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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:
      National_Sciles_Day, Fluff_and_Smut, Sex, Kissing, Blow_Jobs, Oral_Sex,
      Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Cum_Swallowing, No_Lube, Romantic_Friendship,
      Friends_to_Lovers
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-24 Words: 3589
****** Dude, I Love You ******
by tylerposey
Summary
     “Stiles... fuck...”
     “You feel amazing Scotty!”
     If anyone could see them now.
Notes
     Happy National Sciles Day (11/24).
     This wasn't meant to be so long, but it just kind of ran away from
     me. This is a little gift for my friend Jon as he really does inspire
     me to write the best smut possible. Plus, he's my Sciles-loving buddy
     for life. I hope everyone enjoys and please be kind! :)
     Send love to the people who made this possible... Scott and Stiles
     obviously ;)
See the end of the work for more notes
The two best friends were in the Stilinski backyard, getting ready to
celebrate, well nothing really. They had just taken out a few remaining
assassins who’d apparently not gotten the memo that the deadpool had been
destroyed months ago.
“You know I’ve been thinking, this year’s been pretty shitty, what with the
whole nogitsune, Allison, assassins trying to kill us debacle.” Stiles mused.
“And not forgetting, Malia kicking your ass when she found out you were into
dudes and secretly hooking up with Chris goddamn Argent behind her back?” Scott
chuckled.
“Yeah, well… shut up!”
Scott looked at his frowning friend. “Sorry, what point were you gonna make?”
Stiles looked at the ground, but could only stay silent for so long. “Well,
that next year can’t be any worse.”
“You think?” Scott asked as he turned to look at his friend. Stiles was
sprawled out on the grassy floor with a big bottle of homemade cider next to
him, whereas Scott was sat in an old wooden chair.
“Eh… maybe…” He retorted back before chugging more of his drink.
It was silent for a few minutes, before Scott asked unexpectedly, “Tell me what
it feels like!”
“What, what feels like?” Stiles sighed, staring up into Scott’s dark brown
eyes.
“Being with a guy… like that.” Scott added, raising his eyebrows, grinning.
“Tell me!”
Stiles felt a prickle of redness burn up in his cheeks and a wave of excitement
pass through his veins. His stomach churned over and his heartbeat sped up a
rate as he looked back at Scott’s wide eyes. Stiles bit down hard on his lip,
toying with how to answer, what to say. Wondering why Scott wanted to know
anyway.
“You’re drunk.” Stiles’ mouth took over his thoughts as the words dripped out
of his mouth.
“I can’t get drunk…” Scott laughed.
“You’re gonna regret having this conversation in the morning.” Stiles replied.
“I just wanna know... what it feels like...” Scott continued as Stiles tried
but failed to break eye contact with his friend. He couldn’t look away.
“What?” Stiles mumbled, he suddenly felt very hot. Like the cold day in
November had suddenly turned into June. His hands were clammy, his chest
thumping and his body taking on a life of its own. He only hoped Scott didn’t
notice the effect his words were having on him.
“What it feels like... you know?” Scott continued talking as Stiles just
watched his full, red lips, unsure of how to respond, what to say. To treat
this as a joke or what else was it? Was Scott teasing him?
“You want me to describe? Dude, you’re crazy.” Stiles tried to sit upright, his
head suddenly becoming much more sober. He stroked a hand down his face as he
watched Scott once more, his eyes expectant.
 “Alright, what about kissing another guy then, what does that feel like?”
Scott asked, as he continued to push and the tightness in Stiles’ stomach was
making it harder for him to breathe.
He quickly decided on a different approach with this question. One to stop it
once and for all.
“Come here and I’ll show you!” Stiles attempted it to come across as a joke.
His eyes once more locking with those of his best friend, creating a current of
electricity around them. Stiles grinned at his own words as he continued to
play Scott at his own game.
But it was getting serious now. Nobody was really laughing and Scott wasn’t
moving away at his words. In fact, he raised himself up and began moving closer
and his breathing becoming increasingly slower. His warm breath creating clouds
of air as it hit the cool night air.
Stiles tried to calm his breathing rate down but he was fighting a losing
battle and as he continued to look into those deep chocolate flavoured eyes, he
became lost in them for a brief moment. Lust and desire coursing through his
body and pumping to his cock.
No. This couldn’t be happening. But it was happening and he was powerless to
stop the magnetic pull that was drawing Scott closer to him. Stiles lifted
himself and he and Scott sat facing each other.
 One of the palms of Scott’s hands was now resting on Stiles’ chest, and the
hazy cloud of the drink they had consumed had been ripped from Stiles’ thoughts
and all he could see was Scott’s lips. His full, juicy lips, begging to be
kissed.
“So, you want me to kiss you then?” Stiles mouthed the words carefully through
the huge fog of intensity that had now engulfed them. He could smell Scott’s
breath as he drew even closer to him.
Their mouths almost touching as Scott’s face got nearer. So close.
Stiles licked his lips as Scott continued to tempt him, his eyelashes fanning
his face, it didn’t give him much thinking time as he found one of his hands
reaching out to Scott involuntarily. He wrapped his shaking fingers around
Scott’s tanned neck and hastily drew his face even closer to his.
“Fuck it!” Opening his mouth, he locked lips with Scott. 
Scott didn’t fight him, and instead he opened his mouth as well, smacking their
lips together with an intensity that Stiles had never experienced before. He
could feel his body respond to Scott’s touch. Both of his hands now clawing at
Stiles’ chest, pushing him backwards.
Stiles slipped his tongue inside Scott’s mouth and could feel Scott’s tongue
going deeper inside his own mouth. It felt amazing. Scott tasted so good. Their
silky tongues battled for supremacy, and Stiles couldn’t help but moan
appreciatively into Scott’s mouth.
He didn’t want to pull away. Not now. Not after everything he had been through.
If Stiles could admit it. Say it out loud. This kiss was all he had wanted for
the best part of his entire life.
Scott hummed into Stiles’ mouth as their tongues swirled and danced together,
the taste of saliva, the rawness that was building up to a wild crescendo.
Stiles got a kick out of hearing that Scott was enjoying it as much as he was.
He could feel himself harden, just as he could feel Scott pulling away from him
and he couldn’t bear to open his eyes to see that look of confusion flash
before him. So Stiles pulled Scott closer again, refusing to let go. He wanted
it to last for as long as possible but Scott was standing firm. Pushing and
pulling, sloppy wet kisses followed, as breathing patterns faltered.
Scott pulled at Stiles’ hands, interlocking their fingers tightly as their
kissed slowed. Stiles felt himself tremble once more as Scott pulled his lips
slowly away. Stiles caught Scott’s bottom lip between his teeth, kissing and
licking it slowly before running his saliva covered lips over Scott’s teeth.
It was a dream. A fantasy.
Scott found himself locking eyes with Stiles once more and didn’t feel ashamed.
He felt dizzy. Scared. Exhilarated.  Excited and he wanted more. So much more
than that kiss. Stiles couldn’t look away either. He wanted to. This was
madness. Nothing good could ever come from this. He felt Scott rub his thumb in
his, with his fingers, stroking softly the flesh that was there and it almost
made his heart leap again.
“Show me.” Scott mouthed slowly.
Stiles felt himself leading Scott by the hand into his house and up to his
bedroom. His mind racing. Unsure of what or why or anything. His fingers
clutching him so tightly, like he never wanted to let go. He closed the door
firmly behind him, and he was so thankful his dad was working late.
How did they get here?
Suddenly Stiles felt very exposed. What was he supposed to be showing Scott? He
had kissed him, it was mind blowing and fucking amazing. It was something so
out of this world, it had got him hard in an instant and he was still hard. The
massive tent in his pants made it very clear what that kiss had meant to him
and the effect Scott had on him. There was no denying that or running away from
it.
Stiles tried to calm his breathing. He tried not to tremble but he was getting
nowhere and Scott continued to stand in front of him, looking him up and down.
And now what? Stiles thought to himself. What do I do now?
But it was Scott who made the next move. Stepping closer and pushing Stiles up
against the door to where they had just entered. Smothering his body with his
own. Moulding them together as he pressed his lips to Stiles’ once more.
“Have you got any idea what you’re doing to me?” Stiles moaned into Scott’s
mouth as he opened his mouth once more to accept Scott’s tongue.
There was no time for words as Stiles felt himself moan into the kiss. Grabbing
hold of Scott’s shoulders roughly and spinning him around, so he was the one
writhing up against the door and Stiles was in control. He pushed the evidence
of his huge erection into Scott’s knee. Letting him know how much this kiss and
the closeness between them was turning him on.
Stiles placed both of his hands to the side of Scott’s head as his tongue
continued to dance with that of his best friend’s. As he continued to kiss
Scott, he grabbed hold of one of Scott’s hands and directed it lower, so he
could feel for himself, the outline of his cock.
Scott’s breathing pattern became shallow as his lips parted from Stiles’ once
more. He could feel beads of sweat begin to build up on his brow as his hand
skimmed lightly over Stiles’ cock. Stiles shuddered. He could feel his whole
body start to shake and the lust he felt was beginning to take over.
All rational thought left Stiles’ head as his hands took on a mind of their
own. He felt his shaking fingers undo Scott’s dark jeans, sliding them inside
and feeling the warmness of Scott’s skin.
Stiles could barely believe what he was doing. What he was being allowed to do.
His cold fingers being granted the access and diving inside Scott’s boxers.
Curling his fingers around Scott’s semi-hard cock, Stiles began to stroke it to
full hardness which didn’t take long. It was long and smooth and exactly how
Stiles had imagined when he was alone in his room at night, thinking about all
the things he could do to his best friend.
His fist began to pump harder, as he pulled at Scott’s jeans roughly with his
other hand, pulling them down his hips and giving himself a better look at what
he was doing in the dim darkness. Stiles knew exactly what he was doing as he
wrapped his fingers around the length, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the
glistening head that was leaking precum rapidly.
“Dude, your dick...”
More kisses followed as Stiles continued his attentions on Scott’s cock,
jacking his best friend off. It was all too much for both of them. Scott let
himself moan and cry out into Stiles’ mouth as he felt himself close, his chest
rising and falling as he panted and tried to regain control of his own body.
Stiles could sense that Scott was close and quickly pulled his hand away,
sinking to his knees in an instant. He circled Scott’s balls around in the palm
of his hand before steadying his hand on his cock, his mouth building up with
saliva as it watered and he slowly stuck his tongue out to lick down Scott’s
shaft.
“Ugh, fuck Stiles...”
Scott shuddered and moaned once more, nodding his head frantically and that was
all the invitation Stiles needed as he began to take Scott’s throbbing cock
deep inside his mouth. His cheeks hollowing as he let it hit the back of his
throat, wanting to take as much as he could, relishing the salty taste and
slowly building up a rhythm.
Stiles began to suck from base to tip as if sucking on a lollipop. Opening up
his eyes to see Scott’s cock moving in and out of his mouth, saliva steadily
dripping down his chin as he feasted on the meat. Scott closed his eyes. Lost
in the intensity of the moment and the wonder of the mouth, sucking on him and
bringing him so much pleasure. It was overwhelming.
Stiles hummed on the cock stuffed so deeply in his wet mouth, sending
vibrations throughout Scott’s body and making him tremble as Stiles’ fingers
began to move around his body, leaving his heavy balls and working their way
around to stroke at his butt cheeks and his waiting hole.
It didn’t take much probing. Slowly, but with little patience, he began to
breech Scott’s tight ring of muscle that he was sure had never been touched in
that way before. He added one, and then two fingers as he continued to suck on
Scott’s cock.
“Shit, I’m gonna...” Were the only words that Scott could manage as Stiles
continued his duel attentions on his friend’s body. Scott was hitting the back
of Stiles’ throat over and over again and was being swallowed fully.  Until
both of them couldn’t take any more. 
Stiles had found Scott’s spot and was rubbing his index finger over it, going
deeper and deeper with every prod and not preparing to pull away as he felt
Scott shake, moan and wriggle. His heart leapt again at the sound. He had done
this. Reduced Scott to this incoherent mess of words and sounds as his balls
prepared to unleash, his chest thumping as his orgasm was pulled from him.
Stiles continued to suck. Milking Scott dry.  Sucking every last drop of cum
that Scott had to offer him and drinking it down his throat, feeling dizzy as
the last remains dribbled down his chin, he didn’t care and was greedy for
more.
Scott’s breathing was ragged as he tried to come down from the high. His head
spinning as he tried to get a grip of what had just happened. Stiles slowly and
mournfully let the deflated cock fall from his glistening lips. The straining
in his own pants now becoming unbearable. He was positive, he had never been
this hard in his entire life and he needed to do something about it.
But Scott.
Beautiful, straight Scott would surely realise what had just happened and make
a run for the door?
Stiles didn’t give Scott a chance to think, rising from his knees, to crash
their mouths together once more. The kiss was mind-blowing. Intoxicating,
passionate as they both shared the taste of Scott together. Stiles placed his
hands against Scott’s chest and could feel his heart beat racing.
It was now or never.
Stiles pushed Scott down onto his knees, falling with him and so they were both
on the same level, tentatively searching for clues in Scott’s deep pools of
brown eyes and getting nothing. He decided to go with his feelings instead.
He kissed him briefly once more on the lips, before pushing Scott again,
roughly, onto his hands and knees, watching Scott brace himself steadily.
Stiles couldn’t believe it, shaking his head, if only to himself, he needed
more than that. He needed Scott to actually say it.
“We don’t. I don’t...” Stiles’ voice cracked as he spoke, echoing around his
room.
“I want you to!” Scott whispered, so quietly, Stiles almost had to get closer
to hear him. “Just... please man, just fuck now…” Scott’s words had the right
effect and Stiles knew that he couldn’t wait another moment.
Creeping up behind Scott, Stiles finally freed his own, painfully hard erection
to the cool air. Stroking it up and down a few times, he guided another hand
down the spine of Scott’s perfectly tanned back, feeling the skin beneath his
fingers, letting them go lower and lower until they arrived  at his ass again.
That puckered hole, twitching and ready for Stiles to explore even more.
Stiles’ heart lurched once more as he pulled a condom out of one of his pockets
and quickly put it on his throbbing cock.
Scott winced at the pain, screwing his eyes tightly shut as he felt Stiles’
cock begin to circle his entrance. Stiles’ hands digging into his hips to
steady himself. His breath on his ear, breathing erratically as he began to
push.
“Jesus!” Scott let out in a strangled moan as Stiles pushed harder with little
thought to his friend.
“It won’t hurt soon,” Stiles grunted as he found himself going deeper. “Just go
with it... relax dude.”
He went on as he pushed his cock deeper inside Scott’s hole, burying himself
steadily and fully as Scott’s body tensed up. Stiles kissed the back of Scott’s
neck, trying to soothe his friend but he knew this pain, he remembered the
first time Argent did this to him. 
And then slowly, as Stiles hit Scott’s prostate, the pain was replaced by
pleasure, a deep and profound euphoric pleasure. As Stiles began to move inside
Scott, he interlocked their fingers and kissed his neck once more.
“Stiles... fuck...”
“You feel amazing Scotty!”
Stiles pulled his cock out of Scott, almost the whole way and then diving in
again, deeper than before. Hitting that spot over and over as Scott cried out,
moaning in pleasure at the feeling. Stiles picked up the rhythm, pounding
Scott’s ass, going from quick to slow, quick to slow, faster, deeper and harder
with every stroke as he fucked the life out of his best friend. 
He couldn’t help but smile and let out even a laugh of sheer joy. If anyone
could see them now. Scott, on his hands and knees, bent over with his cute ass
in the air, doggy style and Stiles, up behind him, moulded to his back, buried
deep inside him.
How did this happen?!
Skin on skin echoed around the room as Stiles’ balls smacked against Scott’s
tight ass as he put everything he had into it, pumping his hips and going
deeper. Listening to the strangled moans and grunts of himself and Scott
combined as together they rode that wave of perfection.
Stiles felt he was close to cumming as he reached down to grab hold of Scott’s
newly awoken cock, teasing it, squeezing it and stroking it.
“Scott, I’m gonna... holy shit!” He knew he couldn’t last much longer and with
one final grunt and push, Stiles felt himself exploding, his climax spilling
from him as he came hard deep inside Scott. Unleashing his white, hot, sticky
cum as he leant forward, digging his teeth into Scott’s neck and marking him,
drawing that tangy, metallic taste of blood on his lips.
“Fuck!” Scott came again soon afterwards for the second time that night and
they both collapsed together. A mixture of sweaty limbs, arms and legs, flesh
and skin, hot bodies, writhing together once more, totally spent.
Stiles couldn’t resist planting another kiss on the top of Scott’s head,
looking down to see Scott’s eyes fluttering as sleep began to take him over.
Stiles couldn’t help but smile as he removed the condom from his cock, tossing
it into the bin.
Using all his strength, he lifted Scott from the floor onto his bed, a part of
him wondering why they’d never used the bed in the first place. He covered him
over with a blanket before pulling his own pants and jeans up, tucking his cock
safely back inside his underwear.
Stiles looked at his best friend, the nearly sleeping beauty before him, before
Scott blinked his eyes awake. They shared a look before Scott patted the space
beside him, Stiles moving towards him and doing as he’s told.
“So, where do we go from here?” Stiles wondered.
“Well I’m not going anywhere. I think you’ve ruined my ability to walk,” Scott
laughed. “And this is coming from a guy with super wolf healing.”
Stiles breathed a sigh of relief that Scott could make jokes at a time like
this, because Stiles was really starting to freak out and hoped he hadn’t just
ruined the greatest friendship he’d ever had.
“You know what I mean.”
“Dude, I love you. There’s nothing more to it.”
“So we’re okay?” Stiles asked, starting to yawn slightly.
“We’re more than okay...” And to prove it, Scott leant over and kissed his best
friend.
The two of them smiled into the kiss before snuggling closer together. “Hey,
what time is it anyway?” Scott asked, wondering how long they’d have left until
the Sheriff came home from work.
“A little after 3, so we’ve got a few hours yet... hey!”
“What?” Scott wondered what had peaked Stiles’ interest.
“Look at the date. Today’s date... November 24th.” Stiles beamed.
Scott had no clue what Stiles was going on about. As far as Scott knew, the
date had no relevance.
“Come on, you seriously need me to spell it out. Just look at the date!” Stiles
had that adorable dorky look on his face, so Scott knew whatever he was talking
about meant something to him. Looking at the date properly, it took a few
seconds for the light bulb to go off in Scott’s head.
“No way! The date is the same numbers that’s on our lacrosse jerseys... 11 and
24!”
“I know,” Stiles grinned. “We should totally have this day named after us!”
The End. 
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