Scott grinned at his boyfriend as Stiles drove home from school. Luckily practice got cancelled so he could have one on one time with Stiles in his bedroom. When they got to Scott's house, Scott kissed Stiles all the way up the stairs until they made it to his bed. Scott gently pushed Stiles onto his bed.

"I've been wanting to get you in bed all day. You're such a dirty tease," Scott said unzipping Stiles's jeans as Stiles laid back on the bed with a smirk.

"I do my best Scotty."

Scott tossed away the jeans and moved to kiss Stiles. Stiles moaned into the kiss. As much as they enjoy doing other things with each other, the simple act of kissing was always appreciated. Stiles looked Scott in the eyes with a soft smile. "I can't believe that after 12 years of friendship, we finally got together. I never thought it would happen."

Scott agreed. "I know. I wonder if we would have ever gotten together if I hadn't become a werewolf and received all these amazing werewolf senses."

"I would like to believe that we would have," Stiles replied honestly. "In fact, my plan was to confess my undying love to you after graduation so if you didn't return my affections I would run away and never see you again."

Scott frowned. "I wouldn't have been happy with that. I cannot live without you in my life Stiles."

Stiles pulled him in for a passionate kiss. After a few minutes, Scott moved down Stiles' body slowly, teasing Stiles in all the sensitive places. Scott ripped his boxers off and set to work on pleasuring his boyfriend. All Scott heard was the sweet sounds his boyfriend was making. He didn't hear his moms car pull up into the driveway and park. He didn't hear her enter the house and call out their names. He didn't hear her footsteps getting closer to his room. However, he did hear her scream. Stiles sat up screaming and Scott turned around and yelled.

"MOM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Once Melissa regained her composure she turned away from the naked boys, told them to get dressed and to meet her downstairs in five minutes. Scott looked at Stiles apologetically. Stiles' face turned a shade of red Scott didn't know existed.

"Dude, you're a werewolf with werewolf hearing," Stiles whispered resting his forehead on Scott's shoulder. "This is the most embarrassing moment of my life. Your mom is going to hate me and never look at me the same way again. She'll ban me from ever sleeping over here again. She'll probably ban our relationship. This isn't how I wanted her to find out about us. We should have told her. What if she tells my dad? I'm not ready for my dad to know yet. What if she hates me and never wants to see me again? I love your mom. I don't want to lose her but I especially don't want to lose you."

Scott forced Stiles to look him directly in the eyes. "You're never going to lose me. I promise you. I love you. Whether or not my mom approves, it doesn't really matter. I know you're the one for me. Let's go get this over with. You going to be ok?"

"No. I'm thinking I'm about to have a panic attack."

Scott wrapped his arms around his boyfriend comforting him. "I love you Stiles. Always and forever. No matter what."

Stiles nodded, took a few deep breaths, and followed his boyfriend downstairs to face the wrath of Melissa. When they walked into the dining room, they found a box of condoms on the table.

"How long has this been going on," Melissa asked the boys. "I'm sad that you didn't tell me. Did you think I wouldn't approve? Scott, I love you. I love you too Stiles. Gah, I did not want to see that."

"Mom, I'm sorry," Scott apologized glancing at Stiles who was looking anywhere but at Melissa. "I didn't mean for you to find out like that. I didn't know you were home. I guess I was so caught up in Stiles that I didn't hear you."

"You're a werewolf Scott. You have werewolf senses. I don't know what to say. I mean, you're both old enough to choose what you want to do. I guess I can ask that you can be more discreet and use protection. Maybe put a sock on the door or something?"

If Scott wasn't so humiliated about what happened, he would have laughed at how awkward his mother was acting. "I'm glad that you're ok with us mom. I really love Stiles. We've been together for about six months now. We wanted to tell both of you, but were afraid to because we didn't know how you would react."

"I love you so much son. If Stiles brings you happiness then I am so happy. I cannot say that I am completely surprised though. Just try to be more careful I guess. Leave a warning in case I come home early."

"Mom, do you think you can keep this to yourself for the time being? Literally no one else knows. Well, except maybe Isaac and Derek, but that's because they're werewolves and can probably sense it but they haven't said anything. Although Isaac told me that if I ever wanted to talk about something he would be there when I was ready to talk. Just don't say anything especially to Sherriff Stilinski."

Scott looked at Stiles who was remarkably quiet during the whole conversation. Scott wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and wiped away a couple tears that slid down his pink cheeks.

Melissa looked at Stiles and her heart broke. Stiles looked so scared. She got up and walked over to hug her two boys. "I promise that I won't say anything to anyone, especially your father Stiles. Although, I think you should tell him because he loves you more than anything and would accept you no matter what."

"I'm sorry Melissa. Am I still allowed to sleep over?" Stiles had a hint of a smile on his face.

Melissa smiled and looked at her son who looked at her hopefully. "I can't force the two of you to not have sex. However, you may continue to stay over as long as you can try to refrain from having sex while I'm in the house please."

Both boys looked at each other in relief. "We're going to go back upstairs and talk." Scott pulled his boyfriend to his bedroom and closed the door.

"Scott, please next time, use your freaking werewolf senses to hear if anyone is coming around before we end up caught again!"

Scott promised he would. However, he wasn't a perfect person.