"Yeah but Scott... he's so fucking hot!"

Scott shook his head in annoyance and disagreement. "That doesn't matter Stiles, Derek's got so much baggage and you don't wanna get involved with him, trust me!"

Stiles glared at him. "What do you even know about guys anyway? You're straight, you don't know what you're talking about."

Scott blushed and turned away. He had never really discussed his sexuality with Stiles, and considering he had only dated girls in the past it had never been a subject that came up. There was one little problem with that though.

"Something wrong Scott?"

Yes there was something wrong, because Scott had been in love with Stiles for as long as he could remember, and he didn't know how to tell him. Truthfully, he thought maybe Derek and Stiles would be good for each other, but he didn't want to lose Stiles. But what really was there to lose?

"Scott?!" Scott turned around to face Stiles.

"Um, yeah I'm fine... I just have a lot on my mind..." Stiles rested his hand on Scott's shoulder and he felt his ears start to burn again. "Look, I know you're still upset about Allison... I'm here for you though! If you need to talk, go ahead!"

Scott nodded and took a deep breath. Yes, he was definitely upset about Allison, but not for the reason he should have been. He was upset because he wasn't upset. Because he had stopped loving Allison shortly after they broke up, as soon as he realized who his one true anchor was, who it had always been.

"Well... Look you don't need to hear all of this again Stiles, you've been through a lot too..." Stiles sat down on the bed. "Is there something else going on?"

Scott frowned. "What do you mean?" He shrugged. "I don't know, but whenever we hang out you always seem so distant. I just don't get it, we tell each other everything!"

Scott sat down on the bed next to him and sighed deeply. "Ok, so did I ever tell you about what happened after I broke up with Allison? My mom helped me find a new anchor to latch onto to help me with all of the wolf stuff, and I'm pretty sure she thought that I chose myself as an anchor. Well I didn't..."

Stiles raised an eybrow and shifted awkwardly. "So who was it?"

"You."

There was a silence as Stiles mulled it over in his head. "I mean I'm flattered but... why? I mean I know we've been best friends forever and shit but for something so serious, I would think you would choose someone, I don't know... stronger? Braver? Better than me?"

Scott smirked, partially in frustration and partially in amusement at how oblvious Stiles had been. "You don't get it do you? Stiles, there isn't anyone better than you."

And then their faces were attached; at first Stiles was hesitant but then he let go and kissed back. Their lips slid and their tongues hungrily explored each other's mouths. Scott decided that he liked kissing Stiles much more than he had ever liked kissing any girl. Something about it seemed so different, but then again it could just be the fact that it was Stiles.

Scott swung one of his legs over Stiles' and pushed him down onto the bed, their faces in constant contact. Scott kissed his cheek, then his jawline, and then his neck. Stiles gasped and his hands grabbed Scott's shirt, pulling him close as if he was scared he would leave him. Scott smiled up at him and whispered, "My mom doesn't get home from work for another couple of hours..."

Stiles smiled and bit his lip, saying with a wink, "Go close the door, just in case."