*many many thanks to orionastro, for reading all of my crap and giving me this great idea!*

Danny smiled, resting his head against the wall behind him. He panted, dreamily half-closing his eyes as a satisfied smile crept across his face. He couldn't help feeling like everything was perfect. The room was warm as a breeze came in through the open window, and a soft, filtered light illuminated the perfect scene. Scott's toned, tanned form lay next to him, his bronzed abs rising and falling as he caught his breath. Stiles almost couldn't believe how perfect everything was. The weather was nice, he and Scott had the house to themselves for a few more hours, and he was lucky enough to have an incredibly attractive, tanned, muscular, naked boy in his bed. The mattress bounced and creaked beneath him as Scott climbed off, puttering around Danny's small bedroom as he collected the discarded clothing. The bigger boy smiled as he watched Scott's perky, tanned butt bounce around the room. "Hey Scott?" he called. Scott turned around to face Danny, holding his clothes in his thick arms. "Thanks."

"For what?" Scott's crooked face took the mystified, dense look that Danny had seen many times since they'd first met.

Danny's dimples deepened as he chuckled. "You know... That thing you did."

"Oh, yeah," Scott blushed, and his eyes dropped to the floor as he began busying himself with putting on his clothes. "Don't... get used to it. Like I said, I don't think I can take that every day."

Danny and Scott had gotten kinkier than usual. They'd started having sex a few weeks prior, as a means of simply getting off. Scott was looking to fulfill his needs while he and Allison were broken up. However, it had developed into more of a relationship as the lines between their friendship and their romance had begun to blur. Since then, however, Scott had been carefully hiding their relationship from Derek and his pack. It didn't feel right to tell them, since they weren't actually dating. But he was never comfortable hiding a secret from the other wolves, since they could easily tell when he was lying.

"So, I was thinking, maybe it's time," Scott said as he slipped on his maroon t-shirt. He avoided Danny's dark eyes, adjusting the fabric over his torso.

"Time for what?" Danny said, casually putting his hands behind his head, using them to comfort his skull as it rested against the wall. His huge biceps flexed as he did so.

Scott looked at the boy on the bed, having difficulty focusing with the naked boy on display so close. "To tell Derek," he said, meeting the boy's eyes. "About us."

Danny was quiet, reflecting for a moment. His eyes traveled up and down Scott's muscular form, pondering the possibilities. He didn't feel like he really loved Scott, but he enjoyed spending time with him, and he enjoyed the sex. He was fairly certain that Scott felt the same, which is why he was surprised that the Beta wanted to take this step. "If that's what you want," Danny said uneasily, now feeling exposed as he lay on his bed. He slid from the bed, crouching down to collect some of his clothes.

"Would tomorrow be okay?" Scott asked, leaning against the open window through which he'd come. "I'll drive you home from school, and we can go to the subway station."

Danny stopped collecting the clothes, dropping them on the floor. Suddenly, everything seemed to be happening too fast. He stood up straight, with his back to Scott. Rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, he thought through the entire situation. He didn't really love Scott, but they'd only been together for a few weeks. In fact, he was unsure of how long they'd actually been 'together', since it had started out as innocuous fun. When had it actually turned into a relationship? Had it? Were they actually dating? It felt more like they were still friends, but with sex. What was that called? Friends with benefits. That's how he felt, but clearly Scott felt differently. For a while, Stiles could tell that his best friend was interested in guys. He hadn't actually 'come out' as gay yet. In fact, it was possible that Scott wasn't necessarily gay. Danny realized that his friend was significantly more invested in the relationship than he was.

Danny had always been better able to understand other people's emotions than most. It probably had something to do with the fact that he'd had to act like a therapist to both of his parents as he bounced between them after the divorce. He tried to gain some perspective on why his friend was acting the way that he was. Well, it was clear that Scott was gay, or at least liked men. So maybe he was connecting his homosexuality with his relationship with Danny. So, Danny figured, by telling people about their relationship, he'd be coming out. Scott was probably trying to fill the void that Allison had left, and found in Danny a willing substitute. He was probably more invested because he wanted to feel validated. He was probably clinging to Danny because he assumed that the attraction that he felt to the boy was love. In reality, they were just good friends, and had sex on the side. Furthermore, Danny was one of the only gay men that Scott knew, so maybe he'd just flocked to the first gay man he could find. Unfortunately, Danny had grown to like Scott even more as they spent more time together. He didn't love his partner, but he enjoyed talking to him and spending time with him. As such, Scott had misinterpreted their friendship as love, probably because of the sex.

Satisfied that he'd figured it out, Danny turned around to face Scott, asking "Do you love me?" He was hoping that the sudden question would catch him off guard, making him analyze his feelings. Instead, Danny was caught off guard. As he turned to look Scott in the eye, he was surprised to find the space previously occupied by the boy empty. He'd jumped out the window while Danny had stood, thinking. His posture slouched as his shoulders stooped. Now he'd have to go public with his relationship with Scott.

Hearing his door opening behind him, Danny turned, expecting to see Scott. He realized why Scott had left in such a hurry. Mr. Mahealani was poking his head through the door, about to talk to his son.

"Dad!" Danny shrieked, his tanned face and broad chest rapidly turning red as he grabbed for something to cover his genitals with.