| PHAS |

"You're a great kid," Dr. Geyer said, patting Liam's shoulder as the werewolf passed the plastic bag of takeout from his hand to his stepfather's.

"I try," Liam said. Smirking and shrugging.

"Uh-huh. I wish that were the case last week. Why were you crawling out your window without clothes on?"

"I—um—we—there was—you see"

"Alright, never mind. That was painful. Just, think about what you're gonna' say, next time I ask you."

"Yep. Got it." Liam popped an awkward, yet guilty smile. Dr. Geyer eyed him before shaking his head and walking off towards the break-room. Liam exhaled and decided to head back downstairs. He hit the down-arrow on the panel and waited, retrieving his phone from his pocket. It opened to his text screen, opened to his chat with her. His eyes skimmed over the words before going back to the main menu; 'I still love you' echoed about his mind.

The elevator dinged and he walked on, almost bumping into the patient into the wheelchair. He made an alarmed and apologetic face at the man, then to his nurse-escort. He looked at the other passenger on the elevator with them as the doors closed. "Oh, god…" he muttered, looking from the gazing eyes back at the panel in front of him.

Theo.

The elevator stopped on 3 and the nurse rolled her patient off, leaving the boys alone. Liam dared not look at him, the same not able to be said for Theo. The older boy just smirked, looking over as the lift began to move again. "So."

"Don't talk," Liam said, still looking at his phone.

"Back to that, huh?"

Liam didn't reply. But the elevator, in its own way, did: it stopped, right between floors 2 and 1. "Oh come on," he exclaimed, the 'o' dragged out on the last word. He jammed at the buttons before the panel sparked, ripping his hand away as the metal smoked. "Shit!"

"Chill," Theo said. "See if there's an emergency phone."

"This elevator is from the 1900s; it doesn't have an emergency phone," Liam said, flipping through his contacts before landing on his dad's. He tapped it, bringing the phone to his ear, and waited. "Pick up," he muttered. It rang twice before Dr. Geyer's voice sounded through. "Hey, dad, I'm stuck in the elevator. The panel's fried." Dr. Geyer spoke on the other end. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just, y'know. Not a fan of the hospital. No offense to you." … "Yeah, I'll be okay for a few minutes." … "Thanks." Liam hit 'end' and looked at Theo. "He's gonna' get someone." Now leaning against the side of the lift, Theo looked at him, that smirk not once dissipating. "What?"

"So, I can talk to you now?"

"Oh, fuck off."

Theo laughed. "You're easy."

"Can you just die or something?"

"Did that. Kind of."

"And yet you're still here."

"What can I say, you guys just can't keep me away."

"Oh go jump off a bridge. Or better yet, a plane." But Liam looked over, seeing Theo's face. The trading of jibes was at an end. The bridge…of course. "Hey, look I'm sorry. I didn't even think."

Theo didn't respond.

"I guess you're not a fan of the hospital either."

"Not at all."

Liam nodded, his eyes gazing at his feet when his face furrowed. "Wait, so what're you doing here?"

"I needed to look at Tara's medical records."

"Who?"

"My sister."

Liam just looked at him expectantly. "And?"

"It's none of your concern."

"Now you wanna' stop talking?"

Theo pushed off of the elevator wall and got in Liam's face, the two of them visually squaring off. "Mind. Your own. Business."

Liam's nostrils flared, but his phone buzzed. They both looked down and Liam took a step back, looking at the text message from his stepfather.

/ Maintenance man should be here in ten. /

"Well?" Theo said, the familiar peeved attitude having returned. He'd resumed his position against the side wall and just looked at Liam with his eyebrows raised.

"Twenty minutes, maybe."

"Fantastic."

"Why do you always have to be such an ass?" Liam said after a moment.

"Why does it matter?"

"See, that's what I'm talking about." Theo shook his head and slid down to the ground, resting his head back and straightening his legs. "When we fought the ghost riders here, we got into this rhythm. And then you saved me. Why is that the exception for you? Why can't you just…why couldn't you have just…y'know…been our friend. Or whatever."

"The Dread Doctors—"

"Oh, don't use them as an excuse. You coulda' told us. You coulda' told Scott. And the Beast killed them in the end. They were just as mortal as us. And Deucalion, Scott told me he might be just as strong as the Beast if not more. Maybe he coulda' killed the Doctors. And then you wouldn't have had to…to…well, be a jackass."

"You've thought a lot about this. It's very analytically uncharacteristic of you."

"Mason."

"What a shock."

"Okay, seriously, screw you. Sorry I opened my mouth." Liam took his own seat in the back corner away from Theo, crossing his arms and looking away.

"Jesus, don't pout."

"I'm not pouting."

"Brooding. Sulking. Throwing a tantrum." Liam flipped him the finger, looking down at his phone in hopes that rescue would come. "You really are easy. I see why Hayden likes you." Liam glared up at Theo at the use of her name. "Ooh sore spot, huh. What happened?" Liam glowered for a few seconds longer before looking down at his phone. "Goes both ways." Not eliciting a response, Theo decided to dig deeper. "How 'bout, if I guess correctly in three tries, you get to guess about Tara's medical records?"

"How about not."

"Alright, here I go. Did she…leave you for someone else? Maybe she had the hots for me and she couldn't stand to tell you?"

"Oh, get over yourself," Liam angrily exclaimed, looking up to see Theo's asshole-smirk again. He rolled his eyes, shook his head, and returned to his phone. "I'm betting it had something to do with her sister. The deputy either found out and took her away or Hayden wanted to protect her sister and they moved." Liam didn't look up, but his heart was clearly beating faster now. "Hah, bingo." Liam still didn't respond. "Oh, c'mon, I gave you the opening. You're not gonna' guess, but give it your best shot." He was smiling, but he watched as Liam closed his eyes. He watched and heard him sniffle once. He watched him turn away and wipe his eyes. "Liam…"

"I should've put you back in the ground. You're a fucking asshole." Theo looked down at his own shoe. Suddenly, Liam's phone buzzed again.

/ First responders are on the way. Elevator needs to be shut down. /

"Let me out!" Liam yelled up, frustration peaking.

"What did he say?"

Liam's head fell back hard against the wall behind him. He let his arms slacken, his phone only barely in his hand.

"Dude, how long?" Liam only shrugged. Theo looked up, hoping to get out from the top; the industrial lights that covered the ceiling instantly killed that idea. He exhaled audibly. He looked at the beta and breathed in; the chemo-signals radiating from him were quite powerful. "I'm sorry." Liam still refused to look at him. "Really. I didn't know and…c'mon, Liam." Liam closed his eyes, crossing his arms. So Theo got up. Lam looked up at him, stirred by the movement. The chimera took a few steps and sat next to the beta, almost right up against him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry."

"You've got the whole rest of the elevator. Go back over there."

"Not until you accept my apology."

"Fine, I accept your apology, now go back over there," Liam said, motioning with the hand holding his phone. Theo simply smiled at him, less snark in this one, and leaned to lay his head on Liam's shoulder. "Get off!" Liam exclaimed, though not forcing him off. "What is your deal?"

Theo only shrugged. They sat there, Liam just staring angrily at the top of the other's head before shaking his own and looking at the nearest corner. "I think," Theo began, "in another life, you and I would be good friends."

"Don't count on it."

"You know, if I had my own pack, I'd definitely want you in it. And don't worry, that was just a hypothetical. No need to run off and tattle to Scott."

"I'm definitely murdering you."

"You should come over sometime. We could hangout or something."

"Hang out?"

"Yeah. You know…video games, pizza."

"I'm not coming over to your underground lair to play video games with you."

"Underground lair?" Theo repeated slowly, arching his neck to look up at Liam.

"Or, den, or whatever."

"You really need to stop listening to Mason," he said, returning his head to its original spot on Liam's shoulder.

"Stiles."

"Definitely stop listening to Stiles."

"Where do you live, then?"

"The Dread Doctors carved out a hole in the wall in their operating theater. I have a sleeping bag in there."

"Whoa. Like Harry Potter."

"You're a dumbass. I live in a house up the street from you."

"Oh. Wait, really?"

"Yep."

"Huh."

Several minutes passed again, Liam in pondering-mode as Theo could tell from his physiological signals. He closed his eyes and smiled. "This is nice, y'know."

"You're a creep," Liam said.

"You've got enough muscle underneath this shirt. Makes it comfortable."

"Okay, even more creepy."

"We could work out together sometime."

"And next you'll be asking me out on a date," Liam said sarcastically."

"I know a good place downtown," Theo replied without missing a beat.

"Oh, fuck off." Theo straightened up, smirking, though still less snark in this one as well. "You're not serious?" he said, looking at the boy.

Theo shrugged. Liam's mouth parted in confused, his eyes not daring to blink. "I wasn't at first, but I'd seriously take you out on a date, or have you over for one. I make a mean grilled cheese." Liam's lips parted even further. "What?"

"I…what?"

"You're hot. I'm into you. We're single. Let's go on a date."

"But…I…you're…I'm not—"

"Gay? Neither am I. I like what I like."

Liam's brain continued to short circuit. "I'm not going on—" He was cut off by the sound of metal doors opening on the outside. They both looked at the double doors in front of them and stood. After another few seconds, their set of doors opened as well.

"You boys alright?" said an unknown man from below them. They nodded, eyeing the two-foot crack of space before them. "Let's get you out of there, then."

Liam and Theo exchanged looked. "Go," Theo offered. Liam gave him a final look before crouching down, sliding his feet through the space, and letting the responders pull him out. Theo followed suit, crouching, dangling, and sliding out with their help. He looked around; Liam was gone. Given that they had only been in there for 40 minutes, there was no real need to give them a thorough examination. Theo frowned, looking around for any sign of the beta. He looked down the hall, intimately familiar with it when the lights were off (and the demonic corpse of his sister was crawling at him). He undertook it though, walking towards the entrance of the hospital with careful and controlled breaths. He rounded the corner, walked through the automatic sliding doors, and saw Liam by the right pillar upholding the overhang.

"Okay," the beta said, running a hand through his longer hair.

"Okay what?"

"Okay to the date. Something must be wrong with me, but okay. Just, not in public. Scott and Malia, and Lydia, and Mason—oh god Mason…they can't know."

"Alright, calm down. It's a date, not a wedding ring."

"Wedding. Ring?" he repeated slowly.

"Oookay, Liam. Baby steps. I'll order pizza, or pick up chipotle. You can come over. We can play a game, watch a movie. Just, hang. How's tomorrow night?" Liam nodded. Theo took a step closer to him, hands in front to show he wasn't threatening. He took another step and then another. He leaned in slowly, wrapping his arms around the werewolf. Liam mimicked the motion and as Theo pulled back, he pressed a slow but innocent kiss to the side of the boy's lips. "I'll see you tomorrow?" Liam nodded. "Seven o'clock?" Liam's trance snapped and he looked into Theo's eyes, quickly glancing down at his lips before returning them.

"Yeah. Seven," he acknowledged. Theo popped him a grin, lightly touched the side of his jaw, and walked off. After a moment, Liam made for his car in the opposite direction. He slipped through the door, closed it, and let his head fall back. "Oh shit, oh shit. What did I do?"

/ | * | * | \

Liam ignored his texts all day. Not just the ones from Mason, but Scott and Corey, too, the latter trying to reach him on behalf of the former. He didn't hide out at home; he considered himself clever for that after Mason threatened to come looking for him. He was at the high school, practicing alone on the field. He told himself, 'in plain sight.'

Mason and Corey did eventually show up. With Brett. "There you are."

"Here I am," he said, dropping the ball in his hand and walking over to them. Seeing the taller beta, he said, "what's up?"

"You weren't answering your texts," Mason said.

"See, he's fine," Brett muttered.

"Is this a search party?" Liam feigned.

"And rescue," Corey added, smirking.

"I'm fine," Liam said, motioning to the mound of lacrosse balls.

"We were just, worried, 'cuz, things," Mason offered.

"I'm fine, really. No hunters, no stray hellhounds. Just practice." Brett looked at him, knowing something more was askew; he stayed silent, however.

"Alright. Corey and I were gonna' grab lunch, wanna' join us?"

"I told coach I'd be here 'til two. And you know coach, he might drop by on a whim." Corey made an agreeing-smirk.

"I could come over later, bring the new Lord of the Rings game?" Mason tried. "Shadow of Mordor looks intense."

"My dad was thinking a movie tonight," Liam lied, causing Brett to make a face and cross his arms almost expectantly.

"Alright. Well, have fun then," Mason said, clearly a little dejected. Corey linked their arms as they started to walk off.

Brett began to follow when he stopped, looked back, and whispered, "You gonna' tell me what's going on?"

Liam shrugged and started walking back to his striking position. Quietly, he said, "I've got a date tonight."

He looked back and saw that Brett had started walking away. "And? With who?"

"I can't...I shouldn't say."

Brett turned back to look at him again, his expression bunched. "Why?"

"I...I accidentally said yes. And I shouldn't 've."

"Hey guys, I think I dropped my keys," Brett said aloud. "I'll meet you by the car." They looked at him, Corey clearly not buying the fib. Brett started walking back and when the couple were inside the school, he darted over to Liam. "Accidentally said yes? How does that even work?"

"It just happened. We bumped into each other. Got, kinda,' stuck...in an elevator. It got personal—"

"Personal?" Brett teased.

"I was a little mean. He was mean back."

"He? Liam—"

"Now you understand the accidentally-part."

"So you're not actually attracted to guys?"

"No."

"But you're going on a date. With a guy."

"I meant to cancel."

"Are you attracted to him?"

"I...I don't know. Maybe? I shouldn't be."

"Because he's a guy?"

"Yes. No! I...shit."

"Liam, what's the big deal? Guys. Girls. It doesn't matter. It's 2014. It's Beacon Hills. No one cares who you date or sleep around with."

"They would with him."

"So you wanna' sleep with him?" Brett teased.

"I really hate you sometimes."

"No, seriously, he can't be that bad."

"It's Theo."

"Okay, maybe it is that bad."

"Fuck!"

"Alright, alright. Maybe it's not. Maybe if things, y'know, go well, he'll turn around more. He helped you during the Wild Hunt, right?" Liam nodded. "Well, maybe there's promise."

"Don't tell Mason. Or Corey; he'd tell Mason. Don't tell Scott, either. Don't tell anyone."

"I'm-not-gonna'-tell-anyone," he enunciated. "No messenger would survive that."

"Brett!"

"I'm kidding. Jesus, lighten up. When're you supposed to go on this date with the devil?"

"Tonight."

"Where?"

"His place."

"You need a condom?"

"And now I'm done with this conversation."

"Sorry, sorry. Just, be careful. In more ways than one," Brett said with a grin. Liam still frowned. "Hey, if things don't work out, maybe I'll take you out next."

"You just love to torture me."

"Oh, that time I was being serious." Liam just looked at him, mouth falling agape. "I've got a thing for shorter guys." Brett winked at him and walked off toward the school.

/ | * | * | \

Liam was all ready. Hair, clothes, teeth: each looked nice and groomed. His deodorant and cologne were mixing well despite the different brands. The physical wasn't the problem. He was pacing, glancing at the text he had typed out to Theo but had yet to send.

/ I don't think I can make it tonight. I've been thinking about it a lot since yesterday. Maybe we should just be friends. /

After fixing the auto-correct induced errors, he glanced it over again. He still wasn't pleased. It was honest, but he still couldn't send it. He looked down at the device on his bed, the screen still alight, the cursor blinking up at him. He walked to the window, and then his bathroom. He swept up the phone and his thumb hovered over the send button. "Fuck it," he finally said, holding down the 'delete' button and making for the front door. His mom was passed out on the couch, the never-ending reruns of Cheers on low-volume. Liam quietly closed the front door behind him and started to unlock his car when Corey appeared from his hidden state next to the driver's door. "Shit! Corey!" he exclaimed, his voice hushed.

"You're not going to the movies tonight, are you?" the chimera stated more than asked.

"What are you doing here? You scared the hell out of me."

"Are you?"

"No."

Corey looked him up and down. "You've got a date." Liam looked away. "Why didn't you just tell him?"

"Because."

"I don't have all the extra senses you do, but I've been dating a lot longer than you."

"It's with a guy, okay?" Corey's eyes widened, taken aback by the revelation.

"I wasn't expecting that," he admitted. "I thought maybe Hayden—" Liam glared up at him "—Okay well, who is it?" Corey smiled, excitement surging in him. "Someone I know?"

"Just leave it."

"Mason's gonna' freak."

"No!" Liam exclaimed. "No. No, you can't tell Mason."

"He'll understand," Corey said matter-of-factly.

"Not this he won't." Corey opened his mouth to reply when Liam cut him off. "Leave it."

Corey just looked at him before nodding. The chimera stepped away from the car and Liam got in. They exchanged a final look before Liam backed out of the driveway and took off down the road. He crossed the main road connected to his development and drove deeper into the one across from it. Consisting of a mere five-minute drive, he parked on the street in front of a lit house that Theo had texted as his address.

He was early. He decided to wait in his car, still struggling with the threshold before him. "What am I doing?"

"I'd say you're on the verge of a nervous breakdown," Theo said, causing Liam to jump from the start.

"People really need to stop sneaking up on me today." Liam looked up at the chimera next to his car before getting out, eliciting a curious look from Theo. "Corey."

"Shoulda' guessed. You hungry?" Liam nodded and following him inside. "You look nice."

"Um, thanks. You, uh, you, too."

Theo smirked at him. "This was a bad idea wasn't it?"

"No. It's just…" But he didn't finish his thought, and when Theo opened the bag of chipotle, he smiled. "No, I can do this."

"I'm not a task for school," Theo said, hand paused mid air holding a burrito bowl.

"That's not what...it's just nerves."

"Good, 'cuz I'm not giving you this food if you leave."

Liam smiled, taking a seat next to where Theo would sit. The chimera passed him a bowl, some plasticware, and a drink. Liam waited for Theo to set his food down and take seat before they began to dig in.

"I'm glad you went with chipotle," Liam said between chews.

"They made your order right?"

"Mmm," he replied.

They ate in somewhat relative silence, familiar enough with each other to ask the introductory questions and burdened enough by the supernatural to act like things were normal. When Liam finished his bowl first, he took a huge sip of his coke before stifling a belch by closing his mouth. "Sorry." Theo only closed-mouth smiled at him. "Bathroom?"

"First door on the left," he said, pointing at the hallway leading to the front door.

Liam excused himself with a smile at Theo. He took his time, running through his mantra in his head, paying close attention to his breathing. He could feel the shaking in his hands and even worse in his legs. He'd hoped the nerves would be gone by the time he finished eating, but as his digestion system made him colder, so, too, did it worsen the nerves. He washed his hands, the heat pacifying them a little. He looked up into the mirror and back at himself, at his eyes. He let them glow for a minute, hoping he could psych himself out, maybe use his inner alpha (if he even had one) to calm him.

To no avail.

Liam opened the door and saw Theo had cleared the table. He looked up from his phone and smiled at the werewolf. "So, movie. Classic or modern?"

"Huh?"

"Pick one."

"Um...classic?"

"Aliens it is."

Liam grinned like a dork and Theo led them over to the couch. Liam plopped down as Theo readied the director's cut version. Seconds later he crashed into the couch himself, his nearly finished drink in hand. As the part came to Ripley's nightmare in the space station above Earth, Liam felt an arm drape behind him on the top of the sofa. And when it was over, he felt that arm rest on his shoulders, Theo's hand pulling him closer.

"This alright?" the chimera whispered.

Liam looked away to meet his eyes. He nodded, still on edge. After another ten minutes had passed, and Liam's brain had stewed so much that he didn't really know where they were in the plot, his will boldened and he moved his hand to rest on Theo's thigh. Theo looked down at it, and then over at the side of Liam's face. The werewolf turned so they were looking at each other. Once again, Liam's eyes glanced down at Theo's lips before snapping back up. This time, though, Theo pulled the boy closer, leaning in.

Despite his inadvertent initiation Liam wasn't ready, so when he felt Theo's soft lips against his own, he gasped, almost squeaked. Theo pulled back a few inches. "Is this…?" Theo tried. But Liam's expression, timid yet flushed, lust stricken in an unintended way. Theo pushed forward again, the hand on Liam's shoulder moving to the back of the boy's neck. He breathed in, their lips at an angle. He pressed them closer together, Liam's hand on his thigh squeezing. He parted his lips, prodding his tongue at the beta's lips. They opened and Theo breathed out hard through his nose, his tongue hungrily delving into Liam's mouth. He felt a hand on his chest, resting there, neither goading nor pushing him away. He reached over with his other hand, across his chest, around Liam's hand, and gripped the boy's thick bicep. Liam's hand on his chest moved up and the werewolf's tongue pushed back against Theo's, trying to take the dominating position.

Theo would have let him, too, when Newt started screaming on the TV. They broke apart and stared at it before turning back to each other and laughed. Theo grabbed the remote and hit the power button before throwing his leg over to sit in Liam's lap. His lips were on the beta's immediately, hungrily pulling at the other boy's. His hands went to the sides of the werewolf's neck, massaging them in rhythm as he started to rock.

Liam pulled back, though. "Wait. Theo, wait," he gasped.

"What is it?" he replied hungrily, his eyes closed, his nose nuzzling Liam's.

"Theo, just, listen." Theo opened his eyes, leaning back and looking at him. "I…this is fast. With…with Hah—with Hay—"

"With Hayden."

Liam's look seemed to thank him. "With her, things were soft. She's sweet, delicate in a way. But this is—it's—it's a lot. Can we just, y'know, slow down?"

Theo smirked lightly, running his thumb over Liam's bottom lip. "Yeah. Definitely." He rolled off the beta, looking forward at the blank screen. "I can't help it. I just wanna' bend you over the table, that's all," he said, enunciating by turning his head to give a teasing blank stare.

The blood drained from Liam's face. His heart picked up speed faster and faster. "I…"

"I saw it once," Theo continued, looking forward again. A light smile tugged as he spoke, clearly fond of the memory streaming through his brain. "When we were in the hospital. I'd just killed a ghost rider with a bone saw. Another one started to choke me. You were inside the morgue with another one. He had you bent over the autopsy table. I hadn't thought about it then, but my memory's good. You should know you've got a sweet ass." Liam gawked at him, dumbfounded. His eyes stopped blinking and his mouth was wider than it normally would be. Theo's smile just gaped. "Should we turn the movie back on?" Liam was seemingly unresponsive. "Or do you have something else in mind?"

Theo went to pick up the remote from the coffee table when his shoulders were being turned and he was forced onto his back. Liam crawled on top of him, his hand slipping under Theo's button-down shirt. Liam ravaged Theo's lips, their teeth clanking together as his hand found its way to Theo's defined pectoral. Theo reached up, his hands rubbing their way firmly down Liam's back until they hit the base of his jeans. He reached further, grabbing Liam's ass and pulling him down harder. Closer. Grinding. Against his crotch. Pushing up against Liam's, forcing him to moan into Theo's mouth. The beta curled his back and ripped open Theo's shirt, a couple buttons smacking into the table next to them. His hand massaged Theo's chest, his pinky finger rubbing hard against a nipple.

Theo's eyes opened, breaking their kiss to gasp. Liam kissed at his jaw, starting to move lower and lower towards his neck. Theo tugged at the boy's shirt, pulling it up over his head and discarding it to the side before attacking his lips. Liam scooted up a little higher and rolled off to his side, his back etching into the sofa. He rubbed his free hand all up and down the chimera's sculpted torso, feeling the light perspiration transferring to his skin.

"You're so hairy," Theo said, his eyes grazing over the werewolf's chest. Liam kissed at his neck, his teeth grazing the skin. Theo's head fell back a little, his eyes closing, relishing the tonguing at the sweat. Liam's hand travelled over his abs, feeling their taut ridges. He went further than intended and his fingers brushed against the boy's waistbands—and also the leaking tip of his erection. Liam pulled away from Theo's neck at the sensation, the chimera letting out a forceful pant at the swipe. He looked down, seeing Theo's cock twitch. "You can—"

But Liam didn't need to be told. He swiped at it again, this time with his thumb. He brought it back up to his nose, smelling the clear liquid that now stuck to his print. Theo watched in awe as the boy licked it and just looked back at him. He shrugged and Theo smirked. The chimera brushed his fingers down Liam's chest, combing through the light forest of hairs. He pushed under Liam's waistbands and wrapped his fingers around the werewolf. The groan that followed forced Theo to swallow it from Liam's lips. The beta's hand fell back to Theo's torso as he began to jerk him beneath his pants. Liam's eyes tightened shut and he began to thrust into that hand wrapped so deliciously around him.

"Liam," Theo panted, their foreheads sliding together, their breath ghosting over their lips. "I want you to fuck me, Liam." Liam spasmed forward, gasping as Theo's thumb rubbed over his slit. He planted a kiss on the werewolf's open mouth, licking at his tongue, sliding back out against his teeth. He sloppily kissed his way down to Liam's neck before pausing to look at the boy's face. He was lost, totally subsumed by the hand gripped around him. Totally engrossed by the heat mingling between them. "I'm gonna' fuck you, too," Theo said before dragging his tongue up the boy's neck and then biting down on the crook of his shoulder.

Liam cried out, teetering out to a moan as he came. Theo heard it first, the spiking of Liam's heartbeats. Then he felt it, that warm thick liquid spurting all through the crevices of his fingers and into his palm. And then he smelled it, the essence that made his own cock jump several times, the scent that intoxicated him and sent his insides shivering with need. Last, he tasted it, bringing his coated hand to his tongue, lapping up every wet area of his skin.

The werewolf against him had simply collapsed as he began his descent. His cheek was hot against Theo's shoulder, his body lax from head to toe. The hand that had teased Theo's torso was motionless, palm flat against his chest muscle. Liam just breathed, his pant slowly dying to a normal rhythm. "Your turn," he finally said, his pinky twitching.

"Nope," Theo said. "Only you tonight."

Liam's head shifted up a little. "Why?"

The chimera pressed his hand to that hairy chest. "So you know I can be selfless."

"Doesn't telling me that defeat the purpose?"

"Maybe. But I still want you to be into this."

"Into you."

"Yeah. Into me."

Liam leaned up a little, closing his eyes and slowly pressing his lips to Theo's. Their tongues met tenderly, the tips lightly dancing with each other. Finally, Liam pushed past and Theo tightened his lips, sucking lightly on the slick flesh. A terse moan escaped the younger boy's throat, his hand starting to rub up and down Theo's chest. The chimera snuck a hand between the couch and Liam's back, only to force Liam to be more chest-to-chest with him. Their lips parted, Liam's tongue slowly slipping back in his mouth, a spit-trail breaking against Theo's lower lip. He put his cheek against Theo's chest, his free hand curling around the older boy's side.

"I'm into you," Liam admitted.

"Perfect," Theo said, grinning to himself.