"I'm still not sure about this," Scott said uneasily.
Stiles sighed as he pulled his Jeep up the curb. "Look, you said you get super horny when I'm working, right?" Scott nodded. "Well, this will help. Now you'll be able to get yourself off without me." He turned off the car and slid out.
"I don't see why you can't just work less," Scott whined. "This store looks...filthy."
"That's the point. Look, I'd love to stay home and bang you all day, every day, but one of us needs to work, and you're busy with college. Plus, you're too pretty to be homeless, babe. You'd never survive." Stiles said with a grin. He walked over the store in question and held the door open for Scott.
Scott walked up the building tentatively, looking up at the big neon sign. 'Fatal Attraction', it read. Scott shuddered slightly, as he walked through the doorway.
As soon as they walked they were greeted by purple-haired girl who didn't even look up from her magazine. "Welcome to 'Fatal Attraction', where we kill your urges. I'm Becky, please let me know if you have any questions," she monologued disinterestedly. They stood there awkwardly until she looked up. "Yes!" she exclaimed, getting up and walking toward them excitedly. "Oh, HELL yes! All we ever get is bridesmaids and scared mommies. Finally, some gay guys! You are gay, right? Please tell me you're gay!"
Scott just gaped at Stiles wordlessly, who responded through shocked stutters. "Uh, well, uh, I am. Scott's technically, um, bisexual."
"Oh, this is delicious," she said, eyes gleaming. "My whole life has been building to this moment. What are you guys looking for? We have everything. Vibrators, penis pumps, fleshlights, whips, chains, handcuffs, clamps, shock wands, cock rings, everything. What's your kink?"
Scott would have rather just left then and there, but Stiles was getting into it. "No S&M this time, but I'll keep it mind for when Scott gets a little more experimental. No, we're actually looking for more masturbate-y stuff, of the insertional variety. Scott gets lonely when I'm at work," he said, flashing a saccharine smile at Scott.
Scott blushed. Did Stiles really have to get so descriptive? And Becky was oddly enthusiastic. She was chatting excitedly with Stiles as she guided them to a section full of vibrators and dildos.
"All right," she said, grinning, "what are we looking for?"
Stiles was about to reply when Scott cut him off. "Something safe. I don't want anything ridiculous. Just...something to keep me busy."
Stiles looked slightly disappointed, but said "You heard the man. Safe and sane. Whaddaya got for us?"
"Well," Becky said, turning around to grab a box off the wall, "this is our starter vibe. Average girth and length, various levels of vibration intensity, and completely waterproof. I call it "Mommy's Little Helper". She handed the box to Scott, who read it as Stiles looked over his shoulder.
"Oh, come on, Scotty," Stiles pleaded, "we can do better than that, can't we? What's the next step up?"
Becky turned around and grabbed a few more boxes. "These are the same basic design as the one in your hands, but with textures. These are for the soccer moms who are a little more brave than the average housewives. Let's see, we have "Ribbed For Your Pleasure", which has rings all the way down the shaft, "Flux Incapacitator", which varies in girth all the way down, and the ever popular "Naughty Knotty". It's got bumps and ridges all over. Lots of satisfied customers there."
"Now we're talking," Stiles declared. "What're you thinking, Scott? Anything catch your fancy?"
One had, in fact. The "Naughty Knotty" did look kind of...hot. And if it was popular, then it was probably good, right? "I like this one," he said. He was actually feeling a little bit aroused now. And Stiles was so excited, he was practically vibrating himself.
"Good choice," Becky said, returning the rest of the boxes back to the shelves. "Now, let's talk lube."
"Oh, we, uh, we already have some at home," Scott said, blushing. Why admitting that they had lube at home embarrassed him, he had no idea, but he turned tomato red anyway.
Becky led them to a rack of little bottles. "Not like the lube we have, I guarantee it," she said cockily. "You want the ultimate pleasurable experience, right? Well, here it is. We have hot, we have cold, we have hot then cold, we have flavored, we have glow in the dark, we have microbeads..."
She kept listing them off as Scott got more and more confused. Who needed this much lube? And who came up with these ideas? He interrupted Becky as she reached the shampoo and body wash section. "I'll-I'll take this," he said, grabbing one of the ones that heated up.
"Smart choice," Becky said, grinning. "Now, personal question: do you guys ever flip flop? Change it up? Role reversal?"
Scott blushed again while Stiles answered. "Sure, Scott's topped before. He prefers to bottom, but if he's in the right mood, then I'll ride him till dawn."
"Excellent, excellent," Becky replied with a smirk. "We carry a variety of fleshlights ready to receive you."
"What's a...fleshlight?" Scott asked, confused.
They followed Becky to the back corner of the store, which had rows of what looked like large black flashlights. She grabbed one and unscrewed the top, showing its contents to them. "It's basically a handheld fucking device," she explained. "It comes in three forms, mouth, vagina, and asshole. There are a bunch of textures for the inside, too. And they're real easy to clean. You just take 'em apart and toss 'em into the dishwasher."
Stiles nudged him. "What do you think, Scotty? You want one? It can't hurt."
Scott took one of the mouth models and opened it up. At first, it seemed like a weird idea, but it made sense. Plus, the lips looked exactly like Stiles'. If he used the lube that warmed up, it'd be just like a blowjob from Stiles. "I'll take this one," he said, sealing it back up.
"I knew I could get you to open up to new things," Becky sighed happily. She took them over to the register and rang up their items, chattering excitedly. "$43.78," she said as she finished bagging them.
"Wow, I thought that it'd be a lot more than that," Stiles admitted. "I always thought that sex toys were expensive."
"Oh, they are, but I used my employee discount," Becky said, flashing them a grin. "I'm hoping you two are repeat customers. Here are your toys. I dropped in our card with my name and number on the back. You boys call me if you need anything else."
Scott mumbled a thank you as he grabbed the bag and scooted toward the exit. He partially wanted to leave, but he also kind of wanted to get him and try this stuff out. His curiosity had been piqued.
"Don't forget to recommend us to your friends!" Becky shouted as they walked out.
"You ready for this, babe?" Stiles asked. Scott could literally feel Stiles' excitement as he started pulling their purchases out of the bag. It was three days later and Stiles finally had a night off. He had promised Scott that the next time he was free, they would try out the toys together. "I still can't believe you weren't even curious enough to try one of them," he said, laying them out on the night stand, along with a couple of small hand towels.
"I'd rather just wait and sleep with you," Scott said, wrapping his arms around Stiles from behind. "Why are you so insistent that I try them, anyway?"
Stiles turned around and embraced Scott, who nuzzled his way into the crook of Stiles' neck. "I don't want you to have to delay pleasure because of me. Plus, school will be starting back up again pretty soon, and you like to get your stress out through sex. What are you going to do if I'm not home?"
"Jack off," came Scott's muffled response.
Stiles sighed. "That's sad, Scott, that's truly sad. What are you, 16? Besides, I always thought that sex toys were kind of...I don't know...sexy. The thought of you playing with yourself kind of gets me going," he admitted.
Scott looked up at Stiles. "Really? That's the sort of thing you like?"
Stiles nodded. "I don't know why. I can picture it in my head, and I'm already getting turned on."
Scott extracted himself from Stile's arms and picked up the vibrator, looking it over cautiously. "I suppose it can't hurt..." he said slowly.
Stiles kissed him soundly on the lips. "You're the best, Scotty."
He moved to grab the lube, but Scott grabbed his wrist, dropping the vibrator back on the bedside table. "But we've gotta get warmed up first," Scott said softly, his lips still brushing against Stiles' as he spoke. He pushed their lips back together in a deep kiss. Normally Scott was kind of quiet and submissive, but he always seemed to get more bold and confident during sex.
Stiles' hands ran down Scott's chest and stomach and pulled his shirt off, ripping off his own. As soon as it was visible, he began worshiping Scott's neck with his mouth. He rubbed Scott's muscular chest and gave his nipples and a squeeze and a light tug, eliciting an aroused moan from Scott.
They both dropped their pants and Scott guided Stiles back toward the bed, forcing him to sit down. Scott climbed into Stiles' lap, grinding slowly. He could feel Stiles' erection through their underwear.
Stiles broke the kiss off, gasping for air. "Ready now?" he asked breathlessly. Scott nodded wordlessly. He rolled off of Stiles and peeled off his briefs while Stiles popped open the lube and squirted some onto his fingers. "Bend over," he told Scott, who happily obliged.
Stiles covered his fingers in the lube, and worked his pointer and middle fingers into Scott's tight hole. Scott inhaled sharply and grabbed at the sheets as Stiles worked his fingers in and out. After a couple minutes. Stiles worked a third finger in and Scott moaned like a dog in heat. The lube didn't actually heat up per se, but created this kind of tingling sensation that made Scott's knees weak.
"You ready for the vibrator, babe?" Stiles whispered. Scott only nodded, eyes squeezed shut. "You're going to have to work it yourself. I wanna watch this."
Stiles tossed the vibrator and the lube to Scott and grabbed the fleshlight for himself. Scott was testing the vibration settings when Stiles interrupted. He now had his own underwear off and had the fleshlight open. "Hey, do these look like...my lips?" Stiles asked, showing them to Scott.
Scott blushed slightly. "Um...yeah. That's kind of why I got it..."
Stiles looked at it again and shrugged. "I'll have to try it out sometime." he muttered. "Always wanted to know what it would feel like to blow myself..."
Scott lubed up the vibrator and lined it up with his hole. He took a steadying breath and began to push it in. It was smaller than an actual dick, but it was also more rigid. He continued to move it in slowly until it was all the way in. He pushed it back and forth a couple of times, enjoying the tingling sensation of the lube.
"Try turning it on," Stiles said, his breath heavy. Scott looked over at him. He was kneeling on the bed slowly jacking himself off, his eyes glued on the rubber shaft penetrating his boyfriend. Scott twisted the end of the vibrator and almost jumped as it whirred to life. It was an odd feeling, but not unwelcome. He turned it up to a middling intensity and began to slide it back in and out.
It was unusual feeling, the tremors running throughout his body, but every time he neared his prostate, waves of pleasure overcame him. His dick throbbed and his breathing became short and ragged.
He looked over at his boyfriend. Stiles was stroking himself patiently, a cocky grin on his face. He leaned over and nibbled on Scott's ear, who whimpered in response. "You wanna take it a step further?" he asked. Scott nodded, clenching his eyes shut.
He gasped suddenly as he felt the fleshlight slide over his dick, slowly moving back and forth. Scott moaned as its textured inside stimulated the sensitive head of his penis. Stiles' other hand took over the vibrator, and Scott used both hands to brace himself against the wall.
Eyes still shut, his body was in sensory overload with everything happening to him at once. He didn't know whether to rock into the fleshlight pleasuring him or the vibrator penetrating him. Meanwhile, Stiles' mouth was doing wonderful things to his jaw, neck, and shoulder. "Stiles, I'm gonna-I need to-" he whispered in between short gasps.
Stiles upped the speed of the fleshlight and the intensity of the vibrator until Scott groaned loudly and came. His orgasm was intense, his hips bucking wildly into the rubber lips that so closely resembled those of his boyfriend. Stiles dropped the toys on the bed and began pumping himself furiously. "I'm so close, god, I'm so close..." he whispered. He suddenly shot all over his stomach, throwing his head back and letting out a cry.
As his breathing steadied, he lay down and cleaned himself off with one of the towels towel, passing one to Scott. Scott dried himself off and then settled down next to Stiles, laying his head on his boyfriend's chest. Stiles stroked Scott's hair absently. He gently kissed Scott's forehead, who returned it on Stiles' chest. "What did you think of the toys, babe?" Stiles asked softly.
Scott hummed contentedly. "I think they'll help when you're away. But I think they're more fun to share with you," he admitted.
Stiles laughed gently. "Well, in that case, we'll have to make a return visit to that shop. Her talk of handcuffs got me thinking..."