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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, Melissa_McCall, Sheriff_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Exploration, Masturbation, Mutual_Masturbation, Growing_Up, Best_Friends,
      Friends_to_Lovers, Boys_Kissing, Underage_Kissing, Halloween, Batman_And
      Robin_-_Freeform, Pre-Series, My_First_Fanfic, My_First_Work_in_This
      Fandom, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, bossy!Stiles, simple!Scott, Jerk!Stiles,
      hurt!Scott, Blow_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Ass_Play_mentions, Enemas, Top_Scott,
      Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski, condom_play, Nipple_Play, Fingerfucking,
      Breathplay, Human_Scott_McCall, Asthma, Gag_reflex, First_Time, mentions
      of_cross_dressing_in_part_six, Scott_gets_The_Bite_in_part_six, Mentions
      of_knotting, mentions_of_rape/non-con, Scotts_first_full_moon_in_part
      seven, Minor_Violence
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Kinky,_Sticky_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-10 Completed: 2013-07-20 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 33255
****** What A Sticky Twosome They Make ******
by kestra_troi
Summary
     This is an AU story line. In it Scott and Stiles meet in elementary
     school and grow up to be friends and lovers. It starts Pre-Series
     goes into Season 1 changing details mostly the timeline, causes/
     effects of certain of events, and obviously character relationships.
     In Part One, Stiles and Scott are talking, exploring, having fun,
     etc... There's a lot of talking in this one and mentions of their
     sexual activities up to this point...
     Part Two contains blowjobs and angst.
     Part Three is just a non-porn fic full of anxiety, panic attacks, and
     non-communication.
     Part Four is a porny-one, with Stiles discovering a kink and Scott
     happily indulging.
     Part Five is the honest-to-goodness deflowering of our beloved boy
     Stiles by Scott.
     Part Six, is a slightly porn-y one where the boys play house and
     dabble in crossdressing (well Stiles does for Scott). This is also
     where Scott gets The Bite, basically what happened as depicted in the
     Series with a few modifications.
     Part Seven is after The Bite, we see what changes have happened to
     poor Scott...and poor Stiles during Scotts first full moon.
***** What's Latin For "I Suck"? *****
                       What_A_Sticky_Twosome_They_Make,
                                   Part_One:
                                        
                           What's Latin For"I suck"?
 
It had all started when the brown and only asthmatic boy in elementary school
met a dopey, hyperactive white boy in a school assembly that dealt with the
importance of dental hygiene.
"Did you know that after a person dies, their nails and hair keep growing?" The
hyperactive kid said to the asthmatic as he turned around in his seat.
"What?" Replied the somewhat startled asthmatic.
"Did you know that after a person dies their nails and hair keep growing?" The
hyperactive one said slightly more emphatically.
"No…is that really true? How do you know?"
"Because my dads the sheriff. I know these things."
"That’s cool…My names Scott. What's yours?"
The hyperactive one paused a moment before answering: "Call me Stiles."
"What kinda name is Stiles?"
"A cool one!" Stiles defended.
"Ok…Stiles." Scott said apologetically. "I'm in Ms. King's class. Who's your
teacher?"
"Mrs. Looney." Stiles said slightly embarrassed and slightly amused at his
teacher's odd name.
"Is that her real name?" Scott asked disbelieving.
"Yes, stupid! She just got married…Her name used to be Ms. Whaley."
"Oh…" Scott paused before continuing. "Have you ever seen a dead body before?"
"No. But I will someday."
                                      ***
And so this slightly odd, yet kinda cute episode ultimately led these two boys
to find that they had a lot in common: the loss of a parent, a love of horror,
action, and alien movies, a lot of behavioral issues, and kiddie basketball.
They spent all their time together when they could, especially on weekends.
Scott's mom and Stiles' dad were each secretly thrilled that their (slightly?)
socially awkward boy had managed to make a best friend and they encouraged the
two to hang out as often as possible. Tons of sleepovers and play dates and
general hanging outs. As it turned out the two boys who were a handful by
themselves, joined together were a menace. They were constantly getting their
noses into things they shouldn’t and constantly being caught doing so.
But all of their adventures, and punishments, and behavioral issues merely
served to bring these two boys closer and closer together. By the time the two
were in middle school they were inseparable, joined at the hip. They told each
other everything. Stiles' kid-crush on Lydia, Scott's (rather improbable) dream
of being a star athlete, what it was like when Stiles' mom had died, what is
was like when Scott's dad had finally left, what is was like being bullied by
the white rich kids every day, what is was like crying yourself to sleep/
hyperventilating every night.
The boys shared everything with each other. Especially the naughty things. When
they were fifth-graders they had practiced kissing with each other. Sticking
their tongues in each others' mouths all sloppily, twisting their heads around
at odd intervals, pulling each other in close before freaking out a little and
pushing each other away. Yet for some odd reason they would still practice with
each other a lot. And usually it was Stiles initiating these practice sessions,
saying how the more they practiced now the better they would be later on
kissing girls.
In middle school when Stiles had overheard a few 8th grade boys talking about
mas-tur-ba-tion, he ran home with Scott to try it out. By the time they were in
the 8th grade themselves they were routinely jerking off separately and
together. Then during the Christmas break in 8th grade while at Scott's house
watching each other jerking-off late one night, the two boys' relationship
changed forever when Scott came all over his own hand.
Stiles always being the inquisitive one, always asking questions, always being
a smart ass, was more than a little intrigued when he saw Scott cum. Seeing
Scott's face contort in strange ways in that moment shifted something in
Stiles. From then on he insisted on helping Scott play with his recorder (wink-
wink) practically everyday. Though Scott was a little hesitant, he eventually
gave in as he always did, going along with whatever Stiles wanted. Besides he
found out real quick how nice it felt to have someone else, even if it was just
his best friend, play with his recorder (nudge-nudge) a lot (giggle-giggle).
And by the summer break after their 8th grade year when Stiles began to cum,
Scott agreed to jerk him off. After this new development, the majority of their
time together was spent diddling each other, getting each other off, without
crossing that imaginary line in their heads that meant they were actually
having sex with each other i.e. blowjobs and (later on) full-on intercourse.
 
                                      ***
 
It was on Halloween their 9th grade year when Stiles (again) suggested moving
on and trying new things like blowjobs, and Scott after seeing some videos
Stiles sent him, agreed. Hesitantly agreed.
"Isn't that kinda gay?" Scott questioned as they walked from the bus stop to
Stiles' house.    
"No. Didn’t you watch those videos I sent you?"
"Yeah, I watched them…" Scott paused remembering.
"Dude!" Stiles teased feigning disgust rather unconvincingly. "You watched the
vids. Girls do it to guys all the time."
"Exactly, girls do it to guys all the time. I don’t know if you have noticed or
not but we're both guys, so…"
"So…" Stiles echoed.
"So…" Scott continued, "Doesn’t that make it kinda gay?"
Stiles thought a moment. "Naaaahhhhh…" He said. "I mean its not like we're in
love or anything. (Awkward look away from Scott by Stiles) Its just…two best
friends…who both happen to be guys…(pulling sh*t out of his ass)…helping each
other out with something…that would be awkward…to ask someone else… i.e. a
girl…to do."
Scott stopped in his tracks, a little confused, in order to process. Stiles
stopped with him awaiting his reply. He could see Scott slowly process the
information, with his eyes all scrunched up thinking, and he could see the
almost imperceptible head shake/squirm Scott gave as his answer. 
So Stiles babbled on, "Look Scott, guys do it to each other all the time. You
shoulda seen all the videos I saw where two guys…two perfectly straight
guys…manned up…and…(when in doubt use big words)…fellated…each other."
"Fellated each other?"
"Yeah, that’s the technical term for giving someone a blowjob. It's Latin for I
suck."
"A blowjob?" Scott almost-whined.
"Scott, you know what a blowjob is…"
"Yeah, I do!" He said defensively.
"So…what's the question here, Scott?"
"Well…I don’t know…I…uuuuhhh…uuuuhhhh…I don’t…"
"Come on Scott use your words. You don’t know…what?"
"I don’t know…I just…
"You just what?" Stiles interjected.
"…I just feel like…Scott haltingly added.
"You feel like?" Stiles interrupted again. (As always.)
"I don’t know…Ergh…I just feel like this whole blowjob thing (Scott whispered
though no one was around)…is kinda gay."
"Oh my God Scott!! I just explained to you how straight guys do this all the
time! What?! Do you not believe me?! Do you want me to show you the videos?! 
"No, don’t show me the videos!
"Then what is it Scott?! Do you wanna stop playing our recorders together?"
"No!"
"Alright then what's the problem?"
Scott huffed and started walking again, and after a moment Stiles followed
suit. "Nothing." Scott puffed. "There is no problem."
After a moment Stiles responded, "Alrighty then…" He paused before adding, "…so
when do you wanna…try it out?"
"I don’t know." Scott acquiesced. "Lets just do it tonight. Huh? After trick-
or-treating."
"Alright, alright…" Stiles nodded accepting Scott's first offer and then
countered with. "Or…"
"Or, what?"
"Or…we could do it tonight as we're getting into our costumes. You know? It'd
be like…we're not doing it…Batman and Robin are doing it…and they're definitely
not gay. Am I right?" Stiles smiled as by this point they had reached Stiles'
house and were walking in the front door. Stiles threw his stuff down on the
ground and Scott squirmed a bit before doing the same.
"Yeah, I guess." Scott replied.
"Great! By the way…you're Robin." Stiles zinged as he ran upstairs to change.
(First-come-first-served.)
"What?! Wait!! Stiles!!!" Scott called as he ran after Stiles. "Why do you get
to be Batman?!?!?!" As Scott reached Stiles bedroom he could see that Stiles
was already throwing off his clothes and hurrying to put on the 60s style-
Batman costume.
"Because. I'm the smart one that has all the answers and comes up with all the
ideas: including the one where we dress up as Batman and Robin for Halloween.
And you're the pretty boy who tags along." Stiles quipped.
"Oh ha-ha, I'll show you 'pretty boy'." Scott said as he started undressing,
trying to catch up, and simultaneously trying to grab for bits of the Batman
costume before Stiles. Stiles had on the shirt and the faux-shorts-and-tights-
combo pants, while Scott had put on the gloves and the headgear when they
started fighting over the cape.
Sounds of: "You let go! No you let go!" screamed out over and over filled the
house until there was a ripping sound and everything very suddenly fell silent.
Stiles spoke up first. (Surprise, surprise.) "Oh great now look what you’ve
done! My cape is torn!"
"Your cape?! No it's my cape! You tore my cape."
"No you tore my cape!!"
" NO! Youtore my cape!!"
Stiles was going to respond tit-for-tat but instead he sighed loudly and said,
"Look, Scott I should be Batman I am the eldest…"
"By two measly months!"
Stiles continued undaunted, "…And everyone knows I am the smart one out of the
two of us…"
"Hey, that’s not fair! You just do better in school, that’s all. You're not
necessarily the smart one!"
"Well, until they develop a test that you can actually outscore me on, then
yeah I'm the smart one of the outfit…Who helped you learn algebra?"
"You did."
"Who helped explain The Scarlet Letter to you, huh?
"You did."
 "Who explained the whole Desert Storm thing to you when you thought it was
weird that the U.S. government would care about the meterological conditions of
the Sahara!?"
"You did, but that’s not fair either! You know history isn’t my thing."
"No, school in general is not your thing. Hell, thinking in general is not your
thing." Scott twinged at that barb. He had always been self conscious of the
fact that Stiles was really the smarter one especially in school, while he just
kinda hung around. He never seemed particularly good at anything, not even
sports, but Stiles wasn’t any better in that department at least.
Stung by Stiles last comment Scott let go of the cape, took off the headgear,
and the gloves and dejectedly whispered, "Go ahead Stiles, you be Batman."
Stiles, realizing how badly he just screwed up by calling Scott’s intelligence
into question like every bully, and teacher, hell like every adult had since
forever, Stiles didn’t know what to do or to say. (And how often does that
happen.) He took the costume pieces Scott offered him and started putting them
on, when he stopped and said, "Hey Scott, I'm sorry…I shouldn’t have said that.
I didn’t mean to…"
"Yeah, I know Stiles. You didn’t mean to…but you did."
Ashamed, Stiles just stood there half-dressed for a moment then he slowly
started to drop the costume pieces he wasn’t wearing on the ground. 
"Here Scott, you be Batman." Stiles offered.
"Nah that’s ok you go ahead, be Batman."
"No really Scott go ahead, you be Batman." Stiles reiterated.
"Stiles…"Scott responded exasperated, "I don’t wanna be Batman. You go ahead.
Better yet…" Scott paused and so did Stiles. "Better yet, let’s forget the
costumes and not go trick-or-treating at all. I'm not really in the mood
anymore."
"No, Scott come on…we always go trick-or-treating. You love the candy."
"I know, but I'm not really into it anymore. I mean were kinda getting too old
for this stuff, aren’t we?"
"Scott…"Stiles was at a loss as to what to say, so he decided to fess up to
something he hadn’t wanted Scott to know. Or anyone to know. Ever. EVER. He
didn’t want anyone, anywhere to ever know the real reason why he wanted Scott
to dress as Robin. He hadn’t even been able it to confess to himself when he
bought the costumes online. When he saw how skimpy the Robin costume was on the
model, he couldn’t stop himself from picturing Scott in it. The tight green
shorts framing Scott's beautiful ass perfectly, while simultaneously giving
everyone a pretty-good view of his… recorder. Oh my God even now I can't call
his thing, a thing.    
Stiles even now couldn’t admit that the reason he had in fact demanded that
they dress up as Batman and Robin in the first place, and then had bought the
Robin costume with Scott in mind was because he had in the course of their
experimenting and fooling around developed a rather powerful attraction to
Scott. Even when Stiles was home alone 'playing' he couldn’t help himself. He
couldn’t stop himself, he would think of Scott: Scott's goofy grin, the
scrunched up face Scott makes when he cums, the special glow that Scott's brown
skin has when he cums, Scott's lips so round, so full, and ooohhhh soooo
kissable, Scott's hands, Scott's tightass, Scott's arms, Scott's thighs,
Scott's moans, Scott, Scott, SCOTT, SCOTT!, SSCCOOTT!!Was all Stiles could
think of when he jerked off alone at night, often moaning Scott's name into his
pillow over and over again even after he cums.
It was after one of these jerk-off sessions that Stiles first tasted his own
cum and fantasized that it was, in fact, Scott's. He wondered: What would
Scott's taste like? Would it taste like mine? Nah his would be different
somehow… Though Stiles never fully thought about how it would taste different,
just that it would. That’s why he had concocted this whole scheme to get Scott
interested in or at least thinking about blowjobs. He had spent weeks searching
for and sending videos to Scott, that he thought Scott would like, in an
attempt sway him. Stiles spent hours watching those videos and lots of others
(mostly gay and bisexual ones) himself, trying to glean any kind of technique
he could from them.
He read stories online about giving head, he even practiced on popsicles and
lollipops to the point that his dad was worried he was developing some kind of
weird sugar-on-a-stick addiction. His dad had even stopped buying the snacks
when he shopped for groceries, forcing Stiles to buy them on the down low.
He wanted to be with Scott, he need to be with Scott. Pleasing Scott sexually
had become an obsession for Stiles. He couldn’t help it. He told himself: Its
just a phase…like when I got really into Avril Lavinge that one time…for a
month…ok two months…three months…whatever. He had tried consistently,
constantly to convince himself that soon his feelings for Scott would go away.
After all: how long can you stay attracted to a guy you see naked and sticky
almost every day?
The answer being: forever…apparently. It had been the better part of their 9th
grade year already and still Stiles couldn’t stop wanting Scott. Not just as
his jerk-off buddy, but as his. Mine.      
All these thoughts came to Stiles in this moment as he stood there looking at
Scott who was looking at him, waiting for Stiles to finish his sentence.
He was finally gonna tell Scott exactly how he felt, and why he did what he
did, and why he needed Scott to wear the Robin costume…
But he didn’t. Couldn’t. As he stood there looking at Scott half-naked, all he
could think was Need him. Now! So Stiles being the eternally-awkward-white-boy
he is stepped towards Scott, took Scott's right hand in his, and started
rubbing the base of Scott's middle finger in a circle.
(Now for those who are confused by this gesture allow me to explain. You see
over the years they had developed a system of non-verbal movements and motions
to share their desires and intents without letting the rest of the world know
what they were doing.
By taking and rubbing the base of Scott's right hand middle finger, Stiles was
expressing his desire or agreement to jerk Scott off. If Stiles had done the
same motion to Scott's left hand middle finger he would have been signaling his
desire for Scott to jerk him off.
If Stiles had hooked his pinky with Scott's pinky it would mean that they jerk
each other off. If Stiles had hooked his pinky with Scott's pinky and tapped
their thumbs together at the same time that would mean that they jerk each
other off while also making out.
The last one had been the rarest one especially since high school started
because Scott was under the belief that practicing to kiss girls instead of
actually kissing girls was a waste of time, not that he or they had ever had
much luck in that arena, and also a little gay. But anyhoo…)
Scott, understanding Stiles signal, pulled his hand away from Stiles. "No
Stiles, I'm not in the mood."
"Scott, please let me make this up to you. I'm sorry. Please? I'll do
anything."
"Anything?" Scott questioned.
"Anything." Stiles verified without hesitation. Scott stood absolutely still
for a moment.
"Ok then Stiles, take off your clothes and lay down on your bed."
Stunned Stiles though intrigued and a little excited by this request asked,
"What? Why?" Stiles tried to play it cool with a chuckle like no-big-deal…jus
the guy I have been fantasizing about wants me naked in bed…nbd.
"Because I am going to have my way with you..." Stiles just about dropped dead
with this. He couldn’t believe this was happening. I must've had a stroke and
am hallucinating…I'm asleep and this is all a very real feeling dream…God,
please don’t let me wake up…  
And as Stiles continued saying his prayers, Scott went on with what he was
saying, "…so I want you naked, laying down on your bed. Now, Stiles."    
 
End of Part One
***** Holy Toledo, Batman! Was That Your Mouth?! *****
Chapter Summary
     So here is part two of the story, as promised...the actual sexy bits.
                       What_A_Sticky_Twosome_They_Make,
                                   Part_Two:
                                        
                  Holy Toledo, Batman! Was That Your Mouth?!
                                        
"Now Stiles before I change my mind." Scott ordered again. And for once Stiles
was doing what he was told. He started taking off the Batman costume and when
he took off his boxers anyone could see how very much he enjoyed Scott telling
him what to do for a change.
But not one for silences Stiles wondered aloud, "You’ve gotta admit this is
kinda out of the blue, right?"
"Not really Stiles."
"What’dya mean? Its not everyday you order me to lay down. How do you want me?
On my stomach? Sunnyside up?" Stiles chuckled weakly as he babbled, "Nothing
like a little egg humor to a break the tension. Did you know that eggs…"
"Stiles will you let me talk for once? Just lie down on the bed and be quiet
while I do what I do. Ok? Don’t answer that was a reporticle question."
"Rhetorical." Stiles corrected.
"Stiles! I swear to God! Be quiet or I’ll leave!" Scott threatened and that
shut Stiles up right quick.
Stiles slowly made his way to the bed and laid himself down ass-side up. He did
this all as quietly as he had done anything ever.
Scott was satisfied with Stiles listening to him and obeying him. He liked how
it made him feel, like he was the one in charge for once.
"Now I’m gonna talk and you’re gonna listen. I know you didn’t mean to say
those things about me being stupid." At this Stiles made a motion to raise his
head and say something, but Scott stopped him with a hand motion. "Let me
finish…Stiles you are the most important person in my life after my mom of
course, and I love you. And I also know that you’ve got these feelings for me."
Scott emphasized his words with hand motions as he tried his best to articulate
things he had never thought he would.  Stiles again tried to raise his head and
say something, but again Scott stopped him and continued.
"I know you feel things for me. I’m not stupid. I mean why else would you wanna
do…what…you know… what…we do all the time if you didn’t. And I noticed awhile
ago that you don’t talk about Lydia near as much as you used to. And you’re
always wanting to do more things and different things with me and always
touching me and looking at me when you think I don’t notice."
This time Stiles couldn’t be stopped, "I’m sorry if I every…"
"Stiles, shut up, and let me finish before I loose my nerve." Scott waited for
a sign from Stiles that he would be quiet, and got it when Stiles put his hand
in front of his mouth.
"I also know that I don’t wanna stop what we’ve been doing, and I know you
don’t want to either. I know that all the kids in our class think that we’re
gay together. For each other. I know that lately I’ve been having these ideas
and feelings and stuff. And I know you want me to do these other… you
know…things…with you." Scott paused to express his words with gestures as well,
obscene gestures to illustrate just what things he thought Stiles wanted from
him or to do with him.
Stiles looking on was startled, "How…did…?"
"I’m not stupid Stiles I watched those videos you sent me. They didn’t just
stop with blowjobs. And besides…you talk in your sleep all the time. Really
loudly too."
It’s true that Stiles talks in his sleep, he had for a long time. Even before
his Mom had died, but it had gotten much worse when she did pass. Sometimes
when he was younger he would even sleepwalk to his dad’s room and talk to his
Mom as if she were there. Stiles was, and is, and always will be a little
sensitive about that. He often felt like his unconscious mind was playing cruel
tricks on him or something. But in this instance he was glad of that
particularly annoying habit. In his sleep Stiles was apparently far more
truthful and far more vulgar (if that’s possible?) than he was when he was
awake.
"I overheard you awhile ago. And at first I was a little freaked out. I wasn’t
sure what it you meant, or what all this meant…and I still don’t…but I… want to
explore it. With you. If that’s ok? Stiles."
Stiles barely breathed. His head was spinning and he didn’t know what to say so
he just nodded.
With this final assent Scott only had one final question: "Stiles you said
something the other night and I need to know…do you really love me? Like LOVE
me, love me?"
Stiles was paralyzed. God Almighty what do I do? What do I say? He couldn’t
admit to Scott just how and how much he felt for him, he’d die of
embarrassment. But he couldn’t say nothing either, because Scott was waiting
for an answer. What he said came as much as a shock to himself as it did to
Scott.
"Scott, if you don’t touch me I think I’m gonna throw up." And with such a
resounding affirmation as that, Scott finished getting undressed and jumped up
on the bed next to Stiles.
"Turn over Stiles, look at me." Stiles once again complied. Scott just stared
into Stiles eyes for a few moments, then leaned in and started kissing Stiles.
Tentatively, at first, then deeper, more urgently. Scott then reached out his
arm and slowly felt up Stiles’ side. Touched him from hip to chest, causing
Stiles to moan and break out of the spell that held him bound.
Suddenly, Stiles was all aggressive. Meeting Scott’s kisses with his own
demanding mouth MoreMoreMore. Scott kept caressing Stiles’ body: his sides,
which made Stiles shudder every time, his arms, his thighs, his face, his
chest. Scott touched every part of Stiles he could reach, and then pulled
Stiles closer to him on the bed so he could touch more.
Stiles for his part turned into a groaning, moaning boneless mess. Scott was
touching him all over. God this feels so good! And that was very clear to both
of the boys, as Stiles started to get very hard.
"So is it my kissing you like so much, or the touching?" Scott asked as he
pulled his mouth off of Stiles’.
"Both. Though the whole you-touching-me-all-over-like-this-thing is a big part
of it." Stiles answered trying to pull Scott back in for more kissing.
"I don’t know, we’ve been kissing for years and you’ve never been so vocal or
appreciative before. So I’m gonna guess it’s the touching thing."
"Yeah, yeah ok, so the fact that you’re touching me all over is getting me very
excited…ok? Is that what you need to hear? God Scott just keep touching me and
keep kissing me. Please..."
Scott was happy to oblige. He had always kinda liked kissing Stiles and from
time to time he had actually caught himself staring at Stiles’ mouth when
Stiles was talking (which is always) instead of listening to what he was
saying. He liked Stiles’ lips, they were pretty somehow though he didn’t know
the words to describe them. As Scott and Stiles continued this make-out
session, they gradually got closer and closer together to the point that both
of their hard cocks were rubbing against each other.
"Fuck!" Stiles cursed when Scott reached down and took both their cocks in hand
and stroked them as one. He started off slowly, but Stiles was having none of
that, so he put his hand around Scotts and started tugging faster. That caused
the boys to go into overdrive.
They couldn’t get close enough to each other. They couldn’t kiss each other
enough. They couldn’t touch each other enough. Scott again broke away from the
kiss and pulled his hand off their cocks. "Wait, wait, wait."
"What, Scott?" Too much, too soon? Suddenly Stiles was concerned. Have I hurt
him somehow? Did I do something wrong? Is it over already? Please don’t be
done…
"No, I just thought…well we did agree to try something… tonight…remember? I
just thought that maybe you would wanna give that a try."
"Really, you would let me? And its not gonna be too weird… or too gay…or
something?" Stiles asked covering his bases.
"No I want you to. I wanna see you do it." Stiles shuddered at the simple
statement. Oh God! He wants to watch?! Well of course he wants to watch…of
course he’s going to watch… how could he not...?...it’s his…thingie. Oh God
Stiles, grow up! Call it what it is. His…his…cock. Stiles shuddered again at
his own maturity. He really needed to blow Scott. Like NEEDED to. He didn’t
need air or water or sunlight or gravity. What he needed at that moment was to
blow Scott so well, Scott would never stop cumming. He needed to taste Scott,
something fierce.
"How…how…how do you…do you…?"Stiles could not form a sentence anymore his brain
was mush.
"Stiles, use your words." Scott teased, which of course brought Stiles back to
himself.
Indignant, Stiles pursed his lips and pouted, "Well, maybe not, maybe I don’t
wanna do this. Maybe…"
He was gonna finish his sentence when Scott grabbed him, kissed him, and then
proceeded to suck at his neck. Stiles was mush again. No one had ever given him
a hickie before and Scott was giving him a doozy of a hickie. Or more like
hickies. Plural.
Stiles tried to retain some kind of composure and lucidity. So he capitulated,
"I wanna do this. I wanna do this now! How do you wanna do this? How!? How!?
HOW!?" Stiles was loosing it. Scott was marking him, nibbling at him like I’m a
piece of something. But what that something was Stiles couldn’t fathom.
Something Scott likes to nibble on…oooooooh…oh FUCK…Far too soon Scott pulled
away to breathe and to speak.
"I don’t know. How about…how about I lay against the headboard and you lay
between my legs? Will that work?"
Stiles didn’t know if Scott was asking if the position would work technically
or if he meant preferentially. His mind was just too far-gone to try to
understand. So he just responded with the affirmative. "Yeah, sure that’ll
work."
They moved about the bed, so that Scott leaning against the headboard had his
legs spread wide and his teen cock dead-center-stage and Stiles was right there
between Scott’s legs inching closer and closer to Scott’s cock.
Now Scott’s cock wasn’t huge. (After all this is pre-bite.) But what Scott
lacked in length he more than made up for in girth. He might only be just shy
of 6-inches long, but he had to be at least 3 or 4 or maybe 5 inches thick. God
he’s sooo thick! Why have I never noticed?! Stiles reprimanded himself. He
thought: Maybe I can’t do this…I think I bit off more than I… But he stopped
himself before he finished that phrase. Too apropos. God, please let my mouth
be big enough!!He prayed again. I want him in my mouth. (Ask and ye shall
receive.)
Stiles took ahold of Scott’s cock first giving it a few good tugs, which got
Scott’s juices flowing. Cautiously, Stiles stuck out his tongue and took a
nice, long swipe of Scott’s cock.
Scott freaked out for a second, his body was going crazy, he was totally
spazing. "Fuck! Stiles!" With this Stiles looked up at Scott and Scott looked
down at Stiles. They locked eyes and held each other’s gaze.
Something passed between the two. It was non-verbal, yet it told them
everything they needed to know. It was a mighty gaze. Scott ever so subtly
moved his head in a nod-like fashion. Stiles put the head of Scott’s cock in
his mouth and lapped at Scott’s piss slit. All the while holding Scott’s gaze.
"Fuck! Fuck!! FUCK!!! FFUUUCCCKK!!!!" Was all the warning Stiles had as Scott’s
cum began shooting out of his cock. To be fair, Scott hadn’t really had any
warning himself or he would’ve warned Stiles. At first spurt, Stiles pulled
off, startled. But as he tasted Scott for the first time it reminded him why
they were doing this in the first place and he quickly ducked his head back
down and put Scott’s cockhead back in his mouth.   
He had only missed like one or two spurts, and Scott was good for a few more.
Scott kept cursing with every spurt. Seeing… (Stiles)…put my cock in his
mouth…aaarrrrgggghhhh… Something had flipped in Scott. Somersaulted in Scott,
more like. It was sooo right, sooo hot and then…Stiles looking at me while he
did it…was soooo nasty but in a good way. No a GREAT way! An AMAZING way!
God!!! We need to do this everyday!!!
    After another three or four spurts Scott’s cock calmed down and began
spewing cum in a more leisurely fashion. Stiles in the meantime, was gone. He
was completely in his own head. Stunned. Tasting Scott’s cum had been better
than he had ever dreamed. It was bitter, but he liked that. It was thick, but
he liked that. It was Scott’s… but he liked that the most. It tasted somehow
like Scott. If Scott could have a flavor, this was it…Kinda like a salty, rich,
thick…something…He just couldn’t think of what it reminded him of, but whatever
it was Scott’s cum tasted better. That much Stiles knew.
As Scott’s cock finished dribbling out his cum and started deflating, Stiles
kept the head of it in his mouth. He even started flicking his tongue against
the piss slit and a gentle suction, trying to get every last drop out of Scott.
Scott meanwhile took Stiles by the face, trying to stop him or soften his
suction or something.
"Fuck, Stiles! This is all I have left." He said as he pushed out one more glob
of cum of his cock and into Stiles’ waiting mouth.
With this last spurt in his mouth Stiles took his mouth off Scott and sat up on
his knees. He had swallowed all the cum Scott had given him and was now trying
to hold this last spurt for longer. To really taste it. 
Scott, however, had other ideas. He strengthened his hold on Stiles’ face and
brought his lips to Stiles. But Stiles wasn’t sharing. Scott pecked and licked
at Stiles’ lips trying to kiss him, trying to share a moment, but Stiles was
being stubborn. He wasn’t pulling away, but he also refused to open his
mouth.  
"Damn it Stiles let me kiss you!"
"Mmmmm-mmmmm." Was Stiles’ response, a tad unintelligible, were it not for the
head shaking that went with it. But Scott was having none of it. He was: going
to kiss Stiles…full on the mouth… with tongue… if it’s the last… thing… I… do.
So using Stiles new found weakness, Scott kept one hand on Stiles’ face and
used the other to caress Stiles’ side. This got the reaction of Stiles
spasmming and groaning with his mouth open long enough for Scott to force his
way in. Now that Stiles was doing what he wanted, Scott took his free hands and
grabbed Stiles by the back of his head. Pulling them together in a sticky,
messy kiss. Swapping Scott’s cum between their two mouths.
Scott didn’t much care for the taste, the taste of himself, but he liked how
his kissing was affecting Stiles, who was moaning and groaning into Scott’s
mouth. Stiles pushed himself away to breathe and swallow what little remained
of Scott’s cum. 
   Stiles opened his eyes…when had I closed them? And he looked at Scott who
was looking back at him, with his goofy grin and a little bit of spit/cum on
his chin. Stiles reached up swiped the spit/cum with his thumb and proceeded to
suck the remnants off his thumb.
"Is it weird that I think you sucking your thumb is sexy?"
Stiles took a moment to savor the moment before he responded, "Nah, not at all.
Is it weird that I could literally eat your cum all day, everyday?"
"Not at all." Scott beamed as he replied, "In fact you read my mind. You
totally, literally read my mind."
 
                                        
That night Stiles got two more mouthfuls of Scott’s cum. Stiles had even
persuaded Scott to lick his cock in return, though Scott wasn’t as excited
about giving as much as he was about receiving. When Stiles had cum one last
time, they looked at Stiles’ alarm clock to see that it was only 9:00pm.
"Well, what are we gonna do now? It’s still early." Stiles posited. "Do you
need to call home? Tell your mom where you are?"
"No, she’s working the overnight shift, people go crazy on Halloween. Besides I
told her I might stay the night with you when we were done trick-or-treating…"
"Hey, its only 9, there’s probably still good trick-or-treating to be had? Do
you wanna go?" (Sub-textually, asking if he was forgiven. Crafty, crafty
Stiles.)
"Yeah, sure, why not?" So the two boys got up and started putting on their
Halloween costumes: Stiles as Batman and Scott as Robin. Stiles couldn’t help
but give Scott a good looking-over once he was all done-up. He was right: Scott
looks HOTin those green shorty-shorts.
Scott caught on to Stiles looking him over. "What?"
"Nothing, I just...its just…you look really…(he almost couldn’t say it)…hot…in
those shorts." Stiles said as he blushed profusely.
"You like them don’t you?" Scott teased as he squeezed/grabbed his cock inside
the shorts, which caused Stiles to stare at his newfound favorite snack
machine, mouth agape.
"Yeah I know you do. And I really love that mouth of yours… Batman." Scott took
his finger and traced a circle around Stiles’ lips, before bolting from the
room. "Come on!! Hurry up!!" He called down the hall. "We’re gonna miss all the
good candy!!"
Still as a statue, Stiles took in a deep breath and began making his way out
the room too. All he could think to himself was, No Robin actually I think
you’ve already got the best candy in the world! And he couldn’t help adding,
And its all for me!!!  
 
 
Following this, the two boys continued to experiment with new things and
different ways of doing things. Not two weeks after this, Stiles was able to
take all of Scott into his mouth and give Scott the best head he ever had. (Not
that he had had much up to this point, but it’s the sentiment that counts.)
Scott discovered that he: really, really, really likes(seeing Stiles)on his
knees in front of me…with my cock in his mouth… Scott’s favorite thing was when
after Stiles had taken his cock to the base, Stiles would always pause a moment
and look up at Scott. That moment always made Scott cum hard. It wasn’t just
that Stiles had my cock in his mouth, but Scott liked the whole picture. He
liked to see Stiles hollow out his cheeks and stretch his mouth as wide as he
could in order take all of Scott. He liked the warmth of Stiles’ mouth, not to
mention the suction. How is he soooo good at that? Scott always wondered. Scott
liked seeing Stiles’ lips stretched and puffy. But most of all he liked when
Stiles would look up at him while he was doing all this. There was always a
look they shared, and whatever it meant, Scott liked that the best.  
By Thanksgiving, Scott, who had been a tad more skittish about the whole
blowjob thing, was actually able to take all of Stiles in his mouth and give
him a pretty passable blowjob. So the pair moved-on to trying 69ing on
Thanksgiving night, to their utter enjoyment. Stiles couldn’t hardly keep his
hands, or his mouth, off Scott from then on, and Scott was the same way. These
two gave head not only in their homes, but on their lawns, and in school.
Then when Stiles got his license and his dad gave him an early Christmas
present of a used jeep, the two took their blowing on the road. They did it in
parking lots, in parks, in restaurants, in bathrooms, in other peoples’ houses,
in the woods, in the jeep, everywhere, anywhere. They found out that Scott got
really, especially excited by the possibility of being caught in the act.
During the Christmas season they experimented with nipple play, which Stiles
enjoyed enthusiastically. Almost nothing made Stiles lose it faster and more
powerfully than having his nipples played with, and Scott took full advantage.
Come Christmas Eve the two had experimented with dry humping and frottage, both
of which Scott loved. (Scott really liked thrusting. Cough*cough*. Who said
that?)
Following their winter break the two decided to explore even more, and started
making the preparations to experiment with ass play and ultimately anal sex. By
Valentine’s Day they were pretty familiar with each other’s fingers and Stiles
had even convinced Scott to use his tongue a few times. And when Stiles
reciprocated on Scott, Scott didn’t need any more compelling.
For Valentine’s Day itself, the two decided it was time to take their playing
to the next level: full-on anal sex. Scott bought the condoms and more of
Stiles’ favorite lube. Stiles bought the enemas and the plastic bed cover. (He
likes his sheets…But all this is another story... Stay tuned to hear more about
the awesome adventures of Beacon Hills’ own Batman and Robin!!!!!!)     
 
End of Part Two
***** The St. Valentine's Day Eve Massacre *****
Chapter Summary
     Just some pre-Valentine's Day (obligatory) jitters, neurosis, and
     panic before the big sex scene.
                       What_A_Sticky_Twosome_They_Make,
                                  Part_Three:
                                        
                     The St. Valentine's Day Eve Massacre
 
So last we saw our heroes, Scott and Stiles were preparing for what they
facetiously called their "grand experiment". In the days leading up to St.
Valentine's the boys ceased their usual daily routine of getting each other off
in order to save everything for the big day. It was a tall, hard order they had
gotten so used to touching each other, kissing each other, licking, biting,
sucking, blowing, etc…that to not do so for the four days proceeding was like
asking Stiles to not be sarcastic or Scott to not be asthmatic. Difficult or
impossible, depending on whom you asked.
There were a few close calls. Most of them occurred after gym class when they
would see each other naked while dressing down, or after school when they would
usually go to one of their houses and get it on. By the fourth day they were so
irritated at not touching that they fought and argued all day. At lunch they
sat and fumed at each other, neither of them talking. Stiles was the one that
was actually angry, while Scott was mostly confused about why they were
fighting in the first place. After all this arrangement was supposed to make
Valentine's more special or something like that, Scott pondered. But now Stiles
is all angry. Why? I'm just doing what he said… 
It had started when Scott refused to hold Stiles' hand, or hug him, or kiss
him, or touch him in any way, shape, or form. Stiles liked to be touched, it
was one of his kinks. He needed to be touched. He needed Scott to do the
touching. He tried to make Scott aware of this, but as usual Scott was so very
literal.
"When we made this stupid agreement, you said no touching!" Scott reiterated
for the bazillionth time. "No touching means: NO touching. Why are you getting
so upset?! It was your idea?!!"
The two guys were sitting on Scott's couch with the middle cushion between them
having this argument, the same one they'd been having all day at school. But at
home they didn’t have to pass notes or texts to each other. At home they didn’t
have to keep their voices on mute and they didn’t. 
"I KNOW SCOTT!! Dammit!! I know it was my idea!! You don’t have to keep saying
that!!" Stiles yelled back, totally unmuted.
"Then what is it?! What's wrong?! Why are we fighting?!" Scott screamed back,
still confused. Scott wasn’t used to yelling, especially not at Stiles. Every
once in awhile he's had to raise his voice to be heard over Stiles' babbling or
bitching, but never full on yelling. Never. It reminded him too much of his mom
and dad, and their screaming matches. So, Scott tried to calm down and breathe
and figure out what it was that started this whole awful day/argument that
refused to end.
Stiles just sat on his cushion silently fuming, which in a lot of ways was
worse than the screaming. At least in Scott's mind. Silence and Stiles do not
go together. Fix this Scott…fix it…what do I do?…what did I do…? Yelling really
slowed down Scott's processing speed. Knowing that what he was about to say
would more than likely lead to even more yelling Scott had to ask, "What's
wrong Stiles? What did I do? Just tell me, please."
Stiles for his part didn’t much care for the yelling and screaming and
fighting. He hated fighting with Scott, and they so rarely did. In the few
times they had fought it was usually over something stupid like"Who ate the
last curly fry?!" or "GOD! You got it in my eye!!!" But since they had been
fooling around incessantly, (literally everyday: two, three, four, five times a
day) they really didn’t have any fights. Scott is so laid-back and Stiles is so
forgiving. Why is this time any different?! Why can't I let this go? Stiles
wondered to himself, as he had all day. Why has not getting touched gotten to
me so much…and so quickly…? Why do I feel this way…? There and then Stiles had
an epiphany. Even before the whole sex/experimentation-with-Scott-thing, the
two had always been rather handsy. Hugs and handshakes. Grabbing shoulders,
punching arms, fist-pounding. Once the whole experimentation thing took off
there was even more hands-on stuff going on. Stiles just realized how much of
his life was filled with Scott touching him.
Mostly playfully, sometimes sexually, but the touching meant something to
Stiles. It meant he was loved. It meant Scott cared and was there, that He will
always be there and never leave. (Click*click*, breakthrough) That was when he
had his epiphany. Being touched proved that Scott was real, and was there in
his life, and that Stiles wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating or just plain crazy.
Abandonment issues 101. Duh, Stiles…Stiles had avoided dealing with or even
thinking about his mother's death and his supposed hand in it. "It was an
accident," everyone had always told him. "It could’ve happened to anyone…"  
Stiles heard this and for a long time refused to accept it. He's had panic
attacks for years as a way of subconsciously punishing himself. Though
nowadays, especially since he and Scott started hooking-up, the panic attacks
had decreased in number and severity. But just this morning Stiles woke up in
the middle of a doozy of a panic attack. The kind of panic attack that calls
for: "All-hands-on-deck!!"
He couldn’t breathe. He felt like his skin was crawling. He felt like every
breath instead of helping him calm down just added to the constrictive,
electrified frantic feeling in his body. Making it harder and harder for him to
breath or think or to do anything. Needless to say, after that awful wake up
call, Stiles had been in a sour mood. Agitated by the fact that all he wanted
was to kiss and blow and lick and otherwise taste Scott. To touch Scott.
But of course it would be far to embarrassing for Stiles to admit all this or
any of this to Scott. So in answering Scott's question all Stiles did was
shrug. Which he supposed had to stand in for: sorry-I-had-a-panic-attack-and-
took-it-out-on-you-and-yelled-even-though-I-know-you-hate-yelling-and-made-you-
feel-like-you'd-done-something-wrong-when-you-hadn't-and-you-were-just-
following-the-rules-the-rules-I-made-up-and…and-everything. That’s a lot for a
shrug to say. And Scott being Scott, he didn’t pick up on any of that. How
could he? He's no Kresken. Even Miss Cleo gets a crystal ball. Scott remarked
to himself. They sat there on the couch not saying anything. Nothing resolved.
They just sat and stewed. Scott wanted to speak up, but: What should I say?...
Sorry? I haven’t done anything. I don’t think… 
They sat in silence and stillness for what seemed like an eternity to Stiles,
though in reality it was probably only a few minutes. Like Scott said silence
and especially stillness was not in Stiles' wheelhouse. His repertoire included
lots of talk and lots of fidgetiness and motion. Stiles' leg began bouncing up
and down, and he couldn’t stop it. He crossed his arms across his chest and
tried to steel himself, to contain himself. But that had never been and would
never be his strong suit. In just moments the need to move, to get up, or
fidget, or something Anything!! was getting to Stiles. He pressed his fingers
into his arms, sure that he was leaving nail marks all over. He clenched his
jaw and started fidgeting in his seat.
Scott could feel Stiles' anxious energy, it made his stomach tie up in knots,
just like his parent's yelling used to. He knew he should say something, do
something to try and calm Stiles down. Put his mind on something. Anything…GOD!
Think Scott…Think!!
The only things Scott could think of were touchy-feely things like kissing
Stiles or caressing Stiles or nibbling on Stiles. Things that are forbidden
until tomorrow… What should I do…?
But before Scott could come up with an acceptable thing-to-do, Stiles was
crawling out of his skin. He was shaking he was so riled up. Unable to endure
another second of this feeling, Stiles humphed, grabbed his backpack, which was
at his feet, got up, and headed for the door.
Scott jumped up too still unsure. But then instinct took over. Scott reached
out his arm and grabbed Stiles by his. That touch sent shivers through Stiles'
body and made his dick twitch in his pants. Fuck! Stiles thoughtNow, Im half-
hard and I can't touch!!! ARGH!!!!
Stiles looked up at Scott and almost lost all control. He almost screamed and
cried and laughed and died all in that moment. But he held back everything,
squeezed his eyes shut hard, and wrenched his arm away. He practically ran to
the door, nut then he paused a moment and called, "I'll see you tomorrow,
Scott!" Before whispering more gently with one foot out the door, "Like we
planned?"
Scott took no time in answering with a nod in the affirmative. With that,
Stiles went out the door kinda slamming it, though not too hard, got in his
jeep, and drove home. Speeding. Dad would be furious!!He thought and then
laughed at himself for having the thought in the first place. It helped break
up some of his tension, and he realized come tomorrow he would apologize to
Scott and they would go on with their big plans. Like nothing had happened.
Stiles smirked. Like nothing had happened.
                                       *
However, like in all situations like these something had happened. How could it
not? Scott stood in his living room, unsure and somehow even more confused.
Stiles was usually the voice of reason …or at least ideas. But tonight Scott
had had his own epiphany: there are some things that even Stiles can't say. And
somehow that made Scott feel a little better about this whole thing. He may be
more talkative than me, but in a way we're the same…kinda, sorta…damaged.
Prob'ly why we get along so well. We'll put up with each other's messed-upness.
And that’s what Scott decided to do. He'd put up with almost anything from
Stiles, anything. The babbling, the touchy-feely-ness, the anxiety, the sarcasm
(sometimes hurtful) …whatever…it doesn’t matter.Scott decided then and there
that they were meant to find each other, that day back in the 5th grade. They
were meant to be there for each other in whatever ways necessary.
Suddenly, Scott felt a lot lighter, almost buoyant. Freed up from his own
anxiety and worry. We're gonna be just fine. Scott grinned to himself. Just
fine…    
     
                               End of Part Three
***** Attack Of The Enema Bags! *****
Chapter Summary
     In this slightly porny bit, Stiles discovers a new kink, and Scott
     helps him with it.
     The following chapter will be the momentous occasion: Stile's
     deflowering.
                       What_A_Sticky_Twosome_They_Make,
                                  Part_Four:
                                        
                           Attack Of The Enema Bags!
 
The following day, Valentine's, was the big day. Stiles had gone to sleep still
slightly anxious but had woken up excited and ready to go. How am I gonna get
through a whole day of school without jumping his (Scott's)bones? Or
boners…Stiles giggled to himself. He had woken up a little earlier than normal,
while his dad was still home, so that he could set up his bed and bath in
preparation for the "grand experiment", which is what he called it. In his head
at least. Tonight will be my official deflowering…Another slightly suppressed
giggle sprung from Stiles' mouth at the thought.Ooooooooh, I'm excited…and
nervous…but mostly excited….or mostly nervous…Back and forth. Back and forth.
Stiles couldn’t quite decide which he felt more, so he finished covering his
bed in a plastic sheet specially bought for the "main event" and waited till
his dad left to place the enema bags in the bathroom on the counter next to the
toilet.
Stiles was a little freaked out about the whole idea of cleaning myself…down
there…that way… The only things he'd had up inside him were his fingers,
Scott's fingers, and occasionally Scott's tongue if he got Scott horned up
enough. But that was it. He'd never had any liquid up in there. And he wondered
how it would feel. Would it be like pissing in reverse?...Or worse…would it be
like diarrhea in reverse…EWWWWW.Stiles grossed himself out with his own
thoughts, gagged a little, and decided to leave the speculating alone for good.
Or at least till after lunch.
With all his preparations done, Stiles wolfed down (hee-hee I couldn’t resist)
his pop-tart breakfast, grabbed his backpack and keys, left his house, and
drove to school. He practically sped there. He was surprised at how excited he
was getting and it's gonna be hours before we"do the deed". Stiles was half-
hard just thinking about it. How am I gonna get through school? Then another
thought occurred to him: How am I gonna get through gym…? Seeing Scott naked…
I'm totally gonna bone up…fuck! That'll be embarrassing…oh, fuckity-fuckity-
fuck-fuck…Stiles cursed to himself as he sat behind the wheel of his jeep
sporting wood, ramrod straight. How am I gonna get through today…? With a hard-
on?! Fuck! He said as he tried to adjust himself while steering his way into
the school's parking lot. Maybe I should try and avoid thinking about tonight
at all…in any way…and maybe I should try to avoid Scott too…sexy, brown
Scott…my sexy, brown Scott…FUCK! I'm hard and I'm not even in the building yet!
Today is gonna be a long ass day.He whined to himself. But maybe tonight will
be just as long-assed? Huh…wordplay…Yep, I'm recovered…
                                       *
Scott's morning, much like Scott himself was, had been relatively laidback and
normal. He got up and had a quick bite with his mom who promptly asked, "Hey,
Scott… do you have any…special Valentine's Day plans?"
Scott paused a moment while chewing his Coco Puffs. What am I gonna tell
her?...
                                       *
You see Scott had thought that it would be cute if he got Stiles a little
present to go along with the "grand experiment". But seeing as how he didn’t
really have any money on him I really need a job, he had thought to himself at
the time, he had to ask his mom for some cash. Their conversation went
something like this:
"Hey Mom, I was wondering if I could borrow some cash?"
Momma McCall looked up from her bedtime tea and romance novel, startled. "What
for?"
Scott trying to act all nonchalant while lying through his teeth said, "Well
there's this girl…in my…English class…"
"Oh." Momma McCall said struck by her son's request and answer. I've never
heard Scott mention anybody special in his life nor had she noticed anything
different about her son's behavior that might’ve suggested the possibility of
someone special being around. So she decided to press on. "What's her name?"
"Uhhh, Kora…Kora Garcia…she sits beside me in class …she's…beautiful…and
smart…and funny. And I just thought I would get her something…cause you
know…Valentine's and all."
Momma McCall took a sip of her tea before pressing on. "And are you
two…together? Or…"
"Or…" Scott parroted back.
"Or…seeing…each other…or…whatever it is you kids call it nowadays."
"Do you mean hooking up?" Scott tentatively asked feeling like this
conversation was headed in a very awkward direction.
"I guess so…" Momma McCall shrugged, waited a bit, took another sip of her tea,
and asked, "So are you?"
"Am I what?" Scott reiterated pulling his best stoner face.
A tad exasperated, at herself really for having to ask all these questions
instead of somehow just knowing them or somehow reading Scott's mind, and
feeling ridiculously awkward all at the same time, Momma McCall repeated
herself, "Are you…together? Are you seeing this girl?"
"I do in class." Scott answered in his usual Scott-like way.
Momma McCall rolled her eyes and looked into her tea, trying really hard not to
feel kinda annoyed with her son. Her wonderful…loving…good-natured…schmuck of a
son! "No Scott, that’s not what I meant." She took a breath for continuing,
positive that either way she didn’t want to hear his answer, "Are you… hooking
up…with this girl?"
"What?!" Scott asked (somehow) dumb-founded by his mother's (totally reasonable
and contextually understandable) question. "Mom what are you talking about?"
Momma McCall wished she could bite her tongue and just give up talking to her
son altogether, But no, this hasn’t been embarrassing or awkward enough
yet…"Scott, what are you talking about? You come in here asking for money, so
you can buy some girl, who you’ve never mentioned before, some present on St.
Valentines Day…I just…I…What am I supposed to think?!"
"Mom! Can I have the money or not?!" Scott whined using his best whiny-teenager
voice. "Please, please, please, please…"
Momma McCall was flabbergasted and exhausted. She had worked two, 8-hour shifts
back to back and now her son was giving her the run-around. She knew it, he
knew it, they both knew it. But Momma McCall was tired and sore and fatigued
(and did I mention…) exhausted. So instead of pushing for more information and
prolonging this awkward and exasperating conversation she merely said, "Ok, ok,
ok…there's a twenty in my purse downstairs."
Scott whooped his thanks as he left his mom's room and practically bounced down
the stairs to find her purse. She called down after him, "Just a twenty Scott!
I'm not made of money you know!"
Scott hollered back, "Ok!...Hey mom! Where's your purse?!..."
                                       *
And now a few days later, here the two were again at the beginning of what was
sure to be another awkward conversation. All their conversations seemed to be
awkward. At least to Scott. And his mom thought so too not that she, or he
would admit it out loud, to the other. So as he chewed on and eventually
swallowed his Coco Puffs slowly, methodically, theatrically, Scott came up with
an answer: "Well I wouldn’t call them special, but me and Stiles plan to hang
out tonight. Why?"
Momma McCall sat there at the table confused, but she collected herself and
kept going, "Well…the other night you came into my room asking for money to buy
some imaginary girl in your English class a Valentine's Day gift and I was
wondering what ever came of that?"
"That what?"
Momma McCall was too tired for this. So she decided to just nip this
conversation in the bud. "Nothing. Never mind. Uh, I'm gonna be working another
double, so I'll have a break about the time you get out of school, so if you
need anything call me then. Ok?"
"Ok." Scott mumbled as he inhaled the rest of his Puffs relieved he and his mom
weren’t gonna have another mind-numbing, bone-crushingly awkward conversation.
"I'll probably stay the night at Stiles' if that’s ok?" Scott proffered after
chugging the remaining milk in his bowl.
"Are you sure he doesn’t have plans with someone special…" Before Momma McCall
could finish Scott was giving her a look of really-mom-seriously-as-if-what-
world-do-you-live-in-again-come-back-to-reality-please-look, and she realized
what she was saying and stopped mid-sentence. "Never mind. My mistake. You two
have fun, with whatever it is your doing. Ok? I love you." She said as she
kissed his forehead and rushed out the door.
He called after her, "Love you too! And don’t worry were gonna have lots of fun
tonight." Scott snickered and himself silently as he plopped his bowl in the
sink, grabbed his stuff, left the house, grabbed his bike, and headed off
school.  
                                       *
School for both Scott and Stiles was an ordeal. Still skittish from their fight
yesterday (their first real one as friends?lovers? whatever they were) they
were awkward with each other at first. They mumbled their hellos in first
period barely looking at each other. They walked together to second period in a
keep-your-distance-and-I'll-keep-mine, all-pent-up kinda way talking about the
weather of all things. The weather that hadn’t changed in days:
"The highs are in the low 80's, lows in the mid 40's; chance of rain: 15%;
partly cloudy in the morning, sunny in the afternoon; humidity at..." Scott
gave Stiles a quick, timid peck on the cheek stopping Stiles from relaying the
entire weeks weather forecast down to the allergy level alert per day. So in
second period when Stiles sat behind Scott he took out his phone and sent the
following message:
 
[To: Scotty]
         Hey.
(A true masterpiece of communication this one.)
 
[To: G-Man]
         What?  
 
[To: Scotty]
         We still on for 2night?
 
[To: G-Man]
          Yeah…Im game if u r.
                  (Stiles did a little happy dance when he got this one.)
 
 [To: Scotty]
        Im game.
        Sry abt ystrdy. Idk what got into me.
 
 [To: G-Man]
         Not me, right? ;)
                  (Stiles snorted at that one. Rather loudly, drawing
everyone's attention for a moment.)
 
 [To: Scotty]
          Right. So, 4given?
 
  [To: G-Man]
           5given.
                 
Stiles smiled big when he got that one. Partly because he thought it was cute,
but mostly because he had been a butt monkey the other day and had really
wanted Scott to forgive him.
The rest of their second period class went on uninterrupted. When they left for
third period one of the two classes they didn’t have together, they shared a
quick hug as they went their separate ways. Their third and fourth periods were
uneventful and so was lunch. Everything had been smoothed over and the boys
were kinda subdued in a way. Storing up their energies. Tonight was gonna be a
long night, they both realized independently. Best not to waste too much
thought and feeling while just at school. Best save it for later.
                                       *
By the time the final bell rang Stiles was antsy. Not because he was nervous or
anxious, but because he was excited. Really excited.So when the bell rang he
jumped out of his seat, went to his locker, grabbed the stuff he needed for
homework, ran to his car, and headed straight for home. He needed to get ready
while Scott had some business to take care-of with the school nurse.
Scott wanted to be an athlete, but seeing as how he's asthmatic the dream had
never really seemed to pan out. This year he had decided he was gonna try out
for the lacrosse team. A step in the right direction, he thought. I can train
this summer, then go to try-outs, and make a spot on the team. All of which was
contingent upon his getting the school nurse to sign-off on this whole endeavor
of course.
And she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea, but after Scott pleaded for a
good 15 minutes, she finally relented with the reservation that if his symptoms
got triggered or if they worsened he was going to be benched and then knocked-
off the team come the end of the semester. Terms that Scott wasn’t thrilled
about but ones he was willing to agree to in the chance for his sports dreams
to come true.
                                       *
Stiles got home in two shakes of a lambs tail (i.e. fast; really, really fast.)
He was shaky and felt like he couldn’t breath but it wasn’t out of anxiety or
fear. Its almost pleasant, he thought. Pleasantly out of breathe and
shaky…never thought I'd live to see this.
Stiles opened his door, walked into his house, dropped his stuff, and made his
way hurriedly to the bathroom. He kicked off his shoes on-route and threw off
his hoodie moments later.
Stiles basically crashed his way into the bathroom disrobing until he stood for
a second in his underwear: Scott's 'lucky' jock. Though he's never actually
worn it in an actual sporting event. Regardless, Stiles took a moment to ogle
his body in the mirror, something he never really did. He liked how the white
jock framed his ass, my virgin-ish ass. And he thought, Well maybe I'll try out
for the lacrosse team too… just to be able to see Scott in his jock everyday.
Stiles' dick twitched in response to the thought of seeing Scott nearly naked
everyday in a public space. That settles it! I'm going in. I could be an
athlete… Stiles tried flexing and posing in his most athletic ways, before
laughing at himself: Who am I kidding? I'll probably just end up sitting on the
bench and never play. But he was firmly interested in making the attempt. The
public humiliation of the try-outs would be worth it even if I don’t play on
the field.Besides, his father had always wanted his son to play in some kind of
a sport: "Any sport, Stiles. Just try any sport and I'll support you. I'll help
you train and/or I'll buy you the equipment, whatever. Just pick a sport. You
gotta get out of this house more."
At the time, Stiles took that last comment roughly. So my dad doesn’t want me
hanging out at home…Pity party for one! Please…Stiles always had been a touch
dramatic. Stiles almost jumped when his phone beeped seemingly loudly in the
otherwise silent house. It was a text from Scott.
 
[To: G-Man]
Done w/ nurse. I can try out! On my way. C u soon!    
 
Stiles smiled at his phone like the text was the most adorable thing he'd ever
seen, but then it hit him Shit! I haven’t even started getting…ready yet.He
glanced at the enema bags just lying on the counter. He'd read and thrown away
the instructions, and the box, secretively just in case my dad should happen to
take out the trash one day find the box, and the used bags, and the
instructions, and piece together what had been going on in his house, and then
kill me and Scott…cause he would know it was Scott…Yeah, he'd know.
So Stiles filled up the bags with warm water like the instructions had said,
and he sat on the toilet with the first bag in his hand, just waiting, having
last minute jitters. Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this? I don’t know if I'm
ready…Not ready? Its now or never Stiles! He really wished he hadn’t thought
that last one. Even though he had been fooling around with Scott for literally
years, he always had this sinking feeling, this dread, that he would somehow
bungle everything, Scott would leave, and Stiles would die a virgin.
Time to become a man, Stiles! He thought to himself as a pep-talk. Time to
become a man. And he put the nozzle of the bag in his ass, it was smaller and
thinner than his fingers, so it just slipped right in. And a moment or two
later, Stiles squeezed the bag ever so gently for the first time, butOH MY
FUCKING GOD not the last time…definitely not the last time! Stiles sat a second
reeling internally at the sensation of something up in him and then squeezed
the bag for all he was worth. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh He just kept thinking over
and over, taking in the sensation, the odd yet oddly satisfying sensation of
being filled. Full, being full. I knew it feels good eating, I never even
thought to think it would be/feel this good going up…
Stiles sat on that toilet seat, nozzle still inserted, bag all but empty, and
just held it. He held everything still. He didn’t move, didn’t fidget. He felt
whole. Like I've just discovered the miracle of life…Oh sweet mystery of life
at last I found you…He was singing in his head so loudly he didn’t hear Scott
enter his house, but he certainly noticed when Scott stood at the bathroom door
transfixed, puzzled. Probably confused by the sight of his best friend holding
an empty bag in his ass, and whimpering.
Honest to God whimpering…Stiles is whimpering. I will never let him live this
down…Scott thought to himself gleam in his eye.
"Hey there…"Stiles said as innocently and nonchalantly as he could. "Old buddy,
old pal. How's it hangin'?" Scott snickered at the question, but answered,
"Fine. And how you doin', bestie?"
"I'm doing jus fine. Right as rain. Floatin' on air…" Stiles prattled on with
numerous, endless euphemisms for feeling good, but Scott tuned him out and
instead noticed two things: One, Stiles is sporting wood.Not all that uncommon.
And two…he's rubbing his tummy. Like he's petting himself...He's rubbing his
belly totally absentmindedly…like how pregnant women rub their bellies in the
international sign for: I'm-pregnant-and-I'm-oh-so…so…Scott couldn’t think of
the word, but he knew it sounded kinda like cement, but the word wasn’t coming
to him. But as he looked at Stiles another word came to him.Weird. Scott
thought quietly to himself too afraid to even think at a regular volume in case
Stiles might overhear with his nonexistent telepathy. This is kinda
weird…Really weird…but if he likes it. Scott gave an internal shrug and gave an
outward sigh. "So is there anything I can do to help?"
"Yeah, you can clear out of the bathroom, cause the show starts in the next ten
minutes and I don’t think you wanna be around for that."
"Ok, so what should I do in the meantime?"
"Why don’t you go to my room and get everything ready and get yourself warmed
up? Big game today, big guy!"
Scott grinned his goofy grin, smiling wide "I know its awesome huh?! I get to
try out and that means I'm as good as on the team."
"Yeah, " Stiles added, "And I'll help you train this summer. Maybe try out for
myself." Scott gave Stiles his best oh-seriously-wow-mom-really-you-think-so-
YOU?-lookwhich Stiles didn’t need help understanding, I taught him that look,
the bastard…
"Shut up, Scott!"
"I didn’t say anything."
"You didn’t have to. Your face said it all. Now get out and close the door
behind you cause this shits going down soon."
"Ewww, Stiles don’t be gross. And don’t make puns about you know, what
you're…about to do. That’s just wrong."
"Go away Scott! Clear out of here! I'm warning you! I had corn for lunch!"
Scott scrunched up his face in disgust. "God dammit Stiles! Thanks for the
visual. Now scoot over I need to vomit." When Scott took an exaggerated step
into the room, Stiles nearly fell off the toilet.
"Fuck Scott I'm serious! You need to go like now!!"
"What? And miss the show?! Nah, I've got good seats. Ringside."
So Scott stood there in bathroom, while Stiles removed the nozzle from his ass,
sat there stewing on the toilet throwing rude remarks at Scott trying to get
him to leave, when suddenly Stiles needed to shit like he never had to before
in his life and he couldn’t stop it. He had no control over his own bowels
anymore. He just let everything go, let everything out. To the utter horror and
simultaneous amusement of Scott, who proceeded to flee the tiny bathroom. "Told
ya Scott!" Stiles yelled after him. "Told you I had corn!"
"SHUT UP DUDE! Or I'll never get hard again, man!!" Scott yelled back.  Stiles
smiled smugly then twinged as he tried to clench, to hold back the floodgates.
Poor choice of words Stiles! Poor choice of words. But after a few attempts he
once again regained control. He pushed everything left, out of him, wiped, and
flushed. Then he grabbed the next bag, "Ok Scott, I'm movin' on to Bag Two!!"
Scott was all of a sudden in the bathroom again, panting a little from the
sudden run. "Hey wait a second."
"Dude, what?"
"Let me help you with that. Please?" Scott pulled his puppy dog eyes thing at
Stiles, which of course made him give in immediately. "Ok." He said as he
passed Scott the bag. "But don’t mess this up! Or you wont get to fuck me! Huh?
How bout them apples?!" Scott threw Stiles his patented SHUT-UP-STILES!-look,
took the bag and took a step towards Stiles, but then stopped a second and
turned towards the sink. Before he thought too much about what he was doing
Scott unscrewed the nozzle and started filling the bag up with even more warm
water. "Hey, dude whatcha doin'? I already filled…"
"Stiles trust me. I know what I'm doing."
"Oh that’s comforting." Stiles remarked as Scott turned off the water, screwed
the lid shut on the bag and slowly walked towards Stiles. He crouched down on
his knees and held the bag with both hands, and took a moment to consider.
Consider: do I really wanna do this? See all that…shit…come out?No he didn’t
really wanna see that again. But I do wanna see Stiles content again. That’s
the word…content! Duh! Stupid. Sounds like cement…God…He chuckled to himself.
"What? What's so funny?"
"Nothing babe. Just thinking of a joke from earlier. Now hold still I wanna
make sure I get it in the right hole."
"Ha-ha very funny Scott. Right hole." He mocked, feigning Scott's voice. "Right
hole, hee-hee, look at me: I'm Scott and I'm sooo funn…ugghh." Scott had put
the nozzle in and squirted the entire bag in one squeeze up into Stiles.
Stiles shuddered, "Dude a little warning next time! Huh!? Before you squirt the
entire Pacific Ocean into me!! Yeah, Scott? Ok?!"
"Ok Stiles, whatever you say." Scott soothed as he started rubbing Stiles'
belly with one of his hands. "Whatever you say." He took one of Stiles' hands,
handed him the bag, and told him, "Here, hold this."
Stiles who was now happily content, almost dreamy-eyed asked, "Why?"
"So I can do this." Scott replied as he not only rubbed Stiles' tummy, but also
started rubbing and jerking Stiles' semi-hard dick too. Stiles squirmed under
Scott's hands, flailing, nearly falling off the toilet again. "Dude! How did
you…did you…DUDE!" Stiles keened, as Scott had started to lick and nibble at
his cockhead causing Stiles to clench up tighter in response, which only made
his feeling of fullness that much BETTER. A lightbulb went off in Stiles head.
"Dude, Scott I think…I think we just found me a new kink."
"No shit Sherlock!" Scott spurred. "Why do you think I asked to help you the
second time around?" Scott stared up at Stiles for a moment, who looked down on
Scott dumbfounded. The look of shock Stiles had at Scott's skills of perception
passed away as Scott still looking into Stiles' eyes, went back to his
ministrations. He kept rubbing Stiles' belly, kept jerking and nibbling Stiles'
cock until Stiles unloaded all over Scott's face and hand. In the throes of
orgasm Stiles de-nozzled himself and bucked wildly into Scott's hand. He had
maybe never cum so hard in his life. Not even my first time with Scott was like
this. Oooohhhhh! Gggggoddd! Soooooo Gggggooooodddd! FFFUUUCCCKK! 
Once Stiles stopped bucking and spewing his load all over Scott, Scott leaned
back on his knees, took his clean hand to wipe the cum from his eye area and
used his cum covered hand to keep petting Stiles. Which made Stiles' leg
twitch, his body shudder, and made him moan in his throat.
Scott then used both his cum-covered hands to pet Stiles' belly as he leaned up
to kiss his Stiles. Stiles full of gratitude grabbed at Scott's full head of
hair and pulled him in hard for a kiss, covering his face in his own cum too.
After a few moments Stiles pulled Scott's face back and started licking up the
cum that still clung to Scott. Scott hmmmed in his throat. "I guess were gonna
have to do this more often, huh? "
Stiles paused in his licking to say, "Only if you want me to die from explosive
orgasms. I don’t think I've ever cum that hard before in my entire life."
"Yeah…so…Stiles…now that you’ve…had your fun with my expert help of course…do
you think…is it my turn now?"
"Yeah, Scott its your turn now. I just have to…you know… release…so…" Stiles
nodded towards the door.
"Oh yeah, sure sorry." Scott said as he followed Stiles' nod with his eyes and
processed what he'd meant. Scott backed away from Stiles, took his hands away
which were then immediately replaced with Stiles' own, wiped them and his face
on a towel hanging on the shower rod, and quickly made his exit. "Don’t take
too long, Stiles. I'm all warmed up and ready to go!" He called out as he
closed the door behind him.
Stiles nodded his assent and continued to rub his full belly. "I'll be right
there." He sighed. No matter how uncomfortable or painful the rest of his night
was going to be Stiles was beaming, glowing. He felt soo right being soo full
and he was annoyed when the familiar tug of Nature's call pulled him out of his
reverie. Next time we do this we do it before I lunch…before I gorge myself on
food.  I wanna hold this feeling longer. MUCH longer…Maybe there's something we
can do about that… Stiles kept on planning for the next time as he unleashed
another bowel cleanse.
After wiping and flushing, Stiles took the last enema bag and added a little
more warm water. Not as much as Scott had added, but just a little more. He put
the nozzle up in his assand squeezed, slowly. Very slowly. Taking his time with
his newfound kink. "Just one last time and I'll be rarin' to go, Scott!!" He
yelled through the bathroom door.
Scott beamed. He'll never be done with this. Not really. He'll let me fuck him
everyday of his life, five, six times a day just so he could play with his new
best friends: the enema bags. What's he need me for? Scott stopped smiling as
his realization struck him, and rushed back into the bathroom, screaming as he
went: "No! Stiles! Wait!"
 
End of Part Four
***** Whose Turn Is It Anyways? *****
Chapter Summary
     In this epic chapter, we have Stiles' deflowering at the hands (and
     cock) of Scott. This one's really kinky: cum play, gagging/breath
     play, condom play, nipple play, fingering, frottage, bare-backing,
     why? Because one kink is never enough!
                       What_A_Sticky_Twosome_They_Make,
                                  Part_Five:
                                        
                           Whose Turn Is It Anyways?
                                        
After the two boys had given Stiles another earth-shattering orgasm, allowed
him to release, and seeing that there was no more poop to be found, they made
their way together to Stiles' room.
Once there they both sat on the bed, quiet all of a sudden. They each took big,
deep breaths and in and out. In and out. Scott broke the silence first for
once: "So it's my turn now, right? Its time for the eeeuh, eeeuh, eeeuh,
right?" Scott invoked the old bed-creaking innuendo. That is just like Scott,
Stiles thought. No matter how many times we fuck…Stiles' stomach fluttered at
the word… there will always be a part of him that is child-like. God I love
this guy! That’s when he remembered: today is Valentine's Day. Wow, with all
the cumming I did back there I guess I almost forgot.So it seemed appropriate
for Stiles to say, "Scott, I kinda love you."
"Wow, dude! For reals?"
"Five reals."
Scotts face crinkled up into Stiles' favorite smile: Scott's puppy-dog-goofy-
grin-you-wanna-play-youre-awesome-smile. (Quite a talkative smile.) Smiling
like a doofus, Scott responded back, "I love you kinda too." They both giggled
at each other and the slight awkwardness of actually expressing a real,
positive emotion. Then Scott had to go and dampen it, "So can we start now?"
Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott,God he's like a dog with a bone, but smiling at
him, he answered in his Southern-Belle, sarcastic tone "Why yes, Mr. Scotty we
can start now." So seeing as how Stiles was pretty much naked already, from his
enema bath, Scott began evening the playing field. He took off his hoodie,
stripped off his shirt and undershirt and then speedily started to unbuckle his
belt and pants, stumbling over himself to get it done quickly. Stiles just took
it all in and laughed in his head. He found it endearing, Scott's excitement.
He was thrilled that he could do this to Scott, I've gotten him all riled up.
God I'm sexy!!And with that Stiles actually laughed out loud.
But of course he did it at one of the most inopportune times: Scott had just
nearly fallen over by trying to get his pants off without first taking off his
shoes. "Hey, what's so funny?"
Stiles answered truthfully, "You, you dumbass. Here let me help you."
"I got it. I got it." Scott tried to bat Stiles' hands away from his pants and
shoes, but Stiles kept trying to help.
"Look, Scott you already gave me two mind-blowing orgasms in less than an hour,
hell less than thirty minutes. We can take our time. Go slow."
"Maybe you can, Stiles, but I still haven’t gotten off yet today. I'm still
waiting for my turn to come." They both laughed at Scotts little pun loudly.
And frankly more than his little inadvertent joke deserved.
Stiles decided it was time to turn up the sexiness. He pushed Scott onto his
back and began kissing his way down towards Scott's still boxer covered cock.
"Well then wait no more." Stiles moved to be between Scott's legs. He
languished kisses and nibbles here and there along Scott's chest, and abdomen.
And he tongued Scott's belly button, which tickled and aroused Scott. Seeing
Scott's dick twitch in his boxers, Stiles groped it through the fabric causing
the rising cock to throb and pulse. Stiles kept making out with Scott's navel
and groping him, waiting for him to get totally hard. Which didn’t take long at
all. It never does. Stiles always appreciated that fact.
When Scott's cock, still covered by his boxers reached full mast, Stiles
started sucking on Scott's cockhead and stroking his cock through the fabric.
Making Scott quiver and moan and reach out a hand to cup Stiles' head. He
wasn’t adding any pressure, just holding him, rubbing his scalp.
Stiles liked the sensation and started moaning as he stroked and sucked. Stiles
kept sucking until there was a nice big wet stain on Scott's boxers, a mix of
precum and spit, then he lifted his mouth off Scott and said "Phase two:
Robin!"
Scott chuckled and gave a fake salute to Stiles as he lifted his ass off the
bed so Stiles could pull off his boxers and finally get at his cock. Thick cock
to pretty mouth. Scott loved few things as much as seeing Stiles:on his knees,
his red lips stretched to take my thickness, red cheeks hollowed out as he
sucks, the way he looks up at me through his eyelashes like he knows how pretty
he looks swallowing my cock! Uuuugghhhh! Nothing compares! Nothing!This time as
Scott rubbed Stiles' head he did, on an occasional down-stroke, add a little
pressure, pushing Stiles' mouth a little bit further down Scott's cock each
time. Stiles didn’t need him to do this, he'd been able to take Scott to the
root for months now. But they both liked it when Scott made a play of control.
Even if it isn’t real.
Once Stiles took Scott to the base, he sat and held this thick cock in his
mouth, savoring it, tonguing the bottom of it, putting just enough pressure on
it to keep Scott feeling good. At the same time Scott would hold Stiles' head
with both hands, and push his cock that last millimeter in. So warm, so
wet…ummmmm. Feels so good round me… This time Scott added even more pressure on
Stiles' head, pushing his cock just a tad bit further in, enough to graze
Stiles' throat, causing Stiles to gag, pull off, and sputter.
"Woah." Stiles said as he righted his breathing. "What are you getting bigger
or something?" Jokingly.
Scott merely insinuated, "Maybe, maybe not." Scott took his cock in hand and
swished his cock back and forth, maybe, maybe not, maybe, maybe not…Stiles just
stared at the display, amused and aroused all in one. "But I do know one thing,
Stiles…Stiles! I'm up here Stiles." Scott said winking knowing full well that
Stiles doesn’t like to leave a job half done, especially a blowjob. He likes
the gooey candy surprise at the end. A lot! "Stiles! Focus. You wanna know what
I know?" There was a beat of silence as Stiles refused to play along for a
minute trying to maintain, trying to maintain. "Say yes, or Little Scott and I
are going home."
"Yeah Scott I wanna know. What?"
"You looked so hot, gagging on it! All flustered with a trail of your spit
still connecting you to me. I liked it!" Stiles blushed because he loves it
when Scott talks dirty. Scott's always so sweet and innocent its nice to hear
him talk dirty, makes him seem like a normal guy and not some kinda Disney
Prince Charming. More like Prince Doofus-Charming. My Prince Doofus-Charming…
Yeah that sounds better.
Stiles moved to put Scott back in his mouth. Lets see if he can pull that trick
again! Bet this time I won’t even gag, except maybe for show since he likes
it…But Scott stopped him before Stiles could get his mouth on his cock. Scott
held Stiles' face, cupping it between his hands, looking down as Stiles looked
up. Just seeing him on his knees in front of me at all…ooohhhhh, makes me
shiver inside.
Scott leaned over and kissed Stiles trying to suck his own cock flavor out of
Stiles' mouth. Stiles immediately reached out his arms to grab Scott and
embrace him, but Scott pulled his mouth away and said, "Uh-uh, Stiles no
touching, just my hands. Drop'em." Stiles obeyed though he was confused and
slightly irritated Just what is he up to?
Stiles was about to ask him just that but as his mouthed open to speak, Scott
forced two of his fingers into Stiles' mouth. Stiles was taken by surprised and
unnerved at the motion. He tried to pull away, but Scott put his other hand
behind Stiles' head and pushed him back. Next Stiles tried to speak around the
fingers, "Scaaahhhh, whhhhaaa aaaa ooooo duuuueeehhhh?" but that didn’t really
work out too well.
Fortunately Scott was on the ball. "Look, Stiles relax I just wanted to try
something." Stiles thought to himself: You could’ve at least asked me first
before forcing your dirty fingers into my mouth…who knows where these fingers
have been…suddenly Stiles felt ay-ok with Scott using him as his personal
finger sucker. Besides he did kinda like having something of Scott's in his
mouth, even if it is just his fingers.
But Scott didn’t stop there. He had two fingers in Stiles already but then he
added a third. Making Stiles adjust to his not so skinny fingers. But Scott
still didn’t stop, he kept pushing his three fingers deeper and deeper into
Stiles' mouth. Oh my God what's he trying to…ggguuuggghhh! Stiles gagged on
Scott's fingers as they tickled his throat, making Stiles sputter and try to
pull away. Scott let up a little this time and Stiles was able to move his
mouth off the fingers enough to speak clearer: "What the fuck was that?!"
"Stiles, I told you, I liked seeing you gag…I don’t know…it's just hot…even
when you're just gagging on my fingers. I can't explain it…I just like it."
Stiles considered this a moment, and while he certainly didn’t care for the
gagging sensation, and the wanting to throw up he also wasn’t in a position to
deny Scott anything he wanted. In fact he didn’t want to. If he wants to
finger-fuck my face, let him. I'll work with it…That tickling sensation is
kinda nice…I guess…I'll work on it…
Stiles sighed heavily and said, "Alright one more time. I'll let you gag me one
more time, and then we move on. Ok?"
"Ok!" Scott hastily agreed as he withdrew his fingers completely away from
Stiles' mouth. Then with his pointer finger Scott started to trace Stiles'
lips, like he's applying lipstick or something. Then he dipped his first finger
into Stiles' mouth for just an instant. Oh I see…he's playing with me…trying to
get me all riled up so he can gag me as much as he wants…well two can play at
that game my good sir!
When Scott circled around Stiles' lips with two of his fingers, Stiles really
played it up: flicking his tongue acting like he was trying to get the fingers
into his mouth sooner. Moving his head around, like a moving target, make him
work for it.
Scott was undeterred, his fingers kept going around and around until he pushed
passed Stiles' lips and into his mouth. Stiles snapped his lips shut and
started giving Scott's fingers a tongue bath like they’ve had before. Stiles
purred around Scott's fingers, making Scott's cock shoot back up to full mass.
Stiles groaned around Scott's fingers as they tickled his tongue. Getting
closer and closer to the back of his mouth, and just barely not making it.
Scott started to withdraw his fingers and Stiles followed them with his mouth
playing it off in his head like this is just for Scott…just to really get him
going…But even in his head he knew that was lie.
He followed Scott's fingers because I, Stiles wanted to…wanted to keep those
fingers in my mouth…touching my tongue…tickling the back of my throat…yep I'm a
slut…I'm up for anything…anything Scott wants to do…If he ever found out I'd
die! I'd have to kill myself!But Stiles didn’t worry too much, because Scott
only on rare occasions seemed to pay attention to anything other than what was
happening right in front of his eyes. It's one of the things that made Scott
endearing to Stiles. He's so easily excitable like a puppy! He's so easily
distractible like a baby. He's so easily confused like a…ggggguuuggghhhh!
Scott had decided to forgo the ritual spit-lipstick-maneuver and go straight
for the prize, making Stiles gag on three of his fingers. This time Stiles
tried his best not to pull away, and was rewarded as Scott's fingers actually
entered his throat for just a split second. But they were there. Stiles
convulsed as his gag reflex hit him and Scott took his fingers out of Stiles'
mouth and held them aloft like they're a prize, like they're Gods gifts to my
throat…he looks like the Statue of Liberty, with his arm out at that angle
…Stiles thought as he wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hands
and coughed a few times. When he could see clearly again, he noticed Scott's
non-wet hand petting the bed next to Scott, in the international sign for:
come-here-and-sit-next-to-me-pretty-boy!        
                                       *
"God Scott! Just stick it in me already! I'm as lubed and stretched as I can
get."
"Hey, hey, hey…whose turn is it? Huh?" Stiles refused to answer him, as Scott
kept on flicking Stiles' prostate, which to be fair melted Stiles' brain into
goo, so how could he answer anyways?
"Talk to me Stiles…" Scott inserted his third wet finger. "Whose turn is it?
Huh?"
"Uggghhh, yours Scott! Fuck its yours!" Scott pleased with himself and with
Stiles for being so compliant, started twisting and scissoring his fingers even
more.
"That’s right it's my turn, so if I wanna finger you 'til Kingdom Come then I
will and you'll let me because…?"
Catching his drift Stiles responded, "…Cause its your turn?"
"That’s right Stiles. My turn. And on my turn we do what I want, what I like.
Alright?" Stiles had to admit he liked Bossy-Scott like, liked him a lot!
Ooooh…Stiles shuddered and blushed at his own internal admittance.
"That’s what I like, Stiles…seeing you all flustered, cheeks all red, makes you
look like a girl…all pretty. Blushing…thinking of me…" Scott continued his
fingering and talking as he leaned in close to Stiles' ear. "Thinking of how
good its gonna feel when I'm finally in you…filling you up…making you
whole…keeping you  full…you'd like that wouldn’t you Stiles?" Stiles groaned
and blushed an even deeper red. He began bucking wildly on Scott's fingers as
the red crawled up from his chest, up his neck, and into his face. He couldn’t
help it. Even readier to go, now more than ever, Stiles gripped his knees
tighter and pulled them up more, spreading himself as open as he could get.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Scott leaned back up to get a good look at his
handiwork. 
"Now that's what I like to see…my baby boy all spread open for me…Stiles I'm
ready."
Stiles sighed, "Good, cause my legs are getting tired…and I'd rather…have them
wrapped around you…" Stiles added nervously. Unused to giving the dirty talk,
if that is dirty talk? Does it count if it's true? I thought dirty talk was
supposed to be all the things you could only do in your imagination not in
real…OH MY FUCKING GOD!! SCOTT!!! Whether or not Stiles' comment was dirty talk
or not Scott liked it, and it got him going, so while Stiles was distracted in
his own head like I knew he would be, Scott had condom-ed his dick, lubed up
the condom a bit, and pushed in his head.
Stiles was babbling "Ohmygod…ohmygod…OHMYGOD!" Over and over shocked that Scott
was finally in him and he was shocked that every sensation, every inch that
Scott pushed in, caused his body to shake and shudder. I'm flailing!! OH GOD!
I'm flailing!! I can't stop…I can't…stop…don’t stop, Scott…don’t stop!!
"Oh, I won't baby boy! I won't! Can't!" Stiles looked up at Scott's face
terrified and realized he had actually been saying what he had been thinking.
OH MY GOD! He thought in terror, now he'll know…he'll know…Stiles was
embarrassed that Scott might actually know that Stiles had been dreaming of
this…wanting THIS! For a very long time. But he needn't of worried, Scott was
too busy enjoying the sensations of his cock in Stiles' ass… My COCK in his
ASS!! to pay attention or worry about what Stiles may or may not have been
thinking. Too tight! Too hot! All open and wet for me!
"Uuuggghhh!" Scott moaned as he finally bottomed out. Stiles meanwhile was a
wreck. The instant Scott bottomed-out, Stiles wrapped his legs around Scott
like he was his life raft. This is real! This is happening! Was all he could
think as he felt Scott's thick cock inside him for the first time. Definitely
not the last! Totally not the last! Need this! Everyday!! EVERYDAY!!
Scott held there for a minute or two enjoying the feelings and flexed his dick,
which caused Stiles to flail around like a fish out of water. Then Scott pulled
out slowly bit-by-bit 'til only his cock head was left in Stiles, and then he
pushed back in all at once. Stiles saw stars, literal stars in his eyes.
Stiles' ass burned a bit… but in a good way…SUCH A GOOD WAY…GOD HE'S SO
THICK!...filling me up… Stiles' dick twitched, it didn’t get hard but it
definitely twitched.
Stiles' dick didn’t get hard until Scott was routinely and systematically going
at it like a beast. He was thrusting up into Stiles so hard…so good…so thick…so
full… Stiles couldn’t believe  it at all. He was out of his mind, completely
turned over to the sensations Scott was causing him.
Scott while thrusting, leaned over Stiles. Close but not close enough… for
Stiles anyway. Scott had one arm holding himself up for leverage while his
other hand was caressing Stiles' sides just like he likes… But Stiles wanted
more. More! So between thrusts he ordered, "Scott…mouth…nipples…"
Scott understood the message and moved to accommodate. "Stiles! Hands!" While
his directions were vague, Stiles understood them like I only could. No one
knows him like me…So when Stiles raised his hands Scott stopped playing with
Stiles' side, grabbed Stiles' hands, and held them up over Stiles' head with
his formerly resting arm, thus losing the angle he was at and bringing him to a
new one that both the boys loved. The new angle caused Stiles to tense up and
clench down on Scott's cock. Both boys were moaning messes. But Scott
finally!got his mouth onto Stiles' nipples and started nipping and licking and
sucking like his life depended on it. And in that moment it did.
Having Scott on him, literally head to chest, with Scott biting and sucking
him, made Stiles buck and thrust: anything to try and keep Scott hitting that
same spot over and over inside him. More! MORE! MORE!!!  Stiles started to feel
that well-known pressure in his balls, I NEED to cum! "Scott! Cock!"
"I know baby…you like what I'm doing? Yeah? You like my cock?"
If Stiles had been anymore cognizant he would’ve rolled his eyes but in his
present state of pleasure there was no room, no time for sarcasm. "No! Scott!
My cock! Touch me please!"
"Oh…ok." With his free hand Scott took ahold of Stiles' dick and started
stroking in time to his thrustings. Stiles' eyes rolled back in his head. Being
filled and handled by Scott was the single most amazing thing he had ever
experienced. Better even than the enema bags, cause it was Scott. It wasn’t
plastic and water filling him, it was a flesh and blood cock throbbing in him.
I swear I can feel his heartbeat through his dick! Is that possible! SHIT!
Scott kept hitting Stiles' prostate dead on. Stiles would’ve flailed around but
Scott held his arms very tightly though his palms were all sweaty. In fact
Scott was dripping with sweat. In any other circumstance Stiles would’ve been
grossed out by all this sweat, but because it was Scott and his cock's inside
me, I don’t care...In fact its kinda hot…Scott between thrusting and assaulting
Stiles' nipples and stroking Stiles' cock was huffing and puffing like he
couldn’t get enough air. Once Stiles noticed he panicked for a moment Is Scott
having an attack? Wouldn’t he stop? No he wouldn’t…
But Scott wasn’t having an attack, well not a big one. He was just really close
to cumming. His huffing and puffing got louder as he gave up nipping, and his
thrusting and stroking became erratic. By now he was slamming so hard into
Stiles his bed was creaking, Stiles' hands were now up against the headboard,
and they hadn’t started out that way. Stiles realized in that moment that Scott
had been thrusting so hard they had moved up the bed, slowly inching their way
closer and closer to the headboard. I don’t care…let him fuck me into the
headboard and into the wall…I don’t care…as long as he's fucking me!!!
"Stiles! I'm…I'm…soooo close!" Scott huffed and puffed as he stopped stroking
Stiles and let go of Stiles' hands. As Scott's cock started to pulse Scott
leaned up, arching his back, ran his hands through his thick, sopping wet head
of hair groaning: "Uuuugggghhhh!"
As Scott started cumming, Stiles started stroking himself, tweaking his own
nipples, and tightening his legs around Scott. The force of his legs and
clenching of his ass was enough to get the blissing-out Scott to pay attention
and Scott leaned down and started playing with Stiles' nipples with his mouth
as best he could without blocking Stiles from stroking. Scott kept pumping his
hips into Stiles as he kissed Stiles' nipples, licked Stiles' nipples, nipped
at his nipples here and there, like he likes, and then he bit Stiles' left
nipple.
Stiles groaned as Scott began caressing his cock and fondling his balls. I NEED
TO CUM NOW!!Scott kept humping, kissing, licking, fondling, and whatever else
he could to push Stiles over the edge. Scott who now was coming out of his own
sex-haze moved up and started nibbling on Stiles' ear. "Cum for me, Stiles. Cum
for me baby boy." This was all he said, and all it took.     
Aaaaarrrrggggghhhh!!! His cock throbbing, Stiles quickly unloaded on himself,
covering his hand and stomach in cum. He slowly kept stroking until he was able
to milk every last drop out of his dick, then he brought his cum covered hand
and started licking it off. To his surprise, Scott tugged on Stiles' arm and
whined "Save some for me."
Surprised, Stiles stopped sucking on the finger he had in his mouth, which came
out with a plop, and he moved his hand up to Scott's mouth. "Really Scott you
want some? You don’t like eating cum…"
"Yah, but it’s the first time I fucked it out of you…so it's special. And, yah
I wanna taste…" Scott said as he stuck out his tongue to lap at Stiles' hand.
"Besides your cum ain't sooo bad."
This time Stiles did roll his eyes as one of his cum covered fingers got sucked
into Scott's mouth. Scott's tongued lapped up the cum tickling Stiles making
him twitch all over. When Stiles' finger was completely cum free, Scott pulled
back licking his lips and smacking them. "Yyyyuuuummmm…yep tastes like you!"
Scott and Stiles both chuckled as Stiles returned to sucking the rest of the
cum off his fingers. Meanwhile since Scott's cock was already deflated, Scott
slowly pulled himself out of Stiles. When his entire dick was out he rolled the
condom and moved to throw the used condom into Stiles' wastebasket. But as he
did Stiles' hand reached out and grabbed Scott's arm. "No, wait! I want it."
Quizzical, Scott asked "Why?"
Back to being his normal self I see. "Because I want it Scott. Now hand it
over."
"What are you gonna…ohhhh." Yeah, there you go Scott now hand over the condom
and no one will get hurt. Scott moved his arm back and handed the condom to
Stiles, then he scooted back a little on the bed with a look on his face.
"Isn't the whole point of a condom that you don’t have to deal with the cum?"
"Scott…" Stiles was putting on his best know-it-all voice, "…yes the point of
the condom is to catch the cum. To protect me from it. But seeing as how I'm
the only person you’ve ever been with and you're the only person that I've ever
been with, I think your cum is safe. Hell I suck it out of you like two or
three times a week! This is no different."
"Yeah it is. It's in a condom. That’s gross."
"Why is that gross?! How is it any different?! Scott, stop using your words!
And let me swallow your cum in peace! God!"
So Scott backed off and let him swallow my cum in peace. Scott mocked as he sat
there on the bed naked staring at Stiles as he tipped the condom over and
poured its contents into his mouth. Scott squirmed. "Isn't it cold by now?"
After ssslllluuuurrrppp-ing the cum out of the condom Stiles answered as he
tossed the condom into his wastebasket, "It wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t hot like
it is coming fresh out of you. I just… wanted to try it…See if I liked it."
"And did you?"
"Not as much, as I enjoy sucking it out straight from the source." Stiles
remarked and grinned. "So…would you want me to…" Stiles hollowed his cheeks and
made a slurping sound.
"Not right now. I'd rather lay down a sec, if that’s ok?"
"Oh yeah, sure go ahead." Stiles wiggled to make some room for Scott to lie
down on the bed. Scott humphed as he plopped down with a sigh. There was a gap
between their bodies a gap that made Stiles uncomfortable, but he didn’t know
what the proper etiquette was for: after-fucking requests? Should I say
something? What do I say? Will he laugh at me? Stiles stopped himself from
going overboard into neurotic roundabout questions and simply, nervously
whispered, "Hey, Scott would you mind…if I laid my head…on your chest?"
"Oh no, dude, go ahead." Scott eagerly agreed as he raised his arms so Stiles
could move in closer. When Stiles' head was on Scott's chest, Scott's arm fell
around Stiles and they joined their other hands together as they laid on the
bed quietly basking in the afterglow of Stiles' deflowering. Ahhhh, this is
nice. Stiles thought as he snuggled against Scott's chest and underarm and
accidentally took a whiff. Wow I've never noticed Scotts smell before…I kinda
like it…musky…like…something musky. I don’t know…
Scott laid there not thinking. In true Scott style. He was just humming in his
head. Humming a melody he heard while he walked around the mall the other day.
Shit!He suddenly thought to himselfStiles'present! I totally forgot to bring
it…its still at home in my closet…Shit! Earlier Scott had finagled a $20 from
his mother's purse (with her permission of course) and had gone to the mall to
buy Stiles a youre-not-a-virgin-anymore!!! present. He had spent what seemed
like hours trying to find something, the perfect gift to fit the occasion. He
passed the teddy bear-making store, the diamond store, the bath-soap place
where he buys his mom's favorite soap and hand-cream; he passed the gargantuan
bookstore, and of course dodged all the clothing stores, leaving him with very
few options. He ultimately decided to buy Stiles a video game for his X-box,
Call to Arms. After he got home he hid the game in his closet and had
completely forgotten about it. Outta sight, outta mind.          
So he decided to man up and face the music, "Hey Stiles don’t be mad…" Oh this
can't be good. What's he done now? "I think, I might’ve…accidentally…left…your
Valentine's Day gift at my house…in my closet." Scott tensed up like he was
waiting for Stiles to hit him, but he shouldn’t have worried because all Stiles
could think of was: Shit!Shit!!Shit!!! I didn’t get him anything! I didn’t know
I was supposed to! Shit! What do I do? What do I say?
"Ah that’s okay…old buddy, old pal…you didn’t need to get me anything…" Stiles
started trying to pull an answer out of his ass. "I mean you kinda already gave
me the best present a guy could get."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"World-rocking sex?"
"I rocked your world?"
"Oh yeah totally!"
"Allllrrrriiiggghttt." Scott said like some total skater dude. After a couple
of moments passed Scott whispered into Stiles' ear, "Hey Stiles I think I'm
ready to…you-know, again."
Hooo, that was easier than I thought it was gonna be. Actually, it was exactly
as easy as I thought it would be."Oh ok, how do you wanna do it?"
"I don’t know how about you on top riding me this time? That ok?"
Stiles was actually more than ok with that idea. "Alright awesome…and would you
mind if…oh never mind."
"No Stiles, ask me, I promise I won't laugh." Yeah, see its not you laughing at
me I'm worried about. It's you thinking I'm some kind of kinky cum whore."No,
never mind…"
"Look Stiles, I picked what we did this last time, so now it's your turn. What
do you wanna do? Whatever it is we'll do it."
"Promise, you won't think I'm a disgusting freak?"
"Promise."
"Well, I was thinking that…while I ride you…you wouldn’t be…you
know…uhm…wearing…a…condom."
"Oh, so no condom? That’s it?"
"Yeah, no condom. Is that ok?"
Scott took a moment to think, or a couple of moments and simply shrugged, "It's
your ass."
As Stiles walked on his knees to give Scott the space to skooch into the center
of the bed up against the headboard, Scott took this opportunity to give Stiles
a playful, baby-smack on his ass. Stiles yelped and started, "Heeeeyyy…"
Scott cut him off, "Sorry, couldn’t help it baby boy, you got such a pretty
ass, it was begging to be smacked, it needed to be smacked."
Stiles rubbed where Scott had smacked him, "You think my ass is pretty?"
"Duh, Stiles everything about your body is pretty. Your pretty brown eyes, your
pretty-girl eyelashes, your pretty mouth, your pretty neck, your pretty nips,
your pretty, skinny fingers, your pretty belly, your pretty belly button…"
Stiles had to stop Scott before he made him blush so much he stayed that way,
"Okay, okay I get it you think I'm pretty."
"Shut up Stiles I'm not done yet. Your pretty cock, your pretty balls, your
pretty ass, your pretty asshole, your pretty thighs, your pretty skinny legs,
your pretty knobby knees…"
"Hey I do not have knobby knees! I've got manly, regular-sized knees."
Scott just laughed and finished up his exstnsive list, "And your pretty ankles,
and your pretty, long toes. And last but not least your pretty brown moles.
There now I'm done."
Stiles was embarrassed not because Scott was teasing him, but because he really
liked hearing Scott describe him as pretty. Out of anyone other guy's mouth it
would be an insult, one necessitating a macho, pride response. But out of
Scott's mouth Stiles could almost believe it. Almost…I could almost believe
that I'm pretty. At least to Scott.(Self-esteem issues anyone?)
Stiles decided to reward Scott for making him feel desirable, "I was thinking,
Scott, that instead of me blowing you to hardness, what if…I gave you a little
show?" Scott was definitely tantalized with the idea. "Yeah? I like shows!" I
know Scott believe me, I know!
"How about you tell me what to do, Scott and I'll do it." Scott was liking this
idea more and more. "And if you mess up can I smack your ass some more?"
"Later Scott, later. I promise, but right now I have to get ready to take your
thick, fat cock up in my tight, little ass again." I maybe new to dirty talk,
but I'm a quick study… Scott practically shook with excitement.
"Yeah I'll spank you later Stiles! I wanna see you finger yourself and jerk
off! But don’t cum." Scott warned, "You cant cum until I'm inside you and your
riding me. That’s the deal." Stiles was already starting, licking one of his
long skinny fingers circling his lips with is wet finger like Scott had done,
then pushing it into his mouth sucking on it. "Mmmmmmm." Stiles moaned sucking
his finger like a baby sucks their thumb. "Now add another finger baby boy."
Scott ordered as he palmed his cock and fondled his balls. Stiles complied and
soon had two of his thin fingers in his mouth. I can already feel my fingers
tickling my throat. One more will do it… But Stiles had to wait until Scott was
satisfied and told him to move on. Scott began rubbing his chest and playing
with his nipples getting them hard, tweaking them sending little shocks to his
balls and cock.
Stiles' dick reacted in kind, seeing Scott play with himself. Touching himself
all over. I like that. I wonder if…Stiles attempted to touch Scott himself, but
Scott reprimanded him, "Uh-uh Stiles no touching anyone but yourself. Go ahead
and start rubbing your chest, play with your pretty nips a bit, but don’t stop
sucking those two fingers though."
Stiles retracted his arm and obeyed. God this getting me hot! Having him tell
me what to do! Oooohhhh! Stiles shivered both from his actions as well as his
thoughts. His dick pulsed to full hardness, a solid 6-inches. "Stiles pull your
dick away from you, hold it there a second, then let it go. Let it hit your
stomach." Stiles did and the impact of his dick against his stomach sent
tingles down his spine, making his toes curl for a nanosecond, making him moan
around the two fingers he was still sucking. God! I want more! My throat it
itching! Actually itching! God Scott, let me add a third finger already…!
Please!
As if responding to his telepathic pleas, Scott who gripped his own firm dick
with a tug, commanded, "Now add a third finger slowly, Stiles, get it nice and
wet, take your time. I wanna see you gag baby boy!"
Stiles yielded to Scott's instructions and slowly, as slowly as I can go,
brought the third finger into his mouth. He wanted to immediately push the
finger down his throat, pretend it was Scott's cock and take it all the way
down my throat'til he came into my stomach…Skip pass Go! Go directly to Bank!
If only Scott's cock was a little bit longer…he could so this to me everyday!!
This was exactly what Scott was dreaming about as he stroked his cock. If I was
a little longer I could be doing this to him with my dick…tease his lips,
covering them with precum…then slowly barely moving at all I would push in
millimeter by millimeter, until he was crawling out of his skin moaning,
begging to be gagged now!Scott almost came at the thought so he slowed down his
stroking and returned his attention to Stiles' hot, little gag show. 
Stiles was finally just about to make his move, when Scott gave another
warning, "Now Stiles when you gag, don’t take your fingers out of your throat,
you keep them there ok until I say." Fuck , he trying to kill me! That’s all
there is to it! Have me kill myself with my own fingers! Have me suffocate on
my own fingers!Another tingle ripped through Stiles' body, but this time it
scared him. Maybe that’s a bit too far…
Uuuuugggghhhhh! Stiles hit his throat with his fingers and started gagging. By
reflex, Stiles started to pull his fingers out unable to control his body's
instincts. Scott leaped up, grabbed Stiles' wrist and the back of his head
pushing the two back together, keeping Stiles' fingers in his throat.
Tears were streaming down Stiles' face, he tried to squeeze his eyes to stop
them, but that didn’t help. They just kept falling. Meanwhile Scott just stood
there pushing Stiles' fingers as far down his throat as he could get them. When
he met with resistance he let up, but then he said, "Open your mouth Stiles,
let me see it!" Stiles tried to obey, tried to open his mouth wider, but my
mouth just isn’t that big.
To compensate, Stiles started crouching down getting his mouth level with
Scott's chin and tilting his head up. That'll work. Scott thought, God he's so
quick thinking! Always problem-solving, my Stiles. Always problem-solving.
"Open your eyes Stiles. Look at me." Stiles eyes flew open and the two guys
shared another silent moment. (As they are want to do.) As Stiles continued to
tickle his own throat he could feel his body begging to breath. Demanding to
breathe! Scott let me breathe! SCOTT!Stiles then started to actually convulse
and moan trying to garble out a message of: Let. Me. Go!
Realizing what was happening, Scott pulled on Stiles' wrist wringing Stiles'
fingers from his throat and let the back of Stiles' head go. Stiles' sputtered
and gasped trying to get air to his lungs. FUCK! Any longer and he would’ve
killed me!Then Stiles felt a hand on his chin, lifting him up. Scott licked at
Stiles' lips and said, "Thank you Stiles…I know that hurt…" before slamming his
mouth on Stiles and kissing him for all he was worth.
Stiles was a wreck. He was kinda groggy from lack of oxygen for a bit there,
and Scott kissing him like they were in a romance novel didn’t help the
breathing situation. Stiles eventually used the hand Scott didn’t have ahold of
as leverage and pushed Scott off just enough, for Stiles to catch his breath.
"Wait, wait." He wheezed out. His voice sounding different, scratchier (which
makes sense.) "I need to breathe! I HAVE to breathe!" Scott respected Stiles
need and stopped trying to force his mouth on Stiles. After a few moments,
which seemed like an eternity to both guys, Stiles was able to catch his breath
and he limply used his free hand to wipe away the tears from his face.
"Let me know when you're ready Stiles. I'm so hard for you right now. I need to
fuck you again! I HAVE to fuck you again." Stiles body tingled and shook from
the earnestness in Scott's voice. Stiles looked down. Scott's cock was harder
than he had ever seen it. Throbbing wildly. And then he noticed his own cock,
hard as a rock and throbbing just as wildly. Fuck, that’s weird…he thought, why
did nearly suffocating get me so hard? I'll have to look it up later…After
another moment or two of quiet and calm Stiles replied, "I'm ready."
Scott slowly took the wrist he had in his hand, twisted it, and brought it down
to Stiles' ass. Scott then took his other hand, grabbed the back of Stiles'
head again and brought him in for a soft gentle kiss. When Scott pulled away he
whispered, "Now Stiles you're gonna have to finger yourself, ok? However fast
or slow you wanna take it I leave it up to you, but when you're ready, you will
come over to me and straddle my hips, ok?" Stiles nodded his understanding, as
Scott released his grips and scooted back up and sat against the headboard.
Once Scott was settled, Stiles waited another few seconds taking a good look at
Scott, who was still rock hard. I don’t wanna go slow! He abruptly realized. I
need him in me!So with his three fingers Stiles probed for his hole and pushed
all three in all at once. "Eeeerrrrggggghhhh." He moaned lowly deep in his
chest as he arched and pushed his ass back onto his fingers catching himself
from falling face first by using his free hand.
It hurts, but Stiles didn’t care, I am soooo beyond caring right now! I don’t
care if my dad walked in right now and saw his only son groaning and mewling
like a bitch in heat with three of his own fingers shoved up his ass while his
naked best friend looked on. This is sooooo fucking HOT! Stiles leaped over and
straddled Scotts hips, he knew he should've fingered with himself more, after
all Scott's cock was a tad thicker than even three of Stiles' skinny fingers.
But like he said, he didn’t care. He needed Scott's dick in him Now! Pronto!
THIS FUCKING INSTANT!!
Scott didn’t disappoint. He grabbed the base of his already lubed cock When did
he do that? with one hand, reached around Stiles locating his asshole with the
other, and guided Stiles to his cock. Seating for one... Why thank you, I do
believe you’ve given me the best seat in the house. Only the best for you baby
boy! Only the best for you and that pretty…Scott bucked up into Stiles, his
cockhead breaching that first ring of muscle in Stiles' ass. FUCK! It burns.
But Stiles couldn’t help himself he bucked down taking all of Scott's cock in
one painful slam.
Stiles screamed and Scott moaned with his eyes rolling back in his head. Stiles
instantly tried to raise his ass and start riding, but Scott put his hands on
Stiles hips and held him still. "Need…a…moment." Scott wheezed. Stiles could
feel Scott's heartbeat through his dick! Gods that’s still weird!he could hear
how labored Scott's breathing was, he could see Scott's chest heaving like he
wasn’t able to breathe. And Stiles immediately reached down inside his
nightstand's drawer and pulled out Scott's emergency inhaler. Scott grabbed it,
shook it, and started inhaling.
Stiles sat as still as he could on Scott's dick, it was softening a little as
the blood rushed to Scott's lungs. He was terrified that he had done something
wrong. That he'd gone too fast. Poor Scott... Stupid Stiles! After Scott took a
few more puffs from his inhaler he slowly took it out of his mouth and started
breathing regular again. Mostly.
Stiles all at once tried to apologize to Scott. Apologizing for teasing him,
getting him so aroused, and then without warning throwing himself on him like a
crazy person. Scott sat quiet for a moment and then shushed Stiles. He dropped
his inhaler and took Stiles' face in both his hands and kissed him gently,
languidly. Only when Stiles was drooling did Scott let up and pull away. "It
wasn’t your fault Stiles I just got too excited. I mean this whole afternoon
has been one intense thing after another and then there you were gagging
yourself looking all flustered, then you showed me your throat, and you
fingered yourself, and then you took me down in a single wooosh…" As Scott
recounted his tale his cock started to get hard again, causing Stiles to shift
and clench forcing Scott to stop talking and roll his hips up into Stiles.
"Fuck…Stiles…" Scott whimpered.
"That’s right, fuck Stiles. Fuck your Stiles!" He encouraged as he started
pumping his ass up and down, making sure to grind down on every down stroke.
Scott kept whimpering. Stiles picked up the pace and wiggled around trying to
find enough leverage at the right angle to really let loose. At first Stiles
tried leaning back, but he got tired of grinding down constantly he wanted to
swing his hips. Then he tried kneeling on his knees and riding Scott that way.
This seemed to do the trick for our two boys. Stiles swiveled and grinded,
Scott locked his arms around Stiles' chest, biting his nipples, and bucking up
into that warm hole.
They kept a breakneck pace, for a while, but they both needed more stimulation,
more movement. They both started keening, whining trying to find more. Stiles
grabbed Scott's full, thick God everything on him is thick! head of hair and
started biting Scott's lips. Scott groaned into Stiles' mouth and bucked up
harder into Stiles. That one buck renewed their lust for each other. Stiles
began sucking on Scott's neck leaving him a hickie the size of a quarter or
two. When Scott's bucking began to hit that spot in Stiles that made him see
stars, Stiles pushed Scott's head down and begged him to, "Bite my nipples
again! Make them raw! FUCK!" Stiles shouted when Scott gave him what he wanted.
"I need to be able to thrust into you Stiles! I need to thrust! Harder! We
gotta move!" This Scott said without stopping his bucking rythym and without
Stiles stopping his riding.
"Where? What?" Stiles questioned.
"Headboard!?"
"Right." The two boys moved together with Stiles leaning and then Scott
providing the flip around they were now fucking up against the headboard.
Stiles body slammed into the thing with every one of Scott's thrusts. (Now
Stiles has a tall headboard, but at this moment it was pounding into Stiles'
back every two seconds, and it hurt, so…)
"It hurts, Scott! I'm sorry I can't…it hurts too much…" Then Scott did
something he never thought he could do. He stood up. He picked himself and
Stiles up off the bed so that they were fucking against the wall, not the best
position but better than the headboard which was now just nipping at Stiles'
asscheeks.
As Scott ascended Stiles wrapped his legs around Scott's waist and moaned at
the freedom Scott now had to thrust…so… good…in Just. The. Right. Place. Over
and over and over and over…(ad infinitum)
"Fuck, Scott how…how…are…you…"
But Scott cut in, "Stiles I can't…I can't…hold…us…any… more…" Scott's legs were
already wobbling at any moment they would drop down and that would be bad. 
Now what happened next happened all at once in a total blur. Scott was dropping
to his knees his legs giving out. Stiles was swiveling and grinding as they
descended. What happened next was anyone's guess but somehow Stiles had knocked
into the headboard (deduced from the gigantic bruise he developed on his thigh
later) and twisted the couple until they were fucking with Stiles back flat
against the bed and Scott on top thrusting. Scott was thrusting so hard Stiles'
head and neck ended up going over the edge of the mattress. But Scott didn’t
relent he kept going wheezing and huffing until most of Stiles' body was off
the bed, only his pelvis and legs remained on top. Scott grabbed Stiles' hips
as hard as he could and started pumping his load up into Stiles.
Stiles was using his hands to keep his head from hitting the ground, he
couldn’t even touch himself because of Scott's determined thrusts that
continued until he had spurted five or six spurts up into Stiles. Then Scott
was seriously out of breath, wrapped his hand around Stiles' cock and stroked
and stroked until Stiles came all over himself and a little bit on the floor.
As he was coming down from the most intense orgasm ever in the history of the
world Stiles heard a familiar sound: Scott wheezing. Stiles panicked for a
moment frantically trying to get back up on the bed and find the inhaler Where
is the damn thing?! when his hand landed on something while he was looking for
leverage. Scott's inhaler! He passed the inhaler to Scott who pulled out and
away from Stiles trying yet again to catch his breath.
Crisis averted Stiles rolled his way back fully onto the bed. Exhausted. As
Scott's breathing normalized Stiles reached down and touched his hole. Eeee-
yowhIt was sore as all hell and it was leaking cum, but other than that it was
still there. And officially in his head, Stiles proclaimed Now I am a man!
Virgin, no longer!
Stiles pressed one of his fingers into the rim of his hole which immediately
gave way and out poured a whole cupful of Scott's cum. Being a man of morals
Stiles said, Waste not, want not, and proceeded to eat all of Scott's cum he
could get out of his ass. It tasted like Scott but also tasted like him. Stiles
relished it. Before he finished Scott was at his side looking Stiles over.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Enjoying my favorite candy."
"Eeeewwww, Stiles why do you always have to be gross?"  
                                        
"Cause that’s me! Gross, nasty, kinky, pretty, sexxxxxyyy…" Stiles' voice shot
up about five octaves as he felt something wet and warm swipe up from his balls
to the small of his back. It took a moment for him to register what could
possibly have happened, but when he did his dick twitched and ached in the good
way also but not in a good way. "Scott…" Stiles whined as Scott kept lapping up
his cum as it poured out of Stiles' hole. "Scott…I thought you didn’t like to
eat cum? Especially your own."
"I don’t but I thought while we're here, I might as well see if I like this any
better."
"Uuugghh, and do you?" As he felt himself unclench muscles he hadn’t realized
he had clenched as Scott's tongue worked its way deeper inside his wet hole.
"Neah, not really. But my mom always taught me to eat everything off my plate."
He joked as he resumed his eating. When he was done, when Stiles' hole finally
stopped leaking cum, Scott crashed in the bed next to Stiles both guys lying
face down. "God I'm exhausted I think I need to take a nap. Is that ok Stiles?
Stiles?" Scott turned his head and heard gentle whispers coming out of Stiles.
Scott knew what that meant, He's asleep. The bastard! Couldn’t even wait for
me. 
                                       *
When it was all said and done, and the boys had waken up to sore muscles and
stiff joints, Scott draped one arm on top of Stiles and put his other arm
between Stiles and the bed hugging him close. He rested his mouth on the skin
between Stiles' neck and shoulder. He slowly licked and sucked on this piece of
skin over and over. I'm gonna leave him with the biggest hickie ever.
Stiles who was still fatigued (and rightfully so) from all their fucking, just
moaned and bent his head giving Scott more access. It'll match the one I gave
him. Stiles thought dreamily as he took one of his hands and wrapped his
fingers around Scott's, locking them together. Scott responded to the move by
rocking into Stiles. A gentle reminder of the full force fucking Scott had
given him. This is the perfect way to spend Valentine's Day. Wrapped up in
my"lovers"arms.
Stiles had to use air quotes even in his head, because lovers sounded so weird
to him. It doesn’t quite fit. Stiles thought. We're more than lovers, more than
friends, more than family… But what that made them, Stiles couldn’t figure out,
so he settled for best friend/lover containing all the important bits: we're
friends, but also best friends, we're lovers, but also we're our best lovers
and we're both at the same time. God my life is good! Stiles thought as he
snuggled back into Scott some more, putting his ass almost against Scott's
pelvis.
Scott took a break from sucking Stiles' neck to quip, "Already ready for round
three?Damn Stiles your incorrigible."
Woah, big word. "Where'd you learn that word?"
"From The Sound of Music, Stiles… And its one of my mom's favorite ways to
describe me to her friends at work."
"Hmmm, I like when you use big words, its sexy."
"Yeah? Then how about sex with you is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Oh my God, Scott! I'm gonna have to stop letting you
watch musicals!" But he couldn’t be actually annoyed. Not with Scott, necking
me like we're two teens in love…oh wait. We are two teens in love. Stiles
shivered due to Scott's renewed interest in his neck. At this rate my whole
entire neck will be one giant hickie.Unable to stop himself, nor willing to,
Stiles pushed his ass back and rubbed it against Scott's pelvis.    
"Oooohhhh, Stiles…" Scott cooed in Stiles ear. "I was kidding about round
three, but if you like I think I can make it happen."
Stiles didn’t need to cum again. After all he had cum four times in this one
afternoon/evening, long-ass fuck-session. Twice before Scott even fucked me. My
dick is sore…my balls are worn out. But he also didn’t want to stop sharing
this long overdue sexual experience with Scott, so like always he improvised on
the spot. "We can go on to round three, but you can't use your hands, your arms
have to stay around me, and…you have to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, not
dirty talk. Think you can handle it?"
Stiles could already feel Scott's cock thickening up pressing between his
thighs. "Oh yeah baby, I got this." Scott replied. "I love you, you neurotic
babbling brook. I like having my arms around you. Your beautiful pale white
skin next to my olive-y brown skin. The way you blush when you're
embarrassed…its soooo adorable…" Scott continued his sweet-nothings and his
humpings until he had cum again this time just a couple of spurts painted on
and between Stiles' thighs. By the time Scott finished Stiles was already half
asleep. Relaxed by the feel of Scott all around him. And Scott was not far
behind.
All-in-all it's been the perfect first time…   
 
End of Part Five
***** The Olive-Skinned Days of Summer *****
Chapter Summary
     In this chapter there are moments of normalcy, well kinky-ish
     normalcy for our two guys. Mentions of yet another kink, this time
     for Scott and the sex that ensues. In the end Scott gets The Bite...
                       What_A_Sticky_Twosome_They_Make,
                                   Part_Six:
                                        
                       The Olive-Skinned Days of Summer
                                        
Scott cozied up to Stiles who had fallen asleep after yet another quote-unquote
practice session. The two had intended to actually practice for the lacrosse
tryouts at the beginning of August, but had gotten distracted by the very
sensual topic of lawn mowing.
                                       *
Momma McCall had been begging her obstinate, incorrigible son to mow the lawn
since summer had started. So this past night she put her foot down, as
unaccustomed to it as she is.
"Scott so help me God, you are going to mow the lawn by the end of this week,
if I have to stand over you and whip you to do it. It's practically a jungle
already! You can't even see the driveway anymore!"
"Its not that bad Mom! Can't it wait? Why is it soooo important?" Scott
complained petulantly, like any teenager who's unused to doing chores would.
Momma McCall held her ground for once. "Scott if you don’t mow that lawn I
swear to God: there will be no more job for you, no more lacrosse, and no more
Stiles. For at least a week!" That got Scott's attention and he promised he
would mow the lawn by Friday. Now normally Momma McCall is pretty laidback
parenting-wise. She's cool thattaway. Scott had thought on more than one
occasion. But now on Wednesday while riding in Stiles' jeep heading towards the
practice field Scott was whining that she was being unreasonable.
"Dude she's losing it! She's going overboard! She threatened to not let me work
at the Clinic anymore! She threatened to not let me play lacrosse next year!
She even threatened to ban you from the house!"
Stiles laughed internally, oh yeah like that would ever work… "Dude Scott,
chill out. Your Moms cool she's probably just stressed from work or something.
Look your job helps to pay for stuff for the house right? She wouldn’t really
take that away. As for me, she doesn’t know about the sexy part so that
wouldn’t be affected; and she knows that I'm like your only friend, so she'd
relent in two days of having to spend all her free time with you."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, totally."
"What about the lacrosse thing?"
"Well, there she's got you by the balls. When do you have to have it done?"
"See that’s the thing…I kinda promised I'd have it done by Friday. Our next
play date." Scott admitted sheepishly.
"Well why don’t we just take care of it now? We can play lacrosse later."
"Dude! It's summer, and its like almost two in the afternoon, the Suns all out.
I'd get all sweaty and dirty and gross." Stiles stopped the jeep and gave Scott
a look of Duh-exactly-hello! but when Scott looked at Stiles was still
obviously not getting it.
Slightly exasperated, but not really cause he's used to this Stiles vocalized
his thoughts, "You know Scott seeing you all shirtless and sweaty would be
kinda hot. Maybe I could make it worth your while?" Stiles grinned devilishly,
he had found that the easiest way to get Scott to do something was to somehow
reward him with sex. Like before school had let out, if Scott passed a test
with a B+ or better Stiles would let him fuck him wherever Scott wanted. Which
with Scott being Scott usually meant they would have sex outside or in a public
place cause Scott loves doing it in the Great Outdoors! Or any public place.
The only public place we haven’t done it in yet is the school…Why is that I
wonder quietly to myself…
Stiles was off in his head when Scott started, "I don’t see how unle…ohhh."
There you go Scott.Stiles thought. I think he's getting faster on the uptake
these days. Must be the sex…Stiles smiled smugly to himself, Yeah it’s the
sex…the sex with me… Maybe it has to do with blood flow? Or maybe I've got like
super-genius cum, whoever eats it gets smarter?Not that Scott eats Stiles' cum
that often, but as of late he has been more willing in that department. Yeah,
I'm going with super sperm. Just call me Super-Sperm Stiles!!
"So what do ya think? We gotta deal?"
"Ok, but I get to pick where, what, and how we play. Cool?"
"Cool, cool. Whatever you want I promise."
"No questions asked?"
Stiles hesitated, "Uh, I don’t know if I can promise that, but I can promise
that no matter how many questions I ask I will still do whatever you want.
Alright?"
Dejectedly Scott agreed "Fine. But if you ask too many questions I'm gonna be
all sulky and pout-y. Oh and you should put some sunscreen on before we start,
we don’t want your pretty nose to get all sunburned now do we?"
"We, Scott? What we? There is no we. Its your lawn, its your house, its your
chore, its your Mom, its your…"
"I get it Stiles you don’t wanna mow."
"Its not a question of want Scott. Its just that there's a reason my dad does
the lawn-mowing. I'm fragile. Sensitive."
Scott shot Stiles a look of yeah-I-know then doubled up with an eye-roll and a
headshake. "Tell me something I don’t know." Scott muttered under his breath.
He couldn’t believe Stiles was manipulating him into actually doing his chores.
What next is he gonna blow me every night to get me to brush my teeth? Oooh.
Scott tingled internally at the thought. Maybe this won't be soo bad?
Stiles began driving again, and made the turn to head back to Scott's. He was
chewing his cheeks thinking, Something Scotty doesn’t know, huh? How many hours
do we have? Cause I could go all day with that one…
"Koko the gorilla can communicate by using 400 handsigns."
"What? Who's Koko the gorilla?"
Now it was Stiles turn to eye roll. "Exactly, Scott."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Were almost back to your place."
                                       *
It only took Scott an hour to mow the lawn around the house. And like he
predicted Scott indeed got all sweaty and gross, and with some coaching from
Stiles agreed to take off his shirt while he finished the mowing. Scott
would’ve been done sooner but he had a mini-asthma attack and had to take a 10-
minute breather. Which of course turned into a 10-minute make-out session. The
two guys got in on, on the front porch. Seeing as how Scott didn’t really have
any close neighbors they felt no need to hide what they were doing.
Once Scott resumed his chore, Stiles sat on the front steps just out of the
Sun. Every chance he got Stiles would catcall or yell something like "Hey, hot
stuff!" when Scott would pass by. Scott looks good all sweaty. Makes it look
like his muscles are bigger or that there are more of them…or maybe there are,
we have been training a lot lately…
While Scott was mowing the front lawn directly across from Stiles he decided it
was time for him to have a little fun with Stiles. Play with him a little. So
when he saw he was in Stiles direct line-of-sight, Scott paused to ostensibly
stretch but it was obviously more like he was flexing for Stiles' enjoyment.
Scott ran his hands through his thick head of hair that was pouring sweat down
his face and cupped his hands behind his head, bringing Scott into the classic
bodybuilder-hey-look-at-my-biceps-pose. And while Stiles' jaw didn’t drop he
certainly did ogle Scott for the good half minute Scott posed taking in every
detail of Scott's hot body.
By the time Scott finished his chore and put away the mower it was 3pm. The
guys moved into the house for some drinks and snacks while Stiles gibber-
gabbered about this and that, and Scott deliberated about what he wanted to
with Stiles.
I wanna do something new we haven’t done yet. Hmmmmm… Do I wanna fuck Stiles?
Sure but how? Bareback? Of course, he'll insist.Scott was right. Ever since
Valentine's Day months before, anytime Scott was gonna dick Stiles, Stiles
insisted he didn’t wear a condom. Scott thought it was kinda gross. Scott
didn’t know why but there was something unnerving about the whole thing. Stiles
would make Scott wait until he was completely soft before letting him pull out.
Then when he would, Stiles would put his fingers in his hole trying to hold
everything in…Scott shuddered to think. I don’t know maybe its me? Maybe I'm
the one that’s weird? Maybe I'm the weirdo?
Scott tuned back into what Stiles was saying: “Did you know that Saturn's rings
are made up of like dust and are actually falling into the planet? Someday in a
million billion years Saturn won't have any rings. Sad, huh? Maybe it'll be
like Saturn is finally divorcing big ass, jerk-face Jupiter and hooking up with
Pluto. Ahhhh, poor Pluto always a planetoid, never a planet…” Scott smiled,
NOPE, he's the weird one. Big time weirdo.Then Scott got an idea interrupting
Stiles' intergalactic monologue to say: “Hey Stiles you wanna play a game?”
“Sure like what? Call to Arms? 007? Mortal Kombat!!!!!” Stiles yelled the last
one, parodying the infamous game yell. He chuckled at his impression. Scott
just looked at him like: no-what-are-you-talking-about-I-thought-I-was-clear-
huh? “No Stiles I meant a sexy game.”
Stiles cheeks blushed and muttered, “Yeah, ok. What?”
“Well, my Mom is gonna be at work until tonight. I thought you and I might…”
“Dude you wanna have sex in your mother's bed? Dude that’s weird, even for us.”
Completely mortified, by Stiles thought process, Scott corrected, “No, Stiles I
just thought…I thought…maybe you could put some of my Mom's clothes and we
could…you know…play house.”
Stiles was flabbergasted, “You can't be serious. You want me to dress up like a
girl? Like your Mom? I gotta say Scott that still seems weird.”
“Stiles a deals a deal. So move your ass upstairs, and put some girly clothes
on, and call me when you're done. Ok?”
Stiles was torn. He had made a deal and I am a man of my word. Can't go back on
it now.But he also felt uncomfortable with the idea of putting on girly
clothes, especially Scott's Mom's clothes.
“Look, Scott I know I said we'd do whatever you wanted, but I don’t know about
this.”
“Stiles what's the big deal? You scared you might like it?”
Shut up Scott!!“No. Its just…its just…brrrrrr.” Stiles shuddered. Scott moved
closer to him and put a hug on him.
“Stiles, look if you're worried about my Mom don’t be. She'll never know. Like
I said she won't be back for hours.”
“That’s not the issue Scott I mean will anything even fit? What if I stretch
something out? Then she'll know…”
“Nah, man listen my Mom's kept all her maternity clothes and she's lost all
that weight lately so she's still hanging on to her “big” clothes, something's
bound to fit you.”
Stiles fidgeted against Scott's hug. “I don’t know, I think I'd feel better
about it if you came up with me. Helped me to find what to wear. Yeah?”
“Sure, Stiles. Come on.” Scott took Stiles' hand and they walked side by side
up the stairs and into Momma McCall's room. Her room wasn’t that much bigger
than Scott's but her bathroom was way nicer. Stiles felt an odd sensation
travel down from his head to the tip of his toes. Something about being in this
room like this feels naughty. I feel like I'm betraying Momma McCall. Is that
weird?
But Scott was like a kid in a candy store, he went straight to his Mom's
underwear drawer and started searching around. He said over his shoulder “Go
ahead and get undressed Stiles while I find you an outfit.”
Great! Stiles thought as slowly deliberately began to undress hesitant even
now. You're gonna find me an outfit I just hope to God she doesn’t have a
schoolgirl skirt. Please God in Heaven if you're real and you're listening: Why
do you hate me so much?! What did I ever do to you? The god in his head
answered“Because you were born Stiles. Ho! Ho! Ho!”...oh wait wrong white
guy…oops…
Once Scott found the panties he wanted for Stiles he moved to Momma McCall's
closet and rummaged through it. When he found everything he wanted Scott turned
back to face Stiles. Naked Stiles. Scott's cock twitched in his pants as he
said, “Here you go Stiles.” He handed Stiles the clothes, who took them in
disbelief Oh my God a schoolgirl skirt! Why does Momma McCall have one of
these? She's not even Catholic!!Stiles fussed as he started to get dressed, but
Scott stopped him, “Dude not out here. Go in the bathroom and come out when
you're done.”
“Scott I feel ridiculous.” Scott walked up to the very naked Stiles and kissed
him gently. “You could never be ridiculous to me.”
Stiles head swam for a moment before he whispered, “Liar.” Scott smiled,
smacked Stiles' ass with one of his hands, and commanded, “Go on little lady,
we don’t have all day.”
“Scott don’t call me that. Ok? This is embarrassing enough.”
“Alright fine, go ahead baby boy, I'll be out here waiting for you.” Stiles
walked into the nice bathroom and considered throwing up. Just a little bit,
nothing too serious. Just enough to get me out of this! But without even really
paying attention he started to dress. He put on the panties Scott had picked
out. They were a blue-green color that really complemented Stiles' pale skin.
The fabric felt soft against Stiles' dick and he had to admit they were
comfortable. For girls underwear.Then Stiles proceeded to put on the schoolgirl
skirt and the generic white blouse Scott had selected. Why do I get the feeling
he knew full well what to grab? Stiles didn’t want to question any farther so
with only a quick glance in the mirror, Stiles opened the bathroom door, to
find Scott lying naked on his mother's bed. “Wow Stiles you look really—“
“If you say pretty, I swear to God Scott I will hit you really hard in a place
that would really hurt! Ok! Just don’t say anything about this…please?”
Scott nodded his assent to Stiles' boundary. “Well what are you waiting for
Mrs. Stiles McCall come lay down on the bed with your husband.” Stiles was
agog. Being called Mrs. Stiles McCall felt nice. Exciting…Weird…we need to
hurry this along…Stiles listens and joins a naked Scott on the bed. “You know I
wasn’t kidding about the whole mother's bed thing being weird right?”  
“Yeah, but my Mom always says to never settle. So I thought why go halfway when
we can go whole hog. Why stop at the clothes when we can go for the bed too.
It'll be fine we can clean it up before she even gets home. Now come here.”
Scott reached for and pulled Stiles down until he was laying flush against his
“wife”. Scott reached around Stiles and placed his hand at the small of his
back before gently smoothing his hand down to cup Stiles' ass. Stiles liked
Scott's hands, always did.
“You got a nice firm ass Stiles. But for right now I think I'm gonna call it
your pussy.” Scott said as he grabbed a handful of Stiles' ass hard, smacking a
cheek. Stiles moaned, he really liked Scott's hands right now. Scott put both
his hands on Stiles' ass and scooted Stiles closer, they're already semihard
cocks rubbing against each other. He began kneading Stiles' ass through the
skirt and kissing Stiles' lips. “God I wanna fuck your pussy Stiles. I wanna
fuck you so hard! Wanna hear you scream for me. Beg me to fuck you harder. Beg
me to let you cum.”
Stiles couldn’t form a thought. Not a single thought except He really likes
this…he really likes this…he really likes this…Light-bulb moment. He's been
planning this…he's been planning this…he's been planning this…How long has he
been fantasizing about this? How long has he wanted to fuck my'pussy'? 
                                       *
No man can cum and have an asthma attack at the same time like Scott. Its like
God's special little punishment for trying to have a good time…God can be so
cruel…“You alright Scott?”
Scott still resting his head on Stiles' now-uncovered chest and gulping for air
huffed back, “Yah, I just…need a minute…to breathe. Sorry… about…this.”
“Its fine Scott…it happens.” The guy huffs and puffs and sweats buckets all
over me while he fucks me and I let him do it. I must love him. Stiles was
struck at the casual, blaise way he admitted his feelings. It slowly sunk in…OH
MY GOD I LOVE SCOTT! Like love him, love him…Now Stiles has always known he
liked Scott and that he and Scott were like brothers and such, but this was
different. On Valentine's Day when Stiles said he kinda loved Scott he had
meant it in a Valentinesian way. It seemed appropriate I mean the man had been
fucking me…What was I supposed to say?      
Scott had indeed fucked Stiles and had just finished fucking him again, however
the situation at hand was different: Stiles hadn’t cum, this was purely a Scott
thing. Today was for Scott. Stiles felt very mature for being so giving…I
really am growing up. Stiles was so busy being proud of himself he didn’t even
notice that Scott had stopped wheezing and started snoring. Loudly.
Stiles just wrapped his arms around Scott's head and pulled him up closer 'til
his head was just below Stiles' chin. I'll be mad later when he's awake to
witness it…I'll just let him rest a minute. He's earned it, he mowed the lawn.
                                       *
Stiles gave Scott a 15-minute catnap before shaking Scott awake. It was almost
5pm, they needed to get out of Momma McCall's bed and clean up. Once Scott was
coherent again they put away the clothes they'd borrowed, except the panties
which Scott surreptitiously kept for later. If Mom asks I'll just play dumb.
I'm good at that. They straightened the bed, argued about how made it had been
before the fucking, took all their “supplies”, and closed the door behind them
on their way out.
They tiptoed down the hall and into Scott's room in silence as if Momma McCall
was actually in the house. When Stiles realized they'd done so, he felt
supremely stupid. Thank God no one else saw that!
Scott closed his door and Stiles turned to face him. Why is he holding those
damn panties! I told him to put them away! Scott stood by his door grinning
like a doofus, holding up those blue-green panties. “Ready for Round Two?”
                                       *
         Round Two went a lot like Round One: Scott was playing husband while
Stiles was playing wife. This time though Stiles got off, embarrassingly so.
Stiles knew he was doomed the moment Scott's lips nuzzled his ear; he knew when
his body shook and his ass clenched down hard responding to Scott's words; they
both knew that Stiles actually did like what Scott was saying though he'd
denied it earlier and would deny it later. While Scott fucked his ass and
palmed Stiles' cock through the panties Scott whispered over and over: "God!
You're sooo pretty Stiles! So pretty…and you're all for me…gonna fill you
up…fill you up with my cum…knock you up with my babies…You want that don’t you?
You'd get all fat and full…so full for me…you'd like that wouldn’t you Pretty?
My pretty Stiles! Sooo pretty…"
         FUCK I want it!! YYYYYEEEEEESSSSS!!!Stiles went over the edge and
Scott soon followed. Once Scott pulled out, the guys assumed their regular
spooning/cuddling position. Scott big spoon, Stiles little spoon. Front-to-
back, Scott-to-Stiles. Scott draped his arm over Stiles and started petting
Stiles' stomach absentmindedly, or so Stiles thought. His petting was so
soothing, Stiles was half-asleep and Scott chose this moment to ask, "Stiles
would you mind…when you leave… leaving the panties, for me?"
         Stiles was too far gone to really answer, so he merely mumbled "Mkay."
And fell asleep thinking: You're dirty… Scott… so dirty…
                                       *
         The guys awoke to the sounds of Momma McCall coming home. They quickly
jerked awake, got dressed, and booked it downstairs to greet her. That’s
odd…they look kinda flushed.She hugged her son hello and waved to Stiles.
"Thank you for mowing the lawn Scott it looks nice. You did good work…Now,
what's wrong?"
         "What do you mean?"
         "You run downstairs to greet me the instant I get home… something's
up. What did you two break? Was it one of the windows? Please tell me it wasn’t
another window."
"It wasn’t another window Mom."
"Oh God! But you did break something didn’t you? Damn it Scott! Its not like
I'm made of money you know…I can't keep replacing things you lose and repairing
things you break…I gotta to do other things like keep a roof over our heads and
food on the table and the electricity on. Do you know how much electricity we
use in a month?! Do you?! You'd think we're running a small nuclear plant or
something…"
"We didn’t break anything Mom, I promise!"
"Yeah Mrs. McCall we were just studying…"
"Studying? For what Stiles? Its summer." Momma McCall gave Stiles a look of
caught-ya!-what-kinda-lie-are-you-gonna-try-and-sell-me-now?, while the boys
shared a look of Oh-shit! Scott's was mixed with a bit of good-going-Stiles!,
while Stiles' was mixed with a look of I-know!-my-bad!-I-know-I'm-stupid-let-
me-try-and-fix-this.
"We… were…studying…the…mating habits of…squirrels?"
"Squirrels?" Bullshit.
"…Raccoons?" Stiles offered another no more likely animal.
"Raccoons?"
"…Wolves?"
"Alright! Enough Stiles. Look, I know you two are getting to that age where
your bodies are changing and…"
"Mom! STOP! Please!"
"Yeah, Mrs. McCall honestly my dad already gave me The Talk…it was awkward and
awful and he almost threw up…and I almost threw up…there was just a lot of
throwy-upy-ness going on…"
"TMI Stiles! TMI!" Momma McCall yelled as she held her hand up in the
international gesture for please-stop-while-I-can-still-control-myself-and-not-
hit-you. "Be that as it may, I wasn’t finished…I know y'all are going to be
discovering things…about your…urges…bodies…I know you are going to be
experimenting …its healthy in kids your age. I just want you two to know that
you don’t have to hide those kinda things from me… You don’t have to lie to
cover up whatever it was you were doing… upstairs…alone…in Scott's room…Ok? I'm
cool… I'm… hip…I know what's up…I know what's going on…I'm a nurse…I get it."
OH MY GOD! This is embarrassing!"Mom…please… thanks…I got it…no more lying."
"Great. Good. I'm glad." She paused looking to her practically adopted son.
"So…Stiles…are you…staying for dinner? You’ve already seen the show." Gesturing
between herself and Scott.
After exchanging a look with Scott, "No…thanks…Mrs. McCall I'm good. I'm not
hungry."
Liar. You're always hungry. You're a teenage boy, all you do is eat… "Oh, okay.
Goodness, call the neighbors. It must be the apocalypse…you're always hungry."
"Yeah, I guess so…but I had a big lunch and…I'm supposed to have dinner with my
dad anyways, so…I should get going…Bye Mrs. McCall. See you tomorrow, Scott!"
With that Stiles none too subtly tried to slide past Momma McCall, stumble
through the door, run to his car, and head home. While he was driving, Stiles
texted Scott. (Naughty boy! Doesn’t he know how dangerous that is? Tsk, tsk.)
 
[To: Scotty]
         So…that was awkward…do you think she knows? Like  knows, knows?
 
[To: G-Man]
         Knows what?
 
Is there a way to text an eye-roll? God he's a dumbass sometimes!
[To: Scotty]
         About us. You and me. We. Doing it. All the time.
 
[To: G-Man]
         No probs not, she's just going on and on about her work 2day. If she
knew she'd ask about it. No worries, Batman. I think r secrets safe! ;)
 
[To: Scotty]
         LOL! Ha-ha! C u 2morrow.
 
[To: G-Man]
                  C u 2morrow.
                                       *
         But the boys didn’t wait until tomorrow. Stiles couldn’t, he drove out
to Scotts when Scott didn’t answer his phone. Why isn’t he answering! God! Come
on Scott, text me back…
 
         [To: Scotty]
                  Im almost 2 ur place? R u up?
 
         With no reply, Stiles decided to sneak up to Scott's house and try to
get ahold of Scott in person. Stiles just about pissed himself when he finally
did get ahold of Scott, while hanging upside down.
         "Stiles! What are you doing!?"
         "You weren’t answering your phone…why do you have a bat?" When their
back-and-forth was done, Stiles explained his late night presence, and they
headed off to the Beacon Hills Preserve. They were looking for a dead girl's
body that Stiles overheard about on his dad's police radio.
They hiked for awhile without coming across anything. Stiles was not amused.
"Come on Scott! Quit walking so slow…we're finally gonna see a real live, dead
body. Cool, huh? Come on!"
"Maybe… maybe the guy with the asthma should set the pace instead of the
hyperactive one…don’t you think?"
Stiles faked considering, "Nah, not a chance! We gotta hurry up if we're gonna
find the body before my dad does. 'Sides your asthma already sets the pace for
enough of the things we do in our lives."
"Look I've already said I'm sorry. It's not my fault! Its not like I can
control when I'm gonna have an attack or anything! I'm sorry I couldn’t wait
for you to get off too! Besides didn’t you already forgive me for that?"
"No…I said it was ok, not that I forgave you for it."
"Isn't that splitting hairs?"
"No! Now hurry up. Its gotta be just over this hill."
"That’s what you said…three hills ago…" Scott took a preemptive huff from his
inhaler. "Maybe the guy with asthma should hold the flashlight, huh? Stiles?!"
But Stiles was already up the hill and headed down the other side out of
earshot.
                                       *
Scott's night didn’t get any better. If anything it went from annoying to bad
to worse. He and Stiles got separated, and Stiles got taken home by his dad:
the Sheriff. Great! Scott thought, He had the flashlight! Thanks Stiles!
Scott wandered through the woods, alone…late at night… completely in the
dark…lost. I'm LOST. Oh great! Thanks Stiles! Thanks a lot.Scott took a huff
off his inhaler trying to quell the growing sense of fear and anxiety and the
constriction in his chest. I'm gonna kill Stiles for this! Kill him dead! Ok
Scott calm down…Calm down…just breathe…you still have your phone…no need to
freak out yet…just call Stiles.
But before Scott could reach for his phone he heard a noise behind him. What
was that?!He tensed and jerked his head to where he thought the noise had come
from. His heart was beating in his throat. He tried to control his breathing,
to still it but he couldn’t. Scott could barely breathe at all as it was. He
stood as still as possible straining to hear any other sound. After a moment or
two passed of quiet, Scott took out his inhaler and held it up to take another
huff. He relaxed…and in that moment: Deer! OH MY FUCKING GOD! DEER!! Bambis on
parade!!
Scott was knocked down onto his back. He rolled from side to side to avoid
being trampled. When the last of the deer had run past, Scott laid on the
forest floor gasping for air. Scott began feeling around for his inhaler. Where
is it?! I just had it in my hand! Man, Mom's gonna kill me if I lose another
one! Damn it Stiles! This is all your fault! As Scott cursed Stiles out in his
head he took out his cell phone and started searching for his inhaler, in the
brush.
"Come on, come on…where are you?" Where are you? OH MY GOD! Dead body! DEAD
BODY!! HALF A DEAD BODY!!! As Scott flinched away startled, almost falling to
the ground again, he heard something. A howl in the not-so-distant, distance.
Terrified and forgetting completely about his inhaler, Scott started running in
a random direction. Scott ran, and then ran faster when he heard the sounds of
twigs snapping and snarling coming from behind him. Keep running! Gotta keep
running!!
But Scott knew he was losing it. His lungs refused to cooperate. He was so
concentrated on breathing and staying on his feet, that he didn’t see the root
until it was too late. Fuck! Scott fell onto his back Again!and saw barreling
towards him something big…and hairy…with red eyes…
Scott crawled backwards on his hands and feet before flipping over and running
as fast as he could. But he barely made it five feet from where he fell when
something BBBAAAMMM!! slammed into him from behind. Scott and the beast went
tumbling down the hillside. Once he hit the ground Scott somehow managed to
kick the beast away, jump to his feet, and run off. Run off right into the
middle of a road, where Sheriff Stilinski and his squad car were waiting for
him.
Realizing that he was safe and that no way an animal would attack me now…I'm
safe…I made it out ok…it was then he felt the stabbing pain in his side. He
rucked up his shirt and undershirt to see that he had a bite. A big bite! That
thing bit me! Scott flinched as he felt the wound.
"Scott!?" The Sheriff called out as he started to move in closer. "So what
brings you into the woods, Scott? It wouldn’t happened to have been a 160-
pound, Adderall-saddled neurotic son of mine… Are you alright? That looks
pretty bad."
"Yes, sir…no sir…it's just a…something bit me…in the woods."
"Ok come on…I'll take you to the hospital and get you checked out and then I'll
call your mother."
"Couldn’t you just take me home? It's not that bad…It doesn’t even really
hurt…I can patch it up at home myself. No need for a hospital."
"Scott, you know I can't do that. You're hurt you need to see a doctor. You
might have gotten something from that bite."
For once quick-thinking Scott said, "My mom's at home tonight…she could patch
me up…she's a nurse you know she knows all about wounds and injuries and
stuff…she'll fix me up! I don’t need a hospital!" I've spent enough time in
them…
Knowing he should insist, but wanting to get back to his pressing case, Sheriff
Stilinski reticently agreed. "But if you get sick, or feel weird in anyway, you
go straight to the hospital and get checked out. Ok?"
"I promise…thanks Sheriff." Sometimes its good to be best friends with the
Sheriff's only kid.
"Yeah, well don’t thank me yet. And if you get blood all over my squad car you
and Stiles are gonna have to wash it out. Understood? You and Stiles could’ve
gotten seriously hurt out there alone at night. I hope you’ve learned your
lesson. No more late nights in the woods."
"Yes sir." Scott understood and agreed. He had had enough of the woods for
awhile. They drove down the wooded road until they came into the city limits
again, then they turned down Main Street to get to Scott's house. Scott sighed
in his head relieved to be safe, headed home, and alive. He even smiled (or
grimaced) through the pain in his side, until he realized something: Oh fuck!
What am I gonna tell Mom?!...He panicked for a moment. Well I'm not gonna tell
her about the inhaler…definitely not about the inhaler.
 
End of Part Six
***** Stiles Can't Talk Right Now. He's Knotted. *****
Chapter Summary
     So this is the last chapter of this part of the story. Scott and
     Stiles have to deal with Scott's first full moon. Claws, and fangs,
     and chains oh my!
                       What_A_Sticky_Twosome_They_Make,
                                  Part_Seven:
 
                  Stiles Can't Talk Right Now. He's Knotted.
 
         From "that Night" on, Scott and Stiles had a strange new life and a
strange new relationship to go with it. Scott could hear and see and smell
things no mere human could. He had strength and speed and reflexes like never
before. He even recovered from his asthma.
         Those first few days, all of this was rather exciting for the two.
Scott had never been so handsy with Stiles like he was now. In private moments
Scott would hold Stiles and nuzzle him. Cuddling. In fact he would insist on
it. Any time they were alone Stiles had to be in Scott's arms or his lap or
within his reach.
Then today while they were at the mall shopping for something for Scott's mom
for her up coming birthday, Scott pulled Stiles aside between the cars in the
lot, threw him against one of the cars, and began humping him. In broad
daylight, outside, in public.Stiles was overjoyed. He loved the attention Scott
was paying him now. This is deeper somehow, than in the past, like now Scott
listens with his whole body or something...his total undivided attention on
me…trained all on me…
Scott was humping Stiles against a family's black SUV. He was nuzzling Stiles,
licking his face, kissing him, nipping at his neck, just covering Stiles' face
with his own. Marking him…Wait, what? Scott stopped, frozen in his tracks.
It took a moment for Stiles to register that Scott had stopped, "What's wrong?
Hear something? If it's my heart don’t worry, its meant to beat that fast… you
know…ADHD and all…" Stiles smiled at his words, but Scott wasn’t even listening
to him.
"Scott! Scott! Hhhheeeellllooo! Earth to Scott! Do you read me!?"
Scott pulled himself out of his head when he heard Stiles calling for him.
"What I'm sorry…what?"
"What do you mean what? You were the one getting me all horned up with your
touching…" Stiles blushed a bit before continuing, "…and then you stopped. Just
stopped altogether. That ain't right. So what's up?"
"Nothing, babe. It's nothing. Just…we should get inside and get this errand
done is all."
"It can wait just a few more minutes while you lather me with affection. It's
been a while since…you know…come on do me up right here, then when we get back
to your place…" Stiles leaned into Scott's ear whispering, "…and you can do me
up right in your bed."
Scott shuddered at the thought. He really did wanna fuck Stiles. Hard. Making
him feel it for days…And that was precisely why he had pulled back. Ever since
he had gotten The Bite and the new senses and the better reflexes which makes
me killer at lacrosse he had also gained a darker edge to his personality. He
had these thoughts, bad thoughts he called them.
In the past week they would happen when Stiles was close to him, or in his
arms, or on his lap which why did I pull him into my lap? My mom was just in
the next room she could’ve seen…but in that moment Scott needed Stiles to be on
him, Scott needed to be touching him. He couldn’t control himself, he hadn’t
even realized that he had pulled Stiles onto his lap until his nose was pressed
up against Stiles, right where his neck and shoulder meet. He was taking big
whiffs of him. I was smelling him…and he smelt good… 
Today was no different he hadn’t even realized he had pulled Stiles up close to
him until he had thought of "marking" him whatever that means…That’s what made
Scott pull away, he felt like he was losing control. But losing control to
what? Until he figured it out he wasn’t going to sleep with Stiles.
"No, come on. Lets just get this over with." Scott said as he pulled away from
Stiles and started walking out from between the cars.
"Hey, wait a minute Scott…come on we can talk about this… come to an
arrangement." Stiles tried to be seductive, he wasn’t great at it, but he
tried. It wasn’t like he got tons of practice, usually Scott was pretty gung-ho
with any idea Stiles had, especially if it meant him getting off. Stiles tried
to put his hand in Scott's.
"I said no Stiles! Stop trying to distract me! Let's go in. Now!" Scott had
yelled at Stiles. Stiles was shocked. Scott's never yelled at me before…well
once, but we were having a fight…I was being a dumbass jerk…he had been right
to yell…but now? What did I do? 
         Scott stopped in his tracks when he caught a whiff of what was coming
off of Stiles. He wasn’t sure what the smell reminded him of but it hit him in
his gut and made his legs feel queasy. Scott looked at Stiles apologetically,
"I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to yell…at you. I just…let's just…let's go inside.
Ok?"
         Stiles stood still for an instant before nodding his head and walking
up next to Scott as they headed in.  Scott kept apologizing to Stiles the
entire time they shopped. While they were in Bed, Bath, and Beyond it hit
Scott. That smell reminded me of when dad would yell at mom. Why that memory
had a smell attached to it baffled Scott, but that was what the smell reminded
him of. And he couldn’t stand having anything in common with his father.
         So he apologized over and over, "I'm sorry Stiles. I don’t now what
got into me. I promise I wont do that again…"
         "Scott you’ve already apologized like a thousand times. Enough
already. Let's just chop it up to something like…you had too much sugar in your
system or…or you'd been hit by an evil, personality shifting laser beam, or
maybe it’s the full moon, or something…(Oh how right he was. How very right
indeed.)
                                       *
         It was later that same day, when some other weird things started
happening with Scott. They had put Momma McCall's gift in Scott's closet so he
could wrap it up later, and they had had a snack in the kitchen and had played
some video games, before heading up to Scott's room to fool around. It was
almost dusk, Scott's mom would be home from work soon.
It began innocently enough. The usual kissing and nuzzling and undressing and
licking. They were shirtless by the time Scott closed the door behind them, and
Scott pushed Stiles up against it. Up off his feet. Stiles was surprised at
Scott's newfound strength, it gave him goosebumps.
Scott's hands were on the bottom of Stiles' thighs holding him up, while Scott
humped away. Scott's mouth was all over Stiles like earlier, eventually
settling around the base of Stiles' neck. Where he kept licking and sucking and
nipping covering Stiles in what he was sure was a slew of hickies. 
Stiles wrapped his arms around Scott's head and palmed his scalp with one hand.
Gasping from all the sensations he suggested, "Hey Scott…how about…maybe…you
move on to the other side…yeah…give the left side of my neck a break…huh?"
Scott didn’t say anything he just complied. He orally assaulted this side of
Stiles' neck with increased vim and vigor. He was getting into this. Stiles
could tell he could feel Scott's erection through his pants and for a moment
thought, Is he bigger than he used to be? Nah…that’s impossible, no one can
grow…Stiles guess-timated…two, three inches over night. Then again no one heals
from asthma overnight either. Not that I'm complaining…it certainly has made
our make out sessions last a whole of a hell lot longer…Then Stiles had another
thought, Yeah our make outs have gotten longer, but we haven’t had sex since
That Night…Maybe tonight's the night…maybe Scott's finally all healed up and
wants to…OUCH!! Fuck!
While Stiles was meandering in his thoughts, Scott had bitten him. Hard. "Hey
watch the teeth there Scotty! They're sharp." They're sharp? Stiles tried
pulling Scott off his neck for a second to take a look at his teeth. His very
all-of-a-sudden sharp teeth.He kept trying but Scott wouldn’t budge he kept on
lapping at the mark he'd left, ignoring Stiles' attempts to pull his head back.
"Hey Scott…maybe we take it easy with the biting huh? I'm sensitive…you
know…Owww!! Fuck!! Scott!!! I told you to stop biting me!!!" Scott had bit
Stiles on the same side but a couple of inches higher. He continued to ignore
Stiles as his humpings became more urgent, harder. At this rate he's gonna fuck
me through the door…Stiles thought astounded by Scott's stamina. Usually at
this point he'd be begging for a breather…wheezing and huffing…trying to
breath…I miss that…it was a party pooper, but it was endearing…like he was a
dork, but he was my breathing-challenged dork…FUCK!!!
This time it wasn’t a bite on the neck, this time something else had happened.
"What was that Scott? Did you scratch me?! Dude if you ripped these jeans I am
gonna…What the fuck?!" Stiles took a long hard look at what was in front of
him. Scott had taken his hand away from Stiles' thigh, which now rested against
the door and held up said hand to his face. Stiles was in shock. There was
Scott's hand, but where there should've been nails there were…claws…those
things are claws…What the fuck is going on?!!! Then Stiles shifted his gaze to
look at Scott's face to see what Scott was thinking.
That’s when Stiles noticed other things: His ears are pointy…why are his ears
pointy…his face is different…are those sideburns…where'd he get those?...are
those fangs…Oh my God that’s what he was biting me with…FANGS! Then Scott
turned his head to face Stiles full on. That was when Stiles first saw Scott's
eyes glow. His eyes are glowing…like a tan or golden color…like amber…WHAT THE
FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!!! MY BEST FRIEND/LOVER IS TURNING INTO A MONSTER…
Scott's hand was shaking, he could smell the arousal from Stiles not so slowly
turn into: fear…he's afraid…me too…what's happening to me?!Scott let go off
Stiles other thigh and pulled himself away from the door, making Stiles fumble
to find his legs again. All Scott could think was: What's happening to me!!
What's HAPPENING TOOOO MEEE!! Petrified, Scott ran into his bathroom and locked
the door behind him. He caught a look of himself in the mirror. My face is
different…I have fangs… sideburns…glowing eyes… WHAT THE FUCK!!
Scott heard Stiles banging on the other side of the bathroom door asking,
"Scott are you ok!? What's going on?! Scott?! SCOTT?!"
Scott's confusion turned to rage. He flew up to the mirror at started clawing
at it reducing it to pieces and shatters. He then took on the entire wall
behind the mirror. He just attacked without intention without thinking. It was
instinct.
Alarmed by the sounds and growls honest-to-God-growls coming out of the
bathroom Stiles' voice raised in panic and in decibels "SCOTT!? Open the door!
SCOTT!! OPEN THE DOOR! SCOTT!!!"
He called, but Scott couldn’t answer. I feel like I'm on fire! I feel like I'm
gonna throw up…Scott rushed to the toilet just to rush over to the tub unable
to decide what to do where. He finally managed to turn on the water in his
shower and fell into the tub, rocking.
Stiles was still trying to get the door open, trying to figure out what was
happening. He heard the water running, if there's time for a shower, there's
time for some answers…"Scott let me in! You hear me! SCOTT! LET ME IN!" Scott
just kept rocking back and forth cradling himself in his arms, his claws coming
out intermittently causing him to scratch himself, but then the scratches would
disappear, heal. Scott felt like he was losing his mind. He could hear Stiles'
heartbeat, hear how fast it was pounding. Pounding just like my own…Scott
focused his attention on that one sound and suddenly knew what he needed. He
needed Stiles. He needed him right now!
Scott jumped out of the tub losing his balance on the wet floor just for an
instant before flying to the bathroom door, or into it more like. Stiles backed
up when something hit the door. He started stumbling back further and further
the more and more something pounded. Pounded again and again into the door. It
couldn’t be Scott…couldn’t be…why wouldn’t he just open the door?
Scott would have, but Monster-Scott fortunately for Stiles didn’t have all his
wits about him. He just kept pounding harder and harder into the bathroom door.
Soon it was cracking in the middle, bowing under the pressure. It's coming off
its hinges!Stiles realized. Stiles fight-or-flight system kicked in and his
instincts were to flee and rightly so. Stiles flew out the room and down the
stairs and out the door and into his jeep. He got in and tried to turn the
ignition on, but he realized he didn’t have his keys. They're in my shirt
pocket!! My shirt in Scott's room! Shit, SHIT, SHIT! SSSHHIITT!!
Then Stiles heard a loud crash come from inside the house and then a howl.
Shivers ran up his spine in a not-so-good-way. Scared and unsure of what to do,
Stiles left his jeep and just started running. He didn’t pay attention to where
he was running he was just running. As he ran he tried to come up with a plan:
Maybe I should run home…No he just tore down a door, nothing in my house is any
stronger…maybe I should run to my dad at work…and tell him what…"Hey dad my
best friend/lover has turned into some hideous bloodthirsty monster…hope you
got your monster net were gonna need it…Think Stiles think! But it was hard for
him to think while his blood was pounding in his ears, his heart in his throat,
his legs turning to jelly already, and his lungs burning. Where do I go, what
do I do?
That’s when Stiles remembered that there were a series of abandoned warehouses
on this side of town just passed Scott's neighborhood. He turned on his path
and headed towards those buildings. He turned directions just in time too as he
caught sight of Scott running towards him on all fours. He's running on all
fours!! What the FUCK IS THAT!!??  
Reinvigorated with fear, Stiles ran as fast as his tense body could take him.
But it wasn’t fast enough, Scott was gaining on him. Stiles could see the
abandoned warehouses right in front of him. If could just make it inside
one…It's too late…he's gonna catch me…I'm gonna die…he's gonna tear me to
shreds…no more Stiles! I'm sorry dad!
But as Stiles continued to say his goodbyes and apologies he found that he was
a lot closer to the buildings than he had earlier realized. A lot closer…In
fact he was already running inside one of them through a hole in the chain-link
fence. It's too small for Scott, he'll have go around…or climb over it like
it’s a tree and he's a squirrel…FUCK! I can not catch a break!While bemoaning
his loser status, Stiles kept running, even though his lungs hurt and his legs
were about ready to give out on him.
Now that he was inside one of these buildings he didn’t really know what to do.
Do I hide? There's nowhere to hide, except these steel boxes…Dumb Stiles! So
Stiles made for the steel crates apparently left behind when the company went
bankrupt. Stiles ran up to the crates and picked one on the far right. He ran
inside it and tried to close its doors and lock them, when he realized the lock
is on the outside. SHIT! STUPID STILES!! Stupid!!! Stiles backed up away from
the door, trying to still his breathing, like when playing hide-and-go-seek.
Maybe he won't find me if I'm quiet… Stiles' hope was in vain, as Scott bounded
into the crate, blocking the door. The way out…what do I do? Think, think!!!
Scott slowly made his way closer and closer to Stiles who kept backing up
further and further to the back corner of the crate. No! Don’t let him corner
you!Stiles thought, so he started to curve his steps, taking him alongside the
wall towards the exit but also back towards Scott. Scott who is snarling and
growling at me like a dog…like a mean dog…No…like a wolf…Suddenly everything
that had happened to Scott clicked in Stiles' brain: werewolf…why didn’t I see
this earlier?...the howling in the woods that night…the full moon thing…the
claws…the fangs…the whole thing…Scott's a Werewolf!!
Stiles tried to talk Scott down, like he was talking to a junkie on a bad trip,
"Scott, hey Scott, remember me? Your old best friend Stiles? Your best pal…One
you'd never hurt…never kill…" Stiles gulped as Scott continued his advance,
snarling as he went, and started taking swipes at Stiles with his claws.
Stiles stilled for a moment, coming up with a new idea. An awful idea! A God-
awful bad idea. But the only one he could think of. Stiles took a deep breath
and before his rational mind could convince him otherwise, Stiles bolted for
the door. Scott was on in him in a nanosecond. Clawing at Stiles, snapping at
him with his fangs, trying to grab ahold of him, trying to pin him down. Stiles
thought for sure he was a goner this time. But Stiles refused to go down easy,
he kicked and flailed and pushed and shoved, and somehow managed to kick Scott
off him long enough for him to find his feet again. He jumped out the door and
locked it behind him, disbelieving.
Shivering, shaking, and nearly sobbing Stiles looked at his hands: they were
scuffed up from him trying to keep from face-planting. Stiles looked at his
chest and arms: covered in shallow bites and not so shallow scratches he was
bleeding from where Scott had tried to grab him. And his legs oooh…they were
not much better.
Scott was howling in his cage. He sounds angry! Stiles thought. I'm the one
that should be angry! He just tried to kill me! Not the other way around. But
Stiles wasn’t angry, just confused and scared and hurt. Not just physically
hurt, but emotionally too. Scott is a monster! A WEREWOLF! A FUCKING
WEREWOLF!!was all that Stiles could think that night over and over again.
Stiles eventually fell asleep exhausted from his night of terror, to the sounds
of Scott howling and pounding on the doors of the steel crate trying to get
out.
                                       *
When Scott woke up the next morning, he was disoriented and confused and his
head was swimming. Where am I?He thought as he looked around in almost utter
darkness. The only light was coming through a gap between the door and the
floor. It was dim, but it was enough for Scott to see that he was inside
something, like a crate. Scott walked up towards the door, and knocked on it,
calling out "Hello, is somebody out there?! Hello, I think I'm locked in!
Hello!! HELLO!!"
Scott heard the voice of an angel during one of his calls, "Scott is that
you?!"
"Stiles! Hey what's going on?! Why am I locked in here!? Can you get me out?! I
think the door's locked!"
"It is…I locked it!"
"Why did you do that!? Stiles?! What's happened?!"
"You don’t remember?!"
"Remember what?!" Scott asked as he heard the clinking and clanging of the lock
being pushed back and then the doors swinging open. Blinded by the light at
first, Scott's eyes slowly began to focus, and what he saw he really wished he
hadn’t.
There stood Stiles, shirtless covered in bruises and scratches and blood… and
God knows what else! Did I do that!? Oh GOD PLEASE NO! Scott stepped out
towards Stiles who backed away, obviously frightened. Scott was completely
shocked and stayed where he was. "Stiles…what…?"
"What happened Scott is that you're a Werewolf, and you tried to kill me last
night, during the full moon."
"Stiles…I…I wouldn’t…I couldn’t…"
"You would, you could, you did."
"Stiles…I'm so…"
"Don’t say your sorry, Scott, please…I just want to forget this ever happened
ok? We will never talk about this again, ok?"
Sullen and truly repentant, Scott agreed, "Ok Stiles. Whatever you want."
Stiles shook his head in affirmation and the two guys headed out of the
warehouse and into the daylight.
It was still early, chilly. The Sun was just dawning over Beacon Hills. It was
beautiful to both Scott and Stiles. In that moment Stiles realized that this
experience wasn’t a one-time deal. This is gonna happen again and again and
again…every full moon…I'm not losing Scott…GOD! Why can't I ever catch a
break?…we need to come up with a better system, than me running for my life
every week.And so they did…     
                                      ***
Scott sat rocking back and forth chained up to the cold warehouse floor. Since
Scott had been turned and had attacked Stiles every chance he got on every full
moon, they had taken to chaining Scott up in this random abandoned warehouse.
Scott swore up and down that he didn’t mean Stiles any harm. He just really
needed to fuck him. To knot him. Claim him. His Wolf side demanded. Claim him.
Make him MINE!But Scott being the good guy he is resisted. No I don’t want to
hurt him. Or scare him. He's my best friend…just my friend…just my friend. My
Mate!Scott couldn’t help himself from thinking of Stiles that way. This last
month of not being with Stiles was hell for Scott, he enjoyed the sex just as
much as Stiles. And he missed it just as much. But until I can get control I
can't risk hurting him!!
The Wolf inside Scott however had no compunctions with hurting Stiles,
especially if it had to do with fucking Stiles in some way. Every full moon
there was a different need: to bite Stiles and give him pretty bite-marks and
bruises, to bite Stiles and knot in his ass, to bite Stiles and knot in his
mouth. That was tonight's particular fantasy.
Bite Stiles. Mark him. Make him SCREAM! Make him try and run. Smell the fear
and the arousal pouring off him. Scratch him up nice, with my claws. Bite him
over and over all over his body. And then as he begs me to stop…I thrust my
cock and knot into his pretty, small mouth. Fill him up. Make him stop
screaming. Make him moan around me, as I fill him up. Stop him from breathing.
Suffocating on my knot. Struggling to get away to pull away, but trapped.
Squirming fighting to live, to breathe. But he's MINE! NO MORE TALKING STILES!!
I'd knot so good in him he'd NEVER be able to talk AGAIN!! And I would
cum…cccuuuummmm… so hard down his throat, make him bloat up full of my cum.
He'd never need to eat again! So full of my cum…So full. SO FULL!! Then I would
rub him…rub his bloated, cum-filled belly…make him hard…him getting off on
being full of ME! MY COCK! MY KNOT!! MY CUM!!!
With that thought Scott came again onto the floor. The third time this full
moon. His fantasy kept getting more and more violent as the moon reached its
zenith. Scott was crawling out of his skin, he was clawing at his skin trying
to get free. He didn’t care if he lost an arm or a leg. He needed to knot
Stiles. Knot Stiles good…so good.
Scott's cock was still pumping his sperm on the ground. Coating the floor and
Scott's clothes in cum filling the warehouse with his stink, keeping Scott
riled up and needing more. The more Scott struggled against his chains, the
more he got covered in his cum. The more he got covered in his cum the more he
struggled. It was a vicious circle: a circle of desire and need and want and
denial and shame and guilt.
Why are my fantasies so violent?!Scott always asked himself. He couldn’t tell
Stiles how guilty he felt getting off on the idea of hurting and almost killing
Stiles. When all of this started, Stiles had asked him why he would always
attack him. Pounce on him. Scare him to death. Want to fuck him to death…
AARRGGHH!!! Stop it Scott!! Control yourself!! Control yourself…think of
something else, think of something else. It was usually at this point that
Scott would attempt unsuccessfully to think of other things, other people than
Stiles, but every thought Scott had ultimately led him back to Stiles.
Tonight he thought about lacrosse and training for the tryouts in two days.
Tryouts in two days. On Friday. Gotta do good. Gotta train hard…But then he
remembered that the one training with him was Stiles and that brought the idea
of: …being out on the practice field…Stiles and me…playing…laughing…crashing
into each other…then…then I would throw him down while he's laughing…start
humping him, arousing him…ripping off his pads, his gloves, throwing his stick
all the way to the bleachers…then the biting would start…he would moan my
name…Scott…Scott… Sccccoooottttt…then I would flip him over rip off his shorts
and thrust into him…no lube…no condom…nothing but my cock and his ass…his
beautiful pale ass…his pink hole stretched to the limit taking me…the pain
burning Stiles, scaring him…making him try and get away…but he can't I'm inside
him…my knot swelling, keeping me inside him…him begging to stop…crying…I'd lick
up those tears, taste them…ooohhh, to hear him beg me to stop!! Feel him
struggling!! All that struggling!! His ass moving back and forth anything to
get me out of him! But I would just keep thrusting…keep filling him…taking
what's mine! He's always been MINE!! AND ALWAYS WILL BE!! I'd cum in his ass
filling him up, and he'd lie there and take it…having finally given
up…submitting to my cock… my knot… feeling that fullness he craves…and I would
give that to him…make him full of me…full of ME!! My knot would never go
down…I'm too aroused…too hard…I would just keep going and going…knotting in
Stiles again and again, until Stiles is damn near bursting!! Stiles fat and
bloated!! Baring his neck…baring his ass to me…spreading his cheeks for me…
submitting! SUBMITTING!! TO ME!!! ONLY ME!!!
And Scott came again.  His knot swelled as he pumped out another load and he
fell exhausted onto the floor face first. It's past midnight now…the worst is
over.Scott reassured himself. I just need to sleep…Scott would spend the rest
of the night tossing and turning trying to sleep, just so he could stop
thinking of Stiles and the cold cum covering all of his clothes and his body.
Chilling him worse than the cold floor.
By dawn Scott had been asleep for an hour at most. When Stiles came in to check
on Scott around 9 am, he saw the utter ruin and mess that is Wolf-Scott.
Scott's clothes are either in complete tatters or are stained with so much cum
that Stiles doubts: nothing not even Oxy-Clean will be able to get it out.
We'll just have to buy Scott more new clothes. I hope Scott's happy that his
new gig at the Clinic is just allowing him to buy more and more clothes and
nothing else. Thank God he's got a job, otherwise he'd have no clothes at all.
That thought made Stiles catch his breath. Mmmmm, naked Scott.He couldn’t help
himself, standing there staring at his chained up, nearly naked, cum soaked,
best friend/lover. His cock twitched in his pants, Scott whimpered. Yeah buddy
its been a hard month for me too. And long…way too long.Scott whimpered again
and said a name, "Stiles?"
"Yeah big guy its me. Don’t worry everything's gonna be ok. I'll get you out of
these chains in a second."
Scott turned over onto his back, exhausted. I need to sleep for a month, make
it two…I'm so tired! I think I'm broken…
When Scott said this to Stiles, Stiles just chuckled sweetly, unchained Scott
and supported his weary, nearly naked friend/lover as they staggered to his
jeep. Stiles got in and started the car. They headed off to Scott's house to
look for some clothes he might have left in the laundry, or to pick up some
dirty clothes that he hasn’t worn during a full moon and put them on. Either
way the drive back to his house was quiet. Neither he nor Stiles spoke. At
least for the first five minutes.
"So tryouts are tomorrow, you nervous?"
"No." Scott mumbled.
"You hungry? Wanna get some breakfast? I hear there's good possum on Old Stones
Road. Mmmm, nothing like road-kill after a full moon. Right Scott?"
"Nn." Was all Scott said with a shrug. So Stiles being Stiles, he just kept
babbling to fill the silence. By the time they reached Scott's house, Scott had
completely tuned Stiles out. He hadn’t meant to, but he did. He just felt so
guilty and ashamed of himself. He felt dirty, like he was a liar for even just
sitting there in the car next to Stiles when just a few hours ago he had
fantasized about basically raping him. God I feel sick!
So when they reached Scott's house he interrupted Stiles monologue to say, "I
think I'm just gonna go to bed. I'm exhausted. I'll see you at the tryouts."
"Oh, ok. Night-night Scott." Stiles sat dejectedly feeling dismissed. As Scott
entered his house, Stiles whispered to himself, "Nice going, Stiles!"
Forgetting that Scott is a Wolf now and could still hear him. This made Scott
feel even more guilty. He didn’t do anything wrong. I should be with him…But a
sour feeling in the pit of his stomach stopped Scott from going back out to
Stiles who sat there in his jeep almost like he expected Scott to come back out
and make nice like nothing had happened last night.
Scott could hear his heartbeat from the other side of the door. It was
soothing…but also terrifying, because Scott caught himself having a flashback
to one of his Wolf fantasies That heartbeat pounding frantically then
sputtering from lack of air…and quickly he ran up to his room, blasting
whatever cd was in his stereo so he couldn’t hear Stiles' heartbeat skip a beat
when he realized Scott wasn’t coming back down; so he wouldn’t have to hear how
sad Stiles' jeep sounded as Stiles started the engine and drove away.
Scott stayed in bed all that day and all that night. When he showed up for the
lacrosse team tryouts the following day he kept a good distance away from
Stiles. For his own good. And mine… And thus began the slow decline of Beacon
Hills' own Batman and Robin partnership.
                                      ***
Every once in awhile Stiles could cajole a sad, guilty Scott into bro-like
activities: playing video games, watching movies sitting far apart from each
other, going to a game of baseball now and again, but never anything sexual. He
couldn’t even convince Scott to kiss him anymore. They had gone from hot to
cold in just one night. That night.
Stiles realized that their relationship had changed. That Scott had changed. In
some fundamental way his Scott was gone or at least hiding somewhere deep down
in Wolf-Scott. He's the same as always, yet some of the innocence is gone, the
goofiness. Nowadays Scott was always careful, pensive, tense. Especially around
the full moon. Stiles needed to find a way to help Scott deal with his Wolf. So
he did the only thing he could think of: I'm gonna find the one that bit him
and we are going to talk… And then I'll watch as he kills me…         
 
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