Liam didn't get home until late. His mom wasn't too thrilled with him. He had to explain that he was with Scott, doing last-minute lacrosse stuff before school started. Liam didn't know how, but she knew he was lying. She always knew when he was lying. He hates making his mom upset, so he tells her he really was with Scott. Which is the truth. He apologizes for being so late and tells her it won't happen again. She seems satisfied enough and sends him off to bed. She respected Scott and was glad Liam had someone to look up to like him.
Once inside his room, he falls face flat on his bed, groaning. He has a heavy weight on his shoulders that's only increasing with the pile of lies he keeps building. He and his mom used to be so close. It used to be easy to be able to come to her and tell her anything. Now there's just so much he can't share with her.
Liam turns his head when he hears some rustling by his window. He looks at the clock on his nightstand. The red numbers tell him it's 3:15 AM. He hears some more rustling and a few grunts before his bedroom window was being opened. He already knew who it was before his familiar, strong scent gave him away. Brett always had this sweet and musky smell to him, like the first days of spring. He should've expected him to be back so soon. He's a little surprised it even took him this long to come back. Liam couldn't let this continue, though. It's gone on for way too long and honestly, he's had enough of the meaningless sex - that will never be more - he has with Brett. He thought he could have something with his formal rival, but every time he tried to approach the boy outside of their nightly meetings, he acts aloof.
Liam rolls onto his back and looks up at the tall blonde climbing through his window. "What are you doing here, Brett?"
"Wanted to see my favorite little time bomb," Brett replies, climbing on top of Liam. He stretches out on top of him, breathing in his scent. He's got a cheshire grin spread across his face as he says, "I missed you tonight. The full moon's better with you."
Liam knows he shouldn't, but he lets Brett lie on top of him. He almost gave in and let himself enjoy it. Almost. He grants Brett's mouth on his and feels his hands wander over his body. It wasn't until Brett's fingers slipped under his waistband did he make him stop. Liam's hand stuttered as he grabbed Brett's hand, torn between wanting him to continue and for him to stop. He knows how this will end if he lets him, though. Brett will have gone home happy and sated and Liam will be left alone, feeling used again. He knows how the cycle goes and wishes dreadfully he could break it.
"Brett, stop," Liam mumbles to him.
Brett stops kissing him, favoring his jaw. His wandering hands caress Liam's sides under his shirt.
"Mh? Why?" Liam can feel Brett's hot breath against his neck. He'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on.
"We need... to stop—" Liam gasps as Brett scrapes his fangs over Liam's skin.
Brett frowns and pulls back to look at Liam. "Why do you want to stop?"
Liam sighs. "We shouldn't have hooked up again in the first place."
"I don't understand. I thought you wanted this."
Liam looks at him, vulnerable. "It's not enough for me," he says in a soft voice.
"Yeah, whatever, Liam," Brett sighs, clearly annoyed. "So is that it? You want me to leave?" Brett asks him after a few moments of tense silence.
"What?" It kinda hurt Liam that Brett is so quick to get out of there when it doesn't involve sex.
Brett's face softens as he looks at the hurt expression on Liam's face. Brett puts his hands on either side of Liam's face and gives him a soft kiss.
Liam is looking up at him as he pulls back. Brett strokes his thumb across his cheekbone, looking at his lips. "Look, Li, I like you, okay?"
Liam sees it for what it is, though. "You mean you like getting off with me?"
"What's the difference?" Brett shrugs.
"Wow." Liam pushes Brett back far enough that he can get off the bed and away from the older and attractive boy. "That is exactly why we need to stop."
"Why? Because you were stupid enough to catch feelings for me? I told you from the start, Liam. That's not what this is. I don't date and I don't fall in love. Especially not with a little beta with anger issues," Brett says to him, harshly.
Liam felt himself lose control from Brett's words. He knew exactly how to get him riled and it was working. Liam felt his eyes glow gold, his inner wolf taking over. He pushes Brett back onto the bed, growling viciously in his face. Brett grins back. Liam roars at him as his claws make long slash marks in his blanket.
Liam closes his eyes and breathes in deep, shaking. Brett is enjoying this. He wants Liam angry. Angry enough for him to get what he wants. Liam just needs to control his shift, and reign in his anger. Liam's fingernails return to normal and he opens his eyes, back to a shiny blue.
Liam gets off of the other werewolf. Brett slowly sits up as well. Liam's fists are clenched at his sides, his head bowed to the ground. He refuses to look at Brett. Brett gets off of Liam's bed and tries to walk closer to Liam. Liam stops him, though, with his voice.
"Get out!" Liam rumbles. Brett hesitates, looking at Liam before he heads for the open window. "Brett," Liam barely whispers. The other boy stops, listening to Liam. "Don't come back."
The beating of Brett's heart stutters before he finally leaves through the window again.
Liam looks up once he's gone and peeks at his bed. He sees the razor-sharp claw marks on his bedding. He's not sure how he's going to explain that one to his mom.