Until he goes striding into the sheriff's station ass naked, revenge the only thing on his mind.

It doesn't occur to him until much, much later (like, post Mexico, back at work, standing in front of the Sheriff delivering the lunch Stiles dropped off later) that the Sheriff saw him. Saw it. 

And suddenly he's fumbling the lunch onto the Sheriff's desk, face bright red, stammering out apologies.

John doesn't even flinch, just nails him with a sure look, freezing Jordan in place from where he'd been scrambling to right the cup of pens he knocked over.

"Deputy, your genitalia doesn't have any impact on your position here. You're a damn good cop, Parrish. I don't care what's in between your thighs."

Except that like...Parrish kinda wants him to? He's always liked older men, men who were in control. And the Sheriff ticks off every single one of those boxes. 

And now he knows the guy doesn't have any issue with his parts.

AND SO STARTS THE SEDUCTION OF SHERIFF JOHN STILINSKI.

It shockingly doesn't take much? Like, John hasn't really dated or fucked around in a very, very long time but he's certainly not dead and he knows when he's being flirted with.

(Esp because Parrish is so. not. smooth about it at all like omg did you ever flirt with someone before at any point in your life you little twink?)

But when it all comes down to it, Parrish is still shy? Like, just because he got the guy he wanted doesn't magically make his issues with his own body go away. So John has to coax him out of his pants, out of his underwear, and Parrish still lays there on his back with his knees practically glued together. 

Except, that's not actually an effective way to hide a cunt. So John just lays flat, grinding his cock into the mattress for just a bit of relief because god does he wanna pin this beautiful boy to the bed with his dick, and licks right into that small slit. 

And Parrish. Goes. Wild.

Because he grew up thinking he was a freak, not a rare gem. So he never even touched himself down there unless it was a cursory pass of soap during a shower. And John's tongue feels like a brand and he just lets his knees fall porn-star wide, letting John eat him out until he's screaming and clutching the bedsheets and so wet he feels like it's gonna drip off him.

John wouldn't fuck him then, though, I think. Just lick and suck until Parrish is a sobbing mess of boy, letting him wrap his hand around his dick when Parrish insists, jerking him off with shaky fingers.