The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son
.Chapter 3: the thought of him.“Get in the car,” Derrick ordered circling around it and getting in as Jordan scrambled to get inside.He looked around, his amber brown eyes looking dark in the dim light, and his posture speaking nervousness and confusion.“Why are you out walking around?”“Whatever happens in Beacon Hills? The last murder was over a year ago and no one is going to come near me and attempt rape now are they?” he muttered opening the cap and sniffing it gingerly.Derrick watched out of the corner of his eye when Jordan knocked it back with a big gulp before gagging. The snort of laughter escaped him before he realised and frowned staring forward.“Hey! It’s strong and who the hell buys vodka straight?!” Jordan demanded looking at him. “Are you taking me home?”“Yes, I don’t want to be arrested for soliciting a minor with a bottle of vodka. You might want to slow down,” Derrick answered watching him drink it like water.“You’re the one who bought it,” Jordan replied with a soft snort. “I just wanted to get out, go for a walk, and distract myself for thinking about the shitty day. It’s better than sitting with my laptop watching reruns of Breaking Bad and eating too many Doritos.”“So vodka is the alternative,” Derrick muttered feeling amusement tickle him inside when he parked further down the street and looked at him. “Get out, get into bed, and go to sleep, Jordan. That can be used daily.”Jordan answered by taking another swig of his bottle and glaring at him before getting out. Derrick stopped him though when he noticed the small bead of it still on his lip and reached out slowly stroking his thumb across his bottom lip.He wasn’t foolish when he noticed the way Jordan’s breathing grew shallower when he looked at him up through his lashes.“You missed a spot,” he muttered before slipping his thumb in between his own lips and sucking.Derrick resisted the urge to smirk when Jordan gulped watching him and fumbled nearly falling out of the car.“T – Thanks for the…you know,” Jordan said gesturing at the car before staring at him. “You didn’t have to.”“I could never leave the Sheriff’s kid out in the cold.”“It’s not just that though,” Jordan admitted shaking his head back and forth slowly.Derrick pressed his tongue against his bottom teeth considering him before leaning forward and pointing at the house.“You’re welcome, now go, before a search party is called.”Jordan nodded quickly as he stepped back with a slight stumble in his step when he slammed the car door behind him.Derrick watched and waited silently when Jordan walked to the house stopping only once to look back at him before walking around the side of his house. He pulled away driving back home still smelling the lingering smells of vodka and his axe deodorant.It probably wasn’t the best decision making and instead of probably being fucked into the mattress right now he was buying a teenager alcohol and taking him home.Derrick sighed deeply as he pressed the pedal down harder speeding through the streets and prayed he wasn’t pulled over.He was in no mood for spending another night in the cells for drinking whilst driving.~*~~*~Jordan sat on his bed reeling when he kept the vodka bottle between his legs, his lips touching his tingling lip, and listening to his dad’s snores downstairs.His cock was half hard and aching to be touched when he fell back against the cushions. It had been a spontaneous decision when he got out of the house after his dad fell asleep on the couch. It was cold when he walked down the streets and headed in any direction.That direction remarkably led him to Derrick and now here he was tipsy and horny. He gingerly placed the bottle on the floor before closing his eyes and unbuttoning his jeans.His hands were cold when he shoved them down to his knees with his underwear and slid his fingers over his cock teasing it and stroking it till he was hard.Jordan thought of Derrick, he thought of the way he looked tonight in leather and a purple top, his eyes amused and thoughtful when they looked at him, and his thumb on his lip.Jordan brought his legs up when he spread his legs wide slowly stroking his hand up and down his cock slowly, his fingers teasing the head feeling moisture.His breathing came out raggedy when his other hand moved down to stroke over his hole and quickly reached under his pillow for the lube.The first lubricated finger was the burn he needed when he gasped imagining Derrick pinning him to the bed, his stubble burning his cheeks and lips in the best way, his hands stroking over his skin and bringing him to the brink.Jordan moaned working his hand up and down his shaft faster whilst working his other fingers inside of him. The heat intense when sweat covered his back and inner thighs in a thin sheen.His mind bringing him over when he imagined Derrick’s cock breaching him, filling him up, and completing him.It was intense in the best way when he crooked the two fingers inside of him and gasped throwing back his head when he climaxed. Come splattered his chest when his legs and thighs shook, his eyes clenched closed as he moaned quietly, and removed his fingers.The wet squelch filled the bedroom when he wiped them on the bed cover and breathed hearing his heartbeat in his ears.The come settled and cooled on his chest and stomach when he looked down and winced standing up to pull on his underwear and get a towel from the bathroom.There was that sense of comfort and tiredness when he got back into the bedroom and climbed under the covers feeling better.Derrick’s face filled his version when sleep welcomed him and despite the release longed for the real thing. Time would tell in the end...TBCThe Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 4: pool of interest .Jordan’s eyes burned when he stare at the laptop screen and sighed deeply as he tossed his head back to stare at the ceiling. It was tiring and he pouted looking into his drawer to find the stashed bottle of vodka and pulled it out to see it still empty. The small part of him wishing it was full died and he stared out of the window feeling that itch of boredom and loneliness. It had been four days since he last saw Derrick and he wanted to find him again. It was difficult when they didn’t know each other and he couldn’t just walk up and say hello like a normal person.It wasn’t like he could talk to anyone about this and his best friend was no help at all at the moment. His little “love story” was up and going and it all started when Shawn crashed into her by accident and books went everywhere. Hands brushed, eye contact was shared, and Jordan gagged throughout the whole story when Shawn recited it with heart eyes.
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 5: being desirable .“I wasn’t meant to be born into the world sexy and desirable…not like you,” Jordan murmured giving him a sidelong glance.“Me?”“Don’t be naïve, you know how you look! You have all the girls and hell even some of the guys falling for your ass because you’re gorgeous and hot and act all mysterious and angry. You’re the hottest guy here,” Jordan ranted and stopped feeling his cheeks flush with colour when he realised what his mouth had spouted out. “Oh my god, ignore that, please ignore that.”“I don’t think I want to,” Derrick murmured softly leaning forward and into his personal space.“I’m drunk, so, so drunk, and you smell so good,” Jordan muttered and cursed his mouth, his words, and everything he held dear to look at his lips. “It’s nice, musky, but not overwhelming like – like in your face and choking me. It’s so good and your mouth looks awesome.”“Stiles, shut up,” Derrick murmured meeting his eyes.“I told you
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 6: almost caught .Jordan’ dreams were a mixture of nightmares and something hidden when he attempted to claw his way to consciousness. He knew something was wrong and forced his eyes open feeling warm but his head protested something fierce along with his bladder. There was also something warm and solid next to him when he looked over his shoulder to see Derrick fast asleep. The place was dark apart from the street lights outside lighting the place enough for him to see.“Oh my god,” he breathed as he sat up and groaned despite his protesting head. “Oh shit!”“Oh this is not happening! This can’t be happening,” Jordan hissed picking up his fallen cell phone to see two missed phone calls from Shawn and his dad, two messages from his dad asking him where he was. It also informed him it was seven thirty and his bladder was protesting awfully. He hurried away to the bathroom staring into the bowl as he pissed and massaged his temples.Jorda
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 7: see what’s happening here .Jordan Smith was never the self-conscious type but going to school that Monday with nothing to hide them with people stared. In the end he told Shawn he went to a bar using his fake ID and slept over at the strange guys house. It gained a telling off from Shawn who scolded him for being stupid. He kept the truth with him and he liked that. It was his secret to bear and he slapped at Anna’s fingers when she poked at them that lunchtime.“Tramp stamp,” she said with a smirk. “He did his number on you, are you going to see him again?”“Hopefully,” Jordan muttered stroking his hand over his neck and checking his phone for the hundredth time that day to see if he texted him back. There was no luck and he sighed deeply pocketing it.“Are you ever going to tell me who it was?” Shawn questioned staring at Anna instead of him.“Who? Jordan’s new guy,” a new voice said and Jordan looked up when Laura Myers appeared li
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 8: hot then you are cold .Derrick turned his head to the side and stroked his fingers over the mark Jordan had left him with a small sigh. It was red with a hint of purple and it would stand out for days until it faded. It had already raised questions within Demi and his group. Ella had been curious and prodded him about who the man or woman was whilst Ian and Boyd remained unaffected for the most part. How could he tell them that he got drunk with a seventeen year old before they drunkenly made out and he gave him a blow job? It wouldn’t be the easiest conversation to have with them. It had been four days since he saw him last and his cell phone had blown up with texts from him.Derrick responded back to him when he wanted to of course but they were short, almost snappy in words, and he didn’t know how to face him, not yet. His thoughts were distracted from him when the front door opened and Demi walked in looking troubled and confused
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 9: algebra helps with a heartbreak .The music was still blasting when he walked in to get changed and he sighed deeply shredding his clothes and pulling out the drawer under his bed. He pulled on everything black from his jeans, his t-shirt, and leather jacket.The bar wasn’t full when he got there but there was the regulars dotted around. They stared at him, the men watched him, the women whispered, and each one of them held their own opinion. It was funny really. They saw what he wore, his car, and what he did of a night and a weekend and he was the bad guy. Derrick grinned at the women sitting in the corner watching him with narrowed eyes. He ordered three vodka shots and downed them all enjoying the burn. In the end though it didn’t get Jordan’s eye’s out of his head, the scent of his deodorant, his lips pink and kissable and the marks on his neck from no one else but him.He was relieved when the doors blew open revealing Ella weari
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 10: shampoo and a mix of berries .The branches whipped at him when he ran through the woods, the scent of ash and burning wood filling his nostrils when he ran away from it. Their screaming echoed in his ears when his feet hit the ground, the branches cracking, the leaves crackling, and he felt sick. Every time he turned he could see it, the fire roaring through his childhood home, the screams of his family burning inside there and doing nothing to get them out. There was a tugging at his hand when he turned to stare at it before looking up to see Laura staring at him, her eyes expressionless, her lips a pale blue, and pain written into her features.“It’s your fault,” she whispered over and over again so it slammed into him when he ripped his hand away running. “It’s your fault, Derrick! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”Her screaming echoed in his ears when he tripped falling to the ground only to open his eyes breathing hard and instead of seeing
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 11: in the woods . Jordan Smith was comfortable, his dreams nothing more than a blank page, but his body felt stiff from the cold. He cursed himself for leaving the window open but something felt different, his pillow firmer, the smell of a familiar cologne clouding his senses, and birds tweeting in the distance. It was a shock to blink his eyes open to see trees ahead of him and his cheek pressed into the shoulder of Derrick who was asleep also. Jordan was honestly speechless when he looked at Derrick and himself in surprise. His body curled towards him, Derrick’s arm holding him against his body, and they were currently sleeping outdoors. The sky already light meaning it must be around eight or nine in the morning.“What…” Jordan murmured shifting a little to sit up and stare around. “Derrick!”Derrick grunted rubbing his face with his hand adorably before opening his eyes and staring at him in confusion. His eyes narrowed before he s