Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/849464.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Chris_Argent, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      handjobs, mild_dub-con, Underage_Drinking
  Series:
      Part 4 of Various_Shows_Short_Stories
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-19 Words: 1027
****** To take the edge off ******
by Daughter_of_Scotland
Summary
     Scott tries to get drunk and gets a way better distraction than he
     had planned.
Notes
     This is an older one, after I watched Season 2. Totally forgot about
     this...
Scott blinked in confusion as the bartender sat the drink in front of him.
"What's this?" he asked, picking it up curiously.
The bartender pointed behind himself. "It's from him."
Scott followed his finger and almost chocked on the tentative sip he'd taken.
Chris Argent lifted his own glass in greeting and then looked away.
Scott swallowed and looked down at the drink - some kind of fruity cocktail -
again before shrugging lightly and drinking more. If Mr. Argent wanted to pay
for his drink, he wasn't going to say no.
 
Fifteen minutes later he had a second drink in front of him and Chris was
moving over, sitting down beside Scott.
"Aren't you a bit young to come to a bar?" he asked quietly and Scott grinned.
"Aren't I a bit young for you to pay for my drinks?"
Chris laughed and Scott joined in after a moment. "It's not like you can get
drunk," Chris pointed out and Scott nodded. "That's true."
They sat in silence for a while before Chris opened his mouth again. "Allison
left for Oregon today," he said and Scott nodded again. "I know," he answered.
"She told me she would spend the summer there. To try and work everything out
in her head."
Chris looked him over. "You're taking this easier than I expected you to."
Scott shrugged. "I know why she needed to break up with me. But I also believe
that she will come back to me. I have to believe that..."
Pain filled his voice at that and Chris decided to change the topic. "I know
that Derek didn't bite Victoria without being provoked," he said into his
glass. "I figured you had something to do with it?"
Scott thought this over before answering. "She tried to kill me," he answered
eventually. "Derek saved me and got her in the process."
He looked at Chris. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry."
Chris acknowledged that with a tilt of his glass and they continued to drink in
silence.
 
Sometime after the third or fourth drink (Scott couldn't get drunk, not really,
but he was feeling slightly buzzed anyway) Chris noticed the boy shifting on
his stool.
"What's going on with you?" he asked and Scott flinched as if he'd been caught
at doing something wrong.
"Uhm, nothing," he said but sighed when he saw Chris' disbelieving look. "Well,
this is a bar," he pointed out. "I actually thought... well, I could..." He
stopped, blushing.
Chris hummed as he got it. "You were looking for a rebound," he stated and
Scott made a small sound in the back of his throat, blushing even deeper.
Chris frowned, looking around. "Don't you worry that... I mean, what if you
lose control while you're... busy?"
Scott's eyes widened. "That doesn't... I can control it, really!"
Chris, who had drunken his fair share of whisky by now and was feeling it, too,
didn't let that count. "I can't risk that," he said plainly, finished his glass
and put it down. "Drink up."
Scott was confused but did as he was told, following Chris through the club
after he was done.
 
"Where are we going?" he hissed when they reached the backdoor and Chris led
them out into an alley.
"I can't risk you hurting some human while you're too busy getting off to
control yourself," the older man said in lieu of explanation and backed Scott
against a wall. "You came here to get off, right?"
Scott, still confused but feeling his heart rate pick up at the close proximity
of the man, could only nod.
Suddenly, Chris' hands were on his belt, getting it open.
"Woah, what the hell!" Scott exclaimed, pushing against Chris' chest. "What are
you doing?"
Chris scoffed. "You need to get off, I can do it for you. This way, if you lose
control, you won't hurt anyone but me."
This explanation distracted Scott and his alcohol-buzzed brain long enough for
Chris to not only open his belt but also his button and fly.
 
Scott let out a loud groan when a big, calloused hand wrapped around his dick,
strong and surly. "Oh, fuck... What... Wait..."
Chris didn't listen, instead jerked his hand up and down a few times. Scott had
his hands twisted in Chris' jacket, holding on, his eyes squeezed shut.
"Fuck... shit, Chris, what the hell..."
"You like it," Chris whispered into Scott's ear, leaning forward. "You're
already so hard, Scott. I don't even need to lube you up or anything, you're
wet enough on your own. Did you need it so badly?"
Scott didn't even know what to say to that, he just rutted forward, fucking
himself into Chris' fist. The man was right; the pre-come made it slick enough
not to be uncomfortable and Scott felt already close, even after just a few
minutes.
"Oh, oh god," he moaned. "Chris..."
The man groaned roughly and shuffled around a bit until he could rut against
Scott's hip while he continued to jerk him off, swiping his thumb over the slit
of Scott's cock every now and then.
"So needy," he growled. "I've barely touched you... You'd never stand it if I
actually intended to get you naked, Scott. This is just a tease, kid, just to
take the edge off."
Scott whined low in his throat as he jerked his hips, spilling over Chris' hand
and his own pants. His claws had come out, shredding Chris' jacket before he
could pull them back in. He panted, his head on Chris' shoulder, who pushed
into him more forcefully, rutting against his hip until he, too, stilled and
took a sharp breath.
The scent of Chris' come mingled with his own and invaded Scott's nose.
Chris pulled his hand out of Scott's pants and wiped it on a tissue he pulled
from his jacket. "The next time you need to get off," he told the teenager,
straightening his jacket but ignoring the holes in it, "you come straight to
me. Are we clear?"
Scott swallowed but nodded, looking after the older man as he left the alley,
before cleaning himself up and leaving in the opposite direction.
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