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works/5838979.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Alan_Deaton/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Alan_Deaton, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Shower_Sex, Underage_Sex, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Masturbation,
      Voyeurism, Accidental_Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Peeping
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-28 Words: 1452
****** A Few Good Deeds ******
by knr
Summary
     Anonymous said:
     Can you write some Deaton/Teen Scott? Like a 14 year old Scott starts
     to volunteer at Deaton's office and stuff builds/happens between
     them? Thanks!
Notes
     Heed the warnings, guys! Not the worst thing I've ever written in
     terms of taboos and whatnot, but Scott is still fourteen in this so
     not super legally able to consent, even though it's nowhere near non-
     con.
See the end of the work for more notes
It's nothing Alan ever meant to happen. When Scott comes to the vet's office
two years shy of the legal working age begging for a job because his mom needs
the help and he loves animals, well, how can he say no to that face? Because he
tries. God help him, he tries to say no a few different times but Scott is
looking at him with those big chocolate puppy dog eyes and that pout and who
the hell could say no to that? So, he agrees. Under the rule that if anyone
asks, he's only a volunteer and all the money is under the table. No taxes, no
paperwork; something Alan Deaton could likely end up in jail for but he managed
to figure out a list of loopholes before he ever agreed to letting Scott work
there.

It started innocently enough. Alan was just helping a kid who, begrudgingly,
needed help. He was there every day, working from the time he got out of school
until he had to go to bed every night. There was a mutual respect for each
other and Alan knew he should've left it at that.. but Scott was such a sweet
kid, and sometimes Alan noticed him. Was that such a crime, to just look at
someone? He was a man of control and he could control himself around Scott.

It isn't until he comes straight from practice one night, still drenched in
sweat and complaining that he needs to get a shower at the vet's apartment
upstairs that he ever considers anything past looking. Because Alan is standing
in his bedroom and Scott - Scott is already peeling his shirt off by the time
he reaches the door of Deaton's bathroom and the older man's breath hitches in
his throat. And he tells himself maybe Scott is tired and he forgot Alan was
standing in the next room when he leaves the door open before he strips down
and climbs into the shower.
And maybe it's surprise paralyzing him but Alan can't bring himself to do
anything but watch; watch as he rinses off, soaps up and rinses off again.
Can't bring himself to look away as Scott leans against the wall with his eyes
shut, stroking himself to completion. Alan can barely remind himself to
breathe, let alone move, but Scott is starting to turn the water off and he's
suddenly hyper aware of how damn hard he is and it isn't exactly subtle against
the zipper of his slacks. While Scott spends the next ten minutes feeding the
animals and looking for him, he rests his forehead against the cool brick of
the building's outer wall, jerking off at the thought of joining Scott in the
shower until he comes across the outside of the office's back door.

From then on, it's all he can think about. Alan can't tell if it's all in his
head because now he's seen Scott and he knows what he looks like when he comes,
or if the kid is encouraging it. The way he gives that seductive little pout,
the way he hints at needing more 'experience', is it all some way to lead Alan
right into bed with him? No. It can't be - he's just a kid.. right? But Alan
can barely stop staring and Scott's coming over more and more often for showers
at his place and one night, he just breaks. He's just a man, after all.

About six months after they meet, Alan follows a few minutes behind him up the
stairs. Watches him shower. Watches him jerk off. The same routine they've
fallen into just about weekly. But something is different this time; because
this time, right before Scott comes, he locks his eyes with Alan and smirks and
the older man's blood runs cold. He knows. The words echoed in his mind like a
broken record, reminding him of a few things: one, that his cover is blown.
two: that Scott knew what he was doing, and kept going back. and three: well,
Scott wanted more. If he hadn't, he would've never let Alan in on the secret
that he was aware of the other's presence. Alan barely even realizes what he's
doing before he's stepping out of a pile of clothes on the floor and walking
toward the bathroom and suddenly, they're there. Both naked, both vulnerable,
and Scott.. with his matted hair and innocent eyes complementing that wicked
smirk.. he looked down perfect.
"You've been bad," Alan murmurs, and he's not entirely sure Scott will hear him
over the water but he doesn't care. He wastes no time on climbing into the
shower with Scott, automatically manhandling the teen into the position he
wants until Scott's bent at the waist facing away from Alan with his hands
planted firmly on the wall for stability. Alan uses nothing more than the water
of the shower and leftover come on Scott's cock to slick up his fingers, not
taking nearly enough time to work Scott open with one finger before he's adding
another. But he wants Scott to feel it; wants to know the torture he went
through for months, watching without touching. And maybe he wants to punish
Scott just a little for going so long without telling him he knew.
Alan realizes quietly that Scott must, /must/ be a virgin because god damn is
he tight and the man knows he needs to be stretched more. Knows he's still
tight, but Alan's cock is throbbing and he's so tired of jerking off in a back
alley behind his apartment building. Scott's breath is ragged, a steady mixture
of whines and moans, whimpers and sighs as he fucks himself back onto Alan's
fingers but he goes completely still when they're replaced with something else.
Something hard and bigger and it doesn't slip in right away. He can feel the
way it stretches him and for a moment, his hand almost slips but he catches
himself.
Scott lets out a broken moan when the head of Alan's cock finally pops through
that ring of muscle, and Alan's hand comes down to hook beneath the curve of
Scott's hip to hold him in place. He doesn't have the biggest cock, sure, but
he's not ashamed of it either. And, judging by the curve in Scott's back as
Alan bottoms out, he thinks he'll do just fine. Alan remains for a moment,
giving Scott time to adjust to the size and giving himself time to adjust to
how damn tight Scott is because he's been waiting half a year for this and he
refuses to waste it on thirty seconds. But, once he's damn sure he won't come
just yet, Alan pulls out nearly completely, save for the head of his cock where
it's still nestled perfectly inside Scott. After that, he quickly finds a
punishing pace, rocking back and forth between long and slow, and hard and
fast. It's been so long, so long watching this kid and finally, he knows what
the teen feels like around his cock and it's all so damn good.

Alan reaches down, grabbing Scott by the shoulder and pulling him back so
they're both standing, Scott's back against his chest as he shifts to press
Scott flush against the wall with practically nowhere to go and god, he's so
good. Without needing to hold himself up now, Scott reaches back, cupping his
ass to hold himself wide open for Alan - he swears he saw it all the time in
porn and while he could never understand the appeal, the first time Alan drills
in and hits there, it's like everything mind-numbingly makes sense. They're
trembling at this point and Alan thanks god for they wall he's pinning Scott
against because he's not entirely sure the kid would still be standing
otherwise as he fucks into him mercilessly.
He can't help himself, kissing and biting everywhere on Scott he can reach,
along the back of his neck and his shoulder. He reaches an arm around, slowing
his pace as he wraps his fingers around Scott's small cock, stroking him in
perfect time with his own thrusts as he smirks. "Come. Now." Alan all but
orders him in a stern voice and the man silently banks more commands in his
mind because Scott clearly likes it - he cries out as he comes streams against
the wall of the shower and god, he's so beautiful when he's spent. Alan pulls
his hand away not long after though, fucking Scott open desperately and chasing
his own release until finally, he comes buried in Scott the way he's been
begging a brick wall to let him for months.
End Notes
     As always, thanks for reading! I always appreciate any comments or
     the like. If you have something you'd like to see, I'm finally back
     and officially taking more prompts (despite my building inbox) so
     feel free to toss it in here.
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