I AM SAD TO INFORM, THAT I DO NOT OWN

TEENWOLF:'(

It was stupid to think that Stiles would have his best friend back when he heard that Allison dumped him. As selfish as it was for that to be the first thing running through his mind, Stiles couldn't help but feel a tinge of relief. But he found him self hating Allison for dumping Scott as he watched the young wolf mope on his bed.

"It's already been two weeks!" Stiles said for the fourth time since no response was given the fist three times.

"Has it really?..." Scott mumbled, his lower half dangling off the bed as he pushed his face deep into the covers as if trying to suffocate himself. Stiles spun in his computer chair dragging his hands down his face in irritation. After two hours of talking to Scott, Stiles decided that vegetables were better conversationalist. God did he miss Allison already.

"You know...you said all that out loud, right?" Scott said. Somewhere in the middle of Stiles' apparently out loud thoughts, Scott had sat up and was messing with a neon blue and green Chinese Finger Trap Stiles got as a gift from his dad.

"Thank god! He lives!" Stiles threw his arms up in victory as he rolled over to Scott. He eyed the clock, taking note of how late it was getting.

"Scott...you've been here for three hours and have done nothing but moped." Stiles pointed out, looking at Scott who was trying to break free of the trap.

"So?" Scott said, focused on the task before him, unaware of the tired sigh Stiles gave.

"Dude. You've been coming over here for the past five days. Not that I mind that." Stiles added quickly when Scott gave him a worried look. "It's just that you come here to mope and complain. Not to hangout." Stiles continued. Scott stared at him for awhile before turning back to the Finger trap that he successfully got out of.

"Then lets hangout." Scott simply said. Stiles looked at him wide eyed with an urge to smack him upside the head, so much so, that he did just that.

"Ow! What the hell Stiles?" Scott rubbed at the back of his head, irritated as hell. But Stiles was just as irritated if not more, with Scott.

"I have been trying to get you to hangout all week and all day! But all you do is go 'Allison' on me." Scott's eyes flashed a bright yellow before settling back into a dull brown. Stiles noted to himself not to mention Allison anymore after that.

"Well now I'm saying lets hang out." Scott said again with a little more of a growl in his speech. Stiles backed up slightly nodding his head in agreement.

"Yeah sure. But not tonight. It's already late. Don't you have to pick up your mom soon?" Stiles hurried, the fact that the air in the room became more tense with each passing moment.

"Yeah...see you later.." Scott mumbled. They both stood up, Stiles was getting ready to pat Scott on the back as Scott leaned in. Stiles stopped his hand in mid air as he leaned back. "What?" Stiles asked as Scott's face scrunched up as he sniffed at Stiles.

"You smell weird.." Scott stated as he sniffed harder and longer.

"Wow. Thanks for letting me know buddy." Stiles rolled his eyes as he pushed at Scott's chest, urging him to the door.

"No, I mean...Never mind." Scott turned to leave giving a halfhearted wave goodbye to Stiles before disappearing down the stairs.

Stiles waited for the sound of Scott closing the front door before letting out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. He put a hand over his chest, remembering the way it stuttered when Scott was only inches from his face. Stiles was too tired to read into what that meant, so shaking off the feeling, Stiles kicked off his pants and peeled off his shirt, left in nothing but boxers. Climbing into bed, he pulled the comforter over his head curling in on himself be fore falling asleep.

Stiles groaned in displeasure as the knocking persisted. Moving to roll onto his stomach, Stiles managed to meet face first with the floor. Hissing in pain, he sat up on his knees as he looked to the window. The light streaming through the glass made Stiles wince as he tried to get a good look at who was creeping this morning. Standing up Stiles walked over, opening the window before stepping back to cross his arms and give his best bitch face at the intruder climbing in.

"Great! Just the person I wanted to see at..." Stiles cut off to peer at his alarm clock. "7:30 in the morning? What the hell Scott?" Stiles asked. Scott gave him a look as if the answer was obvious.

"To hang out of course." Scott said, standing awkwardly in Stiles' room. Stiles fixed him with a long stare, lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something. Running a tongue over his lips, Stiles began to say something but got a little choked up when he thought he just saw Scott..no never mind. It had to be Stiles imagination.

"You have got to be kidding." Stiles ran a hand over his face before sitting down in his computer chair, leaning far back.

"I'm not." Scott gave a pouty face that Stiles wanted to tear apart, but at the same time it made him want to give in and let Scott have his way.

"Fine. Then what are we gonna do buddy." Stiles breathed. Stiles let his hands roam his desk, messing with the keyboard for a little, waiting for Scott to think something up. Stiles got a hold of a green ball, a grin spreading across his face.

"Hey Scott..." Stiles called in a energetic tone. Scott looked up to see Stiles waving a tennis ball at him.

"Catch!" Stiles threw the ball, half expecting it to bounce of Scott's chest. Scott swiftly grabbed the ball out of the air, giving Stiles a cheeky grin.

"You're no fun." Stiles claimed before standing up to stretch. Scott rolled his eyes, placing the ball on the night stand.

"What's next? We gonna go on a walk?" Scott snorted. Stiles gave him a long stare as if considering the idea. Before Stiles could open his mouth, Scott fixed him with a meaningful look.

"Fine." Stiles huffed. Stiles turned to surf the web, getting annoyed waiting for Scott to come up with something. After two minuets of Scott killing what little brain cells he had left, Stiles stood up and grabbed his keys, heading for the door

"Where are you going?" Scott asked. Stiles turned to see Scott's hurt face.

"We're going to rent a movie." Stiles explained motioning for Scott to follow as he turned back around, continuing out the door.

"Dude, Are you okay?" Stiles asked as he kept his eyes fixed on the road.

"Yeah." Scott said quickly. Stiles gave a worried glance at Scott, bothered by the fact that he was pressed up against the door, head halfway out the window.

"Do I stink or something thine?" Stiles asked raising his arm to smell, when they came to a red light.

"No! I mean you smell weird but the smell isn't bad." Scott muttered. Stiles looked up at Scott with a question at the tip of his tongue but was cut off when the cars behind him, blared their horns.

Stiles skimmed the shelves, Scott following closely behind. "Aha." Stiles stopped finding a good enough movie. Scott bumped right into him causing the movie to fall out of Stiles' hand.

"Dude. You try to get as far away from me when in the car and now your all over me in the store. What's the problem?" Stiles complained as he picked up the movie to put it back on the shelf. Scott seemed to not have heard him as he moved in closer, looking intently at something at the front of the video store. Stiles coughed roughly, failing to get the wolf's attention. Finally he pinched Scott's arm getting him to turn to face him.

"Scott. What is with you?" Stiles asked. Hand still on Scott's arm.

"The clerk is checking you out." Scott said. Stiles thought he heard Scott growl but ignored it as he moved to look over Scott's shoulder to see the clerk. The clerk wore a Orange and Blue button up with the Store logo on. Dark cropped hair gelled down, piercings in his right eyebrow, lip, and nose. His face wasn't pleasant to look at, but his eyes were an amazing hazel. Stiles gave Scott a 'you dumbass' look before laughing.

"No he isn't. Besides he's a dude." Stiles grinned. His grin slowly faded as he saw the stony look Scott gave him. Stiles averted his eyes grabbing a movie without looking, and moving to walk pass Scott. Scott grabbed his arm pulling Stiles back in front of him.

"I smelt the pheromones coming off of him when he saw you walk in Stiles. And what do you mean he's a dude? That just means he's gay or something." Scott stared intently at Stiles, his hand still wrapped around Stiles' forearm.

Stiles didn't know what to say, so he settled with 'OK' before jerking out of the beta's grip and continuing to checkout.

"Hi. How are you?" The guy behind the desk greeted with a strangely genuine smile as he took Stiles selection. Stiles rubbed his hands together thinking of what Scott said earlier.

"Fine. You?" Stiles asked, glancing behind him to see Scott lurking close behind him.

"I"m alright, thank you. Hey, today you can rent another movie for free with your purchase." Stiles was about to turn to get another movie but Scott stopped him.

"I'll get it." Scott turned, disappearing into one of the aisles. Stiles turned his attention back to the clerk when he heard him hiss. Leaning in over the counter, he motioned for Stiles to do the same. Stiles leaned in fighting the urge to lean back when the guy breathed on his face.

"Are you guys dating?" The clerk asked eagerly. Stiles peered at the clerks name tag as he chuckled a little.

"No Darian... We're just friends." Darian's face visibly lit up.

"You think I could get your number?" He asked Stiles hopefully, moving his hand to graze Stiles'. Stiles jerked his hand away, spazzing out as he leaned too far back almost falling. Stiles could feel he face heat up in embarrassment. He opened his mouth but couldn't find the words to say.

Just then Scott came up, slamming the movie onto the counter a little to hard.

"Can we get a move on." Scott said a growl hinting in his voice as he glared coldly at the clerk. Stiles gave Scott a thankful look even though the wolf couldn't see it. Darian scanned the items quickly, bagging them hurriedly and shoving them into Stiles hand. Scott grabbed Stiles pulling him out of the store.

"You were right." Stiles muttered, answering the smug look Scott gave him as they climbed into the car. Scott grinned harder.

Walking into the living room, Stiles closed his blinds trying to make it as dark as possible for the movie, while Scott put in the movie. "What you put in?" Stiles asked as he walked into the kitchen, Scott following.

"I don't know. It's something you picked out." Scott answered, propping his head up wit his hands as he leaned onto the counter. Stiles hummed in response as he microwaved some popcorn.

"What were you gonna say?" Scott asked after a few minuets. Stiles leaned against the counter next to Scott, looking at him with confusion.

"What?" Stiles asked. Scott stood up a hand still resting on the counter top as he looked Stiles in the eye.

"What were you gonna say to the clerk? When he asked for your number." Stiles passed, not sure where this was coming from.

"Uhhh...No?" Stiles said, making it sound like a question. Scott moved, placing his free hand on the counter on Stiles other side trapping the freckled teen as he moved in front of Stiles.

Stiles backed up more into the counter as Scott leaned in, faces only inches apart. Stiles felt his heart stutter like crazy as Scott's breath ghosted over his face.

"No?" Scott asked, voice low and sounding strangely thick. Stiles gripped the edge of the counter tightly, eyes locked into Scott's.

"No.." Stiles said, voice small and trembling. He flinched slightly as he felt Scott's arm graze his own. Everything seemed slow as they continued to look intently at each other. This time Stiles knew Scott was looking at his lip as he licked them. Stiles snapped out of whatever it was Scott and him were sharing as the microwave beeped loudly, signaling the popcorn was done. Stiles slid under Scot's arm, rushing to get the popcorn.

"Popcorn's ready. Let watch the movie." Stiles rushed, refusing to look at Scott, his face red with embarrassment. Stiles settled in on the floor, leaning against the couch while Scott sat on the couch.

Stiles took a handful of popcorn, stuffing his face as he watched the screen. He chocked on the corn as two people appeared on the screen, doing inappropriate things.

The man grunted harshly as he slammed into the woman eliciting a moan from her, another man was shown tied to a chair watching them, anger present on his face.

"Don't you love the way I fuck your wife? Giving her something she's been missing for all the years?" The man having sex said, taunting the man in the chair.

Stiles face turned bright shade of red as he swallowed down the last of his popcorn.

"Stiles." Stiles felt him self freeze as he heard Scott call his name, a little too calmly. Stiles kept his eyes fixed on the screen, trying to keep his heart rate down as he watched the man in the chair be murdered.

"Hmm?" Stiles said. Refusing to look at Scott.

"Stiles." Scott repeated something dark in his voice this time. Stiles turned around slowly.

"I'm sooo sor-" Stiles couldn't keep up with what was happening. All he knew was that his back was on the floor and there was a pressure on his both his wrist. Stiles gasped as a hand snaked under his shirt rubbing his abdomen. He looked up to see Scott's face, his eyes were filled with lust and want. Something Stiles only saw him direct at Allison.

"Scott." Stiles whispered. He winced a little as the beta's grip on his wrist tightened.

"Stiles..." Scott trailed, his voice husky. "I want you."Before Stiles could react Scott pressed his lips hard against his own, tongue begging for entrance. Stiles didn't know what was happening, but at the same time he did. Stiles moaned into the kiss as Scott deepened it, his hand running down Stiles side to his waist. Stiles wrapped his arms around Scott's neck as the beta began to grind into him. Stiles was going to lose himself in the hat as their breath mixed together, tongues intertwined, and hands roamed his body, but felt a loss of contact. Opening his eyes, Stiles stared at Scott questioningly.

Scott sat up sitting back on the couch but lingered when it came to pulling his hand from under Stile's shirt.

"Your dad is home." Scott said, voice still husky. Stiles straightened up just as his dad walked in.

"Hey Stiles, Scott." The Sheriff greeted as he walked into the living room, setting his badge on the side table.

"Hey Dad." Stiles said awkwardly, Scott waving. The Sheriff looked at them both weirdly, before shaking it off.

"I'm heading back out to the store. Need anything?" he asked getting out his keys and heading for the door. Stiles shook his head. Mr. Stilinski waved goodbye before disappearing out the door.

Stiles found lips on his again, hands back under his shirt.

"Stop." Stiles gasped out as he pushed on Scott's shoulders.

"What? What's wrong?" Scott asked worriedly. Stiles licked his lips, trying to catch his breath.

"Uhm...why now?" Stiles asked averting his eyes. Scott rested a hand on top of Stiles' hand, the other scratching the back of his head.

"I don't know. I guess the breakup just made it all clear that it was you I wanted..." Scott muttered, blushing hard. Stiles gave a small smile that went unnoticed to Scott as he struggled for more words.

"I mean... I kinda figured I was attracted to you but I tried to convince myself it was a friendly kinda way.. But now that this has happened I know it's way more. You make everything feel right an fit. Allison... Allison didn't, doesn't make me feel the way you do." Scott said. Stiles smiled brightly as Scott spoke. Wrapping his arms around Scott, he kissed the beta for all he was worth.

"I was staring to get tired waiting for you." Stiles said with a warm smile before kissing Scott again.

I Like this story and wanna make it more than just a one-shot. But I don't

wanna ruin it for you if you prefer it one-shot. Sooo with that said.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT :D

P.S. If you haven't, please check out my other stories, there good, so I've heard ;)