"It was a mid-December night, a cold wind blew, and forced a shiver out of Stiles. The cold air was not his cup of tea; he would much rather prefer it to be spring, or even autumn. This wind made him stand on end. He had been waiting much too long for Scott to come and talk about this evenings findings. Scott was supposed to have more information on the kanima, yet at this rate, Stiles was getting sick and tired of his shit and was ready to leave.
Abruptly, he turned on his heel and began to walk, he pulled out his phone and proceeded to call Scott. No rings, just voicemail. He didn't bother to leave one, for he knew that Scott never checked them. While walking he could have swore he heard some rustling, but he payed it no mind. He finally put his phone away after continuously checking for a message from Scott. He looked up and realized he must have made a wrong turn, and had stumbled into a small desolate clearing, devoid of all life, except for the small, and neatly pitched tent on the far side of it.
He proceeded to walk over, but something caught his eye. The slightest movement from his right side, sent him spinning in terror. He pulled his phone out to call 911, but in a spasm of ADHD he dropped it, and stepped on it...twice. Kneeling down, yet still aware of his surroundings, he picked up his cracked and broken phone. While cursing himself for his clumsiness, he heard a twig snap, and felt two hands form around his neck. His attacker spun him around quickly, and covered his mouth and nose, as to stop Stiles from making any obscene noises.
He quickly calmed stiles down by telling him calmly he meant no harm. Stiles nodded, he then let him go. Just as he released him Stiles panted, "Mr. Argent?!"
"Yes, Stiles?" he said in a slightly exasperated tone. "What are you doing here?" asked Stiles. Chris motioned for him to come into the tent, but stiles was reluctant to follow. After a forceful look, Stiles decided it would be best just to go into the tent with the dangerous, tall, muscular, and deadly man.
Once inside, Chris zipped up the tent and turned to stiles. "I was actually watching you, for once. I thought you might have some information on Scott, and I was curious; in addition, I just wanted to watch you." "what do you mean?" Probed Stiles. "This." said Chris. He threw a forceful hand forward and took a hold of Stiles's crotch. Stiles leaped in surprise and tried to back away, but Chris kept a firm hold. "I-I-I-uh, umm, don't you have a wife?" asked Stiles still slightly in shock. "Yeah, but she's a royal bitch." replied Chris. "Besides, I find you and your demeanor, wayyyyy more attractive."
For the first time, Stiles took a look around the tent. There were two blankets, two pillows and a lantern, that gave light to the entire tent. And up until this point he hadn't noticed the enlargement of the package that rested behind his zipper, until Chris's thumb moved back and forth in anticipation. "I see that you enjoy my touch, how about a little bit more?" said Chris with a slight smile on his face. He carefully unzipped Stiles's jeans and dropped to his knees. He pulled his jeans down and caressed the bulge, held tight to Stiles's skin by his briefs.
At this point Stiles had removed his shirt and was anticipating Chris's next move. He leaned in a put his mouth over Stiles's covered cock, and ran his mouth up and down the side. Moaning in pleasure, Stiles ran his fingers through Chris's semi-short hair. While his cock moved, and squirmed to get out of its cloth prison, Chris brought his hands up and rubbed stiles's nipples just enough so they were hard. Working with both hands and mouth, stiles progressively became larger, until his solid, slim, and wet cock was pushing his boxers away from his skin and into Chris's mouth.
Spotted with precum, stiles's boxers were torn off and cast aside. Feeling Chris's hands on his ankles, he wondered what was going to happen next, that was untill he no longer felt the ground beneath his feet, but under his back. Immediately, chris decided to go to work, using his hand, mouth , and just a little bit of teeth, (giving Stiles the edge and slight pain that chris felt necessary) he worked up and down, and all around on his meaty cock, using all of his will and aggressiveness getting stiles onto the edge of orgasm.
Slowing down so stiles wouldn't release just yet, he was planning for Stiles to build it up and release it all at the end. He shed his own clothes with a quickness only an Argent could have. Stiles was a good nine and a quarter inches, but Chris was a full on ten! He then lay himself on top of stiles, their cocks pressing together, tingling, and rubbing in sync, as they rocked in unison. Stiles, feeling anxious for once, rushed his head in for the first kiss. Their lips locked, leaving a seal stronger than black mountain ash.
Their tongues came together in a non-formidable way, skipping the greeting, and heading right to the action. Twisting and turning until their hearts content. "I knew i had this feeling somewhere." said Stiles after reluctantly pulling away from the kiss. Chris, with an exasperated smile on his face replied, "then let me show you how i feel, i know you've never felt this before. He removed his hands from Stiles's abs and pushed them hard between his legs, breaking the barrier between his manhood and his homosexuality.
He quickly pulled his first two fingers out realizing that Stiles was ready for anything that went in. Having no need for a condom, Chris and stiles silently agreed between heavy breathing, that bareback was fine. he lifted Stiles's legs up, and bent Stiles's knees over his shoulders. With Stiles's knees resting firmly on Chris's shoulders, he rubbed on a little spit and shoved in. Instantly Stiles screamed louder than anyone Chris had ever heard. Instantly he covered his mouth with his own. his tongue going down Stiles's throat ever so smoothly.
He pulled away and went to work, rubbing every orphis of Stiles's lean and exposed body, exploring areas and crevices he never thought existed. He started going faster, and soon he heard stiles moaning and whimpering in pain. While going, still, he placed his hands flat on Stiles's chest and said, "Look me in the eyes and don't let yours stray. Everything will be okay, I promise." Stiles looked up into his entrancing blue eyes and nodded. Chris removed his hands, and moved them to Stiles's cock, working up and down as quick as, and in sync with himself inside Stiles.
After about five minutes, Stiles's eyes began to falter, and he began to gasp , becoming close to release. "Look at me." said Chris. "I want to see your face, and i want you to see mine when we release...together." "Okay." replied Stiles between gasps. As Chris moved faster, so did his hands. Soon after their breathing became more ragged, and as chris pumped harder and harder his groaning became more apparent and aggressive. Leaning in for a final kiss, they connect. Moaning in unison they both release.
The gooey substance shooting from stiles's penis reached even his face! . The cum covered Stiles's chest and face, and filled his ass. He licked away what was around his mouth and let Chris start on the rest. He worked his way up and down Stiles's stomach with his tongue, only pausing every few passes to swallow his mouthful. He then proceeded to wipe it off of Stiles's face and lick his own fingers, all the while both of them were moaning in exhaustion.
Stiles rolled onto his newly cleaned stomach and began to drift off into sleep, but Chris stopped him short. "We're not done here." He gave a glance at stiles ass and remembered the load he shot in there. Licking his lips, he smiled and said, "I still have some cleaning up to do.