I will apologize ahead of time for the reference of rape. I couldn't think of anything else after having to write this over for the fifth time due to my computer being retarded and not saving any of my progress. And someone suggested I write that. Con of having perverted guys as friends. :(
Stiles dragged himself into his room, throwing his bookbag onto the floor before falling onto his bed with a groan. He was starting to rethink his intake on lacrosse. Rolling onto his back, Stiles stared at the ceiling till his eyes began to blur and his eyelids slowly fell close due to fatigue. Stiles' brain was so close to supplying him with a kick ass dream, but was stopped short by a sudden pressure on his chest.
"Let me sleep..." Stiles groaned, opening one eye to see a head of brown curls in his line of sight. Stiles was going to strangle Scott, his loud voice giving Stiles a headache.
"Why are you sleeping?" Scott whined, his whole body on top of Stiles. Not comfortable. Stiles scowled at Scott, because he knew damn well why Stiles was trying to get some shut eye.
"Did you miss the part where I had to do suicides for lacrosse practice or how Jackson slammed me to the ground?" Stiles said, bitch face in full effect. Scott stared up at Stiles with guilty eyes before a smirk grew on his lips. Did he find amusement in Stiles' pain or something? Sadistic bastard.
Stiles was having a full freak out at the sudden movement of his body being turned around, finding himself laying on his stomach.
"Rape!" Stiles cried as he felt Scott's hands on his lower back.
"It's not rape if you like it." Scott breathed, breath ghosting over Stiles ear. Stiles felt his eyes widen at that, struggling even more despite the smile on his lips. Scott simply rolled his eyes before getting a little comfortable as he straddled the teen's back.
"Stay still." Scott ordered before rubbing soothing circles between Stiles' shoulder blades. Stiles hissed in pain, as he felt Scott's hands put pressure on his soar muscles.
"Sorry. Do you want me to stop?" Scott asked worriedly, Stiles could practically hear the worry lines on the beta's forehead.
"No. It only hurt for a second." Stiles breathed, feeling less tense. Scott continued to rub his back, lulling Stiles into a daze. Stiles wasn't even sure why Scott was doing something like this, but it was definitely earning the beta some major brownie points.
Stiles gasped a little when he felt something warm and wet tickle down the back of his neck.
"Since when did a massage involve licking my neck?" Stiles asked, a light blush on his cheeks as Scott nipped at his earlobe. Scott didn't answer, just flipped Stiles onto his back before attacking his mouth. Stiles moaned into the kiss, his tongue clashing with Scott's as he wrapped his arms around his neck, Scott's hands under his shirt.
Sucking at the dip between Stiles' shoulder and neck, Scott teased at one of the teen's nipple, Stiles arching his back in response. Everything was brought to an end when Scott's phone begin to ring in his pocket. They both groaned in annoyance as Scott hurriedly dug for his phone, silencing it before preparing to chuck it to the floor.
"Dude! You should see who that was." Stiles said, breathing coming in pants. Scott looked at Stiles like he was crazy, because there is no way in hell he was going to stop this for a phone call.
"Don't worr-"
"There is a 99.9% chance that, that was an important call. I know mine were." Stiles said pointedly, already pushing Scott off of him so he could get off the bed. Scott gave him a guilty expression, knowing exactly what Stiles was talking about before moving to see who the idiot was that called. He had one missed call and a text message from Derek. He didn't bother with the voice mail because he had a feeling he didn't want too. Derek didn't handle being 'ignored' very well. Scott let out a slur of muttered, angry words as he read Derek's text.
"We have a pack meeting." Scott grumbled to Stiles, who came back in from the bathroom. Scott pulled Stiles back onto the bed, kissing him everywhere and anywhere. Scott couldn't help the flutter in his chest at the sound of Stiles honey thick laugh ringing in his ears. Stiles kissed Scott back, letting the wolf wrapped his arms tightly around his waist.
"C'mon, we better get going before Derek has a fit." Stiles said after a while of cuddling and kisses, his phone notifying him of a text. Stiles rolled his eyes when Scott gave out a protest, shoving his face into Scott's face.
"Fine." Scott grumbled reading the text from Derek saying there was a pack meeting.
Scott would shoot Derek a death glare when the Alpha wasn't looking. He was still pissed off that he didn't get to continue what he started with Stiles. Stiles would simply roll his eyes and smirk at the overreacting beta, before listening to Derek who started to speak once Allison, last one to get there, finally arrived.
Stiles frowned slightly, a little confused as to why she was here. She stopped coming a few weeks ago, due to her and Scott's break up. So seeing her was a little disconcerting.
"Allison had something to tell us all, which is why we're all here."
"We have a new shape shifter in our midst. And it's not friendly." Allison stated, face hard and cold as she looked at all of them, her eyes glistening just the slightest when they landed on Scott. She had become distant and cold as time past. Stiles was pretty sure that if he even stopped her to catch up, she'd give him her hunter face and tell him to fuck off. Even though they weren't close, Stiles still felt like he had lost her as a friend.
"There goes my vacation." Lydia muttered angrily, looking at her nails with a frown. Stiles smirked at that, he loved the way Lydia prioritized things. Allison rolled her eyes, face still hard.
"Are you sure? I mean how do you know?" Jackson asked from where he was sitting next to Lydia. His face suggested he could care less, but his eyes told a different story.
"Me and a group of hunters spotted it's activity a few weeks ago. About twenty miles away there's a town where a lot of deaths have taken place lately. Now it's here and we had a little confrontation with it a two nights ago." Allison explained, ignoring the glare Derek was giving here. Stiles new exactly what that glare meant.
"Why are you just telling us this?" Stiles asked, eyebrows furrowed. Allison's shoulder's visibly tensed as she looked Stiles in the eyes, jaw clenched.
"Because they thought they could handle it, but obviously not and now they need our help." Derek said, eyes boring into Allison's side. She glared at Derek, fist balled in anger. Stiles didn't have to be a werewolf to feel the tension in the air.
"We could and we can. We just find it would be a lot more quicker to get this thing dealt with if we had you on the matter as well." Allison bit out. "Listen, I'm not going to stand here and take this from you. Now you know, do what you want with that piece of information." Allison bit out, before storming off to the front door. Unsurprisingly Scott got up, following after her.
Stiles felt his chest tighten up at that, fighting off a pained expression as he tried his best not to let his eyes linger on the place Scott was, just seconds ago. Scott was an idiot, but Stiles knew he was just doing what he does best, he was trying to make everything right. It's funny how it was unknowingly not working for Scott.
Everyone was in their seats, a little unsure of what to do, except for Lydia who stood up, motioning Jackson to the same.
"Well, I already know were going to look into this, so no use sitting around debating a matter that's already been decided. Good night." Lydia said shortly before heading out with Jackson in tow.
"Y-yeah." Stiles cursed himself for choking up as he stood up. "I should probably get going too, find out more about this shape shifter for us." Stiles lied, he didn't even know where to start looking with the sad amount of information he got, he just needed to get out of there.
"Stiles." Stiles turned around when a hand wrapped around his elbow, looking at Derek who was frowning at him. He parted his lips as if to say something, but slowly closed it his frown deepening.
"Be careful." Derek said, letting go of the teen. Stiles rolled his eyes at that.
"Will do." Stiles said, having heard that same line many times before. Stiles let himself out, the night air hitting him in the face with a cool breeze. He let out a slow breath, feeling his eyes fall close.
"No Scott! I don't! So please explain!" Stiles eyes snapped open at the sudden out burst, eyes scanning his surroundings. His eyes fell on the sight of Allison and Scott a few feet away, arguing. Allison had her fist balled as if ready to punch something, ace filled with rage. Scott looked conflicted, hands extended as if to calm a wild beast. Stiles wish he wasn't there in that very moment as he watched.
"I still love you!" Allison blurted before kissing Scott. Stiles didn't even try to stop the shout that escaped his lips as he watched her lips connect with Scott's. Pain radiated off every inch of his body, his heart feeling tight in his chest as he walked down the steps in a haste. Walking past them, Stiles ignored the look on Allison's face, looking into the panicked eyes of Scott.
"I'm going home, you coming?" Stiles asked, willing his voice to stay calm as he looked straight into Scott's eyes. Scott nodded, not giving Allison a shred of attention as he practically ran to Stiles side.
"Stiles, please talk to me." Scott pleaded for what seemed like the millionth time. Stiles simply gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he glared at the on coming traffic. Stiles didn't hate traffic lights as bad as he did in that moment, as they came to a slow stop at one.
"I didn't kiss her, I didn't even kiss back."
"But you didn't push her off of you." Stiles finally said, his voice sounding strained and cold.
"Stiles, it didn't mean anything! I don't want Allison! I want you!" Scott said frantically. Stiles shook his head, wiling away tears.
"Why? Why don't you 'want' her? Is it because you got sick of her, got bored?" Stiles asked cooly.
"What? No! I never got tired of her. I just... I didn't feel that way about her anymore." Scott said, voice faltering. Stiles slammed the breaks, glaring heatedly at Scott as the beta tried to still himself at the sudden action.
"Just because I'm not like you! Some werewolf with supernatural abilities does not mean I'm an idiot!" Stiles snapped, tears threatening to spill. "You still love her and this thing we have going is just a way to bury the burden. Hell, I bet you would've taken her back if you weren't with me!" Stiles finished. Scott looked at him with a pained expression, leaning away from Stiles as if he was a bomb ready to explode. Then anger slid over his face as he glared at Stiles.
"Why? Why are you so dead set on believing that I don't love you. That I'll drop you like yesterdays news just because some girl walks by? Yeah, I still love Allison, but I love you more." Scott snapped. "Damnit Stiles, I love you more than I could ever love her! When I'm with you I can't seem to function anymore without at least kissing you once or sleep at night without having seen your face first. What do I have to do to make you understand that?" Scott demanded with sincerity. Stiles stared at Scott, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Stiles knew exactly what he wanted Scott to do, but he couldn't say it. He knew what Scott would say, the same thing he's said time and time before. So he simply shook his head with a small smile, his chest feeling unbelievably tight as he leaned in, connecting their lips.
"Say that one more time." Stiles said against Scott's lips, eyes closed as he felt the betas breath against his skin. Scott gave out a short laugh, pulling Stiles closer to him, breathing in his scent.
"I love you." Scott whispered, kissing Stiles hard.
Stiles isn't sure how they ended up at Scott's place, in his room, on his bed. But he couldn't find himself thinking about that as Scott sucked at one of his sensitive nipples, leg propped between his legs as he grinded into Stiles slowly. Stiles gasped in pleasure as he felt Scott slide down a hand down his stomach, past the waist band of his waist band.
"I'm ready." Stiles gasped, as Scott looked at him for permission before continuing on, giving Stiles a hard kiss. Stiles felt like his body was on fire, pleasure feeling him as he felt himself being in synch with Scott. Their breathing in time as they clung to each other like it was the end of the world. If Stiles could, he'd stay in this moment forever. But nothing last forever.
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