#scottmcdork

"Alright, if everybody wants to go ahead and gather 'round. We can get started," Sheriff Stilinski announced, clapping his hands together to get the station's attention.  Stiles was sitting on his desk with a doughnut in one hand and coffee in the other, nursing a mild hangover, but for the most part, he was fairly pleasant considering the awesome orgasm he'd gotten last night.  All in all, successful trip out.

The sheriff nodded for everyone to be quiet; Stiles turned his attention to his phone.  "I wanted to formally welcome our newest deputy to the force this morning. He just got into town yesterday so be sure you help show him around town a bit. He's a transfer from another prescient so he already knows his way around - this is Scott McCall, everyone."

Stiles glanced up from his phone to see the new deputy in town... and spit his coffee all down the front of his uniform, nearly falling off the edge of his desk.  A few people turned to look at him, but he was too busy having flashbacks to that very handsome, dark man's naked torso pressed up against his last night and oh shit he was in so much more trouble than he thought. 

"Stiles? You alright, son?" his father asked.

"Oh yeah, great. Just... went down the wrong pipe, is all," he squeaked, still staring at Scott.

"Okay well, come meet your new partner, will you?"

Stiles spluttered like a fish out of water.  "New what? Parrish is my partner!"

"Parrish was your training officer and he's transferred, that's why Scott's here. Do you listen to anything I tell you?" he eyed his son with an annoyed glare.

"You're the worst boss ever," Stiles mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"