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The sun restores the cheerfulness to their moods after three loathsome days. Despite the crisp autumn temperatures, its heat breaking through the cloud lines is pleasant on their faces.
For once the boys don’t have practice.
Scott squints as he stares up at the welcome beams, the fresh tickle on the air invigorating.
Now if he could only get a moment of quiet.
Stiles hasn’t stopped talking since last bell. The words spill out of his mouth like confetti. Bless him, because Scott secretly loves it. There’s very little about Stiles’ little tics and unusual behaviors that doesn’t make the Alpha’s heart leap into his chest with affection.
And love.
But that is a confession he isn’t ready to make to anyone… especially the object of these same feelings. (Not yet, anyway). He’s only recently come to terms with his sexuality, so that is already an enormous step in what isn’t a straightforward process.
Today it isn’t annoyance with Stiles that shortens the leash on his patience, it’s just exhaustion. He hasn’t slept well and has been working more shifts at the clinic to help at home. The bills keep piling up and his Mom looks so tired from all those night shifts.
The Alpha could use a break (and some silence!) so if he hears the word “party” one more time escaping Stile’s lips he will scream bloody murder.
“So are you or are you not going to the party? Cuz you haven’t been exact in your answer, Scott.”
And there it is again, Scott thinks. God help me.
Stiles is gesticulating madly, cinnamon eyes flitting between his best friend and where he’s stepping next.
The Alpha just stares at him, plump mouth in a crooked smile.
“Stiles…”
What’s the point? When he’s like this Stilinski doesn’t listen.
He’s definitely being extra today…. and particularly spazzy. Scott picks up on every little quirk by now- the guy is his best friend after all.
“I need to know I won’t be there alone. I mean, I know I won’t be there alone alone-”
Stiles realizes it he’s doing it by the way Scott’s forehead creases and the depth of his uneven sighs.
But he can’t stop. He’s well aware he’s been nervous around the wolf lately- ever since he had a wet dream one night a few weeks back. Much came of that. First of all, he didn’t mind the sexy dream at all. Second, waking up to stained sheets and Scott’s name on his lips was a confirmation of what’d he’d been digesting for a while: he has a huge crush on his closest buddy. So much so he thinks he might be in love.
Scott bends his sooty head, trying to avert his gaze from Stile’s busy mouth. His hand grasps his shoulder firmly over the soft curve.
The reaction is twofold- Stiles glances at it strangely, as if it were some alien appendage that didn’t belong there but NEEDED to be there… its warmth immediately searing into his skin despite his flannel shirt.
On the flip side, Scott’s eyebrows knit. He swallows hard.
Neither can help but enjoy this unexpected touch.
“Stiles. Stiles. CALM DOWN.”
He doesn’t see it because he’s busy freaking out, but Scott’s black almond eyes fill with shifting stars.
“Have you taken your meds?” he asks in a strained voice.
Digits tighten their grip and Stiles moans low enough for Scott to pick up on the vibration.
“Stiles, everything okay?”
Oh my God! Stiles panics silently.
Why does everything take on a clean brightness when Scott’s around?
Running a hand through his chocolate locks, Stiles stops to draw a chest-expanding breath.
He shakes his head.
“To answer your questions in order, Scott: No, I haven’t taken them. I forgot them at home. And… um… yeah, everything’s great.” If great is I’m in love with you and we’re best friends and I’m terrified I’m going to lose you if I tell you.
Desperate to change the subject as his groin tightens and his pulse races, he returns to the argument at hand.
“But listen about the party…”
Scott realizes he’s been holding Stiles’ shoulder for a little too long. His arm drops. Stiles nearly whines in disappointment at the loss of touch.
“Oh my god, Stiles… if you say party one more time…”
The Alpha’s voice may be a crescendo, but he’s grinning like a fool. Stiles is so adorable when he’s anxious. Which is pretty much all the time, so yeah… Stiles is adorable all the time?
Scott would be deceiving himself if he didn’t admit that he’s had strong feelings for the doe-eyed brunette. How fitting that his first boy crush is also his closest childhood friend.
Sure, that’s easy to manage, right?
“Yes. I’m going to the party Stiles. I’m going to the stupid party. And I asked that new girl Brianne to come with me.”
Stiles’ petal lips had curled into a smile at “Yes” and wither back down into a frown at “Brianne.”
He takes a step back, snapping his head in offense.
“BRIANNE? What kind of name is that?! That’s not a name, that’s a French cheese. Well thanks,” he throws his hands up. “Now I have to ask someone last minute so I don’t look like the lone wolf. No offense.”
He waves away the afterthought.
The only reason Scott didn’t ask Stiles is because he hasn’t come out yet. And is Stiles even gay or bi? No one knows him better, but this is something so deeply personal that not even Scott has had the courage to ask.
Who can forget Stiles’ lifelong infatuation with Lydia, but then for a brief time he seemed taken with Derek Hale? This is a mystery, and despite not wanting to live in a world of labels, he needs to at least be certain there’s a chance before putting himself on the line like that.
Scott scratches into his dark waves and bites his lower lip.
“We’re not dating, Stiles. It’s just a date.”
A scent of disappointment and annoyance permeates the air between them.
Stiles scoffs. “Yeah. Date with a French cheese. That will probably lead to more dates because she’s so desperate to be with the captain of the lacrosse team that–“
Scott is wondering if his speculation is in vain. Is the actual reason behind Stiles’ fit precisely the prospect of this being true?
Is he upset about being alone or is he upset that Scott is going with someone that isn’t him?
Fuck it. Before he can stop himself, he blurts it out.
“Stiles, did you want to go to this party with me?”
Dark murky eyes scan his face in seriousness.
No. The Alpha is not joking.
It’s precisely the ray of hope he reads in his friend’s gaze that makes Stiles’ mouth paralyze, trapping the next sarcastic comment behind his teeth.
It’s just agape now, open like he’s trying to catch a thrown Cheeto.
“Wha? What?!”
Scott meets his gorgeous eyes steadily, and despite his pounding heart he can’t and above all doesn’t want to take back what he said.
They’ve made it to Stiles’ jeep which is parked in the middle of the school parking lot and this conversation is happening now. Like it or not.
“Stiles,” Scott’s voice drops to barely above a whisper. “Did you want to be my date to the party? Is this why you’re so upset?”
Lips are moving, but nothing is coming out. Stiles is sure his pulse is racing so fast it looped back around to not thrumming at all.
“Please say something, Stiles,” Scott wants to scream. “Stiles?”
Scott has that goofy sad puppy look on his face and it’s taking all of Stiles’ will not to lunge and just kiss him.
“Whyyyyy…” he drags out the word as he pulls on his ear “why would you ask me that? Do you want to be my date to the party? I mean, is that a possibility? I mean… are you asking because it’s something you’d consider.. I mean…”
Aaaannnd he’s back.
“Stiles, Stiles… you’re babbling again. Stop.” Scott’s hand claims his shoulder once more.
Oh Holy God.
His best friend glues his lips shut and waits. Stiles’ body is visibly trembling, Scott can see it but also feel the sparks.
Aside from the smell of crushed leaves and fireplaces burning wood, Scott picks up on something else.
It’s strong enough to make his nostrils flare and his cock stir.
Arousal.
Stiles likes him back, he was right!
The Alpha has nothing to lose now. Sure, the parking lot after school isn’t the place he thinks he’d be coming out, but here goes everything.
“Yes, Stiles. I would like to be your date to the party.” The calmness underlines he’s trying to calm the man in front of him in kind, (but also himself).
“Going to the party with you is something very possible. If you want to.”
Stiles’ redwood eyes saucer and he gasps.
“Are you serious? This isn’t a prank? Because if this is a prank, Scott, it’s like extremely mean because you’d be just like Danny teasing me and that’s just cruel…”
“OH MY GOD STILES!” all the words pitch an octave higher.
Is Stilinski kidding him with this?!
“This isn’t a prank! I like you, Stiles. Okay? Like… I like you, like you.”
Twisting his hands together, he kicks one converse into the other. Stiles rakes into his hair and makes a weird movement with his other hand.
Jesus, what are we in middle school? Just tell me how you feel already!
Scott clears his throat, studying him from under half-closed lids.
“Look, Stiles. What I mean is I’ve had feelings for you for a while. Romantic ones. I’m… I’m bi and you’re my first male crush. I just wasn’t sure about your feelings… if you were…”
He leaves that hanging there.
“Of course. Of course I want to! Of course. I mean, I’m just…. “ Stiles takes a few seconds as it all sinks in. It’s like he’s incredulous, mouth opening and closing like a fish desperate for the sea out of which he’s been plucked.
Scott advances a couple inches. “I’d really like to go to the party with you and not Miss French Cheese so if you still want to–“
Stiles’ ashen expression worries Scott. He looks like he’s about to pass out. “You okay?”
Stiles nods. Gives me a smile that sends his pulses wild and when Stiles sucks in his pert lip so hard it throbs…
“I like you, Scott. Romantically and otherwise. I have for a while. I was just afraid to tell you, too. I didn’t know how you’d react and we’re best friends and we’ve never even discussed ..”
Suddenly the people passing them by disappear. It’s like a spotlight has been shone only on them and the rest is a darkened stage.
Scott figures Stiles will never shut up. Ever. And he wouldn’t have him any other way.
Taking a few staggering steps forward, hands held out in front of him, Scott grabs Stiles’ face and kisses him. This first kiss is a press of soft flesh- warm and sweet. It settles like a sigh and Jesus if they don’t feel it in their wobbly knees.
There are still students mulling around the parking lot, and someone nearby cheers. A moment later they hear a penetrating voice.
“Stilinski! McCall! I always knew you two were gay for each other. Congratulations, boys! You’ve made Coach proud!”
Finstock. Finstock driving past in his crappy car at the precise moment of Scott and Stiles’ first kiss.
Outstanding.
For a moment they break apart to acknowledge him, awkwardly waving. Bobby mutters, “Atta boy, Stilinski…” and with a wink pulls out of the lot.
“Great,” Scott hides his smile between pursed lips. “Now even Coach knows.”
“Well,” Stiles shrugs, lips still burning from the contact, “our bad for doing this here.”
Raising a finger to the air, he smirks. “Speakin of…”
A second later, they crash into each other again. Oblivious to their surroundings, Stiles deepens the kiss, smothering their mouths with such demand their noses scrunch.
Scott’s plump lips cover Stiles, sucking whatever he can, tongue slick as it explores the gap of their mouths.
Someone from afar yells, “Get a room!”
This shakes them back into reality. It’s when the Alpha growls that Stiles perceives the hardness against his thigh. Very close to his own growing sex.
Both interrupt the kiss. It’s getting dangerously hot, and this was entertainment enough for a crowd of high schoolers (and their Coach, who will give them shit for this on Monday).
Scott is smiling widely, lips bruised and slick.
“Well, we got the first kiss out of the way. Should be less awkward now.”
The ache in his throat is making it hard to speak.
“I vote we do that again as soon as possible. That was amazing.”
Scott agrees, his insides twisted up into a knot. “We can. We will. And we have a lot to talk about. Unfortunately, I’m already late to the vet clinic, Stiles.” Baby. He was about to call him baby!
The distraction is to check his watch.
“Yeah, it is getting late. I promised my Dad I’d drop by the station on the way home. So… um…. Just to clarify… we are going to that party or are you still taking French Cheese?”
The Alpha chuckles, holding his belly so the butterflies don’t escape.
“I am most definitely not taking French Cheese. Wanna take my bike, pick you up at 9?”
Stiles grabs Scott by the collar and pulls him close, just enough space between them for a love declaration.
Two watery orbs fixate on Scott’s superlative mouth.
“Perfect. I’ll have an excuse to squeeze you tightly from behind. See you at 9, Scottie boy.”
Scott wants to memorize every bit of Stiles Stlinski. He could kiss him again and again and again but…
“Yup. See you then.”
Oh, screw it. So he’ll be a minute late.
Their tongues dance once more, more chastely now, and then it’s over.
Stiles pushes off with a sharp breath, panting as he adjusts his shirt. (He’d like to adjust something else but… that can wait for the car).
“Any more of that, Scott, and I’m gonna cum in my pants.”
“Wow, I must be good then….” Scott jokes, winking.
God, he can be such a dork sometimes, which is exactly why Stiles loves him.
Wait… he does. He LOVES HIM!
They take forever to say goodbye- lingering gazes and Stiles dropping his car keys twice before nearly tripping on his own feet as he climbs into the car.
The Alpha wonders how long it will be before his entire body will simmer in longing. Stiles keeps fighting off visions of them in his bed.
As Stiles drives to the station, a painful erection his keepsake from the afternoon, he marvels at how they’ve just fallen into this so naturally. The kiss, the second kiss… the assumption they can be physically already so in tune…
That’s perhaps what happens when two people who have known each other their whole lives finally fall in love.
But then again, this is his first rodeo, so he’s more than willing to find out what all this bliss can be like.
- -
At the station a few minutes later, the sheriff’s son is more than enthusiastic. Parrish doesn’t fail to notice.
“What’s up with you, Stiles? You win the lotto or something?”
His Cheshire grin can’t be contained. “Nope. Just happy.”
The deputy isn’t convinced but lets it go, mostly because he doesn’t care to get mixed up in high school drama.
“Okay, Stiles. You do you. Your Dad’s waiting for you, he’s in the office.”
Almost skipping inside, Stiles finds the Sheriff hunched over case files, his signature frown especially heavy today.
“Hey Dad,” he beams in stark contrast to the mood in the room.
Noah’s face registers shock when he sees his son so chipper.
“What’s going on, Stiles? What’s with the grin? Have you been smoking pot?”
Stiles guffaws, two palms defensively popping up in front of his chest. “No, I swear to God. I’m just happy, Dad. I can’t be happy?!”
“No. My son isn’t usually happy. What’s going on?”
Stiles drops into the chair opposite his father but then bounces up and down like a toddler. Noah notes he’s probably forgotten his meds.
“I’ve got a date, Dad. And you won’t believe with whom. And HE LIKES ME BACK!”
Noah cracks a crooked smile, the laugh lines curling up under the apples of his cheeks.
“I’m happy for you, son. Who’s the lucky guy?”
“I’ve got a date with Scott,” Stiles replies.
Silence. It’s almost as shocking as a shot in the middle of the night.
Noah inhales and lets the air out with a “pfff.”
“You like Scott? You’re dating?” There’s a lilt to the end of the question. Something weird in the tone. Stiles’ normal persona takes over: Enter panic mode NOW, Stiles thinks.
“Yeah, why? Dad? What’s that tone mean? I mean this will be our first date but yeah we like each other.”
Noah puts his pen down and rubs his tired eyes with his thumb and index finger.
“Oh Jesus.”
Now the panic meter that normally keeps Stiles in check has stopped functioning completely. He’s nearly hyperventilating, his lungs constricted.
“DAD?! What are you trying to tell me?”
Noah’s forehead furrows and his vale eyes look everywhere but at Stiles.
“Son, I’ve been dating Melissa for the past two months.”
It’s difficult to count the exact number of expressions that Stiles’ face can morph into.
Utter and total disbelief floods over him.
“What?! When? I never see you go out!”
The statement is terse and pitchy.
His father deflates at seeing just how disconcerted this is making his son.
“She and I usually both work nights so we’ve gone on dates while you were at school. I was going to wait to tell you about it since we know you boys are best friends… and on our end we wanted to be sure.”
Noah puts an emphasis on friends. “But it’s going really well and…”
Stiles feigns gagging.
“Oh my god. OH MY GOD. If you and Melissa marry, then Scott and I are stepbrothers and we’ve already kissed DAD JESUS CHRIST WE’VE ALREADY KISSED… I think I’m gonna be sick.”
The sheriff’s son, known for his meltdowns, is having probably the biggest one of his life.
Noah circles the desk and hugs his son, kneeling down at his knees.
“Two months? I can’t breathe, Dad. I can’t… “
Stiles is wheezing, eyes popping out of his head.
“Oh my god, you’ve had sex. It’s been two months, of course you’ve had sex. Oh my god…”
Noah covers his son’s arms with his own and shakes them.
“Stiles… Stiles… breathe, son. Nobody said anything about marriage. She and I are getting along, true, but I’m not marrying anybody anytime soon.”
Stiles’ chestnut hair sprouts from between his fingers as he sways back and forth.
“Oh my god, Dad, can’t you see how creepy this is now? How can I date Scott when you’re dating his mom?”
Noah bites into his lip, his moss eyes draining of their brilliance.
“Son, I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s an issue if we don’t make things more serious. And even then. You’ve known Scott your entire life. This makes sense. What’s the harm in dating him? And even if I married Melissa… you’re not blood brothers. You’re two adults, almost. Nobody would care and it isn’t your fault she and I are in love. This is just poor timing.”
“IN LOVE? You’re in LOVE with her? Oh god. Dad… “ he whines.
The sheriff grabs Stiles by the wrists and wags them gently.
“Stiles… look at me. It’s okay. It will be okay.”
Stiles shakes his head, tears welling.
“I have to talk to Scott. I have to. I don’t know what to do. Excuse me, Dad, I need to go to the clinic right now. Thanks for being honest with me, though.” He’s rambling, scampering to get his things.
“I’ll let you know what happens. Right now I just have to be with Scott.”
Noah stands with his arms limp at his sides, despondent.
“I’m sorry, son. If you can’t get past this, I’ll consider breaking it off. But I like her. It’s been so long since I found a nice woman I could talk to and connect with.”
Oh, great. Now Stiles feels like a piece of shit. His shoulders slouch, backpack hanging off one shoulder.
“No, Dad,” he mutters. “You’re not breaking anything off. You deserve to be happy. If anything, I won’t date Scott. But let me talk to him first, see how he feels about it. I have to go, Dad. I’m kinda freaking out so…”
Noah latches on to Stiles and pulls him close. His large, rough hand ruffles his son’s hair.
“It’ll work out, son. I promise you. You deserve to be loved just as much. Scott’s a smart kid, I’m sure this won’t be an issue.”
Stiles sniffles and dips his head. “I hope so, Dad. I hope so. I love you.”
“Love you too, son.”
As he walks out, Parrish immediately notices the change in demeanor.
“Hey Stiles, I leave you for 15 minutes and now you’re crying? What happened?”
Parrish knows. He heard it all.
Stiles waves him off. “You wouldn’t believe it if I told you, Jordan. Just the usual luck I have in life. See you later, I really need to get going.”
His legs feel heavy and lifeless as he drags himself out.
Parrish watches him disappear past the door.
“Poor kid can’t catch a break.”
_
Stiles keeps fidgeting with the collar of his flannel shirt when he gets to the clinic.
Why is the tag so itchy of all a sudden?!
His hands are all clammy and he’s pretty sure his face is bright red if the flush to his cheek is any sign.
He storms into the building, wondering why all the Gods in the universe seemed to be against him having any kind of solid happiness.
All Stiles is able to think about is how the world seemed to have the funniest timing. Haha my life SUCKS!
“Goddammit,” Stiles mutters to himself as he eyes the empty desk in front of him, thinking Scott is probably out the back.
“Scott?”
“Stiles! I didn’t know you were coming over.”
Appearing at his side like he just materialized, Stiles finds Scott standing there with a gleaming smile and eyes that literally twinkle.
He looks so cute in his white coat, a vision of what will one day be his reality for sure… it warms Stiles to the prospect of a future. Maybe together.
It almost makes Stiles take an awkward step back, his lips parting to let out a content hum at how freaking adorable Scott is, and then he realises – oh.
There’s a reason Stiles came over, and not a pleasant one.
“Hey,” Stiles tilts his head. He sounds defeated and he knows it, because he sees the way Scott’s face immediately darkens.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Scott asks softly. “Are you alright?”
Oh, shit. Baby. He said it!
Stiles heard it. And it would have evoked the most amazing of reactions from him if he wasn’t wallowing in utter despair.
“Not really.” The confession bends and twists in Stiles’ mouth before he really has the chance to keep it to himself.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
The clinic is empty since it’s close to five, and Stiles uses the quiet space to vent.
“I went to see my Dad.”
One heavy eyebrow slants in concern.
“Is he okay? Did something happen to him?”
Stiles scrunches up his nose, rubbing his chin.
“Oh he’s more than okay,” he huffs, looking up at the ceiling.
“Did you know that your mom and my dad have secretly been seeing each other? Did you know that they’re dating? And that my dad loves your mom? And that they’re probably going to have a million babies, and those babies will be our little brothers and sisters, because you and I are going to be brothers now, Scott. BROTHERS.”
The increasing flow of his words and the deep creases edging his mouth make Scott understand this is turning into another rant.
“And of course,” he’s nearly shouting now, “as soon as you and I tell each other how we really feel, all of this happens. The universe hates me. It hates me, Scott. It wants me to suffer.”
Stiles is speaking bitterly and dramatically all at once, his face buried in his hands as he shakes his head.
“Whoa, hey, calm down,” Scott whispers, his warm hands wrapping around Stiles’ neck.
“I hear you… but why are you freaking out?”
“Did you not understand what I just said?” Stiles snaps.
“I did… But I don’t get why you’re so mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Well, you ARE kind of screaming at me right now.”
“I am not screaming at you, Scott.” Okay, as it echoes in the empty building he realizes he IS in fact hysterical.
“I’m allowed to be pissed about this whole thing, aren’t I?”
He’s rocking back and forth, and all Scott can think of doing is stifling his tirade with a kiss.
Their foreheads touch when they break, Stiles’ breathing less choppy.
“That was low, Scott,” Stiles says with a smirk. “Using your wily charms like that.”
Scott rubs into the back of his head.
“Feel better now? See? No wrath of god upon us or lightning bolts smiting us. Should they have told us? I dunno. Maybe they didn’t know how we’d react, so they just kept it to themselves until they worked out how to let us know.”
Nodding slowly, Stiles hugs himself.
“It’s not weird for you? What if they marry?”
The Alpha shakes his head. “Doesn’t bother me in the least. We’re not blood brothers, we can’t control what our parents do. Doesn’t mean we can’t like each other, not in my eyes anyway.”
“That’s what my Dad said.”
“See? He’s a smart man, listen to him.”
Stiles tosses his gaze this way and that before landing on his love’s.
“I guess you’re right.”
“I know I am.”
“So do you still want me, Scott?” There’s an ache, a longing behind the question that tears through him.
“Of course I want you,” Scott scoffs. If you only knew how much. “You think this changes anything? You think I’ll want you less because of this? We’re not brothers, Stiles. We’re not. Full stop.”
“But… But I just… I just feel like you’re not gonna be okay with this eventually,” mutters Stiles, the corners of his mouth dropping.
“Maybe one day you’ll see your mom with my dad and you’ll just… You’ll want to be with someone else… Someone that’s easier to date, and not someone who’s the son of the guy your mom fucks every Friday night. Because by the way… barf alert… they’ve already done it. A lot.”
There’s almost a deafening silence between the two of them, and Stiles thinks he’s really put his foot in it now.
Preparing himself for Scott, maybe shoving him out of the building and saying yeah, you’re right, see ya later, it’s over before it began…
But that doesn’t happen. Instead Stiles feels comforting fingers snaking up and down his arms.
It makes Stiles shudder, this unexpected gentleness… and then he just falls into Scott’s muscular arms, face buried in his neck with a soft whimper.
“Oh baby.”
Scott had always, always felt comforting and warm and inviting, and that’s exactly what he feels like as Stiles circles his limbs around the other boy.
“I’m scared you won’t want me anymore,” Stiles whispers. “It’d be so much easier to just give up and find someone who’s not me. You might want to leave me. You might just not want to try anymore before we even really got the chance to be together properly.”
Scott clutches him more tightly. What more can he do?
“I don’t want anyone who’s not you. I want you, Stiles. I’ve always wanted you, and I always will. This doesn’t change a thing. I promise you. It doesn’t bother me and it shouldn’t bother you. You’re mine now, and I’m all yours, and we’ll always be together no matter what happens. I promise you that- I’m not going anywhere. I promise you,” Scott insists, his voice a soothing and soft rumble. “I still want you. I still want you with everything in me.”
“You… you mean that?” Stiles stutters, blinking back tears.
“Yes, of course I mean it. I’ll always want you, just as long as you want me. Do you want me?”
Stiles can’t help but let out a stifled chuckle, wiping the drops away with his thumb.
“Trust me, Scott, you never, ever have to ask that question.”
“Okay, so let’s just forget all about this and go to the party tonight. Have a few drinks and make it special. It’s our first date, you know.”
Drawing something invisible on Scott’s hip, he nods against him.
“It is, isn’t it? Okay… okay…” he sniffles.
“So I’ll pick you up at nine, baby?”
Heart still caught somewhere between love and anguish, he slides the hand over slightly to the right and grazes Scott’s groin.
“I caught that, Scottie boy. Don’t think I didn’t.”
Pecking him on the lips, his expression is one of self-satisfaction.
“Sure you don’t just want to skip the party?”
Stiles asks with a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
If eyes could make love with intensity, this would be foreplay. His Adam’s apple bobs.
“Stiles, we’re going to the party. But tell your Dad you’re sleeping over at my house tonight.”
Two can play this game, Scott thinks, their closeness lulling him to euphoria.
_
The party was fun, but Stiles is a little thankful that it’s over, especially since Scott had already decided they were going to have a “sleepover.”
Noah didn’t protest at the request, also because with his new arsenal of knowledge he felt less concerned about the situation.
Regardless of what might happen, no one was getting pregnant and apparently werewolves couldn’t spread diseases so… let boys be boys. Stiles was already past the age that Noah himself had lost his virginity…he buried his fatherly instincts and decided to trust in his son’s common sense.
Besides, with the boys at Melissa’s… she was free to stay the night at Noah’s. (A fact that was plain but that he mercifully omitted from his speech to Stiles, not wanting to freak his son out anymore than necessary).
_
The boys have the house to themselves. They’re both giggling as Scott pulls Stiles into his bedroom.
They’ve had a couple beers and a shot each. Scott isn’t feeling the alcohol, but he is definitely picking up on all the scents in the room which are inebriating to a wolf.
Contrary to his expectations, it’s Stiles who presses Scott up against the wooden door, his tongue testing his mouth with a muffled moan.
Stiles’ hands quickly land in Scott’s curls, tugging at the silky locks with a gentle pull.
“Stiles…” Scott growls, the sound coming from deep within his belly.
Scott’s grinding into Stiles and his boyfriend is very quickly feeling himself limp with need.
He’s certain his skin is ablaze as Scott pulls off his tee and shoves it to the floor with a kick of his shoe.
Stiles’ follows suit, dropping with a hush of fabric at their feet.
Scott’s hands map Stiles’ bare arms and chest.
It feels nice, this intimacy. It feels really nice. And knowing they won’t be disturbed…
Scott has the sneaking suspicion that Stiles wants to lose his virginity tonight. He’s been throwing not-so-subtle hints all evening.
And though that’s an enormous responsibility, knowing he loves Stiles and that he would be gentle and make sure he enjoys it as much as possible… Scott thinks it would be an honor.
It’s not like Scott McCall has ever done it before with a man, but he’s gathered that Stiles would want to bottom or at least experiment… in a way it’s a first for them both.
Stiles pulls away from Scott’s mouth, smiling warmly at him. “I’m so glad we got past that other shit.”
Their lips are that breath apart that makes every molecule moving between them sensitize every nerve ending.
“I know, baby. Me too.”
Scott’s nostrils flare- he’s drunk on Stiles’ natural scent and the visceral need that oozes the arousal from his pores.
Pretty certain he’s never met anyone with a body like Scott’s… maybe Jackson’s or Danny’s, but they’re different, and wanting to confirm, Stiles continues his exploration.
While his other classmates are too angled, too craggy… Scott is like a puppy- soft and inviting and warm, yet big and strong all at once. It may not make sense but right now little is making sense to love-drugged Stiles.
It makes him mewl into Scott’s mouth, this nearness, Scott's scent... his fingers clawing into his skin as Scott pulls him away from the door.
Stiles lands on the bed with a soft exhale while Scott sinks to the floor, still kissing at the other boy eagerly.
Scott’s hands are on Stiles’ cheeks while their tongues fight into each other’s mouths, the muscles dancing together wildly until Scott drops his shaky hands to the zipper of Stiles’ jeans.
Stiles stiffens. Shit. This is it.
His belly is quivering.. energy sailing over his skin.
He doesn’t really know what he’s doing. He did some “research” with porn but that is so different from being here in an unlit room with the guy who’s about to pop your cherry.
All he knows is that he wants to touch Scott and be touched by him. Now.
The intensity of Scott’s gaze tightens his muscles into a roll he feels in his toes.
“Stiles,” Scott rests his chin on his thigh, fingers still hovering over his growing bulge. His watery eyes blink up like two chocolate spheres- that are slowly tinging red. “Do you want to?”
Jesus, does he!?
The carnal assault on his senses is too much! He needs Scott to take him. Everything is tingling and throbbing at the same time.
“I’ve never done it, Scott,” he confesses, even though he’s aware that Scott knows everything about him.
“You know that. But I want you to be my first.”
His tongue sliding along the crevice of Scott’s lips should be confirmation enough.
“I want to be your first, too” Scott moans through the fog of desire, the hunger ripping through him.
Stiles guides his hands… pulls down the zipper along with him and licks his lips when he sees his engorged cock pop out.
It’s like something from out of a porno. Scott can’t believe it. Thick, veiny… at least eight inches just judging from how much sticks out past his hand when Scott grabs the base.
The Alpha had no idea his friend was this well-endowed! He’s seen him in the showers but none of his teammates were ever in there with erections.
The scent of his sex tickling his nose is enough.
It’s enough.
Scott goes by instinct, he can’t help it when he lowers himself and licks at the glistening tip.
Stiles jerks his hips in reaction, just about cums then and there at the way Scott says his name.
“Stiles, fuck, baby” Scott sibilates from above his swollen member. His voice is gravelly deep and laced with desire.
“Jesus Christ, Scott…”
The gasps and tiny moans Stiles is emitting, his ragged breath, makes him suck that much more urgently.
He’s lapping at the round head, past the foreskin, and that’s when he parts his honey lips, swallowing his entire length. Pubes deep, he gurgles…
Scott chokes a little at first, not used to the feeling of having something so big and thick in his mouth, but it feels like heaven on his end and Stiles’ head thrown back like that, skin prickling from the undercurrent of sexual awareness overcoming him… makes his own cock (which was already raging) shoot up to its full glory.
“Oh, God, Scott,” Stiles hums, daring to twist into his lover’s hair and just gently ease his head further down. “Mm, just like that, baby. Just like that…”
Scott whimpers at that word, baby… maybe even breaks a little. Coming from Stiles’ needy mouth, that tone of begging behind it… shit.
It makes him pump his mouth faster and harder. His tonsils play with Stiles’ cock head, and when he slides him into the first part of his throat, eyes watery and a hint of his girth swelling Scott’s throat visibly…
Stiles can’t hold it together anymore. His sex twitching between his lover’s lips, he can feel that familiar heat rise… and that’s when Stiles pulls Scott off.
He was about to come and HARD… he doesn’t want this to end so soon. He’s never tested his stamina before, not with another person… so what if he…if they ...
“Fuck me, Scott,” Stiles’ breath doused in desire warms the spot on Scott’s neck where he sucks in a second later. “Please fuck me.”
“Oh Jesus,” Scott comes apart at the soft drag of Stiles’ tongue against his flesh. And here comes the seep of pre-come.
Scott grabs at Stiles’ hips, yanking the boy up until he’s safely on the bed. Stiles lands on his stomach somehow, and he buries his face into his pillow as he feels Scott yanking down his pants and boxers.
The boy is a mess, shivering in need beneath him as Scott grabs his ass cheeks, kissing at Stiles’ supple skin with a moan. He spreads them enough to show the puckered opening… to which he gives long luscious licks.
“You’re so beautiful,” Scott whispers, still lapping. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
The feel of his muscle dabbing there and the incandescence of Scott’s body on his… Stiles just surrenders to his desire.
“I want you,” he breathes.
“I want you more.” The sweet words purring from Scott’s lips make Stiles grab at his pillow, still feeling his entire body quake in ache.
“Then take me, Scott.”
He rolls over in time to see Scott shimmie out of his bottoms. When they’re both naked, Scott crawls on all fours onto the bed, almost like the wolf he is, and the mattress dips with their weight.
Stiles’ cock brushes up against Scott’s. WHAT?!
Neither has anything to envy in seeing the other’s dick. Just slightly larger than Stiles’… and no less magnificent... Scott’s bounces against his lateral V spot.
“Oh holy god,” Stiles exclaims… his jaw dropping. “I...”
“Let’s say nature blessed us both,” Scott quips, winking, as he tightens a hand around it.
Stiles’ body arches for him, a slink from his slim waist gliding up to him - lifting his legs up and nudging his lover… reminding him ...
“Fuck me, Scott…” he repeats.
“Oh Jesus Stiles when you say it like that…”
He falls onto him a moment later, their tongues merging once more in a sweet tangle of desire.
As they’re kissing Scott slides open his drawer, extracting a tube of lube and a condom.
Stiles looks over when he hears the top click and the cold gel hit his rear.
Hot muscles spasms coil into tightness in his groin. He’s not far off.
“Lube yes…” he whispers, eyes pinning. “Condom no.”
Fisting his huge, aching erection, Scott coats it as well.
“Are you sure, baby?” he says the words between tugs that make him marble hard. It’s what he was hoping for- on some primitive level to mark Stiles as his. But he wasn’t going to force the choice on him.
“I’m sure.” Stiles needs to speed this up. “I want to feel you come inside me. I trust you, Scott, and I want to be yours. I… I love you.”
Scott grabs at Stiles’ cheeks, plying them apart as he passes two slick fingers over, and then into, Stiles’ tight asshole.
There’s a hiss but it doesn’t speak of pain.
He heard the words. He did. His heart lurched and Christ he’s never been this happy in his life. Stiles... he loves him.
Choking on emotion, his ‘me too’ is still lodged in this gullet.
”I saw that I have to open you a bit. Try to relax, baby, just breathe deep. It will help the rest.”
“I love you, baby,” Stiles reiterates as he spreads even more for him. “I trust you.”
How can he not say it back now?
“I love you, too, Stiles.” With all I am.
Perhaps an odd time to make that declaration when he’s knuckle deep in his best friend’s anus- or not. Seeing as how Scott is the first person to share this level of sexual intimacy with him, perhaps it’s fitting it’s said in his most vulnerable moment.
In fact, immediately after, all tension from Stiles’ body disappears.
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Scott is a gentle and patient lover. It’s his first time with a man, too, so the sensations are all new and… utterly delicious.
“If it hurts too much, Stiles, please tell me to stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Tunneling slowly inside the muscle, past the stubborn barrier, Stiles breathes into the stretch of Scott’s thickness as it progresses.
“Okay, Scott,” Stiles winces. “Go deeper. I can take it.”
Fuck does the slick sound of Scott hilting and his accompanying growl wring the hunger for Alpha cock from Stiles. His legs splay and his ass seeks more, inching back.
“Move, baby… please move,” Stiles beseeches, head to one side and fingers curled into the bunching sheets below.
The intoxicating warmth that is Stiles’ sex, spreading all over Scott’s cock as he drags his shaft in and out… it doesn’t take long for both to be moaning in ecstasy.
The easy tease of his rod- and the hands roving over his body ... shit!
Stiles’ hands ball into the sheets, muffling his laments by biting down into his pillow lips. He doesn’t need to… there’s nobody home… but it’s such a sensual feeling he’d feel ridiculous screaming.
Scott fucks him slowly, carefully, pulling back whenever his sounds of pleasure edge towards pain.
Neither boy lasts long, thanks to the buildup and Scott’s tender mouth having worked Stiles before.
It’s a matter of minutes before Scott’s sweat-coated muscles pull him upright, straightening his spine.
“Baby, baby I’m coming,” Scott forces the words through clenched teeth as his eyes shine red.
“Ohhh fuuuuucccckkk!”
Stiles cinches down, wringing spasm after spasm from Scott’s cock, the Alpha emptying his thick come in a groin-searing orgasm.
His lover is on the verge of spilling into his hand, his soft flesh wrapped around his steely hardness as he milks himself…and almost at the same time as Scott, release consumes him.
“Scott Scott FUCK!”
Most of the fountaining glaze spurts white hot onto Stiles’ chest and stomach as his eyes pale, rolling into the back of his head.
The scent of their lovemaking hangs in the air. It’s thick and sweet like honey and morning dew.
The Alpha pulls out, his half hard sex coated in Stiles’ slick and ribbons of his own jizz.
A long rivulet of pearly grey seed pours out of Stiles’ gaping hole and plops onto the bedsheet.
Stiles is still overwhelmed with the most delicious feeling of being stretched out and stuffed with his lover’s cock. His body can only cling onto the surrounding bedding.
“You felt so good,” Scott nips into Stiles’ creamy neck when he writhes up against him.
His body is still saturated with lust… the pleasure they both felt disorienting. “God, baby, you felt so good, “ he can’t stop rambling. “So tight, Stiles. I’ve never had an orgasm like that… Jesus. But I… I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Hurt me? Stiles wants to say. Grabbing his chin and bringing him close, he shakes his head.
“No, Scott. It was perfect. You were perfect. I love you.”
It’s a mix of tenderness and adoration that brings their bodies to cleave again.
“I love you. God, I love you so much,” Scott murmurs. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.”
Scott says as he peppers kisses on Stiles’ face. “And I mean it, baby. I love you. I love you and I always will.”
With his cheek resting on his hand, angling to meet Scott’s face, he’s absolutely beaming.
Scott cranes his neck and gives Stiles a soft kiss on the lips, and then Stiles literally feels his heart thrum in his chest. He has never had a night so goddamn perfect. Maybe nothing will ever top this… but they can certainly try.