off. Jackson hesitated for a minute, looking down at Danny's dick again, and Danny was about to tell him it was okay if he was joking when Jackson nudged him again. "Move up the bed a little so I've got room."

"Bossy," Danny said, but he did what Jackson asked, leaning back against the headboard and spreading his legs.

Jackson settled himself between them, shifted a little, planted an elbow next to Danny's thigh, shifted around some more, and then hoisted one of Danny's legs over his shoulder. "There we go," Jackson breathed, as that last step left him face to face, so to speak, with Danny's dick. "Damn."

"You okay?" Danny asked.

"Yeah," Jackson said. "Yeah, just... looks even bigger up close. But I got this. Gonna blow your mind."

Danny debated making a crude comment about that, but before he got a chance, Jackson wrapped a hand loosely around his shaft. He stroked up and down a few times, gentle and slow, just enough that Danny started to get hard again. His expression was almost hilariously intense, like Danny's dick was some kind of challenge he needed to conquer.

"So... you gonna do anything with that?" Danny teased when that was all Jackson did with it for a lingering minute. Not that the handjob wasn't nice, but if Jackson was going to be ridiculous about this, Danny was going to goad him over it.

"Shut up," Jackson snapped. "I'm trying to -- to figure it out."

"It's just my dick, Jackson," Danny said, but he reached down to where Jackson was stroking him. "Here. Just wrap a hand around here," he moved Jackson's hand down to the base, "so there's not so much to deal with, okay?"

"I'm not gonna half-ass it," Jackson said, pulling his hand back, knocking Danny's away with it.

Danny almost laughed. "That's not half-assing it, that's just what guys do."

"But I want to --" Jackson caught himself. He looked up at Danny, eyes bright even with only the bedside lamp on. "I'm gonna take you all the way down."

Now Danny did laugh. "Yeah, good luck with that."

"Shut up," Jackson said again. "You think I can't do it? I told you, I'm gonna blow your mind."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Jackson scowled up at him, and when he wrapped his lips around Danny's dick, Danny could swear it was out of sheer spite. Which didn't mean it didn't feel good. Actually, it was incredible, Jackson's mouth hot and damp, his lips forming a tight ring. Danny moaned a little bit and reached down again, this time to tousle Jackson's hair. He wanted to wrap his fingers in it, to push, but it was Jackson's first time. Despite Jackson's big words and his own teasing, Danny didn't really want to pressure Jackson to do more than he wanted to.

Then that thought flew out of his mind entirely, because Jackson began to slide down his shaft, tongue flicking against Danny's cock in his mouth. He moved slowly and didn't even get very far. It was only a second before he pulled off and looked back up, snapping, "Shut up," before Danny could even remember how to talk. "I'm working up to it."

"I am really not complaining," Danny breathed.

Jackson threw a glance up at him, surprise written across his face, and Danny wondered what kind of shitty head he'd been getting if he thought even mediocre blowjobs were something to complain about. But maybe his experience was all with Lydia and she didn't give head or something -- but that definitely wasn't true, because Jackson was a chronic oversharer. Danny knew way more about his sex life than he wanted to.

Either way, Jackson gave in and decided to take Danny's advice. He wrapped a hand back around Danny's shaft, down at the base, his grip tight as he found a new angle. Then he looked up and caught Danny's eye again, and held his gaze while he licked his lips. It was kind of cheesy but it still made Danny's stomach lurch, made his heart pound too hard. Jackson's lips were -- were obscene, perfect pink and lush. Danny had never allowed himself to think too much about it, to call them cocksucking lips outside of the confines of his own head, but -- yeah.

Yeah.

Jackson's head bobbed down further this time, all the way down this his hand, but his body went tense and suddenly still. Too much, Danny figured. But Jackson started moving again, the way he was sucking making his cheekbones look even sharper. He found a rhythm, slow but steady, and Danny lost himself in all of it: the heat of Jackson's mouth, the wet suction, the blue of Jackson's eyes when he glanced up, the tickle of Jackson's hair under his palm.

Jackson slid his hand away, pressed it down against Danny's hip, his palm damp and warm. "Jackson --" Danny gasped, as Jackson sank down further, shifting and twisting. Anything Danny was going to say was lost to a moan as Jackson worked his way down Danny's shaft and electricity raced up Danny's spine, pumped through his veins, until finally, impossibly, Jackson's lips reached his base, nose to his public bone. Danny couldn't even moan at just that, just whimper, actually trembling a little.

Jackson just stayed there for a moment, statue still, his scalp sweaty under Danny's fingers. Danny tried to breathe but almost couldn't, afraid that if he moved, something would shatter and break. The moment was perfect, something he wanted to savor, not just for the physical but because it was Jackson. It was Jackson closer to him than he'd ever been, even if this was nothing but a whim. It wasn't some guy in a club he'd hook up with and never see again, and it wasn't some asshole who'd say he wanted to date but who couldn't keep it in his pants. It was Jackson, and Danny trusted him and -- loved him, really. Maybe he didn't love him like this, or at least he didn't think he did, but...

His brain was too hazy for serious thoughts. Especially when Jackson swallowed, and Danny felt how deep he was, how far Jackson had taken him. It shouldn't have been possible -- Jackson should have gagged, there was now way he could breathe, he couldn't do this. But maybe Jackson really could do anything he put his mind to, and maybe he really was everyone's type.

Finally, finally, he began moving again, even more slowly, the bobbing of his head more leisurely than desperate. Which was just hilarious, because now Danny was desperate, writhing, not able to fight back the urge to push. Jackson just grunted a little, but went pliant, let Danny push him deep again, his fingers clutching Danny's thigh, nails digging in.

When he looked up at Danny with bright eyes it was so fucking dirty: the sight of Danny's dick so far in his mouth, the way Jackson was blinking fast, the shallow breaths through his nose, the freckles on his cheeks and just fucking everything. Danny whimpered again, yanking his hand back from Jackson's hair as he stuttered, "Jackson -- Jacks -- gonna come, please, oh god..."

He'd meant it as a warning, had figured Jackson would pull back, but if anything he doubled down. He swallowed again, his throat tight and his mouth hot and that was it. Danny shuddered, coming, as Jackson eased back but not off, brought back a hand to guide him, and swallowed again and again.

Danny's head thunked back against the headboard as he came. Jackson scooted away from him, giving him room to slide down the bed until he was lying at Jackson's side, feeling more like he was floating. His mind was cloudy and pleasant, his body warm and tingling.

"It's okay," Danny panted when he was able to remember how words worked. "You can say you told me so."

Jackson just smirked at him. "Which, that I could deep throat or that I was your type?"

"That it would be so hot," Danny said. He lifted an arm lazily, beckoning. "Come here, would you?"

Jackson practically slithered up his body until they were shoulder to shoulder, face to face. Danny wrapped an arm around Jackson and kissed him. Jackson gasped in a sharp breath but then sank into it, let Danny do it, let Danny roll them over until Jackson was on his back and Danny was above him, their legs tangled together. Like this, he could feel that Jackson was hard, too, and there was only a thin layer of fabric between them. Danny thrust downwards and Jackson gasped into his mouth, his hands coming up to clutch at Danny's shoulders.

"Good?" Danny breathed.

"Yes, Danny, fuck, god," Jackson moaned against his cheek, hips grinding up to meet Danny's. "You tasted so good, you're so hot, I want you so much."

Danny turned on to his side a little, just enough to hold his weight so he could reach down with one hand. He fumbled to push Jackson's briefs down and then wrap a hand around his cock. Jackson whimpered, thrusting into his fist and still clinging to his shoulders like Danny was his life preserver.

"I want you, too," Danny answered. "You're so fucking pretty, and those lips, your everything, god, Jackson."

"Wanted you for so long," Jackson answered, one of his legs coming up around Danny's waist, pulling them tighter together. "Fuck, Danny, I'm gonna come."

Danny kissed him again, and they were pressed together head to toe, lips locked and Danny's hand still around Jackson's dick when Jackson came. Danny could feel it, the warm splatter against his abs, between their bodies.

"Feel good?" Danny asked.

"Fuck yes," Jackson said, resting his forehead against Danny's. He smiled for a second, which made Danny's heart start racing again, because Jackson never just smiled. He smirked, he sneered, and he laughed, but just smiling like he was happy or content? Never.

Except after a second the smile was gone, Jackson turned his head to look up at the ceiling, and he asked quietly, "Did you mean it, that you wanted me? That it was hot?"

Danny grabbed him, tugging his shoulder until he did look over at Danny again, and said, "Obviously. Yes. Jesus, Jackson, it was amazing."

"Good." Jackson grinned at him, but it wasn't the open smile he'd had. It was pure Jackson Whittemore cockiness. "You know what that means?"

"What?"

"You should ask me out now, before word gets around the Jungle that I can deep throat. 'Cause I know how the guys gossip in the bathroom, I'm just sayin'."

Danny started to laugh, but then his world turned sideways and it all slid into place. Jackson -- Jackson was a spoiled rich kid through and through, yeah. Danny knew that about him. But Danny also knew Jackson busted his ass when he wanted something, that he always had to prove himself. He practiced lacrosse until he could barely move, he took all honors and AP classes and even though he'd never admit it because it wasn't cool, he spent hours studying. He swam laps every morning and went running every evening. The only people he wanted to hand him things were his parents, and even that was for proof -- he wanted the Porsche because it meant that his parents loved him, that he was good enough for them.

So of course he hadn't just told Danny he was gay or asked Danny out. He'd proved himself first, demonstrated that he was worthwhile. Even though Danny had always known that.

Danny kissed him again. "Is that what you want, Jackson?"

"Yeah," Jackson said. "I mean, if it's what you want. Doesn't sound like a lot of other guys can deep throat you, but hey, whatever. Your call."

If Danny hadn't realized what was going on in Jackson's head, he'd have rolled his eyes. Instead, he asked, "You know I don't want you just because of that, right?"

"Yeah," Jackson said, and Danny knew it was a lie, because Jackson never believed he was good enough.

"Okay, then," Danny said, and gave Jackson a quick peck on the lips. "I want you to go out with me."

"Okay, I could do that," Jackson agreed, like it hadn't been his idea.

"Good," Danny said. "I'm gonna get a towel. I'll be back in a second."

Jackson nodded a fraction of an inch, and when Danny peeled his body away it was sticky. He stood and looked down, and moaned again at the sight. Jackson looked fucking ravished, his briefs still around his thighs, come on his stomach, lips swollen and face flushed. Danny's stomach jumped again, because Jackson looked like something out of porn come to life in Danny's own bed, and had felt like that, too. And now he was all Danny's to ravish again whenever he wanted. Danny hadn't even known he'd wanted to, half an hour ago, and now it was like a dam had broken and he didn't know how he'd lived without getting Jackson naked constantly.

Jackson smirked up at him. "Yeah, I totally told you so."

Danny laughed and finally turned away, grabbed his boxers off the bed and pulled them on, and hurried to the bathroom. He grabbed a roll of toilet paper from out of the cabinet, hoping his parents wouldn't remember how many had been there, and pulled off a few squares. He dampened them, wiped himself clean, and flushed the evidence, then dampened a few more, grabbed the roll, and hurried back to Jackson.

Jackson cleaned himself up quickly and pulled Danny back into the bed. It was warm from their body heat, and it was nice to not have to hover at the edge to avoid any awkwardness with Jackson. Nope, now there was no need for that. He didn't even think about it, just lay on his side and let Jackson curl in close to him, then reached back to turn off the lamp.

It was almost weird how it wasn't weird. It was just comfortable, like Jackson belonged in his arms and they'd been doing this forever. But then again, they almost had. They'd slept in the same bed together more times than Danny could count, they had almost every class together, plus lacrosse practices. They hung out together every weekend. They'd pretty much been dating for years, except they'd been getting wrecked by bad relationships when they should have just turned to each other.

He was drifting off with that thought in the back of his mind when Jackson said, "Hey, Danny? You awake?"

"I am now," Danny sighed, but he didn't really mind. Getting laid was better than getting sleep, even if he was seriously exhausted now.

"Sorry," Jackson said. "Just wanted to ask you something."

"Hmm?"

"Next time," Jackson said. "Next time, will you fuck me?"

Danny's heart leapt, but all he said was, "Yeah. Yeah, I think you could talk me into that."

"Good." Jackson reached back, groping for his hand. "'Cause otherwise, what's the point of having a boyfriend with a dick that size?"

Danny huffed out a half-laugh and squeezed Jackson's hand.

"It's like they were saying in the bathroom," Jackson added. "A dick like that, I need it in me."

"Go to sleep, Jackson," Danny said, but for some reason, his voice was a little hoarse.

"But you'll --"

"Yeah," Danny interrupted. "Next time. Go to sleep, you can play with your new toy tomorrow, Jesus."

Jackson laughed into the pillow, and Danny felt warm all over, pleased with the world, as he wrapped his arms tighter around Jackson and finally fell asleep.