| Different (Sequel to Type O) |

When Liam woke on his side Saturday morning, it was nearing 11. His curtains weren't drawn so the sun was shining through at full force. Liam groaned at the slight headache before reaching out to grab his phone from the nightstand. With his untrapped hand, he scrolled through the few notifications: football scores, a twitter update, a text from his mom (that they arrived at her sister's house in San Francisco just fine), and three messages from Mason.

/ did you make it home okay? / / last night was wild / / Liam you up? alive? you didn't fall in another hole did you? :P /

Liam smirked and thumb-texted back.

/ yeah got home fine / / no holes either lol /

/ bwahaha / / you had me worried for a min / / this is messed up dude /

/ what is? /

/ I'm the gay one and go home alone and you're the w/e and go home with THE bae of beacon hills /

/ please stop using that term o.O / / I went home alone too! /

And then Liam's bed shifted slightly next to him. His eyes widened and he rolled over enough to see the long frame of Brett Talbot lying next to him, stretched out on his back in nothing but a pair of white and blue-striped boxer-trunks. Oh damn, he thought, especially eying the morning bulge pointed in his direction.

/ ok um maybe not O.O /

/ what do you mean maybe not!? /

/ I don't remember how but Brett's in mah bed /

/ dude you can't get drunk…remember harder / / and not that kinda harder! /

/ tell him that /

/ you're a terrible human being / / can I see it? help a friend out? /

/who's a terrible human being again? /

/ I hate you /

/ I know 3 /

Mason didn't reply so he put his phone back on the nightstand. He turned slowly so that he was now on his other side. Brett was…God, Mason was right…look at those abs. Beautiful. The word Liam could find was beautiful. His face was at such ease and his build was perfect beyond anything Liam could want (or fathom wanting). Liam closed his eyes and breathed him in. Instantly he found Brett's scent more than compatible with his own. In fact, it seemed to mix so well that Liam got lost in it for a moment.

It was only when Brett shifted again that he opened his eyes to see his as-of-last-night-dance partner with his back to him. That ass…gotta stop. Liam immediately hopped out of his bed and uncomfortably walked to the bathroom across the hall. He looked down at his own bulge and swore. Why Brett? And then he thought back to last night. After they left the club. And Mason. In Brett's car. In front of Liam's house…

"Thanks for dropping me off," Liam said, looking over at Brett with a nervous smile.

"No problem," he replied. "I, um, I had fun."

"Me too," he said with a little more confidence. They both looked down, unsure of what to do next. In some regards it was obvious: Liam would go inside and sleep and Brett would take off back home. But there were things… "Mason called me 'Type O' yesterday." Brett snorted a small laugh. "What?"

"You kinda' are." Liam shrugged next to him. Brett looked at him finally. "But you don't wanna' talk about Mason, do you?" Liam looked up at him, mouth agape like it had been earlier that night. Brett moved in quickly, lightly grabbing Liam's chin and slowly, tenderly kissing him. Having had time to mull over the thoughts in his head and get away from the sexually charged atmosphere, it caught Liam by surprise again. He squeaked a little but closed his eyes nonetheless. He kissed Brett back, tightening his lips a little and moving against him. Brett reached over with his other hand and placed it at the base between Liam's neck and shoulder, coaxing him closer.

Liam obliged and opened his mouth in the process, immediately giving entrance to the taller werewolf. He slid in and Liam inhaled and moaned. This was all new for him. Different than he'd expected. And he liked it. A lot. He moved with the motions, picking up quickly unlike dancing earlier. His hand moved to Brett's thigh and the older boy even shuddered a little. Brett pulled back, looking at Liam's wanting, seduced face. He smiled and Liam opened his eyes with a flutter of his lids. "Get in my lap," Brett said. Liam's eyes uncontrollably burned yellow. Brett patted his thigh and Liam nodded, moving a little eagerly before positioning his shins on the outer sides of Brett's thighs. Brett smiled stupidly at him. "Hi."

"Hi," Liam replied with an equally nervous smile, his cheeks at their reddest. He felt a hand slide behind the shorter hairs on the base of his neck and he willingly leaned forward. Their noses bumped as they kissed. Their tongues found each other again, but this time Brett pulled Liam in harder and the energy began to surge within them both. The want spiked and soon Brett had his other hand under Liam's still-damp shirt, feeling the cool backside of the boy on top of him. The sensation of Brett's hand forced him to breathe harder, become more lively and engaged. He ground down, feeling Brett's erection straining against his ass.

"Unghh," Brett groaned into Liam's mouth, air harshly escaping through his nose. He removed his lips and attacked Liam's jaw, moving to the underside and down his neck to his shoulder. His hand pulled Liam closer by the low of his back, the other falling from under his shirt to cup his ass. Liam arched, closing his eyes and dipping his head back. He felt so alive. So exposed to something so foreign. New. Different. It was unlike anything he imagined: being with someone. It was good and he let himself fall into it. Hard.

He ground down again after falling forward a little, eager to rediscover Brett's puffy lips. "Liam…hah…s-slow down." Liam kissed him hard, grinding at a rhythm now. He felt the urge to nip at Brett's lips. Expose some red to already red lips. He felt the taller boy's tongue recede, past his fangs. Fangs. That's why. 'The moon' popped into his head and they retracted but his motions didn't cease. He wanted this. He wanted Brett. "Liam, shit I'm gonna…" And no sooner did those words escape, Liam felt Brett's muscles tighten. Smelled something new, yet familiar in ways. He felt Brett hug him tight, breathe and gasp hard into his ear.

Liam felt devilish. Proud. He licked along down the outside of Brett's ear before taking the lope between his teeth, exacerbating the taller boy's shudder. "You…god…" Brett separated them a little and smiled brightly at the other beta. Liam at first looked mischievously proud, but fizzled back into his normal smile as he smelled the bliss radiating from the older boy. "You're just…" And Brett couldn't finish, just leaned forward and pecked his lips. Once. Then again. And then they were making out for another minute.

Ultimately Liam asked if Brett wanted to come in and clean off. Brett accepted and quietly they crept up to Liam's room. Brett used the bathroom while Liam twiddled his thumbs on his bed. When Brett finally emerged, Liam moved past him to actually use the bathroom for innocent reasons. When he returned to his room, however, he found Brett half-asleep on his bed. Why wake him.

Liam shook his head, still leaning against the sink. The front of his boxers were wet and his bulge was now on the side of painful. He looked up into the mirror and just stared at himself for a minute. After willing his erection to calm a little, he splashed some water in his face and looked to return to his room. When he walked in, though, his bulge twitched. Noticeably. There, centered in the bed, arms bent and hands behind his head, legs spread, was a smiling Brett Talbot. Smug, proud, and seductive at the lack of underwear and what hardness was exposed by that fact.

Liam just stood there, frozen. Gaping. Staring. Reddening. Hot. Brett intentionally bounced it and Liam nearly fell over at the fuzziness creeping in. "Are you just gonna' stand there or 're you gonna' join me, short stuff?"