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Scott grumbled incoherently, eyes still firmly shut and brows drawn together, head pounding as he raised a hand to cover his face to keep the light from blinding him. The light never usually filtered in through his windows so brightly, so the fact that it was bothering him and he hadn’t even opened his eyes yet was a bit confusing.
Rolling to his back, the alpha realized he was sore in ways he hadn’t felt in years, joints stiff and achy like he’d laid too long on a hard surface. He stretched, bones creaking and popping as he finally opened his eyes, brows furrowing even more as he stared at the ceiling fan; a ceiling fan that wasn’t his.
Blinking slowly, Scott rolled his head to the side and his eyes landed on Stiles, sleeping as peacefully as ever just next to him, naked and slobbering on his pillow. He continued to stare for a moment, smacking his lips quietly in a feeble attempt to get rid of his morning breath and suddenly his eyes widened, the entirety of the situation actually dawning on him.
Stiles was in bed with him and they were both naked. The alpha went to move backwards, flailing slightly in an attempt to get away and he fell from the bed he didn’t remember getting in, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
“Fuck,” The alpha groaned miserably, left leg still propped up on the bed as the rest of him laid on the floor.
Stiles sat up suddenly, looking around with his eyes closed and he stretched, “Hm? Who’s there? I’m up, I’m-”
He stopped as he opened his eyes and raised a brow, reaching over to the leg and poking it curiously, “Scott?” He asked in confusion, glancing down at his own body before his cheeks heated.
Oh God, they’d had sex? Like, they actually had sex? And he’d missed it? He couldn’t even remember the night before, things got blurry and the last thing he could remember was their start on the second round of shots, when Lydia had dropped her earring into his glass and he’d accidentally swallowed it.
Stiles moved to the edge of the bed and looked down over it, grinning at the twist of Scott’s body, “So... I’m gonna go on a limb and guess I fucked your brains out, and now your having a bad case of bottom legs.”
Scott narrowed his eyes at Stiles - as if to say ‘not funny’ - and propped himself up on his elbows, grimacing at the slight sting of pain, “I don’t think so,” He playfully shoved at Stiles’s face, “More like I had a momentary freak out and fell.” He didn’t really remember much of last night at the moment, but he liked to think they were both handling it pretty well, considering he woke up in the same bed as his best friend... Naked.
The alpha snagged the sheet from the bed and pulled it to cover his groin, “Dude, how hammered were we?” His eyes widened slightly and he spluttered, trying to back pedal, “Not that I’d have to be hammered to do you, man, that’s not what I meant!”
He winced at Stiles and laid back down on the floor, head thudding against it as he sighed at himself, “I’m just gonna stay down here.”
Stiles grinned wide and he snaked down, joining Scott on the floor as he laid on top of his friend, not even bothering to cover himself, “I’m not gonna lie, I don’t remember like... Any of it at all. Whether it takes you that much alcohol to finally wanna have sex with me or not, apparently it wasn’t memorable enough for me to even remember,” He teased, staring at the messy state of the werewolf’s hair.
Now that he’d moved some, he could definitely tell that he’d been the bottom - only his ass had never been in such a state before. It ached like all Hell and even his first time hadn’t hurt so bad, but he didn’t mention it, the last thing Scott needed was some kind of ego boost relating to his dick.
Scott’s eyes widened minutely and he had to take a deep, calming breath to keep himself in control, to keep himself from getting hard under Stiles, “First of all,” He said, raising his brows at his friend and trying not to smile, “I’ll have you know any and all sex with me is memorable, it’s not my fault you can’t remember it. And second of all, what the shit do you mean by ‘whether it takes me that much alcohol to finally wanna bone you’, huh?” He took a little liberty with the wording, but it was essentially the same.
The alpha’s eyes drifted down to a stray eye lash on Stiles’s cheek and he reached up to brush it away with his thumb, “I can’t read minds, man. I’m a little slow on the uptake sometimes, you know that... Probably better than anyone.”
“I dunno, you’ve been playing the straight card for years, apparently I don’t know you well at all, considering we had sex last night,” Stiles stared into Scott’s eyes for a solid moment, lips pressed together before he slowly smiled impishly, “Or maybe you’re not actually interested in men at all. Maybe you were just drunk enough to ignore the hardware. You topped, and that’s just anal sex, at that point, you could do that with anyone, man or woman. It’s bottoming, taking that submissive role with a man that makes it so different, something that a straight man can’t really ignore - taking it up the ass... Or sucking a guy’s dick. Maybe you’re not actually gay at all.”
Scott stared at Stiles and chuckled after a moment, “I can’t believe you! You’re actually trying to con me into bottoming or sucking your dick, aren’t you?”
He shook his head, hands absentmindedly lifting to rest on Stiles’s hips as he shrugged and wetted his lips, “Why do I have to be gay, or straight, or even have a title at all? Can’t I just fuck who I wanna fuck without labeling myself, regardless of the fuckee’s hardware?”
Stiles leaned in and pressed his lips to Scott’s, smirking to himself at the firm touch of the hands on his hips and he pulled back quickly after, “I’m not gonna bottom for you every time, just so you know - I may look like a bottom, and you may be assuming that I’m a bottom, but I’m not. I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll actually have bottom legs.”
He didn’t really care either way, but he also didn’t like the idea of being stuck underneath for the rest of his life, if that was what this was leading to, it was best to stamp it out now, before Scott assumed some kind of position with him.
Scott closed his eyes for the kiss - as brief as it was - and although he’d hardly responded to it, he wanted more. When he reopened his eyes, Stiles had already pulled back, and he blinked slowly as he stared at his friend, “I never said I wanted you to bottom every time,” He said numbly, somewhat anxious that they were eluding to the fact that there would be a next time.
Although he’d been trying to not get hard under the weight of Stiles’s ass pressed to his groin, the imagery that came along with his friend’s words was just a little too much, and he could feel his length twitch in interest.
“Good, I’m just making sure you’re thinking realistically,” Stiles breathed as he stared at Scott, swallowing as he shifted up, pulling the sheet away before pressing their bodies together again.
He rolled his hips slightly, watching his friend’s face curiously as he smoothed his hand up Scott’s chest, right thumb circling around the other man’s nipple, “I can’t help but to note,” He started, lips ghosting over Scott’s as he breathed calmly, “That you knotted me last night.”
Scott’s breath hitched, dick hardening even more when Stiles moved atop him, “I- I did?” He asked, lips brushing his friend’s when he spoke. He kept his hands firmly in place on the other man’s hips, almost afraid to move them.
Just then, it was like he got a brief glimpse into the night before, almost as if he could actually hear Stiles moaning his name, “Fuck... I did.”
Knotting wasn’t really something he took lightly, either. As serious as things had been with both Allison and Erin at one point in time, he’d never even knotted them.
“I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?” The alpha asked worriedly, laying stock-still beneath Stiles aside from his throbbing length.
“My ass has definitely seen better days,” Stiles admitted, because he knew that if he chalked it up and lied, Scott would know, “It’s been a while since a guy’s been able to make me burn, and that’s not including the hiatus I’ve been on. I like it, kinda missed it, honestly.”
He shifted atop Scott, spreading the other man’s legs with his torso as Stiles settled himself between them, leaning up to lick at Scott’s bottom lip, “It’s not really the same without that ache.”
Scott tried not to whimper, but he failed miserably and tentatively flicked Stiles’s tongue with his own, eyes wide as he watched his friend, “What’s it feel like?” He asked curiously, hands finally moving to skim up the other man’s sides. He wasn’t really used to having someone perched between his legs, but it wasn’t necessarily an unpleasant experience. If anything, he found himself excited - nervous, but definitely excited.
“What? Anal sex, or being knotted?” Stiles asked back, hands dropping down between them before spreading out along the insides of Scott’s thighs as he rested his chest atop his friend’s and rolled their hips together again, “I don’t remember being knotted really, just the kinda burn and filling of it, and the burn now. If you’re talking about anal sex, it really depends on the guy... Or the dildo, or whatever you’re putting up there - fingers,” He breathed along the shell of Scott’s left ear, “A tongue."
"It can be soft and wet, or long and smooth, it can burn, it can feel like someone’s trying to rip you open from your anal cavity, or like lightening strikes up your backside. If it’s done right, it can feel so amazing that you almost lose feeling in your feet, or like your coming and not coming at the same time, like a horribly prolonged orgasm.”
Scott was somewhat torn with the description, more stuck on the painful sounding part of it than anything, “So if it’s done right... It won’t hurt?” He asked tentatively, which felt awkward. He’d come a long way in accepting his role as a true alpha, and here he was, laying beneath his best friend, anxious to feel something he’d never felt before.
“Because if I let you... If I let you fuck me and it hurts,” He smiled warningly, “All of our bro dates for the next month are cancelled, dude, I swear to God. No gaming after work, no pizza, no hanging out. Nada.”
“Pft, it almost always hurts, it’s nearly impossible not to - especially the first time,” Stiles said in an attempt to reassure Scott, though he wasn’t really sure how it’d be reassuring, “I don’t have a small dick, not by any stretch of the imagination, so that doesn’t help, but I’ll make it as painless as possible. By the time I’m done, you won’t even care about the pain.”
He started to say something else when his cell phone’s violent trill sounded from downstairs and Stiles narrowed his brows as it rang, “Who the fuck?”
Scott groaned and rolled his eyes, “Shit, it’s probably Isaac or Allison, we told them we’d help clean up, didn’t we?” Just his luck, essentially asking to be fucked. It only made sense that they’d be interrupted. The alpha rolled them both, so quickly it honestly made him a little light headed - and squirmed a little in Stiles’s lap.
“We could ignore them,” He suggested, surprising himself by pushing his nobility to the side in favor of getting laid, “Fuck, who am I kidding, Allison would have us both by the balls.”
Scott pouted and mustered up enough courage to lean down to kiss Stiles, lingering for a moment, “Maybe after?” He asked, trying not to sound too hopeful as he pressed his forehead to Stiles’s.
“Definitely after,” Stiles confirmed as he wrapped his arms around Scott’s neck, “So many times after, so many positions after, so many lazy morning blow jobs after, so many shower sex fantasies after. But I like my balls where they are, and unscathed by Allison, so we shouldn’t stand her up.”
He pressed a few kisses along Scott’s neck, his left hand smacking his friend’s ass as he smirked, “But after, this ass is mine.”