Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2013 05:23:31 -0500
From: fionixfeyer@hotmail.com
Subject: Teen Wolf: The Boys of Beacon Hills - Chapter 1

Teen Wolf - The Boys of Beacon Hills

*Please Note: This story is an original work of slash fiction and does not
imply any real or true events, nor the true sexuality of these Characters
or the Actors that portray them. 'MTV's: Teen Wolf' is sole property of MTV
and MTV networks. *

About this series: This story is based around my own imagination, so you
may find that some storyline has been altered in its creation or that some
details have been added in order to support the current events desired in
my story. I hope you enjoy!

	   Chapter 1 - Somewhere between Friends and Friendlier

Scott stood in the middle of his dark bedroom. Even with only the pale
light of the growing moon outside, he could see perfectly the familiar
haphazard and jumbled arrangements of lacrosse gear, clothes, and text
books that were scattered from wall to wall. Unlike his Mother, he never
worried about the stray shoe poking out from under the bed or empty cereal
bowl perched precariously on the edge of his desk. Why bother cleaning when
you know its just going to get messed up again?

He eyed the half-open door of his bathroom. After a night like this, all he
wanted to do was collapse onto his bed and fall into the tempting oblivion
of sleep. But he couldn't push away the fear of his Mom peeking inside his
room after working all night to find her teenage son splattered with clumps
dirt and blood. His chest heaved in a sigh of defeat as he tiredly shuffled
into his small bathroom and closed the door.

Flicking on the lightswitch, he was half-startled as he caught his
reflection in the mirror. In three years, he had never gotten used to how
the Bite had changed him and he doubted he ever would. The bite had a way
of perfecting those that received it, like an iron taken to a wrinkled
shirt. His brown eyes were always a little bit too bright, and his tanned
skin just a little too clear. These changes had excited him three summers
ago. What teenager wouldn't be thrilled to have a perfect body? But now
they unnerved him. He wondered if anyone else had noticed these smaller
transformations. Surely Stiles would have, but he had never mentioned
it. He had commented though, on many occasions, the not so pleasant changes
that had come crashing into all their lives the night he was bitten. It had
become almost normal to trudge home through the woods covered in mud and
god knows what else. He frowned as he thought of all the countless clothes
he had to throw out after his adventures with Stiles and the rest of the
gang.

Turning around, Scott reached past the black shower curtain and turned the
knobs, sending warm jets of water cascading down the black and white
checkered tiles. Steam started to roll in billowing clouds as he slowly
began to peel his sweaty and blood splattered white t-shirt off his
skin. He winced as it stuck in places taking newly healed skin with it.
Dropping the shredded shirt on the floor, he kicked off his mud covered
sneakers sending one flying against the wall in spray of grime on the
tiles.

"Shit!" He swore as he shimmied out his tattered jeans, looking at the
clumps of brown on the white tile. "That'll be fun to clean up...."

Pulling down his dark green boxer briefs, he stepped into the shower.
Almost instantly he was glad that he had forced himself to wash off. All of
the night's tension and soreness seemed to seep out of his muscles under
the steaming hot water.

Propping himself up with his forearms, he leaned under the showerhead,
letting the water roll down the curve of his back. He sputtered as sheets
of water ran down the curling locks of his black hair and across his face.
His mind was still cloudy and somewhat dazed, everything that had happened
in the past two months still felt like a dream. Like he was watching a
T.V. from another room. It had all been too much to take in, too much to
handle. But one thing was clear to him, She was gone and all of his dreams
had left with her.

Snapping out of the stupor that had claimed his attention, Scott pushed the
memories of what felt like a another lifetime far away. He washed the
stubborn dried bits of blood and smears of mud off his skin. Looking down,
his mouth screwed up in disapproval of the questionable color of dirty
water that circled the drain. Just as he was about to grab the bottle of
conditioner he heard a faint clicking noise. He stopped, letting his
heightened senses take over. He could tell someone was in his room. It was
much too early for his Mom's shift at the hospital to be over and he
certainly wasn't expecting company tonight. The knobs in the shower
squeaked as he hastily cut off the water.

Cautiously stepping out onto the soft bath mat, he reached for the clean
towel that hung on the back of the bathroom door. He wrapped the towel
around his waist with a careless tug, and seized the doorknob. He threw the
door wide open with a bang as it hit the wall to his left...

				    ***

Stiles cupped his hands to his mouth as he blew onto them trying to regain
some feeling in his cold fingers as he walked up the shrub lined
driveway. Shoving them deep into the front pocket of his dark blue hoodie,
he could see the half formed Moon shining to the west. It cast dark shadows
across the front of the white house, making it look much darker with the
lack of lights on inside. He had been surprised at how cold it was when he
and his father had gotten back into town tonight. Summer had only just
ended and yet it felt like winter was just a few days away.

His keys jingled in his pocket as he bounded up the steps, nearly tripping
over a loose board at the edge porch. He glanced sideways at the car parked
in the driveway, a small silver sports car that had been a present to Scott
on his Eighteenth birthday.

He was home then, Stiles thought. He had been texting Scott since he had
gotten back into town, but he had never answered. Stiles always worried
when his best friend went hours without replying. But anymore, it seemed
like Scott was losing ot breaking his phone every other week
now. Shrugging, he went to the door and slid in his key. The key that his
friend had made for him in the eight grade, much to his Mother's dismay.

Inside, he turned on the light in the foyer, thankful to be out of the
chilly night air that had left his cheeks a bright pink. He could hear the
low patter of water upstairs as he crossed the foyer into the hallway. He
stopped off in the kitchen cracking open the fridge.

"Well, I see you've been working double shifts again Mrs. McCall..." Stiles
said as he looked at the barren contents of the refrigerator. Taking out a
soda, he closed the door and headed upstairs.

He could hear the shower running as he reached Scott's bedroom. The bedroom
door was slightly ajar, but only darkness was visible beyond. Pushing it
open, Stiles turned on the small lamp that sat on the dresser nearby. He
was greeted by the familiar and messy sight that had been a near constant
through all the years he had known Scott. Just as he sat down on the bed he
heard the water stop. Right on time, Stiles thought, as he twisted open the
bottle of soda he had in his hands.  As he took a gulp, the bathroom door
burst open revealing a tense and angry looking Scott. His feet set apart in
a wide stance. His fists clenched at his sides and his eyes blazing gold.

"Whoa, man! Only me, geez!" Stiles said, nearly falling off the side of the
bed, trying not to spill his drink. "Are you trying to scare me to death?"
He said grabbing his chest and breathing heavily.

Scott's face shifted through emotions, first looking confused then
concentrating, finally his body relaxed along with his face. "Scare you? I
thought someone was about to come through the bathroom door and gank me in
the shower.." He said half-grinning.

Stiles chuckled at the imagery as he climbed back on the unmade bed,
kicking off his red chucks in the floor. He stretched out on his back,
reclining against the pillows that were wedged against the wall.

"I thought you were supposed to be up at the lake all weekend with your
Dad. You know, Father-Son bonding time before college next year and all
that?" Scott said in a mock serious tone as he crossed the room to his
dresser beside the bed.

"Well, you know how those things are...two days fishing and hiking, my Dad
can't stand being away from work and his radio for that long.." Stiles
paused and then grinned. "And of course you would have known all of this if
you had bothered to check your texts. But I'm assuming that either you've
lost in somewhere in the woods or it's been eaten by some creature from
Greek mythology..."

Scott picked up a shirt off the floor and chucked it at Stiles. "It is
not!" He said laughing. "The battery just died-" Scott's face dropped at
the word, becoming a numb mask that Stiles had grown to hate. "I had to
plug it in.."

"Oh..well, no problem. I didn't send that many texts anyways...I just
figured you were out with Isaac or Derek.." Stiles backtracked trying to
think of something to change the current collision course of the
conversation. "So...there's a marathon of American Pie on tonight, I
thought we could order some pizza and chill out."

With his back turned to Stiles, Scott closed his eyes and willed himself to
relax. He was thankful to change the conversation. "Sure. Order the pizza
and I'm there." He said as he opened the top drawer of the heavy wooden
dresser. He pulled the corner of the towel where it was tied, and it fell
to the floor.

Stiles, who had pulled up the local pizza place's site on his phone,
glanced up as the towel fell away from Scott's waist. His breath caught for
a moment as he took in the naked body of his friend. He had seen him
undressed in the showers after lacrosse practice nearly every day. Even
before that, they were always at each other's houses and they had never
been shy.  But he never gotten over how Scott had changed in the past few
years. He'd had a crush on him since Freshmen Year, which surprised even
him. He had never been attracted to other guys at school before, but
something about Scott made him realize that those feelings were there.

His eyes followed the lines of Scott's body, trying to commit them to
memory for later when he could jerk off at home. Scott's hair was raven
black, tousled and still dripping in short spikes around his face. His warm
tanned skin was like bronze with the bright light of the bedside
lamp. There was a powerful definition in his muscular shoulders and the
pronounced dip in the small of his back. Below that, his eyes were drawn to
his tight and firm ass, which were two slightly less tanned, mounds of
muscle with a light trail of dark hair. The hair grew thicker and denser as
it spread down Scott's legs, which flexed as he rummaged around in the
drawers. Stiles could feel his own cock rousing to life, a warm pulse
growing with the excitement of seeing his dark haired friend wet and naked
body. He shifted on the bed, his cock slipping to one side of his underwear
leaving the distinct sticky feeling of precum on his leg.

Stiles bit his lip as Scott raised his arms to put on deodorant. His arms
were well-muscled, the biceps curling into thick round masses like hills in
a sandy brown landscape. Stiles loved the ropey veins that surfaced here
and there on Scott's upper arms, before joining at the crease of his
elbow. Where they crisscrossed and laced around his muscle-corded forearms
and squarish sinewy hands. But that was nothing compared to the manly tuft
of dark hair that was visible from under his armpit. Stiles wanted to bury
his nose in the dense hair and take in the spicy, almost cedar-like scent,
that he had come to associate with the new Scott.

He absentmindedly began to rub the head of his cock through his jeans. A
small dark spot started to soak through the fabric. Scott had turned
towards the door as he slipped on a pair of light blue boxer briefs. Stiles
jerked his hand away from his pants, grabbing a nearby pillow to cover his
now rock hard dick. Even with the boxer briefs he could see Scotts
well-rounded butt. Scott turned to face him. reaching back into the depths
his dresser. Stiles could hardly tear his eyes away from the bulge that
rode at the front of Scott's underwear. He knew there was a thick shaft
that was about five inches long when soft that sat above a beautiful pair
of balls. He had never seen Scott's cock when it was hard, or atleast not
without some sort of clothing over it. He wanted to tear away that thin
layer of blue cotton and find out. He wanted to run his tongue along those
hard rows of abs and down the tightly trimmed trail of hair that eventually
reached a short thick bush of hair at the base of Scott's cock. He wanted
to-

"Stiles?... EARTH TO STILES...Come in Stiles!" Scott stood at the side of
his bed looking at his friend whose eyes were glazed over. He appeared to
be lost, deep in some thought. But that was nothing new to him, Stiles was
easily distracted most of the time and Scott could never remember a
conversation where Stiles had been able to stay on remotely the same
topic. Then again, he'd given up trying to understand the eratic way he
always seemed to string thoughts together.

"W-What? Sorry, spaced out there for a second.." Stiles said as he felt the
blood rushing to his cheeks.

"Did you order the pizza?"

"Umm, yea...I ordered the pizza..It should be here in about twenty
minutes.." Stiles managed to spit out in a hoarse voice. He quickly pressed
the 'Order' button on his phone, realizing that Scott had put on a pair of
yellow mesh gym shorts during his steamy mental vacation.

"Sounds good. Here's the remote." Scott said throwing him the remote to the
flat screen that hung on the wall opposite the bed. "I'm gonna go grab a
water from the fridge. Ya' want anything?"

"Nope...I'm still working on this one." Stiles said with a forced grin,
brandishing the nearly full bottle of soda.

He noticed Scott's bare chest was very still and expanded, as if he was
holding his breath.  Watching him walk out of the room, leaving the door
open behind him, Stiles could have sworn Scott's bulge was a little bit
bigger in those shorts that he remembered it.

				    ***

Scott let out all the air that was starting to burn his lungs and sucked in
a deep breath of fresh air as he walked down the hallway. What was going
on? He wondered. He could smell the arousal in the room, Feel it even. Like
a low flame in his groin had been turned up to scorching temperatures. He
could taste the small traces of blood on his lip were his canines had
extended for a moment. He hadn't experienced this feeling since he was with
Alison, and yet here he was. His head swimming in a pheremone induced haze,
his heart pounding away in his chest. He realized even his dick had slowly
started to fill out like water balloon on a low pressured tap. Taking the
stairs two at a time, he tried to wrap his head around it, to gain control
over the snarling wolf that was gnawing away at his will. Reaching the
kitchen he pulled open the refrigerator door, happy to have the cold air on
his face and chest. He felt like he was on fire, every nerve in his body
firing in a frenzy of signals. He was tempted to stuff a handful of ice
into his underwear if he thought that would help but quickly pushed the
thought away.

How could this be happening?.And with Stiles? Scott thought to himself as
he grabbed out a bottle of water. The bright light of the fridge was
beginning to irritate his currently heightened vision, so he shut the door
and leaned against the cool marble countertops. He couldn't think clearly,
all he knew was that he had felt something when he was getting dressed. He
couldn't believe that Stiles was interested in him, they had been friends
since he and his Mom moved to Beacon Hills. But, he couldn't get away from
the fact that he had been turned on too. With that thought, he heard the
T.V. come to life upstairs, a quiet laugh told him that Stiles had found
the station that was playing American Pie. A small smile stretched his
lips. Stiles in any capacity always had the power to cheer him up. He
snatched the bottle of water off the counter and headed back upstairs,
willing the fiery storm in his midsection to subside the entire way.

Stiles had turned on the T.V. and was laying on his stomach with his elbows
propped under him to support his chest. He had shrugged off his hoodie and
laid it half-folded in the floor near his sneakers. He looked up as Scott
walked through the doorway a bottle of water in his right hand.

"I hope the pizza gets here soon, I'm starving.." Scott said as he flopped
down on the bed next to Stiles, hoping to cut any tension that might be in
the room. He noticed that the stimulating scent had faded dramatically, now
it was faint compared to Stile's citrus based cologne.

"That would be great..My Dad sucks at cooking, but he tried to top his
Christmas dinner several times over at the cabin the past few days Ugh.."
Stiles commented, turning over to look at Scott with a look of disgust on
his face.

"I'm sorry...that was an awful dinner!" Scott said laughing. The Sheriff
had tried to cook a festive spread of turkey and a whole table full of
gourmet dishes. But had ended up with a blackened bird and bowls full of
unidentifiable crusty foods.

Their conversation slowly fizzled out as they fixed their attention on the
screen. It wasn't long until the pizza arrived and they fell into their
familiar rhythm, piled up in at the head of the bed, laughing with mouths
half full of pepperoni and cheese. Reclining against the pillows, Stiles
shifted in his seat every few minutes, never quite still enough to be
comfortable. As the credits began to play, Scott climbed out of the nest of
pillows and half-ran to the bathroom.

"I had to go for twenty minutes!" He shouted over his shoulder as he went
into the bathroom.

Stiles looked at the doorway and then the T.V. From where he was sitting on
the bed, he could see Scott standing in front of the toilet. He watched out
of the corner of his eye as Scott yanked down the waistband of his shorts,
pulling out his cock. Stiles couldn't help but turn his attention to the
half-naked boy in the bathroom. Scott's arm obscured most of his shaft, but
Stiles could see the head the hung over the toilet. It was a large round
bell that flared right before it met the length of Scott's cock. Stiles
licked his lips nervously as he watched his friend piss. His cock had
started to grow along his right leg, a hot poker against the flesh of his
inner thigh. As Scott stopped and shook off the last few drops, Stiles felt
a surge roll through his body, making his dick twitch in response. Stiles
hastily drew his legs up to hide his boner as Scott came bounding back into
the room, jumping onto the bed from a few feet away.

"Are we ready to watch the next on-" Scott began to ask. But as he landed
in the sea of pillows, blankets and a nearly empty pizza box, the scent hit
him like a cloud of thick smoke.

Scott's eyes flashed a bright yellow, the color of golden foil. He could
smell Stiles' excitement all over the bed. It felt maddening, like a deep
craving or an itch you can never quite reach to scratch. He could feel the
blazing heat spreading from his midsection up into his chest and
throat. The arousing scent was stronger in this close proximity. His arm
was inches from Stile's stomach, he could see the steady rise and fall of
his breath underneath the thin white cotton shirt. His was neck thin with
pronounced tendons streatch taut under the milky white skin.  His lips were
a bright tender pink, soft and yielding. Scott rolled over, pulling himself
onto all fours.

"Scott what's going on?" Stiles asked nervously as he looked into the
fiercely burning yellow suns in his friend's eyes. "Is everything okay?"

"I-I can't help it..." Scott struggled to speak, trying to push down all of
the fire that was burning its through him. He could hear the Wolf
snarling. Feel it furiously clawing away at his resolve. "I don't know
why...I feel this way...."

Stiles cautiously backed up against the wall, wishing he could somehow
retreat into its flat surface.  "Okay..Take it easy...I'm sure we can
figure it out..Just CALM down..." Stiles said trying to keep his voice flat
and even. He couldn't figure out what was happening to Scott, but he had
talked him down countless times throughout the years. "Now tell me what
you're feeling...the moons not full so that can't be it...you just ate so
you can be hungry..."

"Do you think I can't tell?" Scott grumbled, gasping for air, trying to
slow the change. "I can smell it all over you. You're turned on..."

Stiles' eye went as wide as saucers, A wave of embarassment and guilt
crashed around his brain. He did this, he was the one that made this
happen. "I don't know what you're talking about Scott..." He said trying to
sound as convincing as he could, but even he didn't buy what he was saying.

" Don't lie to me!" Scott snarled angrily, his jaw tightening around his
words. "I don't know why but I feel it too..So Please...don't lie to me.."
His voice was somewhat softer but Stiles could tell he was still fighting
the change.

Stiles racked his brain to figure out how to help Scott, but he came up
empty handed. They must have ripped out the page in the Werewolf handbook
about how to handle your best friend's secret gay crush, he thought to
himself darkly. What can I do? He thought about the time Scott and him had
worked together to control the wolf, and it hit him.

Scott watched Stiles working through the myriad of tunnels that only his
head could contain. He looked down at the sheets, his fingers were dug deep
into the soft padding of the mattress. He flinched as Stiles took hold his
jaw, lifting his gaze. Before he could pull away, Stiles moved forward on
his knees and gently touched his lips to his. A flurry of sparks and
electricity flew as his brushed the soft skin of Stiles' mouth. It was like
fireworks had lit up behind his eyelids in a dazzling display of blue and
white.

Stiles could feel Scott's body tense as he kissed him but just as the
logical part of his brain told him to stop, he felt him relax under the
pressure of their lips. Scott slid his hand along Stiles' jaw, caressing
his ear before firmly gripping the back of his head. Stiles could feel his
cock pulsing as it jerked and twitched begging for the attention of Scott's
hand.

Scott's tongue parted Stiles' lips with a tender force as his other hand
wrapped around the small of his friend's back. Lifting the hem of the shirt
his hand travelled up Stiles's back smoothing each of the ridges in his
spine. He felt Stile's shudder with pleasure under his touch. Scott could
feel his dick filling out, fighting against the tight cotton underwear. The
head forced itself painfully against the elastic hem that clung to his leg
as it begged for its release.

Scott broke the kiss, gently letting his hands drop down to Stiles'
hips. Stiles opened his eyes to see Scott staring at him. Scott's eyes were
no longer yellow, but dark pools of a warm chocolate brown. He couldn't
tell what Scott was thinking, let alone feeling. But he could feel Scott's
rock hard cock trapped between their legs. He must have looked down,
because Scott chuckled softly.

"I don't want to do anything that you don't want to do...but I...well, I
think you know.." Scott said, his voice low and vulnerable.

"I do.." Stiles said, he felt as if he was a million miles away. Everything
had taken on a surreal quality that made him question whether he was really
awake. "I'm ready.." He managed to say finally.

Scott smiled. He looked at his friend's familiar and comforting eyes. They
were a mossy shade of Hazel that always sparkled underneath thick black
lashes. He slowly pulled Stiles' shirt off, biting his lip as he looked at
his friend's lean muscled body. His torso was long and his abs were only
slightly defined. He looked fragile in some ways, with creamy fair skin the
tone of a porcelain doll's. Scott traced his finger along one nipple, a
juicy pink thing the size of a nickel. It was already hard as he toyed with
the tip, flicking the end lightly with his finger. He watched Stiles' body
jerk in pleasure.

"Oh God Scott..." Stiles breathed.

"Lie back, Stiles.." Scott growled softly against his friend's smooth
chest.

Stiles' back slid down the wall, either of his arms situated on the mounds
of pillows. He reclined his head against the hard surface and looked at the
sexy wolf that was kneeling between his jean clad legs. His chest was broad
curve of muscles that cascaded into the tightly carved abs that ran the
length of his stomach.  He could now properly see the werewolf's hard dick
through the shorts, a large bulging mound held tight against his
leg. Stiles' dick was soaked in a coat of precum as he watched Scott crawl
towards him.

Scott ran his hands up along Stile's legs, resting them on his ribs. His
fingers traced the firm indentations as he brought his mouth to the center
of his friend's bare chest. He slowly worked his lips across the skin,
eventually taking the pink nipple in between his teeth. He felt Stiles'
chest heave under him, a small whimper escaping his mouth. He alternated
playing with tongue and teeth, his other hand teasing Stiles' other
nipple. Scott left the now red and rock hard nipplies. His tongue tracing a
line down the center of his stomach. He reached his navel, a tight ring
with a sparse trail of reddish brown hairs that went further below. Scott
began kissing the flat surface of Stiles' lower abdomen, eyeing the hips
bones that jutted out creating a small gap in between Stile's jeans and his
skin. He began to run his fingers along the sharp edge of his hips, sending
Stiles into random crunching motions.

"They're sensitive!" Stiles said trying hold back the laughter

Scott grinned as he popped the button on his friend's jeans. He smelled the
heavy waves of arousal rising off of Stiles' skin, a sharp stinging scent
mixed the soft citrus cologne that his friend always wore. Scott felt his
own cock twitch as he pulled the jeans down, tugging them off of his
feet. Stiles' legs were even whiter and creamier than his chest was, Scott
whistled low as Stiles pulled his legs up, the gracefully lean muscles
flexed underneath small patches of red-brown hairs and freckles. His feet
were longer and more angular than Scott's.

"Damn...You're sexier than I remember..." Scott growled, dragging his
fingers up the inside of Stiles' legs. He felt the pale skinned boy
shudder, moan, and then lift his hips upward spreading his legs further
apart.

Hearing Stiles moan, and seeing him prostate himself in from of him excited
Scott. He felt the fire that had been burning in his cock leap. Taking the
elastic of Stile's striped green boxers, Scott tore the fabric viciously
from seam to seam. Stiles gasped as his cock sprung free slapping his
stomach, a shimmering thread of precum trailing across his pelvis. Scott
eyed the beautiful dick, it was atleast seven and a half inches long,
possibly eight with a gentle upward curve that ran along the shaft. The
head was wide and round and darker pink, like a lollipop. It's shiny
surface was wet with precum that drooled over the underside. Scott could
his balls sitting high and tight, waiting to explode.

Taking Stile's balls in hand, Scott ran his tonuge along the underbelly of
his cock. Stiles whimpered again his hand eventually finding Scott's to
hold onto. Stiles felt like every nerve in his dick was alive, he enjoyed
each slow pass of Scott's tongue, who would stop just before he got to the
base of the head. It was enough to drive him crazy. Scott was languishing
in the unique taste and aroma of Stiles, he could smell the frabic softener
from his boxers and more cologne. Stiles bucked his hips, silently begging
for more. Scott seized his friend's cock around the middle with a tight
grip. His dick was unbelievably hard, pulsing away with his frantic
heartbeat. Stiles let out a louder moan as Scott wrapped his mouth around
the head of his dick. Scott felt his own cock screaming against the small
underwear as if it were in a vice. Stiles started panting in short breaths
as Scott began to suck his hard dick. Scott relished the salty and tingling
taste of his precum that continued to seep out of Stiles' head. His cock
was smooth and slick, and he enjoyed the texture as he worked the shaft
with his tongue and lips.

He felt Stiles' grip tighten around his hand. Hearng a muffled moan, he
looked up to see him holding a pillow clamped tightly over his face with
his other hand. Scott had never given another guy head before, but he
figured he must be something right. Scott pulled off of Stiles' cock with a
wet popping noise that made Stiles stomach spasm.  Stiles gasped for air as
he threw the pillow across the bed. Scott's warm wet mouth around his dick
had him riding the edge of ecstacy. He looked down at his friend and was
met with a impish slackjawed grin that crinkled the corners of those dark
brown eyes.

"Please Scott...Please don't stop, I'm so close.." Stiles pleaded as he sat
up.

"Dont' worry....the fun's just beginning.." The wolf crooned in a soft
voice.

Scott encircled Stiles' head with two fingers and pressed down
firmly. Stiles cried out at the tormenting pleasure as Scott repeatedly
jerked him slowly. Stiles reached for his cock, trying to find release for
the searing pressure in his balls. Scott moved so quickly, Stiles wasn't
sure he moved at all until he realized Scott was holding both of his wrists
in his hand, pinning them to one of his hips. Scott could feel precum
dripping down the inside of his leg. He was getting even hornier as he
dominated Stiles.

Stiles begged as he wiggled, trying to free his hands from Scott's steely
grip. The head of his cock was was raw and sensitive, it felt like it was
vibrating with each pass of Scott's hand. Scott smiled, and begin to
increase the pace, applying even more pressure in with his fingers around
Stiles' pre-cum soaked dick. Stiles twisted back and forth as the pleasure
and pain increased. He arched his back, his chest heaving in short breaths.

"Oh God! Scott, I'm gonna cum!" Stiles said nearly shouting as he let his
head fall back. "Uhhhhhn!"

Stiles' cock jerked as it sprayed several jets of pearlescent cum across
his stomach. With several strings hitting Scott's chin and arm. Scott
continued to jerk him off, white ropey strands dripping over his
knuckles. Stiles twitched as he struggled to catch his breath. FInally
Scott released Stiles' wrists from his grip which feel limp at his
sides. Before Stiles could speak, Scott ducked his head licking up a
remaining drop of cum off his head, the salty flavor exploding on his
tongue.

Stiles lay flat on the bed listening to his heart hammering away in his
ears. He could feel the hot splashes of cum across his stomach and his body
exploding into a euphoric afterglow as a tongue flicked across his wet
head. He closed his eyes, feeling as if his entire body was spinning in
place.

"Oh my god Scott....I never....I didn't realize how hot that would be.." He
said between breaths. "I mean...I fantasized...but holy shit..." He paused,
opening his eyes when Scott didn't reply.

Stiles looked up to see Scott standing over him on the bed, his gym shorts
and underwear were gone. Stiles' stared at the thick cock that stood fully
erect above him. It was longer than he had expected and guessed it was
atleast nine and a half inches. He could see the large bell-shaped head was
swollen at the end of a thick meaty shaft. Veins wrapped around the length,
large and engorged. His large balls hung lower and touched one thigh as he
shifted his weight.

"Now it's my turn..." Scott said with a wry smile that stretched his
glistening lips. Stiles could see that his eyes were smoldering a light
gold again.

				    ***

The woods were dark and cold as Isaac crashed through the underbrush, his
clawed fingers kicking up showers of dirt and pine nettle across the forest
floor. His eyes glowed a bright amber as they cautiously scanned the
terrain ahead. Coming to a halt at a wide clearing, he watched the the
stretch of highway in front of him. His heart was thumping in his chest as
his hot breath spilled out into the cold night air in white steamy
puffs. The highway that emptied into the main road in Beacon Hills appeared
deserted, with nothing on it but a glistening wet sheen of dew.

The sweat that dampened his hairline was getting cold as he waited. He had
been running for what felt like hours. His mind was reeling with all the
crazy events of the night. He and Scott had stumbled onto the rogue Alpha
they had been looking for near the High School. They had been able to lure
him away from town and into Beacon Hills forest, but it had taken Isaac
over an hour to shake him off his trail.  He had gotten seperated from
Scott somewhere past the old Hale place and had stopped to look for
him. But when the Furious and chase-hungry Alpha broke through a stand of
Oak trees, Isaac had sprinted off into the deeper growths of the woods. An
Alpha was the strongest of his kind sure, but Isaac had known he was much
faster and lighter on his feet than the rage-filled monster of a wolf.

As he watched a solitary car speed past him down the deserted highway, he
hoped that Scott had made it home safely. But the worry that knotted his
stomach resolved his need to be sure. The muscles in his legs tensed as he
crounched, like rubber bands ready to expand. He leapt from the clearing,
his sleek muscled body stretching out as he sailed through the air. Landing
softly near the shoulder at the other side of the highway, he used the
momentum of the jump to propel himself forward on all fours. The cool air
whipped though his sandy brown curls as he sprinted into the woods heading
south.

He climbed the rise in the hill that fed into the curb at the end of
Scott's street. Standing up, he stretched his arms over his head, The
tendons were sore from running and his elbows popped in protest. As he
stretched he could feel the chilly air graze his hips in the gap between
his shirt and jeans. Taking a deep breath, his eyes dulled to silvery
blue. He could feel the sting of his claws and teeth as they retracted into
his skin, and he wondered if the process would ever become painless.  He
kept in the shadows of the treeline, his gray hooded leather jacket pulled
tight around him as he walked down the length of the street. His eyes
darted here and there, the adrenaline of the chase was still making him
paranoid. He came to a white two-story house with dark blue shutters and a
silver car in the drive. His eyebrow lifted sharply as he noticed a black
hardtopped jeep wrangler parked against the sidewalk near the house.

"Stiles..." He said smiling.

He had been fond of Scott's skinny sidekick since he joined the lacrosse
team as a freshman. Wherever Scott was, Stiles wasn't far behind. He had
wondered if Stiles batted for the other team, he had never had a girlfriend
that Isaac could remember and he had heard him ask Danny, the token gay guy
on the lacrosse team, if he thought he was hot on several occasions. Not
that he'd mind if Stiles was gay, he was bi himself. He had checked out the
lean muscled teammate in the showers more than once. He chuckled at the
memory of Stiles' firm little white ass dripping under the open showers.
Isaac shook his head, clearing away the thoughts of Stiles. His eyes were
drawn up to single lit room, shadows darting across the ceiling from the
movement of the occupants inside. He crossed the street, sending an empty
can skittering across the pavement with his shoe. Stalking up the drive, he
could barely hear the murmur of leaves that rustled in a tiny breeze.

He knocked lightly on the dark wood of the front door. He waited a few
moments, scuffing the front of his shoe on the porch as he stood there. He
just wanted to make sure Scott was home, safe and sound. He knocked again
before leaning to one side trying to peer though the small decorative glass
windows that flanked the door. The lights were on in the foyer and he could
see down the hall and up the stairs, but no one came down either.

Isaac sighed loudly, feeling a little disappointed and restless. He wrapped
his fingers around the tarnished gold doorknob of the front door and
turned. It was unlocked. He hesitated, chewing abesentmindedly on one side
of his lip as he debated whether or not he should go in. He had been to
Scott's house a few times before, but there was a difference between being
invited and letting yourself in. He looked over his shoulder nervously,
half expecting someone to be standing behind him. Rolling his eyes, he
turned the knob and stepped into the house closing the door gingerly at his
back.

"Scott!..Hello? Anybody home?  " Isaac whispered as loud as he could. He
took a few steps down the hallway before he heard a muffled groan coming
from upstairs.

Isaac's eyebrows knotted together in concentration as he tried to pinpoint
the sound. He could make out two rapid heartbeats and a wet noise he
couldn't identify. He wondered if Scott had been injured, if somehow the
Alpha had doubled back before his friend had made it home. Panicked, Isaac
walked quickly up the carpeted stairs, his hand riding along the polished
banister. He stopped at the top of the landing, if he remembered correctly
Scott's room was on the left. He looked and saw a shaft of light pouring
out of a crack in the doorway and into the dark hallway. He was sure the
sounds had come from there.

He walked down the hallway and was about to reach for the doorknob in the
shadows when he caught the scent. A mixture of smoking wood, sweat and
cum. The aroma reminded Isaac of a wet campfire. He felt as though he just
walked into a wall of heat that threatened to scorch his skin. He could
feel an electric surge crackle across the muscles in his arms and
chest. His vision and hearing sharpened, and looked up from the foot of the
door and into the room beyond through the two inch opening. His mouth
opened slightly as his jaw went slack. He was staring at Scott's naked
backside. His eyebrows raised as he watched the dark haired boy stand up on
the bed. His legs stood wide, straddling something Isaac couldn't quite
see, His eyes adjusted again, and he realized that between Scott's muscle
bound legs lay a fair skinned, slender body that was splayed out in
exhaustion. Stiles?! He thought in disbelief.

"Now it's my turn.." He heard Scott growl in a low voice.

Isaac licked his lips and glanced back down the dark hallway afraid that he
was going to be caught. He debated turning around and going back downstairs
but the predatory nature that was boiling up in his stomach wouldn't let
him. He could smell the excitement and hear the powerfully seductive tone
in Scott's voice. Isaac knew Scott was a true Alpha, a wolf that claimed
dominance through sheer will. It was this power that flooded over him in
burning hot waves.

Isaac felt his dick rousing to life in his black jeans, the shaft sliding
against the flesh of his leg. But his eyes were locked on the dominant
wolf. Isaac had to admit to himself that Scott was sexy. The curve of his
sculpted ass, firm and tensed along with the carved muscles of his legs
that bulged in tight sheaths. He could see the sweat glistening across the
werewolf's smooth dark back. Small streams of it rolled down his butt and
legs, slicking some of the body hair in spots where it gathered.

Stiles pushed himself up with his elbows, his muscles still shaking from
the recent orgasm. He looked deep into gleaming yellow circles of his
friend's eyes. A part of him was nervous that Scott might lose control. But
as he felt his semi-soft cock begin to harden again he realized this side
of Scott was making him even hornier. He pulled his legs under him and was
about to stand when he felt Scott's strong hands on his shoulders. Stiles
was eye level with his stomach and he could feel the heat pouring off of
Scott's body. He sucked in air as he looked at the large swollen cock that
was now only a foot away from his face.

"No..Down there is good." Scott said, inching forward to hold his dick only
an inch from Stiles' mouth. "Stick out your tongue Stiles." His voice,
although soft and gravelly, echoed with force.

Stiles looked up at the werewolf hesitantly, but obeyed. He opened his
mouth and stuck his tongue out, but he kept his eyes on his would-be
master. Scott dragged the thick head of his cock down the length of Stiles'
tongue. Stiles could taste the thick and salty glaze of precum that smeared
across his tongue. His own cock was once again begging for attention as
Scott used his tongue to pleasure himself. He could see the ropey arteries
in Scott's neck pulsing away and his adam's apple jump as he
swallowed. Stiles wanted to please him, everything in him wanted to beg him
for more. Scott smiled softly, his eyes flashing as his other hand took
hold of the scruff of Stiles' neck.

Stiles gagged as searing hot flesh slammed against the back of his
throat. His lips stretching uncomfortably around the thick shaft that
buried its length deep in his mouth. He pushed against Scott's solid and
sweat covered legs, trying to free himself from the massive head that was
sliding down the back of his throat. Scott growled as he rocked back,
withdrawing his cock so that the head barely left Stiles' lips. Stiles
sucked in a quick breath around the slick head before Scott buried his nose
in the short curling hairs at the base of his dick again.

Scott moaned loudly as he fucked Stiles' mouth, he felt his balls leap each
time his head pushed past those wet lips into the soft warm throat
beyond. He wanted to be rougher but a little voice in the back of his mind
reminded him that he might really hurt Stiles. He thought he might cum
every time he felt Stiles' throat constrict, extracting a wet gagging sound
from the boy.

Stiles' mind was a crashing black spotted void as Scott raped his
throat. Tears welled up in his eyes as blinding white pain slammed its way
through his nerves. Scott's fingers were digging into the flesh of his neck
forcefully drawing small beads of blood. He whined repeatedly around
Scott's raging hard on, a high pleading note. He could feel his own stiff
cock brushing against Scott's legs with each rocking entry into his
mouth. The hairs on Scott's legs tickled the sensitive head of his cock as
it left a glistening sticky trail across his tanned skin.

Scott, feeling the aroused member of Stiles wet against his leg, pulled his
cock out of Stiles' mouth. Stiles breathed in and out rapidly trying to
catch his breath. As Scott examined his own cock that was dripping with a
shiny mixture of spit and precum. He had never been this hard in his
life. His dick was aching and it rolled in slow circles from the constant
surge of blood that continued to fill his muscle. He started to masturbate
slowly, the slick contours of his dick sliding around in his rough palm.

"I want to fuck..." Scott said, in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

"I thought you were." Stiles said breathless as he looked up at him. His
neck was burning and his jaw sore from the rough treatment it had just
underwent.

Scott laughed once and said "Not your mouth Stiles..I want that little
bubble butt of yours." He could see the conflict in Stiles' eyes, but he
knew they were both too wound up to stop now.

Before Stiles could reply Scott had hooked his hands behind his friends
thighs, pulling his knees out from under him. Stiles' dropped onto his back
before Scott turned him over onto his stomach. Stiles' eye widened as he
stared at the wall. He knew Scott was beyond aroused, his neck could attest
to that. But he had fantasized about this a million times as he laid in bed
at night jerking off. And now as Scott's hands gripped his bony hips and
lifted his vulnerable ass in the air, he knew his fantasies were about to
become real.

Isaac watched a Scott mercilessly throatfucked Stiles, he enjoyed hearing
the lean muscled boy whine. Seeing Scott, who was more dominant that he
was, man handle Stiles was hotter than any porn he ever watched online. He
unbottoned his tight jeans and hastily jerked the zipper down.

 Isaac pulled down the front of his bright pink boxer briefs, letting his
eight inch uncut cock snap to attention. Wrapping his right hand around the
middle of his well-rounded shaft, he began to roll his thumb along the
sensitive ring of skin that covered the head of his cock. He stifled a moan
in his throat as he drew back the fleshy wrapper. The layer of sweat and
grime from tonight's exertion in the woods made the skin feel tight as it
resisted being drawn away from the head. He gave a quick tug with his hand,
a mix of pleasure and a little pain exploded across his dick as he roughly
stretched the foreskin. He began to jerk off. His fist that wrapped around
his cock buried itself in the flesh of his pelvis over and over. The
tension of the skin being pulled back forcefully each time was pushing him
closer and closer to the edge. He glanced back up, watching Scott maneuver
himself behind Stiles.

Scott slid his dick along the crease of Stiles' ass. He exhaled sharply in
delight at the feeling of the smooth and soft skin beneath his cock. Stiles
held his breath in anticipation of the hard and burning hot flesh that was
now moving lower and lower towards his virgin asshole. He bucked forward as
Scott ran a finger over the soft and tender pink ring. His finger felt
rough against the delicate skin there.

The teenage werewolf ran his hand along his inflexible dick, covering his
fingers in a glossy mixture of precum and drying spit that shimmered in the
light. Stiles moaned as Scott's rugged hands smeared the slippery substance
along his tight hole. He tangled his fingers in the black bedsheets that
puddled around his elbows as the persistant hand firmly massaged the
opening. Scott hissed as he explored the narrow entrance with his fingers,
he couldn't wait to feel the wet quivering ring around his swollen dick.

Stiles couldn't stand the waiting, this moment had fueled his fantasies
over and over again for the past three years. He wanted Scott to take him,
to be inside of him. He couldn't think of anything else as his mind spun
through all of the imagined encounters he had pleasured himself with in his
own bed.

"Scott...Please....I want you- No, I need you to do it." Stiles uttered in
small whisper. "I'm begging you.."

Scott wrapped his hands around the creased bend between Stiles' hips and
legs. His fingers plugged firmly against the milky white freckled skin of
his stomach. Looking down at the slight framed boy that kneeled on all
fours before him, he realized how beautiful his friend was. He brought the
bulging head of his dick up against the wet pink surface of Stiles'
hole. It felt right as his dick caught in the dipping curve there, like a
key against its matching lock.

"I love you, Stiles.." The words tumbling out of his mouth without a
thought as he thrust his cock into the constricted muscle.

Stiles barely registered what Scott had said before a scalding pain spread
inside his interior running all the way up his spine. He cried out, tossing
his head back and contorting his back. His muscles strained as the plump
cock buried itself deep in his ass.

"Ungggh!" A deep and breathy grunt of satisfaction escaping Scott's throat.

Scott's cock erupted in waves of pleasure as the hot wet flesh swallowed
its length. His abs contracting tightly as he withdrew to the flaring base
of the head. He felt a shudder pass through Stiles' body that virbated
against his cock sending him careening further into ecstacy. He began to
plunge his dick into the depths of his hole trying to satisfy the craving
that was wracking his entire body.

He dropped onto all fours, his sweat covered chest sticking to the pale
skin of Stiles' back as he pounded his ass. The potent smell of sweat and
musky deodorant filled his nostrils savagely wrapping its seductive fingers
around his mind. Scott growled with the added stimulation, his hips
smacking loudly against Stile's ass as he tried to force himself even
deeper into the tight space.

"Oh god! Aaaah! AH!" Stiles moaned loudly as the sensation blossomed into a
new punishing mixture of pain and pleasure inside of him.

His own hard cock swung chaotically under him, occassionally slapping his
stomach from the force of Scott's relentless thrusting. He had never felt
this kind of mind numbing ecstasy before. It felt like a fiery drug was
crashing through his veins, making his brain feverish and erratic. He began
to grind his ass against Scott's hard muscled pelvis, the sweaty clumps of
coarse hair there tickling his backside. Scott moaned into his back in
response to the attention. Stiles started working his ass harder, thrilled
to ellicit pleasure from the werewolf.

"Oh...Ungh! Stiles.." Scott moaned, his tenor voice cracking between hot
ragged breaths.

Scott wanted to make Stiles scream, to beg for more. The Alpha in him
wanted the clear obedience of the boy beneath him. He wanted to see him
squirm under his hand. Driving his cock deep into the boy's ass, he wrapped
his right hand around the front of Stiles' throat. The muscles in Scott's
arms tensed and bulged as he bent his friend backward, a whimper escaping
Stiles' mouth. He continued to fuck him as he reached around, his left hand
finding the seven and half inch cock that hung on the otherside.

The pain that flared along Stile's back from the uncomfortable position
disappeared as he felt Scott's sinewy hand close around his dick. His body
jerked at the contact, the vice-like grip of Scott's hand unleashing an
onslaught of electricity through him. He moaned, a single high animal-like
whine.

"You like that, huh?" Scott said with satifscation.

Scott panted heavily, his arms starting to burn from the strain of holding
Stiles' weight and jerking him simultaneously. He continued to savagely
thrust into Stiles. The head of his cock was buzzing with the constant
stimulation and he could feel his balls tightening in anticipation of the
coming release.

 Isaac dug his canines into his lip, trying not to moan out loud as he
watched Scott plow Stiles. His hand was viciously sliding up and down along
his cock in rapid strokes. He could see the tension in Scott's body, like a
the upward climb of a Yo-Yo before it droppped. It wouldn't be long now, he
thought. He could sense the mounting pressure in the other werewolf, his
own cock was reacting in kind. He cupped his balls in his left hand and
squeezed, a thrilling flood of pleasure shooting through his body. Isaac
stifled a growl that rose up in his throat

Stiles' mind was blurred, there was a never ending feeling of free-fall
that swung from his scrambled thoughts. He couldn't hold out much longer
under Scott's hungry hand and werewolf charged stamina. The force of
Scott's hand around his throat was making it harder to breathe, setting off
all the pleasure centers in his body. Moans escaped his lips in short
mounting cries.

Responding to the apparent bliss of Stiles' moans, Scott tightened his hold
on the boy's dick driving his hand down in harder strokes. He felt Stiles
buck his hips harder against his own, his own cock salivating inside the
boy's eager ass.

"Scott, Oh...I'm gonna cum!" Stiles shouted weakly, fighting for breath.

Stiles' cock convulsed in a spray of hot white jizz in the shadows under
his body. The sticky strings of cum ran down Scott's hand and his inner
thigh. Scott threw his head back, a loud snarl tearing its way from his
throat as the boy's ass muscles contracted sharply around the width of his
cock. He pulled Stiles' twitching body against him, wrapping his arms
around his lean chest. Burying his mouth in the soft white flesh of Stile's
neck, he snapped his hips forward spearing the warm cushion of flesh as his
balls emptied their milky contents. His body shuddered as several streams
of cum erupted from the head of his cock.

"Ungh..." Stiles moaned lazily as the heat of Scott's cum spread inside of
his around the still stiff cock. He could feel Scott's hard body pressed
against his back, the muscles of his legs against his own shaking lightly
from the intense orgasm that controlled him.

Isaac watched the climax of his friends through the sweat soaked curls that
stuck to his forehead. Watching the last hungry thrust of Scott he slid his
hand forward along his cock encircling the head of his long uncut dick. He
rubbed along its tip in short rapid tugs that sent him over the edge in a
rush of ecstasy. His abs contracted in a spasm as he came, sending thin
pearlescent streams of cum streaming against the bedroom door and along the
underside of his cock.

The two teenage boys collasped on the cum splattered sheets, their bodies
heaving in short breaths against one another. Tenderly, Scott wrapped his
arm around Stile's stomach drawing him closer into the bend of his own
body. He could feel the thin trail of hair that ran down the center of his
belly under his hand.

"I love you too Scott..." Stiles said softly as he stared at the poster
that hung on the wall beside the bathroom.

 Stiles still felt lightheaded, but there was a warm feeling in his chest
that demanded his attention. Scott had said that he loved him...I have to
be dreaming he thought himself. He wanted to turn over, to search those
brown eyes for answers. He wanted to know what Scott was feeling, but he
was afraid to ruin the moment they had just shared.

As if stepping out of a trance, Isaac was caught off-guard by Scott's
admission of love to Stiles. He suddenly felt like he was intruding on a
delicate interlude he had no business to see. A rush of blood to his cheeks
sent him hurriedly packing away his semi-soft cock and back down the
hall. He took the stairs quietly, his shoes padding softly across the foyer
as he pushed through the front door and out in to the cold night.

				    ***

Stiles half-opened his eyes as he turned over in bed. He spat a curse as a
beam of sunlight from the window burned his still groggy eyes. Sitting up
underneath a tangled mess of sheets and blankets he realized that he was in
Scott's room. The memories of last night came back to him in a thrilling
rush that brought a smile to his lips. He wondered if Scott was happy, if
he still felt the same way. 'Wherever he is' Stiles thought as he realized
the bed was empty beside him.  He reached across the width of the bed and
snatched his cell-phone from the cluttered bedside table. The screen lit up
and he saw the time. 7:30 a.m. 'Where could Scott be this early in the
morning?' He wondered. And why am I awake for that matter?' He was about to
lay back down and snooze when the door opened quietly.

Scott stuck his head into the room, an uneven grin spreading across his
angular face as he saw Stiles awake and sitting up in bed.

"Hey, you're awake!" He said sounding alert and surprisingly chipper.

He came into the room, closing the door quietly behind him.  He was fully
dressed, wearing a well fitting black t-shirt and jeans although he was
still walking around barefoot. Stiles noticed that his black hair was shiny
and hung in short clumps around his forehead. He's already taken a shower
and gotten dressed...Stiles mentally noted...Why?

"Not because I want to be.." Replied Stiles grumpily. He had wanted to go
back to bed, but he was excited to Scott. Even though his good and
obviously energteic mood so early in the morning seemed a little odd to
Stiles.

Scott went over to the chair that sat in front of his desk and came back
with a handful of folded clothes. Sitting them on top of the dresser he
paused with his back to Stiles. Scott was wasn't sure of what to say, last
night had changed things. Things that he wasn't sure he knew how to handle
yet. 'I'll wait until he brings it up." Scott thought before turning to
face the begrudgedly awake Stiles.

"Well, you'd better get dressed. I found some of my clothes from Freshman
year that should fit you." Scott continued when he saw the confused look
pass over Stiles' face. "School? You know the place we are required to
attend?...Today's Monday, remember?"

Stiles threw back the sheets, the colder air of the room biting his bare
chest. Looking down he realized that he was wearing a baggy pair of Scott's
boxers and shorts. He didn't remember putting them on, or falling asleep
for that matter. Only spending what felt like an eternity wrapped up in
Scott's strong and warm embrace. It hit him that Scott must have put them
on him and covered him up. Something about that struck a chord in
Stiles. Sure, Scott was his best friend, but there was tenderness coming to
the surface in him that he had never experienced before. Scott's voice drew
him out of his own thoughts.

"You should have enough time to take a quick shower." Scott said while
fidgeting with a rogue thread that was hanging off the hem of his shirt.
"That is if you want to."

"Yea..I probably should after last n-" Stiles stopped himself, Scott had
shifted his gaze to the floor, looking uncomfortable. "I'll go grab that
shower"

Stiles stood up from the bed reluctantly. Scott didn't move a muscle as he
reached past him to pick the clothes up off the top of the dresser. He
could smell the spicy smell of Scott's cologne mixing with his natural
woody scent, making him wish he could just bury his nose in the wolf's wide
chest. Last night he would have, he did, but Scott seemed distant and
unreadable. 'I prefer the annoyingly-good-mooded-morning Scott' he thought
before shuffling into the bathroom.

"I'll be downstairs when you're ready.." He heard Scott say as he closed
the bathroom door behind him.

Stiles had washed up quickly, distracted by his growing anxiety over
Scott. He toweled off and pulled on the borrowed clothes, which ended up
fitting him well enough. Grabbing his car keys and his phone, he quickly
stuffed his feet into the red chucks that were still laying where he had
kicked them off last night.

Scott was waiting by the door downstairs, he had something wrapped in a
paper towel in one hand and his backpack slung over one shoulder. He seemed
to be in a pleasant enough mood Stile's noted, but there was still the same
unreadable look in his brown eyes.

"Here.." Scott said holding the paper towel wrapped rectangle.."I made you
breakfast...well, I just heated it up actually."

Stiles peeled back the unusually neat wrapping and found a warm toaster
pastry inside.

"I already ate, but I figured you might be hungry.." Scott said
casually. "Oh! I almost forgot." He grabbed a bottle off the small table
that stood near the front door. He handed a bottle of chocolate milk, that
Stiles knew had not been in the nearly empty fridge last night.

"Thanks, Scott...." Stiles said unevenly, his eyes scrunched up from the
growing weirdness of the morning. "Where'd you get this?"

"Oh...I went out earlier this morning, I knew we didn't have anything..Mom
has hasn't had time to go to the store yet..So I just grabbed a few
things.." Scott's words were hurried, why did all of this have to be so
hard?  "Are you ready to go?" Scott said finally managing to put his mind
back on track.

"Yea." Stiles said following Scott outside and into the driveway.

Scott walked around his Mom's car, unlocking and opening the driver's side
door. He was about to get in when he realized Stiles wasn't with him. He
looked around and seen him walking down the drive, his keys jingling in his
fingers.

"Hey! Stiles! Where are you going?" Scott shouted at the back of the other
boy who turned immediately looking surprised.

"What do you mean? My jeep is parked on the curb. I'll catch you at
school." Stiles said loudly, he turned and started to walk down the rest of
the driveway.

He could hear Scott's car door shut as he got to his jeep. He fumbled with
his keys, he couldn't help but feel confused and upset. He and Scott had
been friends forever, and even though they had been much closer last night
than they ever had before he felt like Scott was pulling away. He finally
managed to unlock the door when he heard Scott's car start and the sound of
the car backing up. As he began to climb into the seat he saw the silver
sports car back out, pulling even with his Jeep.

"Get in." Scott said through the open passenger window.

"I can drive, Scott..." Stiles said sounding more irritated than he had
meant to.

"Stiles-" Scott's started his voice raising an octave in frustration before
continuing in a calm yet firm voice "Get in the car, please.."

Stiles let out the breath he had been unconsciously holding and dug around
in the backseat for his own backpack. He finally found it wedged up under
the back of the passenger seat and had to pull on the straps to get it
out. He locked his jeep and got into the car with Scott.

Scott drove with one hand, with his left arm resting on the ledge of the
driver side door. He enjoyed the cool wind that whipped past the car and
tousled his hair. But he couldn't help but think the car was much
colder. It had been several minutes since they had left the house and yet
no one had said a word. The car was filled with an awkward silence that
Scott was suffocating under.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Stiles nimbly eating his
breakfast and looking out the window at the houses that rushed by. 'Great,
now he's mad at me. Good going Scott.' he thought, mentally kicking himself
in the stomach. He had to say something, anything to cut the tension in the
car. A thousand things went through is mind, but nothing seemed right or
appropriate. As they pulled up to a stop sign, he nervously tapped on the
steering wheel trying to will his brain to come up with something when he
blurted out.

"I meant what I said last night." A part of him had regretted the words as
soon as they were out but somewhere much deeper it felt like a relief.

Stiles flinched at Scott's sudden outburst. "What?"

"What I said, last night...When we were.." Scott fumbled around for the
right words.

"What? You mean when you said 'I love you' while you were balls deep in my
ass?" Stiles said sharply. He knew he was hurt and anxious, but he couldn't
handle the thought of dancing around the issue for the rest of the week.

Scott looked taken aback, which made Stiles feel just little bit better. He
looked at him, his brown eyes wincing as if hurt by some invisible force
under his furrowed brows. "I meant it Stiles..I do love you."

With those four words Stiles felt all of the uncertainty he had been
feeling drop away like he had just went upside down on a carnival
ride. Scott looked vulnerable, maybe even fragile to Stiles as he stared
into his friends familiar face.

"Then why with the brooding werewolf routine?" Stiles said. "I wake up this
morning and you're all moody...what's going on?"

Scott started out the windshield for a moment. Stiles could see him swallow
several times before he answered.  "I don't know...This is all new, and I
don't want to fuck it up. Last night was amazing, better than amazing..And
it wasn't just the sex.." He looked at Stiles with a faint smile of
amusement before he quickly added "Don't get me wrong the sex was unreal, I
never you knew were so...hot...and I also never knew that I could feel that
way about you." Scott stopped, he was obviously trying to work this his
feelings.

"Last night, after what we did, you fell asleep in my arms. Even after you
fell asleep I kept you there, holding you just felt right. It
felt...perfect. But after a while, I tried to wake you up so you could
change before my Mom got in, but you were dead asleep and looked
peaceful. So I moved you to one side of the bed and put some clothes on
both of us.,,,.I woke up early this morning and the first thing I saw was
you. You had your hand on my chest...and everything was different. I was
different. Looking at you, I felt something that I haven't felt for
awhile.." Stiles shifted in his seat as Scott got lost for a moment. "So I
got up and went to the grocery store. I wanted to do something nice for
you." Scott eyed the half-eaten pastry in Stiles' lap. "I had even thought
up something say, but when I saw you awake in my bed. I couldn't think...I
was afraid that I'd mess things up between us..."

"Like acting like a total nutjob?" Stiles interjected a smile on his
face. "Because I think we've already crossed that bridge."

Scott laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah. I guess we have."

"I meant it too." Stiles said looking down at his worn in sneakers. "And
the sex was great. I mean the way you worked my dick."  Stiles whistled low
and looked down at his jeans. Before continuing lightly "Don't get me
started on yours-"

Scott felt his cheeks redden at Stiles' ongoing commentary. It was awkward
at first, but he was beginning to loosen up. He couldn't try to see Stiles
the same way, or else he'd never get past it. He smiled as he listened to
Stiles recount the many things he enjoyed about their hot night together.

"-and I thought I was going to die when first you stuck it in...talk
about-" Stiles' words were cut off as Scott leaned over and wrapped his
mouth around his pale pink lips. Their lips locked for what felt like hours
as they enjoyed the comfort of each other's comapny.

They were drawn out of their revelry by the angry blasting of a car horn
behind. Scott and Stiles looked out the back windshield to see an obviously
irritated man in a suit waving his arms and honking the horn of his BMW.
They both laughed as Scott wrapped his left hand around the steering wheel
and punched the gas pedal. Scott glanced at Stiles as he reached to take
his friend's hand in his.

"Does this mean we're dating?' Scott said tenuously, a small smile playing
across his mouth as he turned down a street.

Stiles turned his head, his eyes shimmering mischeiviously and said
'Yep..You're my girlfriend."


CHAPTER TWO COMING SOON!