Chapter II

A/N: Hello! Sorry for the late update, my life has been real hectic lately and I haven't had time to really sit down with a clear head and write, so I apologize to all the beautiful people that followed and favorited me and my story when I posted the first chapter. I hope you love this new one, and I apologize in advance that it's SO long and mostly fluff, I couldn't find a good part to split it in two :/

The whole car ride home was hands down the most uncomfortable 15 minutes of Liam's life.

The worst part was the silence. He knew for a fact that Stiles wouldn't exactly be too keen on discussing his best friend's beta tackling him and subsequently straddling him in a muddy clearing in the middle of the woods-a place that none of the members of Scott's pack had any particularly pleasing memories of in the first place- and kissed him passionately while wolfed out.

Yup. Liam was sure no one in their right mind would want to address that.

But then again, Stiles was not a particularly sane person, so Liam had hoped just a bit that he would be okay with this. Or at least okay enough to tell him it was fine or something. He thought their friendship meant enough to Stiles for him to at least give him the courtesy to let him down easy.

But he wasn't doing that. Instead, he was grabbing the steering wheel of his Jeep so tight his knuckles were white-well, whiter than usual-, eyes completely focused on the road, a look of complete and utter shock still on his face. Maybe even horror.

And Liam couldn't exactly blame him, so he just reclined back in his seat and tried not to cry. Liam had never been the crying type. But, God, he would be lying if he didn't want to curl up into a ball and sob until there were no more sobs left in him right now.

Or maybe dig a hole in the ground like Stiles himself had suggested. But instead of doing it to dig bones, he would be digging it to crawl into it and just let the earth swallow him.

Whichever it was, Liam was sure he wanted to not exist right now. He'd gone and screwed up the one thing he was sure he wanted: someone who loved him unconditionally. Sure, when it came to Stiles, that love wasn't sexual in the slightest, but he was still there whenever the young beta needed him, and Liam was 100% sure he couldn't live without that.

He just couldn't. And didn't want to.

But now his wolf had gone out of control and manhandled the poor guy and mouth-raped him. And he was sure Stiles hated him right now. Probably was disgusted with him, even. He was sure to brush his teeth when he got home, wanting nothing that reminded him of that damn kiss in his system.

Liam hated himself even more as he thought that, despite the circumstances, he had loved kissing Stiles. It was what he had wanted since the first week after they met. He'd fallen hard and fast for him, and now he had finally touched his lips to his.

And despite how horrible he felt about doing it, he had still greatly enjoyed the moment.

The only thing that would've made it better was if Stiles had kissed back. But he didn't. And he would never do so now.

Not after tonight.

They had arrived at Liam's place, and Stiles parked his Jeep right in front of his porch. But he still refused to look at Liam, which made the latter's heart swell with guilt and pain. Raw, unrelenting pain.

''Stiles…'' Liam said, perfectly aware of the fact that his words sounded more like sobs. ''Can… can you at least look at me? Please…''

The human sitting next to him hesitated for a second. But then he sighed and locked his eyes- whose unique shade of light brown had always seemed mesmerizing to Liam- to the other boy. Both of them wore looks of wariness and sorrow in their gazes.

For a second, neither of them spoke. And then Stiles said:

''Liam, just…'' he sighed again, evidently uncomfortable about the words that were about to come out of his mouth. ''Just get out of the car. For goodness sakes, just… go.''

It was at that moment that Liam couldn't hold himself together any longer. At the sound of those words, he let loose a tear, the moisture oddly soothing against the blushed right cheek it went down from.

His worst fears had been realized. He'd been right: Stiles couldn't even stand the sight of him.

''Okay…'' he somehow managed to say before he climbed out of the car.

And then as he was going towards his front door with a hole the size of Texas in his chest, he turned back, tears now streaming down his face from both sides.

''Stiles?''

The boy looked at him once again, this time his expression softened by Liam's obvious crying. ''What?''

''For what it's worth… I'm sorry.''

And goddamn it if that wasn't the truth. Liam felt sorrier about this than he had ever been about anything else in his miserable life. And that was saying a lot, considering the hell his 16 short years on this wonderful planet we called Earth had been.

And then Stiles said something to him right before driving away. Something that made Liam feel even worse- if that was even possible.

He said: ''I know.''

Stiles sped away from Liam's house at the speed of light with a single promise to himself as he processed the events of this very eventful night:

He wasn't going to allow himself to be sorry for Liam.

Sure, the guy was out of control as he was groping him and clashing lips with him under the moonlight like a bad Team Jacob fanfiction-where Stiles was a much sexier and dramatically versatile version of Bella-, but he had still done it. Without Stiles' consent.

Granted, people didn't just stop and nicely ask people if they wanted to kiss you in the spur of the moment, not unless they were complete dorks, and Stiles wasn't sure Liam was a dork. At least not while in full-on Tiny-wolf mode.

But he still thought Liam should've told him. After all, they had grown very close over the few months since Liam had become Scott's beta. Stiles wouldn't have minded in the slightest that Liam had a little crush on him.

After all, he'd always wanted to know if he was attractive to gay guys. Danny Mahealani was a testament to that.

And now he did. And at least as far as Liam was concerned, he was very attractive to him.

But Liam hadn't said anything, and he had kept his feelings a secret. Sure, it must've been hard for Liam, and he probably thought Stiles would not want to be his friend anymore if he did, which Stiles knew would crush the poor guy. Tonight's events had proven that. But he still thought he had earned the right to know.

Maybe… maybe if he had, he would've welcomed tonight's kiss. Stiles had always been bi-curious. He'd always wanted to know what being with a guy felt like.

And Liam was a real nice guy. Sure, he was considerable younger than he was, but he was always so cute. His banter with him was always a nice distraction from Stiles' issues, including his unrequited love for Lydia.

But now he was the object of unrequited love. Gay love.

Finally, Stiles arrived home, and as he opened the front door and started the ascent up the stairs to his room that now he did pretty much without the assistance of his brain, he broke his promise to himself: he felt really bad about everything. He kept replaying Liam's tearful exit from his Jeep, his heart split in two because Stiles had been barely articulate since the kiss, and he'd later dismissed Liam coldly instead of trying to comfort his friend. Not that he was sure how you could comfort someone of the same sex after they kiss you. But still, he should've said something. Anything except go all Han Solo on the guy.

So as he changed into his PJs, guilt gnawed at his insides. God only knew how bad Liam was right now. And it was all his fault. He now realized that. and plopped himself on his bed to try and make sleep find him, he found himself wondering if he had actually liked being kissed by Liam.

And as he found himself stroking his now-erect member through his jeans at the thought, he realized:

He had. Very much.

Liam decided to skip school altogether the next day. He was not about sit through hours and hours of teachers droning on and on about stuff he really couldn't give a flying fuck about when he was pretty much as depressed as he could possibly be that morning.

Plus, as expected, he hadn't slept a wink last night and, as he walked towards the mirror that morning, found horrible circles under his eyes, which in turn were red and puffy from crying all night over what had happened.

The knowledge that he had let himself go like that and ruined one of the few things that was absolutely amazing about his life just because he had no self-control was unbearable. It appears as though Scott's lessons had been useless to him.

Oh, dear God. Scott!

He had completely forgotten about his sick alpha. What was he going to think about him putting the moves-quite creepily, he might add- on his best friend since he was 5 years old? He knew Scott. He was awfully protective of Stiles. He would probably be furious.

Although, Scott was not a guy who easily jumped down people's throats. So maybe he would go easily on him. Besides, Liam was his beta. It wasn't like he could just cut his ties with him that easily.

At least he sure hoped not. If he lost both his mate and his alpha on the same day over this, Liam would not be able to forgive himself. He would crumble faster than a game of Jenga.

Who knows? Maybe Scott would even help him with his situation. He sure was the type to selfishly help those in need.

So, after faking a fever to his dad (a practice he had gotten increasingly good at over the years, which was doubly surprising when you considered the fact that his dad was a doctor), he made a bowl of chicken soup and reluctantly walked towards Scott's house, hoping to God he wouldn't make the poor guy feel even worse.

As it was the middle of the day, he couldn't go fast on his four legs as Scott had taught him, so he walked normally to his destination. Unfortunately, this allowed Liam to feel progressively nervous about the whole thing as he got closer to the house. His alpha didn't even know he was gay! And in a few minutes, Liam was gonna drop that bombshell followed by the nuclear bomb that the person who he had kissed and now needed to apologize to was Scott's best friend. Not exactly the most appealing conversation to have with your friend. How would Scott react? He hoped the chicken soup he had brought over softened the blow.

With these encouraging thoughts in mind, he knocked on Scott's door.

Melissa McCall answered. Liam guessed from this that Scott was still ill, and that she had stayed home from work today to take care of her son.

''Oh, hello, Liam!'' Melissa said, smiling brightly. ''Are you here to visit Scott?''

''Yes, Mrs. McCall.'' Liam smiled back with the same enthusiasm. He very much liked Melissa. Everyone did. ''I'm just here making sure he's OK and dropping off some chicken soup.'' He motioned to the hot thermos in his hand.

''Aww, that's so nice of you. Come in!'' She ushered the young man inside. ''Well, let me get him for you. I'm sure he will appreciate your visit. Scott loves soup.''

''Good.'' Liam laughed as she retreated to her son's room to inform him of his visit.

Soon after he saw his alpha getting out of his room (in some adorable Scooby-Doo pajamas he was sure Stiles had made fun of many times before) , stretching his arms out and yawning, though he seemed to ''sober up'' at the sight of Liam, and he brightened instantly.

''Ohhh, hi, Liam!'' Scott smiled his full-on puppy smile at him. ''What brings you here.''

Liam returned the warm smile, though the sight of Scott had made him even more nervous about the conversation he had come to have with him. ''Oh… um…'' he stammered. ''I'm just here to bring you some soup and see how you're doing.''

If Scott was happy before about Liam's sudden appearance at his house, his eyes lit up at the sight of the soup.

''Ohhh, sweet! I love me some soup!'' he practically ripped the thermos from Liam's hands. ''Thanks, Liam. You're the best beta anyone could ever ask for.''

And then he hugged Liam, and the younger werewolf blushed, even guiltier now about the reason he was here.

Despite his feelings, he managed to return the hug- albeit awkwardly- and tried desperately to not look too distressed in front of Scott's mom.

''You're welcome.'' He managed to say to Scott when the guy finally let him go. ''Happy to help.''

Scott widened his smile. ''I'm going to eat some of this right now!''

He excitedly went to look for a plate. Liam smiled warmly at this. Scott could be so damn cute sometimes.

As he watched Scott's enthusiastically serving himself some soup while looking way too excited, Liam looked at Melissa.

''You weren't kidding about the guy liking his soup…''

Melissa laughed, also looking fondly at her son. ''No, I wasn't.''

She walked towards the table next to the door and fetched her keys before putting her purse on her shoulders. ''Well, I'm going to go get Scott's flu medicine. We're out. Take care of him, Liam. I'll be back later!''

''I will, Mrs. McCall. Safe driving.'' He waved goodbye.

Melissa returned the wave and smiled at Liam with a glint in her eyes. ''I told you, call me 'Melissa'''.

''OK… Melissa.'' He returned his bet's mother smile one last time before she closed the door behind her.

When he turned towards Scott, he was already sitting at the table directing his spoonful of soup at his mouth. Now that he had an opportunity to take a closer look at him as he sat next to him on his dinner table, Liam realized his alpha was still in need of that medicine. His nose was as red as Rudolph's and he was a little pale. Damn this flu. Not only was it hurting Scott, who Liam adored with all his heart, but it was the reason he had been alone with Stiles last night and why he had had the nerve to make out with his crush. Scott might've stopped his wolf from pouncing on his best friend or maybe helped Liam control him better. Now he was in a mess he had no idea how to get himself out of, and all because of his hormonal teen wolf-hormones.

Liam was driven out of his dark spiral into worry and hand-sweating by Scott making a noise that sounded weirdly close to an orgasm, which almost made him laugh. Almost.

''Oh my God, Liam!'' Scott explained as he took a bite of his soup. ''This soup tastes like ambrosia!''

Liam laughed, getting the joke, Greek mythology being one of the few things he actually enjoyed about school. ''It does?''

''Yes!'' Scott said, taking another bite and moaning again. ''Why does it take so good?!''

''Because I made it with a lot of love, and it has big chunks of premium chicken in it.'' Liam winked at Scott.

''Well, I didn't know premium chicken was a thing, but I am glad it is, because this made me feel so much better! Thanks again.''

''You're welcome, Scott.'' He blushed again. It appears as though his plan of smoothing Scott over with food so he could take his news better was working.

But then Liam's optimism disappeared when Scott asked a question he was not prepared to answer:

''So…'' he was already finishing his plate of soup. ''How'd it go with Stiles last night?''

Liam tried very hard not to make his face show the horror he was currently experiencing. ''What do you mean?'' he asked, trying to buy some time to think about how he was going to go about this.

''Well, what'd you guys do?''

''We… um…''. Liam failed at keeping his face blank.

Scott looked worryingly at his beta, apparently sensing that something was wrong. ''Did something happen?''

Oh, you have no idea… Liam thought, but he didn't relay these thoughts to Scott. It didn't seem like the proper way to start the conversation.

The beta sighed. ''You see, the thing is… I'm kinda… gay and have a crush on Stiles so the moon made my wolf got out of control so I tackled him and kissed him.''

Liam blushed hard and mumbled that last part in a barely audible and very fast way.

But of course, Scott had wolf hearing, and had no problem hearing Liam.

The other looked expectantly at his friend, waiting for him to explode in a fit of rage. Here it comes… he thought pessimistically. He surely hates me now. He's gonna kick me out and keep the soup.

But then Scott did the last thing Liam expected:

The bastard smiled.

''Well…'' Scott said impossibly calm and actually giggling. ''This day just keeps getting better and better!''

Liam looked at him in total confusion. ''What? What are you on about?'' He was almost irritated at his reaction, his IED getting the best of him. Here he was absolutely mortified to tell Scott about this and he was treating the whole thing like a joke.

''Dude…'' Scott was still smiling ear-to-ear. ''Finally!''

''Huh?''

''I've always known you have a crush on Stiles.''

''You do?'' Liam couldn't believe what his ears were picking up. Was his own wolf-hearing malfunctioning?

''Yeah.'' Scott chuckled again. ''It's like more obvious than the fact that Stiles himself wants to eat Lydia's-''

Liam held his hand up. He knew exactly how that sentence ended, and it was the last thing he needed to hear at this moment. ''Scott… not helping.''

''Oh…'' Scott frowned adorably, realizing his mistake. ''Sorry, man.''

''It's OK… I guess.'' Liam tried to smile sympathetically, but he was too baffled by this conversation to do it convincingly.

''So…'' he said, trying to make this less awkward, though that seemed impossible. ''You knew?''

Scott nodded.

''How.'' He stammered again. ''Why didn't you say anything?''

''Dude, you never stop staring at him and laughing at his dumb jokes. I may be a dork but I'm not oblivious.'' He smiled warmly at Liam. ''And why would I? It's not like I could actually do anything about it.''

Then Liam had a horrible thought. ''Oh, my God… did Stiles know?''

''Of course not.'' Scott said matter-of-factly. ''He is like 100% oblivious to your lascivious thoughts about him. Or rather… was.''

Though Liam was relieved to hear this, the reminder of what he had done hit him again as hard as ever. He crossed his arms over the table and put his head on top of them.

''Yeah…'' Liam said, his words muffled. ''I really messed up.''

Scott then stood up and crouched next to Liam, rubbing his beta's back in a comforting gesture. ''Hey. It's gonna be OK!''

''No, it's not.'' Liam lifted his head and looked at Scott. His eyes were getting watery again. ''You should've seen how angry and quiet he was on the ride to my place. He hates me.''

''No, he doesn't.'' Scott shook his head. ''I'm sure of that. He was probably just shocked and confused.''

Liam hadn't considered that. ''How do you know he doesn't hate me?''

''Because…'' Scott said, sitting down on the table again and putting his hand on top of Liam. ''He really cares about you.''

Liam's face lit up at that. ''He does?''

''Yeah.'' Scott smiled assuredly. ''Why wouldn't he? You're awesome.''

The beta scoffed. ''I am not.''

''Yeah, you are. You're so sweet, especially to him. You're like literally the only one of us that isn't burnt out by his sarcasm and encourages his crazy ideas.''

Liam hadn't thought of it that way. ''Well… I guess that's true.''

''Of course it is!'' Scott said brightly. ''And remember when Malia left with Peter to bond and broke his heart? You could've thrown a party, but instead, what did you do?''

Liam would never forget that day. It had been one of the first times Stiles and him had properly bonded. ''I couldn't bear the thought of him being all depressed, so I went over to Stiles' and made sure he was not going to off himself or something, and forced him to get out bed and played some Street Fighter with him.''

''And that helped him. He told me so.''

Liam smiled for the first time since Scott had complimented his soup. ''Really?''

''Yeah. He later told me that he was really down that day, naturally. But that your visit really took his mind off of the whole thing and helped him get out of his fun. He said he really had a lot of fun that day. And it was all because of you, my dear beta.''

Liam's cheeks got beet-red again. ''I guess so…''

''Yeah.'' Scott's smile grew. ''I'm pretty sure he will forgive you. You just need to talk to him.''

Deep down Liam knew Scott was right, but that still didn't make the talk any less appealing. ''How do I even start that conversation.''

''Well… 'I'm gay and have a crush on you and that's why I groped you and ran my tongue across your mouth' seems like a good way to me.''

Liam rolled his eyes at Scott's attempt at humor. ''Oh, that sounds wonderful!''

Scott laughed. ''Look at you! The love of your life's sarcasm is already rubbing off on you.''

The other ignored him. ''Do you want some more soup, dumbass?''

''I could eat some more of that godly nutritious goodness, yes.'' He smiled that puppy smile again, and Liam took his plate.

''So…'' Scott said from the table as Liam worked on getting him seconds. ''Am I hot?''

Liam almost burned himself as he poured the thermos' hot contents onto Scott's plate. ''Excuse me?''

Scott smiled knowingly and got up from the table. ''You know… do you think I'm sexy?''

''Why do you need to know that?''

''Honestly?'' Scott said, suddenly seeming nervous to Liam. ''I'm kind of jealous.''

''What? Of whom?''

''Stiles. You seem to love him so much and… what about me?'' Scott seemed almost sad.

''Wait… do you want me to have the hots for you?''

Scott hesitated. ''Um… Yeah.''

''Why on heaven's name would you want that?''

''Well, it's kind of disheartening when your beta falls for your pale, skinny best friend and not you…''

Liam finished putting the soup on the bowl and set it on the table, scoffing at Scott as he sat next to him. ''Well, Scott, I see you more like a brother, my mentor. And I do care about you, but I just don't see you in that way.''

Was that really true, though? He had noted how Scott was sexy as he walked into the kitchen in his underwear.

''Ohhh, well…'' Scott sighed. ''At least I don't have to worry about getting roughly kissed by you on a full moon.''

''Don't be so sure about that.'' Liam said, an evil look in his eye. ''You do look pretty tempting in nothing but those shorts.

Scott actually looked happy about this revelation. ''I do, huh?''

''Yes. But I still don't want to fuck you.''

Then Scott walked over to Liam's side of the table. ''But, maybe… you want me to fuck you?...''. He touched Liam's arm seductively and murmured that last part into his ear.

Liam rolled his eyes. ''You know… I'm pretty sure I can reach that bowl of soup and throw it at your face.''

''Nah, you won't do that.'' Scott said confidently. You know for a fact you won't risk damaging my pretty face. Plus… you being rough like that might turn me on more.''

He shone his alpha-red eyes at Liam, then and smiled wickedly, and Liam was getting irritated.

''Well, then, sit down and eat the damn thing.'' Liam said, getting off from the table himself and shoving Scott's hand that was still on his arm. ''God, Scott, what the hell is up with you?''

Scott snickered. ''Consider that payback for not telling me you wanted to get it on with my best friend.''

Liam's eyes widened at the realization that his alpha was messing around with him and he glared. ''You-.'' Liam's insult caught in his throat and he sighed as he realized the guy had a point. ''I suppose I had that coming.''

Scott laughed. ''Yeah… you kind of did.''

And Liam, despite himself, smiled. ''You know, I was terrified when I came here. I didn't think even a bowl of my amazing chicken soup would make this whole situation OK…'' His smile wavered a bit as he said this. ''But now… I'm really glad I came.''

Scott smiled his puppy-dog smile at that, which only made Liam feel even better. ''Me, too, dude. I didn't think this whole juicy reveal would make us bond so much, but it has. And you're wrong.''

Liam shot him a puzzled look then. ''About what?''

Scott's smile took on a mischievous side to it once again. ''The chicken soup did help.''

The beta rolled his eyes. ''You know, I may have the hots for your BFF, but I'm starting to think you want to marry that damn soup. And frankly, it's kind of disturbing.''

Scott laughed. ''You know, if Stiles were here, he would suggest that you freeze me in carbonite if I'm so annoying.''

''Yeah, and I would have no idea what he's talking about just like the last time he made that reference.''

''Same here…'' Scott said, looking up at the ceiling as if he was going to find the answer to their question in the upholstery. And then he suddenly looked down at Liam with his eyes lit up in excitement. ''But I know how we can find out!''

''Huh? You do?''

''Yup!'' And then he ran up the stairs, stopping only once realized Liam wasn't following.

''You coming?''

''Scott, if you're going to tell me that we're going to find the answer to our question in the magic of orgasm, I am leaving and taking the rest of the ambrosia with me.'' He pointed to the thermos filled with soup.

It was Scott's turn to roll his eyes. ''Just come on.'' And he continued his flight up the stairs.

Liam sighed, curiosity winning him over. Besides, he wasn't about to go back home and cry once again. Scott, annoying Alpha that he was, was just trying to make him feel better. He knew that. And Liam really needed to feel better.

And so he followed Scott up the stairs and into his room, where he watched in a mix of puzzlement and curiosity as Scott rifled through his movie collection. Soon he seemed to find what he was looking for, because he let out an ''Aha!'', his voice full of triumph as he held up a battered Blu-ray that read ''Star Wars: The Original Trilogy''. The cover certainly caught Liam's eye, as it showed a masked individual holding up what seemed to be a sword made out of a red beam of light.

''Let me guess.'' Liam said. ''All those obscure references he keeps making come from that?''

''Indeed, my dear beta.'' Scott said, that adorable smile still present on his face. ''And they're not obscure. Star Wars is a cultural icon. We are just uncultured youngsters who need to get a better education in the art of film.''

Liam scoffed. ''How do you know that?''

''Because Stiles himself told me so when he dropped this off last year. I was going to watch it with Kira, but sadly I soon became way too occupied with being kidnapped and transformed into a raging Berserker who wanted to kill all of you to worry about getting immersed in the neverending battle between the Sith and Jedi. Well… neverending until the credits roll.''

''Jedi-what, now?'' Liam asked, as he examined the case of the movie further as Scott put on the movie into his Ps4. ''And why is this the original trilogy if it's episodes 4-6? And why are they called ''episodes''? I mean, I know the Sherlock ones are long, but this is ridiculous.''

''Apparently, the original trilogy is episodes 4-6 because the other three are prequels.'' Then he looked up at Liam with an almost concerned look on his face. ''And if you want to get into Stiles' pants you do not talk about the prequels.''

''Why not?''

''Apparently they are a plague upon this Earth or something like that.'' Scott shrugged. ''Anyways, you need to get to know your hubby better, and I need to make you feel better just as you have me, so we are going to curl up like an old married couple on that bed and have a movie marathon.'' Liam watched with fascination as Scott wagged his finger from the bed and back to Liam's face. ''Understood?''

''OK…'' Liam said, and after a moment, he smiled. ''Thanks, Scott. You're the best.''

Scott spread his arms out as he settled on the bed and then patted his left side, motioning for Liam to sit next to him. ''I do get that a lot.''

''No, you don't.''

Distracted by the Twentieth Century Fox logo that suddenly showed up on Scott's TV, he didn't see when his Alpha moved to hit him on the side of his ribs, and felt a slight pain. ''Ow.''

''Shut up.'' Scott said playfully, and then wrapped his arms around Liam and they settled down to watch the movie.

The next morning, Stiles woke up from a sex dream. A very vivid one. With Liam.

It had started out just like the other night, but had taken an unexpectedly pleasant tone as Stiles suddenly got all hot and bothered as Liam kissed him, and kissed back. From there it was all clothes flying and hot thrusting and he fucked Liam right there in that clearing. And Dream Stiles had enjoyed it. Very much.

The thing was, Stiles hadn't been able to get the young, often pesky werewolf out of his head since the other had sexually assaulted him in those godforsaken woods. Now it was not only the place where Scott had gotten bit by a werewolf, changing both their lives forever, but it was also the place where he had started falling for Liam. Hard.

The problem was, he had no idea how to tell him that.

And it wasn't just that he was attracted to him. Sure, Liam's then-unwanted kiss had jump-started the whole thing, but even before that he had started to grow fond of the guy. He was so sweet to him all the time, and goddamn it if he hadn't been the only one not to treat him like a handicap or something after Malia left. He had just been there for him, taking his mind off of the damn werecoyote with daddy issues with violent movies and thematically-similar videogames. It had been the most fun he'd had since the break-up, and he didn't like to think about how much it would've taken for him to heal if Liam hadn't done that. He owed the guy, he cared about him, and what had he done? Treated him like a pest when he had come on to him (most likely unwillingly, he might add), and now God knows how the poor guy was handling it.

Just as he was about to take a shower and wash his guilt-and leftover cum from his dream- away, he heard his phone ring. He sighed, silently cursing whoever it was that had dared to not respect the fact that he was not a morning person, much less when he had had a less-than orthodox awakening.

Then he read ''Scotty'' on his phone screen, and brightly answered: ''Well, if it isn't my favorite were-friend!''

''Stiles… we have a problem.''

Alarmed by his friend's words and weary tone of voice, he sat back down onto the bed and groaned. ''Ugh, can't the supernatural dangers that plague this rip-off of Sunnydale of a town of ours take the day off once in a while?''

''No… it's not that.'' Scott said. Stiles could hear him sigh.

''Well, what is it? Dating problems?'' Stiles' voice took on a playful tone. He might have problems of his own with this kind of thing at the moment, but he still fully intended to make fun of other people's. ''Don't know how to make your girlfriend see cherry blossoms when you're feeling under the weather, huh?''

''Ewww, Stiles!'' This time Stiles imagined Scott's disgusted look on the other side of the line, and it only made him smirk with more gusto. ''And yes, but not mine.''

That made Stiles frown. ''And the reason why you take me for the host of The Bachelor is…?''

''Well, that's the thing. This time, the bachelor is… well, you.''

Stiles' mouth flew open. ''Excuse me?''

''Liam came by last night. He told me what went down between you two the other day. He's a wreck, Stiles.''

That made the other teen lie back against his headboard and sigh heavily. ''Oh, God.''

''Yeah.'' Scott reciprocated the sigh. ''And you need to fix it.''

''And how do you recommend I do that?'' When he heard Scott scoff, he continued. ''No, seriously, tell me. Because I've been wracking my brain about it for the past 36 hours.''

''You have?''

''Yes, Scott. I might've become possessed by an evil fox spirit once, but I am not heartless. I'm worried about him, too.'' He decided to skip the details about why that was, exactly.

''Well… he's asleep right now. I decided to keep him company until further notice after I realized how deep this crush was.''

''And I'm assuming by your wording that you knew he had a crush in the first place?''

That made Scott hesitate, Stiles guessed that he had realized his mistake. ''Well, yeah… it was pretty obvious. I'm his alpha yet he wants to spend time with you even more than me.''

''And that hurts your little wolfy heart?'' Stiles said with an evil grin.

''Well, a little.''

''Huh. Then maybe getting us together will make you feel better.''

''What?'' Scott said, his puzzlement amusing Stiles.

''I mean, letting my BFF's beta and personal friend die of heartbreak just because I don't want to face him seems a little too Peter, doesn't it?''

''And the fact that you like girls isn't a problem why?''

''Because… you know I don't just like girls.''

Scott sighed, his feigning gone. ''Of course you don't. Poor Danny probably left Beacon Hills due to your horrible stalking.''

''Hey, I was a confused young man! I can't be held accountable.''

''I don't think that's a good enough argument. You'd better watch out if he comes back and takes this to court.''

Stiles scoffed. ''You keep your snout shut and just make sure Liam doesn't leave your house until I get there. I'm apologizing… and asking him out on a date. Maybe.''

Stiles could feel Scott smiling through the phone. ''You go it, Casanova.''

Liam woke up, suddenly aware of the lack of a very warm werewolf pillow next to him that he had grown very accustomed to last night. The fact that he wasn't attracted to the guy didn't seem to keep him from enjoying snuggling up to him. And now that snuggling was over and he demanded to know why.

''Scott?'' he yelled as he padded out of the room, having taken off his shoes to sleep.

''Down here! Cooking breakfast!'' he heard a familiar voice yell from the kitchen.

''Coming!'' Liam said as he worked his way down the hall and down the stairs, cursing himself for his choice of words. Scott did really seem to like sexual innuendos between the two of them, and he hated himself for possibly giving him the satisfaction of having one come from himself.

When he reached the kitchen-his pace quickened by the smell of food as soon as he left the room-, he found Scott hunched over a pan, the smell of bacon now even stronger than it was upstairs. Liam was famished, his heartbreak not allowing him to eat much more than a TV dinner Scott practically forced down his throat after they paused The Empire Strikes Back because Scott pointed out that they were both too physically exhausted by the feels the ''No, Luke, I am your father!'' scene had produced in both of them to continue.

''Hey, there, sleepyhead.'' Scott teased as he waved a salute from the stove.

''Morning, Scott. That smells delicious!'' said Liam, and it was no lie.

''Well, training you in the art of all that ''were-wolfing'' involves is not my only talent.'' Scott replied as he got out their breakfast, put it in plates and put one in front of Liam on the kitchen island. ''I can also cook a mean omelet with a side of bacon.''

''Well, I am glad at least one of those things is working out well for you.''

Scott ignored him and dug into his plate. Liam followed not soon after.

''So,'' Scott broke the silence first between a mouthful of egg. ''we plowed through all 3 episodes last night before we collapsed on top of each other like we were in heat. I'm rather proud of ourselves.''

Liam ignored the innuendo once again, although it amused Liam that he had now decided to make them supernatural. ''Indeed. Not a bad idea after all.''

''No.'' Scott agreed. ''I am not that much into sci-fi, but that was one good ride.''

''You sure you don't want to make a comment about riding in a different context?'' Liam sneered and winked at Scott. He wasn't usually the type of guy to make those sorts of comments, but it was Scott. He was so use to the guy by now that he felt he could tell him anything. Plus, he liked payback.

It had the desired effect. Scott reddened. ''Oh, my God, you're just as bad as me!''

Soon they were both laughing, and Scott was the first one to stop the fit. ''Hey, Liam.''

''Yes?''

''About what you said… you don't really think I'm a bad alpha, do you?''

Liam looked up from his breakfast and saw that Scott was frowning. ''Are you kidding?''

When Scott's expression made it clear he was not, he quickly said. ''Dude, I know I don't know any more alphas, but you… you're an awesome one.''

Scott's eyes brightened. ''I am?''

''Of course. Who else would not only take it upon himself to teach me what it means to be a werewolf even though he has plenty of other stuff to worry about in his life, but also comforts me and says lewd comments to me while making sure I know all about my crush's favorite movies when in fact that crush is a guy who is like a brother to you and you've known since, like, forever. And that's really awkward.''

Scott blushed at Liam's words, and smiled sweetly. ''I never thought of it like that.''

''Well, I did. And trust me, I would probably be borrowing Kira's sword and committing seppuku right now if I hadn't gotten the brilliant idea of cooking you that soup and coming over here.''

Scott scoffed. ''Well, ritualistic suicide seems rather harsh for a broken heart. And trust me, stuff between you and Stiles will go back to normal in no time.''

Liam turned his head sideways. ''How are you so sure about that?''

Then the doorbell rang, and for some reason that made Scott grin with an air of what looked like triumph to the younger teen. ''I don't know, but maybe the mailman will know.''

''But I'm eating!'' Liam complained.

Suddenly, Scott's eyes glowed with red. ''And I'm your alpha, and I'm telling you to get the door.''

Taken aback by Scott's forcefulness, Liam decided it was no use arguing and decided to get the door.

And he was even more surprised to find Stiles in the doorway when he opened it, wearing a very attractive pairing of a red T-shirt and tight-fitting jeans. Liam nearly fainted at the sight.

''S-Stiles?''

The other boy in the door rolled his eyes. ''Well, I don't have an equally handsome twin, now do I?''

''You did at one point!'' Scott yelled from the door. ''And he was evil.''

''And sexy! Lydia told me so.'' Stiles yelled back. Then he turned to Liam again. ''Maybe he can make a reappearance in this body tonight at 8. At my house.''

Liam felt even more light-headed at that. He was so confused right now. What was Stiles doing here, and what the heck was this talk about an evil, sexy twin? ''What?''

Stiles sighed. ''Look, I shouldn't have just dropped you off acting all glacial at your house last night. I'm really sorry. I was just… well-''

''Feeling violated?'' Liam offered. ''Yeah, I'm… I'm sorry, too, that was uncalled for.

''Well, there was that.'' Stiles ceded. ''But then I just felt guilty.''

''As guilty as Anakin when he strangled Padme?'' Liam said, hoping the information he had learned from a quick Wikipedia search of the Star Wars prequels last night would help his case.

Apparently it did because Stiles grinned. ''You saw it.''

''Relax. I looked up the prequels online.'' He motioned to Scott, who as the conversation had gotten more interesting had moved to stand next to Liam. ''After Scott had the chivalry to show me such an amazing cinematic achievement as the original prequels last night''

Stiles grinned at both of them, and made a face as if to mock-cry. ''I'm so touched.''

Liam chuckled. ''Well, I couldn't very well remain ignorant over such awesomeness as my loved one's favorite movie.''

''Well… I shall have to reward such thoughtfulness later.''

Liam gulped, finding that now both of his closest friends-one of them the one he had lusted after for almost a year now-were throwing sex jokes at him a very pleasing thing indeed.

''Why in the world would you feel guilty? I was the one who raped your mouth and straddled you.''

''Yeah, well, maybe I just felt like I should've told you how enjoyable that was!'' Stiles almost yelled.

Liam's jaw nearly hit the floor. ''What?''

Stiles threw his arms out and came into the house, pulling Liam along with him and closing the door. ''If you say ''what'' one more time I shall knock some sense into you. Or maybe…'' he got closer, impossibly closer. ''I'll just shut you up with a kiss.''

Liam was pretty sure he was going to be knocked out anyways, but with the floor under him. Any second now. He kept his mouth shut, then, and saw over Stiles shoulder that Scott was grinning triumphantly watching what was going on, eating his bacon and omelet like it was popcorn.

''That's better.'' Stiles said, his expression making clear to Liam that he was enjoying this. ''Now, here's the thing: I feel bad about leaving you like that, and I'm taking you out to dinner at my house to make up for it. My dad won't be home, so we can talk.''

''Just talk?'' Liam said, finally finding his voice once again and just a little ashamed of what he was suggesting.

Stiles grin turned evil, then, apparently impersonating that twin. ''Well…I guess you'll find out if you come.'' Liam wondered if he, like himself earlier, was ignorant of the word he had just used to describe his arrival at his house. ''You in?''

Liam tripped over his own mouth in a rush to speak. ''Ohhh… I'm so in!''

Stiles smiled widely, then, looking dangerously close to the Joker in his glee, which made Liam very happy since his mirth came from the fact that he had just said 'yes' to the other's dinner invitation. People sure did like to cook for him today. ''I thought so. I'll pick you up after school. Maybe we can have a car ride that isn't, well, super awkward for a change.'' Then he looked thoughtfully to the side. ''Well, it'll still be awkward, but for different, good reasons.''

''I… I guess so.'' Was all Liam managed to babble. Was this really happening? Was Stiles Stilinski truly asking him out?

Stiles smiled softly then, and held eyes with Liam for a moment, eyes that to Liam held promise and a good time, something he was sorely lacking these days.

And then he said: ''Well, see you then!''

And just like that, Stiles was out the door, leaving Liam to process what had just happened in a daze.

Unable to do so, he looked at Scott. ''What just happened?''

Scott laughed, and then took Liam's shoulders. ''What happened, my dear beta, is that you just got yourself a hot date with the man of your dreams!''

Liam looked at Scott then, his confused frown slowly but surely turning into a small, unbelieving smile. ''I did?''

''Yes!'' Scott laughed. ''And I set it up.''

''What?'' Liam said, unable to stop smiling so he could shoot a confused look at Scott.

''I cooked you breakfast so you could stay here and he would be able to catch you before you went to school.''

''Oh… Oh, my God!''

And then he did something he was sure he hadn't done before, and he probably should've.

He hugged Scott.

Scott returned the hug, and said to Liam's ear. ''You're welcome, Tiny-wolf.''

Liam broke the hug, then, and glared at Scott. ''Oh, not you, too!''

His alpha snickered at him. ''Oh, come on, you know you love it. And I'll make it up to you. I just thought of the perfect person to help you dress up…''

Liam gulped, because he knew exactly who Scott was talking about. ''Oh, hell, no!''

A/N: I love you if you managed to get through all that weird, drabbley fluff lol! Next chapter will be the end with the date and Scott and the mystery person (though if you know the characters well, you probably already figured out who it is) helping Liam get ready for it. I apologize that there really wasn't much ''sexy'' parts, but I really like realistic build-up in my stories, so I am trying to do that. Chapter 3 will probably be posted very soon, but college sucks right now so maybe it'll be a bit more than a week… Anyways, please review so I can see if I'm doing well with this, as long as it's constructive criticism, ofc! And maybe PM with ideas about what you would like to see in the sex scene? ;)