His fangs graze his shoulder, Mason repsonds with looong groans that apparently makes them both harder. It's not exactly professional, banging a friend at work, but it wasn't planned. One minute Mason was asking him how his day was, the next he was pulling him onto Brett's desk. Should Scott feel guilty. All he could feel right now was the human's thighs, that rush of adrenaline that flooded his brain everytime he entered him. He pushes him down further onto the desk as he kicks his trousers off.

Do you want me to go harder?"

"Any harder and I'll be in a wheelchair for that work award thing" Mason gasps. "Fuck, you're good, why don't I meet you at work more often?" He whines as the were pulls out and inserts fingers instead, with no lube, but luckily he's not complaining.

"So can I finally wear that wolf jacket that Stiles got me, or do you wanna do matching suits?" Scott asks gently kissing the centre of Mason's back.

"Huh...what are you saying?" Mason asks, clenching himself around the alpha's fingers

"This award thing, what's the dress code"

"Oh...did Peter invite you?" Mason asks.

"No...it's...just...aren't you...gonna need a date? I mean...I'm not busy...and if you need a plus one..."

"Oh no, it's fine, I've asked Brett!" Mason announces. Scott can hear the beam in his voice. He can feel the butterflies in Mason's stomach and moves his hand away. If he wasn't already limp, he would have been, in a instant. Brett. He still has a "thing" for Brett! "You're...okay with that?...I don't even need to ask that right?"

"Right, yeah, we're fuck buddies, it's...I'm good!" Scott nods with a fake smile.

"Brett! Fucking Lacrosse one hit wonder, I only care about my pack...fucking "waitresses need to go to college and that's why I don't tip" Brett! That's bullshit! Scott rants, throwing one of Peter's precious artefacts arcoss the room.

"Hey Scotty Woah, I got him that from Mexico! I break enough of his ornaments as it is!" Stiles whines running towards the vase as it crashes on the floor.

"Sorry! I want to go with him! I thought Mase liked me!"

"He does!"

"More than just the sex. We're friends with benefits. What about the friends part? Sure the action's great but we barely hang out anymore"

"Well sounds like you "hang out" when it counts!" Stiles chuckles. "Okay frowny face, when you started this up with him. Corey had just dumped him. He wasn't ready for dating and flowers and movies nights. You just, caught him at the wrong time"

"Well now seems to be the right time" Scott said picking up Peter's Achery bow. "And Mason sure as hell isn't looking at me. So what if Brett's got blue eyes and a eight pack? Guys like him are a dime a dozen. I'm a fucking catch too" He fires a bow across the room and Peter jumps into the room and catches it.

"Any more trashing of my valuables and you'll be caught alright, inbetween my claws!" Peter warns, smelling the anger. "I take it Mason's now exchanged you for a naked Brett Talbot? Lucky guy!"

"He hasn't exchanged me, and you're the lucky one, you have Stiles" Scott points out as his friend grins. "How the hell do I tell Mase how I really feel without looking..."

"Desperate? Hopeless? Without feeling like the Beta you still really are?" Peter asks.

"Scotty I've changed my mind, smash the vase!" Stiles permits throwing it at him.

"Okay alright! If you wanted guidance McCall, we're your guys!" Peter mutters with his hands up.

"Just!...I don't even know how this thing with Brett is gonna go. I'm not a media guy and have no access to tickets"

"That's where you're wrong young gun" Peter said, pulling out four tickets like Willy wonka in his chocolate factory. Like always I know the important people. Pre-ordered tickets, and I didn't even have to pay. Stiles is working this weekend. You tag along with me, spy on Brett and your beloved Mason all you like?" Peter offers.