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“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
Stiles didn’t realize that he was the one who’d spoken until Jordan slowly turned around and looked at him with a gobsmacked expression. Because he was an adult, he made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a high-pitched meep, which was even more embarrassing than the fact that he’d just called Jordan hot.
“Oh my God,” he breathed.
Then, he squeezed his eyes shut and believed really hard that he was literally anywhere else.
It didn’t work.
Ugh, why was magic like that?!
Jordan cleared his throat, and when Stiles slowly blinked his eyes open, the older man was still staring at him.
Shit.
“Uh… like temperature hot?” Stiles squeaked, his voice raising to a previously unreached pitch. “Like you’re literally steaming.”
Which was true! Jordan had just been on fire, so now he was steaming since it was a kinda cool night. So cool that Stiles was wearing layers! Jordan wasn’t, since he was naked. He actually got naked often enough that most of them had gotten kinda desensitized to it since it was pretty hard to keep your clothes on when you ignited.
Jordan didn’t react for several seconds. He didn’t react for so many seconds that Stiles thought maybe his magical wish actually had come true, and he was now invisible. He quickly looked down at his hands—well, he could still see them, but he’d probably be able to see them even if he was invisible, right?
Before he could try to moonwalk out of there, Jordan raised an eyebrow.
“Oh shit, I’m not invisible,” Stiles whispered, his eyes going wide.
Ugh, why did the universe have to be so against him? What had he ever done besides all the things he’d ever done? He deserved better!
But then, before he could say anything more embarrassing, Jordan stalked across the clearing they were both standing in.
It was literally the hottest thing Stiles had ever seen in his entire life, considering one: Jordan was beautiful; two: Jordan was still smoking from the fire that had been wrapped around him only minutes ago as he tore apart the griffon that had tried to kill him; and three: Jordan was naked.
And while Stiles was trying to be respectful and keep his eyes up, there was only so much he could do with the way Jordan was strutting towards him.
Holy shit Jordan was strutting towards him!
Before Stiles had a chance to really freak out about the fact that he was obviously going to die when Jordan killed him for being a creep and not keeping his eyes above the waist and complimenting him inappropriately, Jordan was cupping his face and kissing him.
Which caused Stiles’ brain to bluescreen.
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These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.
Error. Error. Error.
Thankfully Stiles managed to get with the program when Jordan nipped at his bottom lip. Oh yeah, he found all the pages as he started kissing back with everything he had inside him. College had taught him a lot of things and he basically had a degree in locking lips. Kissing a naked, charred Jordan in the middle of the woods was a little different than trading tipsy kisses with strangers, but he was at least slightly prepared.
Which was good, ‘cause kissing Jordan was rocking his entire world.
Reaching out, he gently wrapped his hands around Jordan’s ribs so he could pull him a little closer. He shivered at the warmth radiating off Jordan’s skin, trailing his hands down then sliding them back up and wrapping them around Jordan’s back to tug him in even closer as their kiss drew on and on.
Even though they were kissing, he tried to keep his wandering hands from wandering too far, since Jordan was, after all, naked.
Eventually, he had to pull away for air, and he let out a startled peal of laughter when Jordan pressed a series of light kisses into his jaw before finally pulling back. He looked beautiful, his eyes heavy and his lashes long and dark. They were basically the same height, so it was easy to catch Jordan’s gaze.
When their eyes met, Jordan’s were burning a fiery orange that was casting a glow on his cheekbones and making him look more beautiful than ever.
“Wow,” Stiles breathed.
“Yeah,” Jordan agreed quietly, sounding just as dazed as Stiles felt when he echoed him with, “wow.”
Wow indeed.