A./N 'Abandoned house, and the morning after" prompt by Otter, on the neocites site.
"Where are we?" Mason asks, wondering around.
"God only knows" Scott said his nose twitching. He listens. "No-one's here. Stiles just texted me, everyone's safe, and you know you're safe with me" Scott winks as the human responds by instantly taking his pants off. "What are you...!"
"Don't worry I'm not trying to seduce you, I just need to take these off. They're soaking wet. I'll check out the rooms, I've got clothing, but I need a towel" Mason said. For an empty house the place looked lived in. There was a coffee stain on wooden coffee table, yankee candles on the bookcase were half used. The flowers in the vase, faintly, slowly fading. Scott thought about putting them in the bin, but thought better of it. Moments later, his partner comes down in grey jogging bottoms and his huge rucksack.
"Let's open your stuff" He says pointing at the bag. Scott opens it, pulling out a small sword, daggers, a rifle a lance and firearm, one of his best friends items. "Can you go outside? Just to check if anyone's around?" The human asks.
"Sure?" Scott walks out and scopes the area, by the time he comes back, Mason was writing in felt tip on paper attached to a mobile board. There were different brain storms all over the place with A4 pieces of paper with places and Green sticky notes attached. "I...wasn't even gone that long?" Scott asks, a little worn out, but intrigued, he sits on the arm of the couch, playing with a neon purple cushion.
"I've been texting Satomi's pack, sent them our location" Mason said.
"Did you call Brett?"
"I didn't wanna annoy him, I've already called him five times today?"
"That's five times more than you call me" Scott stick his tongue out.
None the less, There's a pathway not far from here. It's quite a long walk, I've drawn a pathway, here, here and here, with signs we should be seeing. If we go the right way, we should be at a place called Tate's Terrace. There's shop's, also a garage. We have to be there early. Set your alarm too okay? We'll be meeting a guy called "Blessed Holloway"
"Blessed?"
"Yeah, doesn't his name sound freaking intense! We'll be meeting him at Seven Thirty, so do you wanna leave here at about Six am? I've seen this this guy's instagram, want to take a look"
"I wanna stand up, but I can't" The were confessed.
"What? Are you injured?" Mason said scurrying to him, with a worried look on his face.
"Ummm...no" Scott removes his hands and turned towards him. His mouth twisted into an awkward scowl as he shows him his timid erection.
"Handwritten brainstorming gets you hot?" Mason squints in confusion.
"I think my dick likes being told what to do? Ever since we got here, you've been ordering me around" Scott points out.
"Sorry"
"Don't be" He nods.
"I'll be happy to sort that out later! With Danny's help, I found the name of this address. What gift do think we should send the homeowners...if or when they come back?" Mason asks, tapping the were on the leg.
"Maybe a few relationship goal pictures of us?" Scott shrugs as he moves from the arm, of the sofa to the broad creme cushion.
"What type of photos do you have in mind?" Mason asks, grinning as he slides his hand into Scott's crotch. Without missing a beat the were pulls his trousers to his knees. They can still hear the rain as Mason takes him out of his boxers. Easing his thumb around his tip, softly sliding his palm over his shaft. Patient strokes while his partner lifts his shirt up. He smiles to himself as Scott runs his hand over his own chest, gently teasing his tense nipples.
"Can I fuck you now? We can think of a house gift later? I've got my own special present for you" Scott croaks, as his eyes turn red.
"Say please?" Mason chuckles.
"Please?"
"Deal!" Mason agrees as his boyfriend grabs his arm and carries him upstairs.