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"Are you sure you can afford this?" Theo said, walking hastily behind the short werewolf.
"Yes, I'm sure," Liam answered.
"You don't even have a job. You should let me—"
"My plan, my bill."
"Liam."
"It's pizza, Theo. Pizza."
Theo made a face, catching a strong whiff of coffee as they passed by a chain café. "Maybe I can get—"
"I'm ready to end this date," Liam said, stopping abruptly and turning around with crossed arms.
"Sorry, sorry," Theo said, backing up, hands raised in front of him.
"Are you sure?" the shorter boy challenged.
"Yes. Positive."
"Good." Liam turned back around and started walking again.
"Wait. So this is actually a date?"
"I thought I was thick," Liam grumbled.
"You are," Theo said. He reached forward and pinched Liam's ass. "In more ways than one," he said more quietly.
"Ah! Okay, never again. Not in public."
"Aww, no PDA?" Theo teased.
"Drop dead."
"Never took you for a necrophiliac."
"I have suitors lined up. Wouldn't need you."
"Oh yeah. Who?"
"Brett."
"Another guy? Your sexuality is in crisis." Liam held up his middle finger. Theo smirked and took a quick couple steps so they could be side by side. "I'm glad you had a little teen wolf crisis," he said, leaning into him. "I wouldn't be able to do this if you hadn't," he continued before grabbing Liam's wrist, swinging him around, and slamming their lips together. The force was enough to make the werewolf gasp, allowing Theo access between his lips. Any notice of the passerbyes' stares was absent as Liam lost himself for that moment. Theo was his drug. His touch sent rippling tingles under his skin. The slightest touch of his naturally warm skin drove Liam mad. He was wrapped up in him. He was whipped.
Theo pulled back, Liam's eyes fluttering, his redder plumper lips wet and agape. Those looks were the chimera's drug. But he had more control and locked their gaze. "I wanted to get that in before you tasted like garlic the rest of the night."
Liam smirked. "You're a romantic."
"I'm not allowed to wine and dine you tonight so all I got's 'ma charm."
"Go. Get in there," Liam said, pointing to the door just ahead of them. Theo smirked and started walking, laughing when Liam slapped his ass. They slipped into the pizzeria and smiled at the waitress, only for Liam to freeze. The blonde girl led them down the side of the restaurant lined with booths, seating them one table down past Scott and his mother. Liam sat with his back to them, not able to look at Melissa. She was facing Theo, Scott and his beta back to back save the table and seating between them. "Oh god, oh god," Liam breathed into the menu he'd buried his face into.
"Hey," Theo said, taking one of Liam's hands. "You said he's cool, right?" Liam nodded. "Oh, well shit they're coming over." Liam tore his hand away and buried his face further as the McCalls walked up to them.
"Hey," Scott started. Theo looked up at him, giving him a nod of acknowledgment. "Can we?"
"Uh—" Theo started, but Scott pushed next to him and Melissa patted at Liam, the younger boy complying, still not looking up.
Melissa stared at Theo from across the table, not once breaking her sight on him. But it was Scott who spoke. "We won't stay long," he said, Theo turning to look at him, "we finished up. I just wanted to invite you—both of you—to go to the lake next weekend. Everyone's gonna' be there so…you should come." Theo's mouth parted, Scott still having the ability to surprise him. "Also, my mom wanted to say something to you." Theo turned to look at the stern woman before him.
"Actually, I think he has something to say to me," Melissa said.
Theo froze, his mind racing. Somehow, he knew he'd find himself in this conversation. With her. "I…I, um, I'm sorry I put you through that, Ms. McCall."
"Are you?" she challenged.
"I am. I'm sorry to both of you, too," he said, looking at the top of Liam's head and then over at Scott. "Really."
"We can talk about it later," Scott offered, looking back at his mother. "It's her you need to convince for now."
"Ms. McCall—" Theo started.
"I know people," Melissa said. "People with guns; big-shiny-guns. I'm warning you, kid. If you try anything with my boys and their friends again, you won't even see me coming. I know how to shoot now. And I'm getting pretty good with this," she said, emphasizing her threat by roughly putting the electric baton on the table. Theo looked from it to her. He nodded adamantly. "Scott," she said before standing.
"See you next weekend?" Scott said, standing. Theo didn't respond either way. The alpha leaned over and ruffled Liam's hair before following his mother out the door.
"You can come out the cupboard now," Theo said.
"I'm gonna' be sick," Liam admitted.
"I'm not kissing you if you do so keep it all down."
"Nnnn…" Liam groaned.
"Can I take your drink order?" said an older woman that had rounded the corner from behind the counter.
/ | * | * | \
Liam pulled into the driveway and shifted to park. Theo got out and followed the boy into the darkened Dunbar household. The plan: movie, take Theo home, and maybe a little fun in between. Liam laughed as his opened the front door, Theo having whispered something naughty yet absurd in his ear as he crowded him against the wood. When they stumbled in, though, they could hear the television in the family room.
"Liam?" came the sound of his mother's voice.
The pair exchanged a look before Liam led them down the hall. "Hey," he said, coming into view. His parents were on the couch, snuggled in, the TV now paused on a screen that, if one was knowledgeable, could be made out to be that year's release of Godzilla. "I thought you were going to the movies."
"Gone Girl was sold out," his mother answered, her eyes flicking to the strange boy when Theo came into view, "so we decided to catch up on our extensive unwrapped DVD collection. Hi," she said, now addressing the chimera.
"Hi, Mrs. Dunbar," Theo said nervously.
"Mrs. Geyer," she said, getting up and walking up to them, Dr. Geyer behind her. "Pam is fine, though." She turned to her son. "Liam, who's your friend?"
"This is Theo. We were gonna' play a couple games upstairs."
"Nice to meet you, Theo," she said sticking out her hand, the chimera in turn taking it. Dr. Geyer shook his as well, but both adults were suspicious of what was actually going on. They wore it on their faces. "Did you meet at school this year?"
"Last year," Liam answered. "Theo graduated already."
"So what do you do now, Theo?" Dr. Geyer asked.
"I'm studying biology at UC Davis," Theo lied.
"You must know Melissa McCall's son."
"Scott? Yeah, he's a good friend."
"Liam's looked up to him. Helped him to become captain. Good kid."
"He is," Theo said. "Scott's a cool guy. Always been there for people, even when they screw up. I was friends with him in elementary school before I moved. Scott took me right back as if I never left."
Dr. Geyer smiled. "Well, we should let you go," he said as his wife opened her mouth to continue talking. "We just got to a good part and I'm sure you have some aliens to kill or something."
"Something like that," Liam said, smiling gratefully at his step dad. The younger pair turned to head back towards the front door, Liam then leading him up the stairs. They heard the movie resume, the thundering boom of the surround sound vibrating throughout the house. "It's unnerving how easy lying is to you," he said when they got to the top of the stairs.
"It comes easy to a lot of teenagers." Liam eyed him as he pushed open his bedroom door. "You're no exception, Mr. Dunbar,' he said with a grin, trying to push the boy to his bed.
"Not with them, here," Liam said, stopping him. He slipped around Theo and closed the door. "Can I get you anything before we start?"
"A little of this," Theo said, crowding Liam against the door and softly pushing his lips against the shorter boy's. His hands moved up to Liam's face, his skin rubbing coarsely against Liam's stubble. Liam couldn't help but let him, letting his own hands fall to the chimera's waist, directing him closer. Theo reached down and snuck a hand under the boy's shirt, gliding upward, teasing through the dark hairs on his torso.
Bzz bzz.
Theo pulled their lips apart and looked down, laughing silently to himself. Liam's head fell back against the wall with a thunk. His phone vibrated against the wall again, jammed in his back pocket. He reached back and looked at the text.
/ Did you offer your guest a drink? /
His mother. Liam shook his head, huffing as he typed out angrily (and with frustration at the errors).
/ yes he's not thirsty /
"See, I was right," Theo said.
"Huh? About what?"
"You just lied to your mom. I am thirsty." He lifted Liam up by his ass, forcing the boy to wrap his legs around him. Their lips shoved together hungrily, almost audibly. The chimera carried him over to his bed, Liam dragging him down on top of him. Liam took firm hold of the other boy, getting his hands everywhere could. Through anything. Under anything. He gasped and breathed sharply as Theo devour his neck with his lips, his tongue, and his teeth. It was wet but it was hot.
Liam ground up against Theo, using the strength of his bent knees, forcing as much friction between their clothed dicks as possible. Theo replied with his own grind down, almost eliciting a cry from Liam save for the hand the covered his mouth. The werewolf moaned into it as Theo sucked just under his jaw, trading thrusts with him. The chimera leaned up and unbuttoned the younger boy's jeans, only just dragging the zipper down when a hand stopped him.
"Wait," Liam said. "Just, hold."
Theo watched as he curled up and moved past him onto his stomach, his feet now where his head was. Liam leaned over the edge of his bed. He grabbed an Xbox controller and held the central button, turning on the system. Theo smirked. As Liam fiddled with starting up a game, the plan to let the noise convince any spies outside the door that 'nothing else was going on,' Theo shifted on the bed between Liam's spread legs. He tugged at the legs of Liam's jeans, revealing Liam's pink, melon-pattern boxer-briefs. "Those are…wow."
"Can't wait two seconds?" Liam said, leaning to his side and looking back.
"Those are pink."
"Glad to know your eyesight works," Liam said, facing forward as the loading screen for Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag appeared.
A cannon exploding on the screen pulled Theo out of his awe. He looked over the phat and muscular ass in front of him. The arch of his buns. The dip in the middle, highlighted by the crease of his underwear. He reached out and tugged. Dragged them down.
"Theo, wait," Liam said, feeling the uncomfortable pull at his trapped erection.
"Bite down on your fist if you have to," Theo said before dipping down with his tongue.
/ | * | * | \
Almost a full week passed since their first date. The marker would seem significant but for the other more pressing marker. It had been almost two since Mason spoke to Liam. It was Friday and Liam was dressing for their short practice before the game tonight when Corey walked up to him. He and the other chimera had been on speaking terms, but not much exchanged between them since last week.
"Liam?" Corey started.
"Hmm?" Liam said, tape between his teeth as he prepared to rip it. He didn't even realize it was Corey until he turned to look at the speaker. "Oh, hi," Liam said, pulling the tape away and wrapping it around his lacrosse stick.
"Um, how are you?" Liam's eyebrow raised. "I mean…I guess, I wanted to see if…I wanted to apologize. About, y'know, Theo. And Malia. And what happened." Liam's expression went blank, though his eyes softened. "And, if you need someone to talk to, about…about guys," he whispered, "…then I wanted you know you can always talk to me. Even if it's him. So, can we…friends?" Corey put forth his hand and Liam looked down at it. He looked back up at his teammate and smiled, nodding as he shook. "Cool. Great," he said with a lit-up smile. Liam looked down, ready to continue getting ready when Corey didn't move. "So…how is he?" Corey whispered.
"Fine?" Liam said, his brows furrowing.
"No, I mean, how is he?"
Liam reddened and immediately looked away.
"That good?"
"Shh."
"Have you guys f—"
"What're you guys talking about?" Mason said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
"Uh, we were just um…" Corey stammered.
Liam didn't look at his best friend. He couldn't. Now on the thirteenth day of the silent treatment, he was beyond sad. He was in pissed-territory. He'd never been able to explain himself. He'd never been able to try and sort it out with him. He was just cut off.
Picking up on his body language, Mason tried anyway. "Liam, you got a minute?" The werewolf didn't make to respond, but Corey tugged at his shoulder. Liam looked at the chimera and watched the other nod, his face soft and reassuring. Liam gently closed his locker and turned to his best friend. "We can, uh, we can out in the hall?" Liam motioned with his head, signaling to lead the way. Corey followed behind Liam and they walked further down the hall away from the tunnel. When they rounded the corner, and found no one in their vicinity, Mason turned to his friend. "So, I was recently made aware of how much of an ass I've been," Mason admitted, almost having prepared his words ahead of time. "I recognize that while my feelings were important to me, I used them to lash out at you and didn't listen to what you needed at the time. I hope you can accept my apology."
Liam could only stare, in his peripheral Corey was reassuring his boyfriend. After a moment, the werewolf just started to walk away. "Liam?" Corey tried.
"Am I supposed to take that serious?" Liam said.
"I told you it was a bad idea," Mason said to Corey, slapping his arm.
"Liam, just wa—" Corey tried again.
"I don't need this right now," the werewolf jeered.
"I'm sorry!" Mason yelled. Liam stopped, his scowl diminishing. "I…Liam, dude, I was wrong. When I heard it was Theo I just…I lost it. But, you're my friend. My best friend. And I…I may not like him, or that you're with him, but you tried for me before. And I sure as hell not going to let him come between us. I'm not letting him win."
"So you're gonna' try?" Liam asked, arms still crossed. Mason nodded. "And if he comes around? Like, for the game tonight?"
Mason nodded hesitantly. "Do I…have to sit next to him?" Liam frowned. "Okay. Yes. Trying."
"Okay."
"Okay," Mason said with a smile. He put his hand out for a shake, but Liam shook his head and stepped forward to give him a hug.
/ | * | * | \
It was odd having a personal cheerleader in the stands again. Every time he got the ball or scored, he could hear Theo's voice. His cheers penetrated through all other sounds. He was an audible lighthouse—a beacon in many ways. Liam looked up between plays, seeing his best friend sitting with his…well boyfriend didn't fit yet. But even thinking about it, that he'd have a boyfriend. It made his body anxious all over again.
"Dunbar!" Coach yelled. "Position, now!"
Liam shook his thoughts away and ran to his spot. They were in the final few minutes of the game. They were behind by one. He dug in. The whistle blew. He intercepted the passing ball, switching directions downfield. He dodged. He pushed. He swung. He scored. Tie game.
"Lee-um! Lee-um!" he heard through the crowd, the military-call only from Theo.
Mateo and a few others helmet-butted him, fist bumping a few others. Diaz got into position for the face-off. When the whistle blew, he took possession and ran. He passed the ball to Mateo, then to Corey, then to Nolan. Nolan passed it back to Corey, who got it to Liam. Liam aerialed around a defender and in midair took his swing. It fired past the goalie and into the net. He landed as the cheers exploded into roars and the final second timed out.
"Give me more of that!" Finstock yelled in glee. The team surrounded him, cheering his name ahead of the cheers of the crowd. He couldn't help but glow, his smile too wide and the energy too high. He looked into the stands and saw Theo and Mason on their feet. He looked to their left and saw his parents on theirs, too. The enthusiasm eventually dimmed enough for them to pay respect to the other team, lining up and shaking their opponents' hands one-by-one.
They paraded him all the way into the locker room; he had scored not just the final two points, but a third of the Cyclones' total points of the match. Coach finally made it from the field after the craze started dying down. "Let's hear it again for our team captain," he said, coming through his office. Those who could cheered. Others had already filed into the showers or were busy with their hands. "Dunbar, you really opened this season with a bang. You knocked that Beavers' dam right over!"
"Oh coach," Byers groaned.
"Shut it! Now listen up. Don't let it get to your heads—it's a long way to the championship from here. But this, this was a good start so next week, what are gonna' do?"
"Kick! Some! Ass!"
"That's right! Good game everyone." Coach gave Liam one final look of pride before resigning to his office, closing the door behind him. Liam made his way over to his locker and started to detach his gear from his body. Corey was already showered and changing. When he started stripping down to his athletic boxers, most of the team was done. Liam stripped fully naked and wrapped a towel around himself. He passed Corey on his way to the nearly vacant shower, the chimera on his way out and waving to the werewolf. Only Mateo was left, and by the time Liam was finished with his hair the boy had gone. The door opened and Liam could tell he'd gone. But on second listen, no, he wasn't alone.
"Matti?" Liam said.
"Just me," came a familiar voice, the attached body not yet in view.
Liam smiled. "What are you doing in here?"
"I came to congratulate you," Theo said, appearing. The steam was dense below them, but Liam could see that Theo had lost his shirt; upon closer inspection, he saw that he had lost his pants, too. The chimera was clad in nothing but a jockstrap, white with a simple red stripe through the center of the waistband. "I thought this would be fitting given our venue."
"What if we lost?"
"Then I'd be fucking you, tonight."
It took a second, but the blood eventually drained from Liam's face and surged right into his dick. "You mean…"
"Oh yeah. Round two is all you…Lee-um…" The werewolf shuddered. "The question is: can you handle me?" Theo crowded Liam once again, only to drop to the tile floor. His mouth was on Liam instantly, taking his head into his mouth in one synchronous motion as his hand moved to the boy's thighs. Liam looked down in lustful awe. Theo took him in slowly, relishing the hot skin as it moved between his lips, along the top of his tongue. Liam hadn't enjoyed this feeling for months, and Theo's vice was tighter than he'd ever experienced.
"Theo…" Liam breathed, his hand moving to the side of the chimera's hair. Theo took him in quicker, exhaling against the top of Liam's dick. The encouragement helped. He relaxed. He took him in further and further until his nose bumped up against the skin just above Liam's member. The hair tickled his nose. Their musky scent made him want more. He reached his hands up and grabbed Liam's hips. He pulled the boy closer, driving his cock deeper. His teeth rubbed up against the base of Liam's cock until his gag reflex could be held back no more.
"Oh my god," Liam moaned, holding Theo tight, the chimera forced to swallow and gag and swallow around him. Theo pushed himself away, the spit getting washed away by the water.
"Damn…" Theo breathed.
Liam pulled him up. He kissed him, tasting himself on Theo's tongue. Their erections pressed next to one another, caught between the wet, sweaty, water slickened heat coursing off their members. The cloth of the chimera's jock created an extra degree of sensation as his bulge frotted against the other's skin. Liam reached down and grabbed Theo by his buns, pulling him closer. Their lips were ravenous, all teeth and flesh and spit. Theo grabbed at his hair, pulled at his bicep. Liam pulled at one of his mounds, pushing a finger between. Theo hasped at the rough finger, the water doing nothing to stave the sharp sensation of a fingernail.
Liam didn't wait, though, just pushed in and swallowed Theo groan. He had little grace as he pumped his finger into the burning pucker around him. Liam slid another finger alongside, Theo arching his whole body in response, their bodies as pressed together as possible. Liam moved to his neck, biting down on the base conjunction of flesh with his human teeth.
"Ah, fuck, Liam!"
The beta released him. He withdrew his finger. In a second motion he threw Theo against the wall face first. He forced himself upon the older boy, his dampened hairs on his chest pressing tight against the other's hairless back. "You're mine," Liam said.
"I—" Theo tried. He was cut off by Liam pushing right in. "God you're thick," Theo breathed, his forehead thudding against the tile. "Fuck me…" he gasped.
"You bet," Liam said, thrusting forward, burying himself all the way in.
"Fuck!" Theo's dick pulsed, the pain adding to his pleasure.
Liam started to withdraw, taking a step back. "Bend over." Theo looked back at the beta. Liam's eyes were yellow, his teeth fanged. His whole body surged with desire. He stepped back, too, impaling himself more, angling himself more horizontal than vertical. His arms were straight. His legs were spread.
"Take me, Liam."
The werewolf grabbed at his hips and slammed forward. He pulled back and smacked against him again. Liam was far gone in his high, the drug that was Theo now subsumed every faculty. Every thought. Every sensation. He pounded into him, no care for anything except for what was right ahead of him. And Theo thrived off the pain, the raw burn and tearing sensation sending fire to his dick at every motion. In or out it didn't matter. The pain was everything; the stupid grin on his face, shaped like an egg, it told it all.
Liam never hit his prostate. It wasn't those bundle of nerves that Theo came from. The werewolf had bent over, doing his best to hump against him with his entire body, with as much skin pressed together. Liam had reached down, slipped under the drenched fabric of his jock. Had wrapped around his pulsing member, teased consistently by the cloth rubbing against his slit, by the constricting tautness of its size. Had jerked at him in rhythm with every thrust. Had chanted his name, as he had done for him out on the field. Instead of shouts, they were pants. Theo's eyes lost focus right before he came, almost losing his balance. It was the surge of a culmination, every bit of what Liam was giving him—doing to him—forced him to lose it. His cum soiled the front of his jock, even burst through the fabric. His head fell, hanging in total loss and numbness. In total pleasure pulsing in every vein in his body. In total ecstasy of constricting around that thick member inside him. In total rapture of being plugged.
Liam fucked him right through his orgasm, only to wind up coming up his own. His hands clamped hard around Theo's waist as he bottomed out, shooting deep into the chimera's cavity. His weight relaxed completely on top of the older boy, Theo forced to use every ounce of his dwindling strength to hold them both upright. Liam cried out, groaning, gasping, moaning against Theo's back. Only Theo was on his mind, how tight he felt around him, how hot it felt binding him.
It was only when the water started to turn cold that Liam straighten up and pulled out. He flipped the handle to OFF as Theo followed, turning around and crashing shoulders first into the wall. He wore nothing but an exhausted smile. Liam grinned right back up at him. "I know I said this before," Theo began, rubbing a hand through his hair, "but you're amazing, kid."
"So you've said," Liam said, stepping into Theo's space.
"So I've said."
"I might be starting to believe it."
"Oh, you definitely should," Theo said, placing a hand on one his furry pecs.
"Maybe I will."
"Good," Theo said, leaning forward. Liam met him with his tongue, driving it past Theo's lips. The werewolf grabbed the chimera by his lower back, pulling them together again. Theo's hand moved up to the back of his head, pulling them harder together. Their teeth bumped and their tongues were warring with each other.
"Nngh…" Liam moaned.
"Mm…" Theo replied. He pulled back and looked down at Liam's plump red lips, wantonly desiring to be against his again. "God, I wanna' fuck you," Theo breathed. His other hand snuck down and rubbed against Liam's hole.
Liam jumped closer into Theo, not expecting the raw sensation. He smiled, but said, "I don't have time. My parents…they'll get worried if I'm not home soon."
Theo dipped in anyway, marveling at the expressive form the boy's lips made, the way his eyes slipped shut, the way his boy arched against him. "I can make it quick," the older boy said, driving deep up to his knuckle. "Let me make your night," Theo whispered. "I want to."