Tell Your Father
by
Scott broke away from Stiles lips.
"You really should tell him, he's your father"
"I know" was all Stiles said before locking his lips with Scott again. Scott allowed this for a few moments and then pulled away again.
"I'm serious. He deserves know"
"I don't wanna talk about my dad while were doing this. You can understand how that could be a turn off for me right" Scott was the one who lent forwards this time. Instead of smashing lips together and dueling with their tongues, Scott instead bit down lightly on Stiles lower lip and begun to suck. Scott then rubbed his hands down Stiles shirted chest and grabbed a fist full of fabric. He tugged upwards and they broke away from Stiles lip momentarily so that he could pull it all the way off.
"Well then we'll talk about this afterwards" Scott said before reengaging his mission to suck-off Stiles lip. Stiles didn't really hear what Scott was saying. He was too lost in the moment to pair words and understanding in his mind. With Scott attacking his lower lip he reached down into his jeans and adjusted his boner. When Scott became aware of what his partner was up to he slapped the arm and then reached down unbuttoned and unzipped Stiles Jeans and reached into the lap he was currently sitting on. He grabbed Stiles erection and squeezed it teasingly.
"Stiles" came the sheriff's voice in the hall, followed by the door opening. Both Scott and Stiles froze, but it was far too late. The scene before Stile's father said it all. Stiles sitting on the side of the bed, half naked with his shirt on the floor. Scott sitting on Stiles lap with wearing nothing but his blood red boxers, one hand wrapped around the back of Stiles head while the other reached into a Stiles pants. And then they had their lips together. It would be hard to misunderstand this scenario.
Scott pulled back from Stiles lip but he didn't dare turn around. Stiles, who was looking at his father who looked like a deer caught in a cars head lights and hit twice, hissed and shouted "Damn it!"
"I think I'll let you two alone" said the stunned father, shutting the door. Neither boy made a move while they listened to the dads footsteps echo down the hall and then down the stairs.
"That's fucking great! Are you happy now, he knows" said Stiles.
"It'd been better for you if you'd just told him months ago."
"Oh yeah, hey dad I'm fucking with my best friend. I have no interest in girls. It just rolls right off the tongue"
"It sounds like it just did"
"Shut up and fuck me" Stiles demanded leaning forwards to taste Scott's lips again. But Scott refused him access.
"I'll be happy to after you go talk to your dad"