A/N: Strong Language.
It was scandalous.
Perverse to some even.
For the life of him, Scott couldn't understand it. Sure he'd been attracted to Liam's best friend for a while now. He told himself that it wass mainly because he was human. He was open-minded, always helpful. Super friendly. Mason being cute was just a plus. He never really paid attention to what he wore. He'd nod at a Jacket that matched Mason's eyes. Or he'd casually bring up to Stiles when Mason had gotten a new haircut.
He didn't have a thing for any clothing that Mason owned, until one hot evening at the Gym...
Scott was trying to concentrate on the Blonde hotties smiling at him in front of him. He was able to relax. This is what he should be doing. Looking at Bouncy blondes that he had a chance with. Trying, to keep his eyes away from Mason's ass, when he finally glanced and gulped. He turned up the volume on his phone, until he realised that Stiles had downloaded Girl-band pop, his eyes wondered down Mason's lower back, smelling that drip his sweat on his bare arms.
"Woah..." Scott said as he felt an arm pulling him off of the tread-mill.
"Scott a word about the danger of Pop-rock on gym equipment's let's go" Stiles said dragging him into the locker rooms.
"What?. I mean the Katy Perry Tracks aren't so bad.." Scott says.
"Sarcasm my friend! Scott you were turning out there, just ask Mason out already!"
Scott blinked rapidly. This was the first time stiles had mentioned anything out loud. He knew that if Stiles knew it would only be a matter of time before his pack found out. Liam, would try to kill him again, and who knew what Mason would think.
"It's the sweat-pants!" Scott exclaimed. Maybe I've just got a thing for Grey sweat-pants that's all"
"Let's put it to the test" Stiles said looking around until he smiled at Brett Talbot's Rucksack.