The Tale of a Rather Good Friendship.

A Sciles fan fiction.

Intro:
Stiles has probably always had a thing for Scott, even throughout their childhood. He's always observed how Scott's body curves, how toned his muscles are how each vein sticks out, the cute way his hair curls, how uneven his jawline is. He notices everything about him, he can't help it though he doesn't even want to, it. Just. Happens.

Notes:
This is my first fanfic and it's definitely smut, I hope you all think it's killer!

Scott's P.O.V

Chapter one-

"Hey, Stiles!" The brown-eyed boy with the light, chocolate colored skin, called out to his counter part. His partner in crime. He was jogging down the hall heading to him with a smile on his face, displaying his perfect white teeth.
"Uh, um. Hey, Scott." Stiles said seeming slightly nervous and tense, he even slightly choked on getting out the slap-dash greeting. The tall, lanky, milk white skinned boy was too jittery to notice the giant smile on his friends face. And he had no idea what it was for, little did he know it's because Scott found his actions oh-so-fucking cute. Scott managed to notice his giant smile, looking like a five year old being offered candy, or a toy. It was too big to not be noticed, but he just couldn't shut off this happy feeling. He couldn't tell why? Was it the way Stiles made him feel? Was is the way he looked? Was it the way he looked? Scott instantly thought of some rather graphic things, just floating through his head, knowing they would never ever be lived. These feelings were so strong, did they get stronger when he was around Stiles? It kind of disappointed him knowing it would never happen, Stiles wasn't gay. Was he?

Stiles P.O.V

Stiles noticed the Latino boys smile, he noticed it with a curiosity that led him to think it was surely about Alison. Did they get back together? That though took a toll on his mood, he thought what he wanted would never happen.
"So, what do you want to do?" He being the first to strike up a conversation. The thoughts of Allison and Scott still a freshly burned wound on his heart, but he decided it's be better than naught to at least keep Scott as his best friend.
"How about a video game marathon, or a movie? Y'know what ever, we don't really hang out anymore." It's true with the pack shit to deal with, and trying not to be killed every other second. "Either is fine, or anything really. I've been so bored." He continued, Stiles hoping that something would happen soon. Something leading to some thoughts that he felt wouldn't happen.

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Sometime later
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"What should we do now?" Scott asked Stiles. Stiles was still thinking about Scott in ways he shouldn't. He hasn't been able to stop since he started to think about it hours ago, it seemed like years. But nonetheless he just had the thought of bending him over a chair or being bent over himself. Stiles had been beaten at Mario Kart at least one thousand times. He still had the thought of taking Scotts mouth in his and just kissing for as long as he could hold the air in his lungs before he needed more to stay conscious.

"Still up for movies? I could probably find one on my laptop." Stiles mood had been slightly lifted so he decided now was the perfect time to joke around, Lord knows why.
"Knowing you probably gay porn or something, like 'Derek Bones Isaac'." Stiles said feigning a laugh feeling a strong wave of regret wash over him after saying that.