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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Teen_Wolf_AU, season_1_AU, Sciles, Jock_Stiles, Nerd_Scott, Werewolf
      Stiles_Stilinski, Sex, Shameless_Smut, PWP, Barebacking, Rimming, Bottom
      Scott_McCall, Top_Stiles_Stilinski
  Series:
      Part 15 of Jock_Strap
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-12 Words: 5315
****** Because You're So Smooth ******
by TruebornAlpha
Summary
     The alpha is gone, the Argents have retreated, and all that's left is
     for Scott and Stiles to figure out if they can pick up where they
     left off. It's not easy being together when everything triggers claws
     and fangs, but determined boys will always find a way when they're
     right back where they started with an empty house and bad ideas.
     Part of a Season_1_AU where Scott and Stiles weren't friends and
     never met until High School.
Notes
     This work was inspired by Loz's amazing AU here and here. We just
     couldn't resist playing in her world! What would it be like if Stiles
     didn't grow up with the boy who taught him how to be kind and Scott
     didn't have anyone who believed in him so hard he learned to believe
     in himself?
See the end of the work for more notes
It had gone - well, actually.
Stiles was cautiously optimistic. It had been their first time out as -
whatevertheywere, since the incident, and he had sort of been expecting a
disaster. Then again, their dates had gone well when there weren’t any
werewolves or hunters or parents involved. Maybe there’d been too much
laughter, too many conversations that hadn’t started, and too much time spent
focusing on each other’s plates, but there had also been Stiles choking on a
curly fry, and Scott’s eyes flashing red when a game of footsie got too
spirited. 
Roscoe sputtered to a stop, giving up after successfully completing their brief
sprint from dinner to the McCall driveway. Scott was in his jean jacket again,
the one with the little American flag on his shoulder, and Stiles thought about
being worth the risk.
His hand rested on Scott’s thigh, just above his knee, and it felt like the
denim beneath his palm was on fire. Stiles leaned across the center console,
brushing his lips against Scott’s mouth. His heart was beating too fast. They
both heard it.
"I had a really good time tonight." Invite me in. But Stiles’ tongue stuck to
the roof of his mouth, and he squeezed Scott’s thigh hard. 
"And I wanna bend you over your bed and eat out your ass. If you say no, I get
that, but I’m gonna jerk off tonight thinking of it."
___
The last time he’d been sitting here, he’d felt just as nervous. Strange how
his life had come full circle from that day when curiosity had overtaken common
sense and he’d accepted an invitation from the hot, popular kid to ‘study’ with
milkshakes. Back when he was human and had never even been kissed. One
seemingly harmless answer, not yet trusting if Stiles was going to pull the rug
out from under him and laugh or if there was something sincere behind the wide-
mouthed grin. It was the day everything changed, the step that led him to
werewolves and murder and fighting for his life and more horror than a sixteen
year old should ever see…and Stiles. The best friend he never had and something
more. A lot more.
There’d actually been a time when he thought Beacon Hills was boring. It was
the quiet days he looked for now, slowly piecing his life back together and
trying to figure out what it meant to be gentle when his fingertips ended in
claws. This took work too, the cracks between Stiles and him closing as they
tried to navigate this new connection as something other than human. It was
confusing and they were so careful that it hovered near awkward, but Scott was
so willing to try.
He leaned over and kissed Stiles, echoing the first that seemed like a life
time ago. The one that sent him reeling and made him want to give Stiles
everything with a blind, naïve trust. Scott pulled away with a laugh, rolling
his eyes in mock exasperation as he reached for the door handle. “You’re always
so romantic, you know just what to say to win someone over, dude. Um…my mom
picked up another night shift if you’re actually serious about it.”
___
"Wait, really?"
And Stiles’ pulse gave away how honestly he hadn’t been expecting that. They
were going slow, like glacial slow. An intense round of COD caused fur and hair
to sprout (and both of their sorry asses exploding), a while back, and it was
only last week they’d relearned how to sit next to each other on the couch.
Stiles kissed Scott every moment he could, yet more often, he thought about
tearing through the soft skin of his throat, coating his Alpha with his scent.
He still couldn’t shake how lonely it was, to sleep without Scott.
Stiles didn’t scramble after his mate. He was just enthusiastic. 
He caught Scott just inside his door, slinging his arm around his shoulders
before he pulled him closer. This wasn’t like their first time, too, he
thought. With every push, every pull, there was a carefulness they’d never
known. Stiles would call it a kindness. They’d been hurt too often. Calling it
fear wasn’t fair.
His lips pressed against his boyfriend’s smile, coaxing Scott open with
impatient nips and a playful tongue. Stiles could be brazen when he wanted to,
but like this, he said I miss you. I need you.
"Say yes," he urged huskily. It mattered now, almost as much as how Stiles was
sure his fingers were blunt and human against his lover’s cheek. 
___
Slow was everything his wolf didn’t want these days. If he thought it was
difficult keeping control before, this had been bumped up way past hardmode.
There was so much power, it filled him until he felt like his skin was going to
split apart. The wolf didn’t just fight for release, it tore him open and
howled for submission. Derek said it was part of being an alpha now, not that
it really explained much beyond the fact his skin constantly felt like it had
something crawling beneath it and it was so much harder to pretend to be human.
He’d seen what had happened when the power got out of control and Scott was
determined not to let himself turn in the same kind of monster that Peter Hale
had been, so that meant slow and careful.
Scott let himself be drawn against the other wolf, trying not to show how very
eager he was for this. He’d missed the careless touches and the easy way they’d
fit together, even if they almost traumatized poor Coach. He threaded his
fingers through Stiles’s hair, holding back and trying so hard to stay in
absolute control.
The alpha smiled, licking a long stripe against Stiles’s neck and trying to
convince himself that it wasn’t a symptom of being a wolf. “So what’s going to
happen if I do say yes, Stiles? ‘Cuz I really want to say yes.”
___
Stiles gasped breathlessly, closing his eyes like he could hide their gold
gleam. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t block out the sparks that flared in front
of them, helpless to stop the way he ground shamelessly against his best
friend. The best picture they’d gotten out of prom had both of them closing
their eyes, and Stiles sort of got it now. He’d care more, really, if Scott
didn’t smell so good. It wasn’t fair that he was the only one who got to taste.
“Oh fuck me!”
He dragged too sharp nails down Scott’s back, whimpering as he tried to rein in
more of his shift. Or maybe that was because Scott felt so good pressed against
him.
"Gonna…" He hissed, yanking Scott’s head back, slotting their mouths together
with insistence. This wasn’t slow. He was sorry. He was trying. He was really
trying. "Don’t wanna hurt you not gonna hurt you," Stiles pleaded, pressing
their foreheads together as he licked the curve of his Alpha’s smile, whining
as he humped Scott into the wall. "Wanna fuck you at the top of the staircase.
Over the banister. See if I can make you shoot into that vase you know the one
oh god m’sorry-“
He was, sort of. But that hand trick. That hand trick! He could paint his scent
up and down Scott’s throat, and Stiles didn’t know how to maintain control
around his mate. He wasn’t sure he wanted to learn.
___
The alpha gasped, shuddering as nails scraped down his spine and eyes
flickering from brown to red and back again. This was why they were afraid.
Control was razor thin and Scott wanted with an intensity that terrified him.
It was still in him to whisper vile challenges in Stiles’s ear when they were
in public and fuck him even if he said no, restraint was difficult but he
wasn’t going to cross that line again. This was too important to screw up.
But holy fuck!
Scott rutted back, hands twisting hard into Stiles’s shirt and trying to grasp
any bit of exposed skin he could reach. He shuddered again at the words,
catching his beta’s wicked mouth between his teeth before soothing the wound
with his tongue. It would be so easy to tip Stiles over the edge and see how
far they could go. God, he wanted to be that reckless again when nothing else
mattered but each other and however depraved they were, there was an innocence
and a trust to everything. “You can’t hurt me.” Scott groaned, letting his head
tip back against the wall. “Please.”
It wasn’t wrong, was it? They could push without losing everything, right?
Scott loved him, that had to count for something and they’d been so careful up
until now. He had no idea how to do this or even what they were doing or what
Stiles thought was between them, but he didn’t before either. All he knew was
that Stiles’s body left him shaking with a need so strong he thought his legs
might give out. “The answer is yes. Yes yes yes, Anything, all of it, just for
fuck’s sake don’t stop!”
But he had to know, he couldn’t make the same mistake again. Scott pulled away,
staring at Stiles with eyes blown dark. “Is it okay? Do you want this?
___
That. Stiles was in love with that.
He was in love with a sweet boy, with doe eyes who looked at him like he was
the only person in the world, even as he tried to steal his soul out of Stiles’
dick. Stiles was going to protect him and use his mouth and keep him happy and
cum in his ass yes, twice, dear God!
"I’m not gonna hurt you," Stiles repeated slowly, like he could make it real
that way. He fought for every ounce of control he could muster. There was
no couldn’t. He wouldn’t, he’d keep Scott safe like a helmet - over his head.
Yes, that one. A full-bodied shiver wrecked Stiles nerves, and he held on
tighter. “I want this. I love you - so much.”
Don’t doubt it. Don’t ever doubt it, no matter what I say or do. I’m a
shithead, but so are you.
"And I’m gonna wreck your ass." He held Scott’s face in his hands, tasting
laughter on his lips as his pulse pounded to a staccato beat. If he was gonna
have a heart attack, he hoped his body could hold off until he was balls deep
in his Alpha to give out, and fuck, they were doing this - they were really
doing it! Nerves and fear and vicious excitement warred through Stiles’ mind,
but he couldn’t give any of them a clear victory when he was distracted by
Scott’s tongue in his mouth.
He pushed Scott into the house, clumsy claws tearing off Scott’s jeans. Stiles
shoved everything off the coffee table, and bent his mate over it. He crouched
behind him, moaning against the sweat-kissed skin of his nape, as he squeezed
Scott’s cock through his boxers before peeling them off like a cherished
present. Stiles buried his face in Scott’s cheeks, and would have been more
concerned about being filthy, if he wasn’t already licking his crack.
___
Scott trusted his beta implicitly. There would be no way for Stiles to hurt him
even if the boy tried. Stiles could tear Scott apart, make him and cry and
scream and he’d still beg for more. He didn’t want careful, he wanted Stiles.
The smile that crept across the alpha’s face was radiant, relief radiating in
every desperate touch. He never wanted to see that look of hurt betrayal again,
letting Stiles down was heartbreaking. He wanted everything, but Scott needed
to be careful not to take anything that wasn’t willingly offered.
“I love you!” The wolf yelped, a little less romantic than he’d been aiming for
but it was hard to whisper sweet words in Stiles’s ear when he was busy trying
not to cum in his jeans. He laughed breathlessly, nipping at his boyfriend’s
mouth and trying to spur him on. Everything was a challenge, he couldn’t help
him from teasing to see how far he could go. Scott rolled his hips, groaning at
the friction and needing so much more, oh! Oh, okay. Manhandling, yup. That
totally worked too.
Scott’s breath left condensation on the shiny coffee tabletop as he rested his
cheek on the cool wood. He dimly worried that he’d have to explain more claw
marks on his clothes to his mom, he was running out of excuses. There was only
so many times that pack of wild dogs would work before his mom got suspicious.
He jumped as Stiles’s squeezed him, boxers already damp and way too ready. It
had been too long, too many nights alone fucking into his own fist and wishing
he was brave enough to text Stiles and ask him to come over.
OH MY GOD!
He’d thought it was just talk, he didn’t really think Stiles was going
to…ohhhhh. Red eyes reflected in the gloss of the coffee table as Scott choked,
panting for air. Stiles’s tongue pressed against him was new, intimate and so
vulnerable. He flailed before reaching back to hold himself open, wanton and
shamelessly presenting himself as long as Stiles kept doing that.
___
Scott couldn’t say a word!
This was Stiles’ best idea ever, and that included the one to ask Scott McCall
out for milkshakes. He grinned, viciously proud as he pressed closer, wanton
and hungry. Scott smelled like sin, and tasted even better. Stiles laved the
broad side of his tongue across his puckered hole, trying to see how deep he
could push in. He kissed Scott, lips pursed and playful, slurping him up until
his skin pinked, and his dark hairs were slicked back. He was testing his
boundaries, eager to learn. Stiles did everything twice, looking for how his
boy gasped, how his scent shifted when he liked something so much it tore him
apart.
"Wanted - wanted to be slow," he hissed, cheeks pressing against Scott’s
cheeks, nuzzling closer. "Wanted to be good. Show you - love your everything-“
Stiles kissed Scott’s trembling fingers, licking them gently before ducking
lower. He bit down hard on the soft skin of Scott’s inner thigh, marking him.
He wanted Scott to remember him every time he sat down. He wanted Scott to ache
so good he couldn’t sit down.
Long fingers circled Scott’s entrance, as Stiles pressed kisses along his
Alpha’s lower back. 
"I should do this after I fuck you," Stiles promised. "When you’re so full, my
jizz’s dripping down your thighs, even when you’re trying to keep it in."
___
Scott’s jaw was slack, eyes shut tight and drooling across the top of the
coffee table. His muscles jumped and clenched around Stiles’s tongue, groan
ending in a gasping squeak as his hole was teased. This was absolutely
depraved, it shouldn’t feel so good to have someone work him open like this,
but Scott couldn’t deny how much he wanted it. He shifted, trying to arch and
lift his ass higher. Slow? Who said anything about slow? “S’gooood.” Scott
slurred encouragingly.
The wolf gave a bark of surprise as he was bitten, pain spiking through his
nerves as he jerked forward and banged his forehead against the table. “Fu-
aahh!” The pain made everything sharper, his body tensed and hypersensitive. He
rocked back against Stiles’s fingers, wanting something, anything to make him
feel full. Scott dug his own fingers harder into his skin, trying to steady the
trembling in his hands as he held himself open. His ignored cock ached, thick
and dripping precum in glistening drops down his shaft.
“Stiles.” He pleaded, voice broken and already fucked out. “Please. I’m gonna
fucking cum just like this, dude, and I need…need your cock. Please!” It wasn’t
the same with his own fingers thrusting deep inside when he was alone, though
he did have to thank Stiles for even teaching him that. There was more to learn
about this than he’d ever thought, but Stiles was the best teacher.
___
"Scooott!" Stiles whined, open-mouthed and shameless. He panted against the
cleft of Scott’s ass, dull teeth grazing over dark skin as his fingers worked
deeper. Scott was going to leave bruises all over with how hard he was
gripping, and Stiles wanted to lick every one.
He pushed Scott’s shirt up with his teeth, licking down his bowed back,
catching perspiration on his tongue. His free hand slipped between Scott’s
legs, squeezing his balls gently then taking hold of his throbbing cock. He
pumped his mate carefully, like he was savoring how easy it would be to push
him over the edge. 
"What’re you gonna do if I don’t, Alpha?” Stiles groaned, tone heavy with faux
nonchalance. His pulse gave him away a thousand times over, but he just pushed
Scott’s shirt higher, dug his fingers in deeper, slipping in a third to spread
his mate. Stiles kissed down his shoulders, grinding against him. Stiles’ jeans
bunched low, scratching against smooth skin. He wanted so much more.
His eyes flashed gold. Stiles had to fight for every unsteady breath, but it
was worth it, so worth it. “I can keep you like this for hours…”
___
“Swear to god, I’ll end you.” The threat lost all of its power when the alpha
was face down, ass up and legs spread so wide his thighs shook. The words lost
coherency as Scott thrust into Stiles’s hand, trying to urge him faster,
tighter, harder, anything to give him release. His hands slipped and Scott
scrambled for anything to hold on to, trying so hard not to leave clawed
grooves in the table.
The stretch of Stiles’s fingers felt so good, filling him and brushing against
his prostate to send electric jolts through his body. He breathed in short
gasping pants, sobbing at the thought of being kept on the edge for so long. It
was agony, but Scott didn’t know if he wanted to beg for relief or beg for it
to never stop. He tried to speak but it only came out as an inhuman growl and
it took a few tries before he managed anything resembling language.
“Fuuuck…” He could barely form the word, rocking himself back on his beta’s
fingers. He wanted, needed, reaching for that connection between them and
pleading without making a sound.
___
Stiles lived for the way Scott’s voice broke. His Alpha whined, and keened with
desperation Stiles swore he could taste. Heat spread through his nerves,
spilling over his senses, and if Stiles drowned like this, he’d die happy. His
jeans were too tight, the frantic pump of his hips doing so little. His hands
still moved faster.  
Scott begged, and Stiles nearly shattered.
Slick fingers curled over Scott’s hands, pinning him to the edge of the table,
and Stiles slammed all the way in. He pounded into his mate with frantic, angry
thrusts, throwing his head back and moaning like he was paid to. The table
creaked ominously beneath them, dragging across the McCall’s hardwood floors
with each push. Stiles sank his teeth into Scott’s throat, breaking dark skin
with a hungry growl. He covered his body with his own, claiming everything he
wanted.
Mine, Stiles demanded, punching each scream out of his Alpha. He ran blunt
nails up Scott’s arms, then yanked a handful of dark hair back far enough that
he could suck his pulse. He wouldn’t let Scott catch up, tearing him apart with
ruthless greed, pushing deeper and deeper, harder, rougher. 
Something ticked in the back of his mind, something warm and safe and pack. 
Who said anything about slow? 
___
Scott would have been embarrassed by the way he screamed if he wasn’t so
utterly distracted by Stiles breaking him into pieces. Each thrust threatened
to split him apart, fucking dry and burning. Scott could feel his body healing,
the ache losing its sharpest edges. It hurt so good, the line between too much
pain and too much pleasure lost and blurred until he didn’t know where his
limits were anymore, just that he needed this to never stop. The alpha grunted
as he was yanked back by his sweaty hair, some feral and indescribable part of
himself excited at the thought of being marked.
Mine. Stiles would think that this made Scott his and the alpha wasn’t going to
argue, but Scott knew that each mark, each bruise, each desperate thrust made
Stiles prove it went both ways.  The new supernatural bond between them was
scary at the best of times, but it came with a possessive smugness that Scott
couldn’t help but enjoy. Stiles could fuck him until he sobbed for more, but he
belonged to Scott.
Tears ran down his face as he screamed himself hoarse, body finally
surrendering. He came without touching himself, hot and thick against the side
of the table and dripping down to the floor. His vision narrowed down to dark
tunnels as he forgot how to breathe. Aftershocks wracked his body as Scott
whimpered, resting shaky arms against the table.
___
Stiles rode each wave of pleasure that crashed against his senses, chipping
away his self-control in the best way possible. It flooded his mind, until
Stiles couldn’t see anything but stars. He fought to drag each sound out of his
mate, and fought to hold on all at once. Scott clenched all around him, tight
and hot. Scott was perfect. He was Stiles’.
Scott tore him down, leaving him broken in the best ways. Sharp fangs sank into
Scott’s shoulder, leaving a mark that healed too quickly. Desperate groans
muffled against dark skin. Stiles held on for as long as he could, but his
knees buckled, and he fell forward all the same. The coffee table creaked in
warning underneath them, but Stiles forgot about it. Stiles forgot about
everything but how Scott felt against him.
He didn’t know he’d whited out until he roused from sleep, still sticky and
gross against his Alpha’s back. Shifting made the table complain, but he
managed to pull Scott to the couch, with legs that trembled like a baby fawn’s.
They toppled over to no one’s surprise, but Stiles couldn’t stop grinning,
burrowing as close as he could to kiss the bruises on Scott’s skin. 
"Alpha," he guffawed, the epitome of smug. His mouth brushed over Scott’s, and
Stiles could taste sweat on his lip. 
"I love you," Stiles mumbled, sinking into the cushions with a pleased smirk.
Then he pinched Scott’s butt, and everything was awesome.
___
Scott groaned, completely limp and utterly spent. Pleasure faded into a dull
ache and he hissed through his teeth as he was pulled onto the couch, still
searching for Stiles’s mouth like each kiss could sooth the pain. Alpha. The
word sat uncomfortably with him, but he loved the way his wolf stretched and
preened as he ran fingers carefully through the mess Stiles called his hair.
“So good, dude. Everything is so good. I love you so much.” He thought it was a
heartfelt speech, but it was ruined by a very undignified squeak as he was
pinched.
The alpha huffed, swatting clumsily at his mate’s hands. They fit. He’d been so
worried that things would never quite slide back into place after everything
they’d been through and all the mistakes he’d made. Slow and careful until it
wasn’t slow or careful anymore and fucking hell… Scott smiled, every healing
bruise and strained muscle totally worth it. They fit and it had been amazing
after so long.
No, amazing didn’t even come close.
“…we scraped up the floor.” His mom was going to kill him and Scott promised
himself he’d start to care as soon as he had the energy. They needed to clean
up and put everything back the way it was before she came home, but the boy
could barely move. Scott hooked his fingers around Stiles’s jaw, pulling him
close to nuzzle against the other boy’s cheek with his nose. “I’m so glad I
said yes.”
___
"W-we scraped up your butt," Stiles hissed, choking on air. Scott was so
gentle, it was disarming. He wanted to sink into how good it felt, pleased with
the entire world in that moment. He was sweaty and sticky, and prepared for
everything to hurt in the morning.
Everything smelled like Scott. Everything felt like him. Their hearts beat so
closely together, Stiles swore he couldn’t tell them apart. But Scott also
smelled like him. He was seriously considering investing in a giant flashing
neon sign that said would hover behind Scott and read, ‘MINE.’ He stroked down
Scott’s neck, and something inside him purred with satisfaction.
"I missed you," Stiles murmured, and that felt too sappy, but he had his hand
on Scott’s ass, so he could afford a little sap. "Does this make me like… The
Alpha Beta? The Omega?"
Stiles tried to listen to Derek’s explanations. Really, he did - sort of. There
was just too much growling, and glaring involved, and at the time, all Stiles
could think about was jumping Scott’s bones and not hurting him. Not much had
changed, in that regard, but Stiles saw this as a definite improvement.
He shouldn’t be thinking about Hale though, at a time like this. He pecked his
mate on the lips, in apology. His Alpha. His.
___
That earned a groan and a probing finger wiggling between Stiles’s ribs, but
even his revenge was gentle. It wasn’t easy to get liquid limbs to respond for
find enough energy to do anything but nuzzle down into the perfect way his
skin, still flushed and overly sensitive, felt as it slid across the other
boy’s.
“I missed you too.” I missed this, I missed this trust, I missed all your bad
ideas and how far you push. It took a great deal of trust to search for each
other’s limits and it could be slightly terrifying when they didn’t find them,
but he felt safe. Scott shifted so he could straddle his beta and winced at the
sharp ache as he moved. That was going to last. He wiggled, trying to get
comfortable and ignore the tacky pull of his thighs against Stiles. “Omega? It
means you’re my boyfriend, dude.” The werewolf stuff was weird, but the solid
warmth of Stiles’s body between his legs was way more real than claws and
howling at the moon.
Scott wondered briefly if Derek was going to actually take them to howl at the
moon one day.
“Will you stay? I mean, the rest of the night. If you want. You don’t have to
or anything, I don’t want to um…” He snapped his mouth shut with a silent curse
and tried again. You make me nervous. “If you wanted to stay over, that would
be okay with me.”
___
Scott couldn’t keep doing this. Stiles was going to melt through the sofa at
this rate, or laugh up his lunch. He felt warm all over, like he was running a
fever, but so much better.
"Boyfriend," he repeated. He couldn’t help himself. His grin was helplessly
besotted, and Stiles had to fix his face. The easiest way was to press it up
against Scott’s. It was the perfect solution, and he wished he’d had the guts
to try this sooner - try it again. There had been too much that he could have
lost. There was so much more to gain. He’d barely caught his breath before
Scott stole it away.
"I want to stay!" He blurted out, sitting up so quickly their foreheads banged
together. Stiles wanted to say ridiculous things about Derek’s teaching methods
and his existence in general, and maybe whine a little about pain. It was more
important to hold Scott close, to take him apart with his mouth and tongue. 
"I’m gonna stay," he murmured, eyes half closed, pressing the words into his
boyfriend’s (boyfriend’s!) lips. Stiles licked him open carefully, so
carefully, tasting Scott, making shameful mouth noises, and it felt like their
first time all over again. Stiles was hard-pressed to find which first date he
liked better.
Concern stabbed him low in his gut, but he brushed his fingers through Scott’s
hair. He felt a little foolish for asking. Stiles wouldn’t let that stop him,
not after everything they’d beaten. “Didn’t… Too rough?”
___
“Ow!” The alpha squawked before laughing as he rubbed his fingertips against
his forehead. “You have the world’s hardest head, it’s like made out of rocks.”
Scott ran his fingers through Stiles’s hair to return the favor and leave the
entire thing a mess sticking up in every direction. His smile grew mischievous
and he left wickedly chaste kisses down the side of his boyfriend’s neck. “I
wouldn’t say no to using lube ever all the time for everything, but I’ll heal.”
Scott rolled his hips to make his point, but breathed in sharply at the deep
pang that protested the movement.
“If it was ‘too’ anything, I’d stop you. You were incredible. Was it…did you
like it? It was okay, right? ” Stiles wanted to stay with him and Scott
couldn’t keep himself from preening against the other boy. “If this is a wolf
thing, then maybe one good thing came out of this?” He was pretty sure that
he’d have begged Stiles to wreck his ass regardless of whether the full moon
made him furrier than normal.
Scott kissed Stiles’s temple, willing himself to move. “Come upstairs with me,
I might need a break before we try anything like that again.” Get cleaned up
and collapse in a heap on his bed. Maybe put a movie on his laptop and see how
long he could go before deciding to distract Stiles with lazy blowjobs. It was
like the dam had broken and he was suddenly allowed to touch. He felt like he
was starving for the contact, wanting the feel of Stiles’s skin everywhere even
if his body wasn’t ready to respond again. Don’t screw this up again,
Scott. “C’mon, I feel like sprawling on your face and drooling….and maybe get
less sticky.”
___
Lube, right, fucking lube - Scott was gonna be okay. Scott was too sexy to not
be okay, and Stiles squeezed his butt in the sincerest of apologies. Then Scott
kissed him, and Stiles wanted to rub his belly forever. “Wait.”
Stiles pulled his mate down, kissing him slow and sweet and filthy, sucking on
his tongue and dragging his teeth over his lips. He tasted the spot behind
Scott’s teeth, the roof of his mouth, swallowing down each moan, each whine
until Scott had nothing left to give.
"You were amazing…" Then he squeezed his butt, and made a mess. Stiles ran his
palms up Scott’s back, before finally helping him out of his shirt. He kissed
across his shoulders as they stood, lamenting the bruises that healed. Without
warning, he picked up his Alpha, hooking his arms under Scott’s knees, and
around his shoulder. For one, terrifying moment, they both swayed in place,
then Stiles broke out into guffaws. 
"Making it up to you." He beamed. "Sorry I hurt your ass."
That wasn’t entirely true, not if Stiles searched his heart of hearts, but he
would be careful. His first night as a werewolf, Stiles had been rocked not by
the possibility that he could have killed someone, but by how he wouldn’t have
done it on his own terms. They weren’t going to hurt each other in ways they
couldn’t heal from. Stiles would make sure it happened.
First, they had to get to Scott’s room in one piece.
Stiles was dealing with precious cargo.
 
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