Liam had an alpha. That much was clear ever since that night on that damn rooftop of Beacon Hills Memorial, where he'd almost become wendigo chow, and Scott McCall had come to his rescue and-although accidentally- turned him. And Scott McCall was an excellent alpha. And not just an alpha; he was Scott's friend, and he knew that he could count on him whenever he needed help, and he would come running. He knew their bond was strong, and Scott's friendship meant the world to him. Without him, he would probably have been wendigo chow. And not only that, Scott had taken responsibility for his actions, and had shown Liam all he needed to know about being a werewolf, had shown him the ropes.
And while Liam had recently discovered he was gay, that's all his alpha was to Liam: a friend. Sure, Scott was cute; the puppy-dog eyes, that very adorable yet-slightly-crooked jaw of his… he was hot, Liam guessed.
But he wasn't Stiles.
Stiles had attracted Liam ever since the night he'd discovered Scott had turned him, and Liam had met him. He'd immediately noticed how beautiful Stiles was: the hazel eyes, the freckles running down the side of his cheek…
But most of all, Liam loved Stiles' personality, particularly his wicked sense of humor; how he had a way to turn even the bleakest situation into a joke. Liam loved someone who could make him laugh no matter the circumstances.
Although, sometimes it was the other way around: Stiles sometimes said bleak comments himself. Liam had overheard Stiles' comment to Scott asking about if they were going to end up burying the pieces of his body in the woods. Needless to say, this had made Liam very uncomfortable-and he had already been uncomfortable; being tied up in a bathtub wasn't exactly a pleasing experience.
All of this had combined to give Liam quite the little crush on the older boy, who always treated him like a little brother, throwing snarky comments at him on a daily basis, meant to annoy Liam but who took them as a sign that he had maybe grown fond of his best friend's beta.
Maybe.
This all didn't matter, though. Stiles had no interest in boys. He'd made that clear with his evident crush on Lydia all these years, pining after her day in and day out since the third grade. Or so he'd heard from Scott. But now Lydia was dating Parrish, and Stiles almost felt sorry for the guy seeing as how he knew all too well how hard unrequited feelings for someone hurt. Problem was, in his case, it was for Stiles himself.
So Liam was determined to ignore his feelings for Stiles until such a time where Stiles were to return them. Which, so far, only seemed like a likely scenario in his dreams. And he'd had a lot of those. With Stiles. Sometimes on repeated nights. And they were of the naughty kind. Which, of course, made Liam very aroused throughout these very pleasant dreams, but when he woke up the feelings quickly turned to guilt.
So it was with this new goal in mind that he had woken up on the next of the-now many- full moons that he had been forced to undertake. Liam was not the biggest fan of those. He knew what they brought: chaos to both his mind and his body, and although Scott had been very diligent in training Liam in order to suppress his inner wolf during these quite eventful nights, he still had a lot to learn.
So he was waiting outside of his house to be picked up by Scott to go to the tree stump where they had now decided to tie Liam up in order to keep him safe during his full moons. The experience was terrible, but having Scott there helped. He was unreplaceable during those nights. But Liam would lie if he said he didn't mind the nights when Stiles accompanied them. In fact, he preferred them.
So imagine Liam's wonderful surprise when Stiles himself had pulled up to Liam's house in his Jeep-where many of his sex dreams and fantasies had with his crush had taken place- by himself.
Liam nervously walked forward as Stiles got down from his Jeep and walked towards Liam, dressed in his usual sneakers- this time brown- and jeans, with his trademark hoodie draped across his torso over his red T-shirt. That was another thing Liam loved about the senior: he never dressed to impress. He was just himself.
''Hey, Tiny-wolf.'' Said Stiles, wasting no time in doling out his sarcastic comments. ''You know, I half-expected to have to dig you out of a hole in your backyard with a bone in your mouth at this point in time. Which is why I was late: I wanted to give you time to go nuts. Maybe post your wolfy behavior on YouTube.''
Liam smiled. ''Hey, dude. Where's Scott?''
''Well, Melissa apparently forgot to tell Scott not to let the bedbugs bite last night, cause they did. Hard.''
''What?'' Liam was not in the mood tonight for riddles. ''What happened?''
''He has the flu, hence the bug joke.'' Stiles said, matter-of-factly. ''Sorry, I've been meaning to get you a copy of my list of sarcastic jokes no one but me really likes.''
Liam frowned, knowing all too well there was no book but still wanting to see how long he could run with this. ''There's a book?''
Stiles rolled his eyes. ''Yes, Liam. It's right next to the one that I wrote on how to detect my sarcasm, which, evidently, I should give to you first.''
Liam smiled again, on the inside this time. God, he loved these talks.
''Anyways'', Stiles continued. ''It appears as though I'm on full moon duty today.''
The young beta's heart suddenly jumped to his throat with excitement. ''You are?''
''Yes. But if you bite me, Liam, so help me God, I'll leave you in the middle of the woods for you to attack innocent people and eat their innards in nothing but your tighty-whities.
''No, you won't.'' Liam reassured him as they both got in the Jeep. ''You know for a fact Scott would throw a fit.''
''The fit I can handle.'' Stiles countered as he pulled out of Liam's driveway. ''What I'm not planning on putting up with is going full YOLO once a month like some twisted, male version of the menstrual cycle.''
Liam had to laugh at that. ''Seriously? You could've compared it with any other monthly occurrence and yet you chose that.''
''You know me.'' Stiles said with a small smile. ''I can't run away from inappropriate comments that make people uncomfortable.''
''That's true.'' the werewolf admitted. ''But I don't see the harm in that.''
Stiles suddenly looked at him, as if Liam's comment had taken him aback. ''You don't?''
Liam, blushed, suddenly embarrassed by the way the older boy was looking at him, but somehow managed to say. ''No. It's one of your best qualities, in fact. Keeps things light even in the face of certain death.''
Stiles turned his attention back to the road just as a truck was threatening to crash into them (in true daytime-soap style) their way, but Liam was glad to see that he had been pleased by Liam's compliment.
''Yeah, well, if you ever find yourself in such a situation, give me a call, Tiny-wolf. And even if you do die, I'll be sure to entertain the Grim Reaper enough while he-well, reaps thy soul. Maybe that way the trip to Heaven won't be so depressing.''
Liam blushed even more at the unexpected and yet truly Stiles-unique reply, and laid back in his seat while saying. ''I'll be sure to do that.''
''Good.'' Stiles said, managing to evade the car and was now speeding right towards the creepy woods where the night's proceedings would continue in earnest. ''Now let me drive. Unless you want me to crash my Jeep and make that moment come a little bit sooner.''
''Cause we'll die a painful death?''
''Yeah, or we miraculously survive and I kill you anyway for killing my baby.''
''What baby?'' Liam really was confused this time.
''This baby right here.'' Stiles knocked a fist on the dash of the Jeep. ''She's my one and only.''
Liam rolled his eyes.
Unfortunately, the conversation was cut short by the moon coming out from the backs of the trees, and hitting Liam right in the face.
Suddenly every inch of self-control he had gathered from Scott's training started to get away from him, seemingly forgotten in the haze that was slowly becoming his mind.
Stiles suddenly realized what had happened, and grabbed Liam by the shoulder. ''Whoa there, Liam!'' he screamed. ''You need to fight it.''
''No shit!'' Liam yelled back, looking at Stiles with a murderous look.
Stiles looked at him with a concerned-perhaps even frightened- expression. Liam suddenly realized he had turned, and hit the gas pedal hard, sending the latter flying against the passenger seat, which only seemed to make him angrier.
''What is wrong with you?!'' the beta screamed, the curse suddenly making his blood boil with anger at his beloved.
''Hang onto those tighty-whities I mentioned earlier, Liam. We're almost there.''
