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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Liam_Dunbar/Stiles_Stilinski, Liam_Dunbar/Mason
  Character:
      Liam_Dunbar, Mason_Hewitt, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      fantasies, blind, surprise, Underage_Liam, Underage_Mason
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-24 Words: 2452
****** I want you so badly ******
by SahadCaethlin
Summary
     Liam is at Mason's, his best friend, and they have some good time
     together before talking about fantasies... And Mason is a good
     friend, he wants the best for Liam.
Notes
     A bit PWP but I wanted to write something hot without thinking to
     much about a story. I wanted something short.
     Unbetad.
"Stiles? Really?" His friend asked, an eyebrow arched in a sceptical way.
Liam looked at Mason and sighed before shoving him a pillow. Yes, he had again
moaned the sheriff's son's name while having a nice time with his best friend,
Mason. He groaned:
"What?"
"Nothing." His friend shrugged. "All tastes are in nature. Even the weird
ones."
"Stop saying things like that." The teen wolf grunted.
"What is it you like in him?" The dark-skinned boy asked then. "I mean... Yeah,
he can be kind of cute... But he's not really what I can call a hot body, which
you could totally afford with yours, man."
"Thanks, Mason." Liam replied sarcastically before sighing and crossing his
arms on his pillow, his chin resting on them. "I don't know exactly... The way
he looks at me, maybe..."
"The way he looks at you?" His best friend's eyebrow almost reached his
hearline. "He's been hitting on you?"
"No. Just... He knows my flaws. And would never ask me something that wouldn't
be me... Or that I wouldn't be able to do." Liam murmured. "It's like... He
doesn't ask more than what I can give."
"Oh... Like... He knows you?" Mason tried.
"Yeah... More like he knows my strengths, my values..." The brunette tried to
find his words. "He wouldn't ask for me to do something just because he thinks
it's disgusting or too degrading for him to do, you know."
"Well, there's someone else like that: Scott. And he totally has the hot body.
I guess it's a werewolf thing." His best friend said as if daydreaming, and
than looked down at his classmate. "But you're not into him."
"That would be weird... He's my alpha, you know." Liam pulled a face. "He's
more like a big brother to me. That's it if I had to qualify our relation."
"Well, better for me." Mason giggled. "Less competition."
The werewolf rolled his eyes and shivered as his friends hands massaged his
back, caressing his skin. This was good. He let out a low groan of pleasure and
sighed in wellbeing. His friend laughed softly and murmured:
"Close your eyes. Imagine those hands are his. Imagine that Stiles just want
you to have a good time."
The words went straight to the teen's groin and Liam bit hard on his bottom lip
to suppress the moan coming from his throat. How could Mason say such things to
him? Of course he was having a boner again. He sighed pleasingly as he obeyed
and imagine the pale hands running on his back, the honey coloured eyes set on
him, the smile on his face... God, it was good. A tongue came dancing on the
back of his neck and between his shoulder blades, burning and wet, making Liam
jump as the breathing of his friend ran on the saliva trail. The young brunette
drowned his face in his pillow as he imagined the senior student following his
spine with his tongue.
"Hmm... Stiles..." He moaned slightly.
Nails scratched slowly his back down to the low of his back, tearing an exhaled
sound of pleasure. Mason was using only one hand right now... And Liam's
imagination worked it out: in his fantasy, Stiles was right behind him, letting
his hand dancing in the sophomore kid's back, his other one caressing himself
as he appreciated the sight. Suddenly, a blindfold came on his eyes.
"Hey, what the...?"
"Relax. It's better to make your imagination work." His best friend murmured as
he put something on the pillow near him. "Trust me, it's gonna be good."
And with that, he went back to his work, his fingers coming back at the low of
his back, but much colder. Lube. Liam felt his member hardening in anticipation
but also his heart jumping and racing suddenly like crazy: he didn't have any
experience in anal sex since he hasn't tell anyone but his best friend that he
was attracted by guys.
"Wait, I -"
"Don't worry. Just think of him... If there's anything, just tell me to stop,
Liam, okay?" Mason sounded very confident.
Liam gulped and inhaled deeply. If there was someone who was going to be very
careful with him, it was his best friend. He slowly nodded and his werewolf
hearing heard the dark-skinned boy exhale lightly has he smiled. He felt his
body against his as he leant on him to murmure at his ear:
"Now... I wanna hear you say his name."
And ordering so, the vivid fingers slid between his buttocks and caressed his
entrance, another hand running on his side and under his body to grab his
erected member, making him gasp:
"Oh, fuck..!" Liam articulate.
"His name, Liam. Call his name." Mason told, now massaging the brunette's cock.
"Hnn!" The sophomore student moaned. "S-Stiles..." "Louder." His friend
ordered, pressing his fingers against his hole.
"Hah! Stiles..!"
He could feel the teeth biting playfully his shoulder as both hands were
tormenting him. It was so good. Liam felt his claws digging in the pillow
beneath him. He could totally visualise the sheriff's son smiling as he played
with him, as he wanted to drive him mad in need. He could see his mischievous
smile as he was watching him having pleasure, moaning shamelessly his name. One
finger intruded in him, making him gasp as his fists tightened on the pillow.
"Hnn! Oh fuck!"
It was a weird sensation and Liam wasn't sure he liked it, this is until said
finger went a bit deeper and moved, searching for the right spot and finding it
in no time. Mason seemed to know his playground. Liam felt like a bolt running
through his veins as a whimper escaped from his throat, his body arching and
then crumbling. He had never felt something like that and was already gasping
for air.
Still blind, the teen wolf kept imagining the source of his fantasies, the tall
brunette watching him with lust and desire as the youngest was moaning and
gasping at the treatment. God, he wanted it. So badly.
"Stiles...!" He croaked. "More... Please... I want more of it..."
He greeted his teeth as another finger intruded his being. He still needed to
get used to it, but soon he liked this strange sensation and loved as the
fingers cissored inside of him. And yet,it was nothing compared to the movement
that came, in and out, slow and yet particular. The few first thrusts were
hollow and once more Liam wondered if he would ever like it... But even before
he could finish this interrogation in his mind, he found himself moaning and
arching his back to have Stiles a proper access to his intimacy. He even moved
lightly to accentuate the movement.
"Oh, God..."He whispered. "Stiles...! I...Hn! Don't stop..!"
The third finger's entry maybe wasn't the best sensation in the world. But
Stiles knew his job. He wanted the pup, as he called him endlessly, to have
pleasure, to squirm in need and lust. Stiles had a smirk on his face, Liam was
sure of it. A stroke on his prostate made the teen wolf see stars and moan
again. It definitely was something good.
His friend said something about another lube in the bathroom that would take
him to the stars. Liam nodded and let out a struggled sound as the fingers
deserted his intimacy, leaving him panting against the pillows. He didn't take
off the blindfold: somehow, he liked to imagine Stiles doing him all those
things. Mason was his best friend and he would never see him differently. So he
wanted to stay in that hot fantasy without breaking it too soon.
The door closed and steps came back to the bed. He shivered as cold fingers
touched his skin, goosebumps appearing on his body, he winced: Mason must have
washed his hands. He couldn't blame him. So he got used to the fresh touch,
trusting his werewolf body heat to warm his friend's hands. But, playfully, he
snarled:
"Stiles, your hands are fucking cold."
A heart jumped. Why? Why would Mason suddenly be all stressed about their game?
He frowned slightly but the fingers danced on his back, as if to come back to
their activity. But the touch was lighter, almost shy... Liam frowned again and
turned around to face his best friend, about to ask a question when it hit him:
this scent. Every being had a scent of his own, and he knew this one, and it
was definitely not Mason's.
His heart jumped and raced. It wasn't possible. Slowly, his hand went to his
blindfold, grabbed it and pulled it very slowly. Stiles, the real one, was
there, just sat at his side, watching him as he was totally naked. Liam gulped,
not knowing if his face was red or white. What was he supposed to say? He
hesitated and took the sheet to cover his manhood, which made Stiles smile:
"I know how a man is made, you know."
This time, Liam blushed and looked down, bitting his bottom lip. He gulped
difficultly and didn't look up as he murmured:
"What are you doing here?"
"I received a strange text, saying to cut my wire at the next phone call. And
then the phone call." Stiles replied, smirking as the teen wolf was going
through all the colours of the rainbow.
"Mason..." Liam greeted through his teeth, already planning a long and painful
death for his best friend.
"And I listened."
The werewolf turned bright red. He had moaned so indecently, and had called his
name so many times. If only he could disappear... Stiles' hand came to his
cheek and caressed it with his thumb, silently asking him to look up, which
Liam did. Their eyes locked: the senior student drowning in those green-grey
lakes that looked always worried, anxious, now more than ever; the youngest one
hooked up onto those reassuring honey coloured eyes. He gulped again and slowly
leant in the caress, still looking into those hypnotic eyes, slightly half
closing his own.
"I didn't know you... Wanted me that much." Stiles murmured.
Liam looked down, embarrassed, but a small laugh from Stiles got his attention
and he saw his elder leaning in, pressing his forehead against his. The touch
was soft and tender, the elder's hand slid from the boy's cheek to the back of
his head, playing with his hair, and whispered:
"I wish I knew it before."
And with that, he pulled the teen wolf forward and pressed his lips against
his. Liam was glad that the human couldn't hear his heartbeat racing as if hell
was just behind him. Their first kisses were shy, only a slight pressure, but
after a few they became deeper, hungrier. Liam shivered at his tongue touching
and rubbing Stiles', he sighed with pleasure as the other student let his hands
slide on the skin of his arms, his chest. His own fingers dived in the human's
clothes, taking them off, trying not to tear them appart with his wolf
strength.
Stiles was now shirtless, his skin was so pale, milky, and yet so warm under
Liam's touch. He leant in and his mouth devoured the human's neck, softly
biting and then sucking on it, leaving fresh red marks on this skin he had
fantasied for so long. Stiles tried to muffle the moans the teen could tear
from him, which was just more and more exciting for the young werewolf. He bent
down and attacked one of his elder's nipple, wanting to taste every little
piece of his skin. The taller brunette closed his eyes in pleasure, letting
them roll under his eyelids:
"Liam..." He sighed tenderly. "You're so exciting. So cute. I want to possess
you... To hear that sexy voice of yours moaning my name."
And with that, he pinned the teen on the bed, all over him, and sending a big
shot in Liam's groin. It was happening. All his last fantasies were coming
true: he was with Stiles and the guy wanted him. Stiles hands litterally teared
off his own pants, exposing his hard on. Liam would never had thought it could
be so huge: how was that supposed to fit in him? But a savage kiss from his
lacrosse teammate pushed that thought far far away.
"I want you. So badly." Stiles whispered.
Liam had butterflies in his stomach: he had so desperately wanted to hear those
words. His breathing quickened as the almost burning tongue of his packmate was
sliding on his abs, running to his groin, and a whimper fought his way out of
his throat as the taller brunette pushed Liam's hard member in his mouth.
"Oh fuck!" The teen wolf croaked, his body arching, pushing his own cock deeper
into his elder's mouth, and his claws tearing the pillows appart.
It was so good! He needed it so badly, not bothering in keeping his moans low.
It was like his body had a conscious on his own and bucked into the burning
warmness of his lacrosse teammate, desperately, as if his life depended on it.
The pleasure was like a storm swirling furiously inside of him.
Then an horrible sound exploded near his ear and it all turned into a blur. He
closed his eyes, pulling a face at the torturous sound that was killing his
ears and open them again. The room was the same, but he was on a mattress on
the ground. When had he fallen from the bed? He looked up and saw Mason
watching him, a smile on his face as he turned off the alarm clock.
"Well, sunshine. Not that watching you masturbating in your sleep isn't
attractive but we have to go to school. So why don't you finish that in the
bathroom and come for breakfast when you're ready, hm?"
Liam stared at his bestfriend, dumbfounded, as he was getting up and leaving
the room, letting him alone. A dream...? He had a fucking super hot and wet
moment with Stiles and it was all just a fucking dream? He blushed but didn't
know if it was of embarrassment or anger annd got out of bed. His own stick was
more than hard and sure it needed some help.
Now he definitely would have to do something about Stiles. Or it would be the
dead of him... Because he was just seeing him everyday at school. Plus Mason
wouldn't miss a chance to ask him about his dream. Especially if he had moaned
Stiles' name in his sleep...
"God... Let me die now... Even virgin. Just let me die." He groaned, entering
in the bathroom.
 
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