The next morning, I woke up spooning behind Stiles, as usual. I licked his ear.
"Did I make up for it last night?" I asked, mischievously.
I felt him nod and grinned into his warm back, smelling him. I dismissed my admittedly frequent act of sniffing Stiles as something innocent.
"You smell so good."
"Ew. Really? I'm morning gross," Stiles responded. "Whoa," he said, apparently feeling my engorged lower appendage pressing into his soft backside. "Is that what gets you off, my morning stank? Wow. You werewolves are so filthy and naughty."
Stiles left my bed and walked toward my bathroom. I felt a great deal of the warmth escape from the covers as he left, as well as his marvelous scent. I inhaled what I could before it would be washed away by the shower he was about to indulge in. I was genuinely disgusted by my almost primal behavior.
After we had both showered, of course together, with Stiles doing some things in the shower to alleviate my unwanted arousal that his scent had caused, we got into Stiles' car and headed off toward our school.
School felt particularly boring that day, perhaps because I had so many other more interesting things going on in my life.
After school we had lacrosse practice. It was going like it usually did until Stiles got tackled. Without even thinking about it, I slammed the guy that had done it to the ground and started punching him.
"Scott, what the hell!" exclaimed Stiles, pulling me off of the guy with strength I didn't even know he possessed. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes, trying to calm me. I snatched away from him and walked off the lacrosse field toward the trees. Stiles ran up behind me and forcibly turned me around to face him, being a lot more aggressive than he usually was. "What is going on with you?" he asked.
"I don't know," I answered honestly.
"You can't go around beating the crap out of everyone who touches me. Next thing you know, you're gonna be beating up people when they pat me on the back. It can't be like this, Scott. Do you understand?"
I nodded. I had never seen Stiles take charge that way.
"Let's go talk to Coach Finstock. You're probably gonna get suspended or something now," said Stiles, leading me back toward the lacrosse field with his hand on my back.
"Coach Finstock, he's just been having a hard week," said Stiles in my defense as we sat in the coach's office.
"That's very nice, Stiles, but I would like for Mr. McCall to speak for himself," said Coach Finstock turning his gaze to me.
I lifted my head to look at him.
"I don't know, Coach. I've got a lot on my mind, I guess."
"You guess? McCall, you just tried to beat the living crap out of that poor kid. What is up with this violent streak you've had lately? In all seriousness, is everything alright at home, McCall?"
"Yeah. It's fine. It's just...I've grown to care a lot about Stiles lately."
The coach looked dumbfounded.
"A lot," I repeated.
"Oh...oh. Well, I couldn't care less, McCall. That still doesn't give you the right to go around attacking everyone who tackles him," said the coach, pointing to Stiles, who was now leaning with his hands on the back of the chair I was seated in. Stiles looked around, almost with a guilty look.
"It's not your fault, Stiles. I'm the psychopath," I told him.
"Anyway, don't let it happen again. I'll apply the "three strikes, you're out" rule to this one. This is your second strike, McCall. Don't let there be a third one," finished the coach.
We solemnly exited the coach's office. As we left through the front doors of the school, I saw Isaac standing by Stiles' car.
"Hey," said Isaac as we approached him, obviously more so speaking to Stiles than I.
"Hey," Stiles returned.
I remained silent, wondering if he was up to something.
"So, here's your pen I borrowed in chemistry class," said Isaac to Stiles, handing him a blue pen.
"Oh. Wow. Thanks. Don't come across kids like you too often," said Stiles, with a smile.
"Yeah. You don't know the half of it." Isaac moved a little closer to Stiles.
"Alright, Stiles. We have that thing," I said, trying to come up with an excuse to remove Isaac from my boyfriend's space.
"What thing?" asked Stiles, genuinely oblivious to what I was trying to do.
I wiped my hand down my face in disbelief at my boyfriend's dimwitted behavior.
"Uh. Okay then. I'll see you later Isaac," said Stiles.
"Alright then. Bye Stiles. Bye Scott." When Isaac said my name, he said it with mischief behind his tone.
Stiles smiled at him and we walked toward his Jeep.
"Did you find anything suspicious about the way he was talking?" I asked Stiles.
"Uh, no. You're just over-analyzing, as usual," Stiles said a bit more harshly than he probably intended.
"Oh my god. You mean that."
"It's just that I'm getting a little tired of you going all bloody murder on everyone over me lately. Pretty soon, I'm not gonna have any friends."
"I'm sorry, baby." I picked him up and sat him on the hood of his car. He immediately jumped back off.
"No. We're not about to make out 'til I forgive you. Promise you'll talk to Derek."
"Ugh. Again?"
"Yes. Again. I wanna know what the hell is wrong with you."
"Fine."
Stiles dropped me off at my house and then continued on to his.
As I sat in my room that night, I thought about the interaction that had went down between Isaac and Stiles.
"What was he up to?" I thought aloud.
Something about it just wasn't innocent. The way Isaac moved closer to Stiles when he told him "he didn't know the half of it". What did that even mean, anyhow? He doesn't know the half of it? He doesn't know the half of what?
The thoughts of that scene drove me to pay the visit to Derek that I'd promised Stiles I'd make.
"Mom, I'm taking the car." I grabbed the keys off of the hook and left out of the door before she could even respond.
I drove faster than usual, yearning to know why my relationship with Stiles suddenly seemed so complex.
"You again?" said Derek as I entered his place of solace.
"Yeah. I promised Stiles I'd visit you."
"Why?"
"I have another question. I keep, um, beating the living crap out of people over Stiles and it needs to stop. Help me?"
"That again? Look, Scott. No matter what is causing your uncontrollable rage, the solution for it is universal. Every person, whether human or shape-shifter, has the responsibility to control themselves. For some, like us, it's harder, but it's still something we have to do."
I couldn't even respond. I had never thought about it that way. I had always assumed that this werewolf stuff had solutions for every one of its shortcomings.
"Practice composing yourself when those situations do arise. I'm still running my tests, and I'll know if you've been practicing."
His last sentence rang through my head throughout the night. How would he know? What are these "tests"?
I did get to sleep that night, but it wasn't the good kind of sleep; it was the kind of sleep in which you have so many thoughts crowding your mind that it's barely sleep at all.
At school the next day, I made my way to the lunchroom, expecting to see Stiles sitting in his usual spot, but he wasn't. I looked around the cafeteria. I was about to come to the conclusion that he'd had something important to do until I saw him flagging me down from a different table. He was sitting with...Isaac.
"Hey, Issac," I said lamely, not wanting my suspicions of Isaac to be too obvious, as they had upset Stiles previously.
"Hey, Scott" he replied. "Want some of my cookie, Stiles?" he offered my boyfriend.
"Sure," Stiles responded. He could never turn down food.
Isaac held the cookie out toward Stiles' mouth. Stiles looked a little surprised that he hadn't just broken off a piece and handed it to him but, being the open person that he was, he didn't think about it too long before he bit the cookie as Isaac held it out. As Stiles bit the chocolate chip cookie and licked the leftover chocolate from his lower lip, I smelled a peculiar aroma emanate from Isaac. It was...arousal. I'd had enough.
"Okay. You know what? Stiles, even though it may upset you, I must say something. Isaac, I know for a fact that you're aware of my relationship with Stiles because Derek is your Alpha, and I'm sure he's mentioned it to you."
Isaac look surprised at my sudden outburst.
"My point being, back the hell off."
"But I was just-," Isaac tried to explain.
"Save it, man. This-," I grabbed the stunned Stiles and pulled him into an engaging and inappropriately tongue-involved kiss. "is mine," I finished.
Isaac looked worried, but what confused me was that his concerned gaze was aimed directly behind me rather than at me. I heard someone clear their throat and turned around to meet the gaze of the school principal, the one that replaced the wicked Gerard Argent after he "disappeared".
"How about you and your friend meet me in my office after lunch," he said slowly.
I nodded nervously in response. I'd gotten to know the new principal very well, as he'd proven to be the most efficient one Beacon Hills High School had ever seen. The first thing he did after he was inaugurated was examine the files of Beacon Hills' most challenged students, a roster which obviously included me, with the academic mudslide I seemed to be stuck on. Most of the school's students' test scores were above average, so pinpointing students like myself and the like proved to be not so difficult. He'd chatted with me one-on-one about why my academic profile was so mediocre and had gotten me on a personalized tutoring plan. I really did appreciate it though, that someone seemed to care about my academic success. Obviously, Stiles cared, but there was only so much my boyfriend, who was extremely smart, but still limited as to how much he could help a person without hurting his own test scores in the process, could do.
I looked at Stiles after the principal had walked away. "Sorry," I said pathetically. Stiles didn't respond, appearing not to know what to say.
As we sat outside of the principal's office, Stiles gave me a sudden peck on the lips.
"What was that for?" I asked, happily surprised, but dumbfounded.
"I didn't wanna air out our personal lives in front of Isaac, but I am so proud of you, Scotty Poo," he responded.
"I'd really hate to ask, because I'm very happy that you're not pissed at me for flipping out on Isaac and getting you sent to the principal's office, but why exactly are you proud?"
"Scott, that wasn't 'flipping out'. What you did to Jackson in the locker room, that was flipping out."
A figurative light bulb lit up above my head. "Oh, yeah. You're totally right. I controlled it. I don't know how though."
Stiles grabbed my face and gave me three sweet, slow kisses. Apparently, he didn't time them well because they were once again seen by the principal.
"Glad to see that you two haven't changed since lunchtime. Come on in," he ushered us.
I was nervous, sitting there in that office. I didn't like getting in trouble mainly because it crushed me to see my mom look disappointed in me.
"So, gentlemen, as I'm sure you're aware of, we have a code of conduct here at Beacon Hills, as do all high schools. Graphic PDA, such as what I witnessed you two demonstrating about half an hour ago...and five minutes ago outside of my very office, is considered inappropriate in this environment."
"We're sorry, sir. It's just that I love him," Stiles started, grabbing my hand. "so much," he finished.
I felt myself blush. The principal tried to hold back a genuine smile.
"Alright." He stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it. "You two get out of here."
Stiles quickly ceased the moment and went for the exit. I quickly got up and followed.
"Control the PDA," the principal said as we exited, closing the door behind us.
I was about to kiss Stiles, until I realized that that was the very conduct we'd just almost been punished for.
"I love you too," I said.
"Thanks, but I mostly said that to keep us out of trouble, which I performed beautifully, if I don't say so myself."
Before I could even get sad, Stiles kissed me. I frantically looked around, as we were still fairly close to the principal's office.
"Don't worry. Unlike you, I'm careful." He kissed my nose and started to walk off toward his class.
After school, as Stiles and I walked toward his Jeep, we noticed a box and a rose on the hood of his car.
"Oh. I love this candy. Who left this?" Stiles read what was written on the box of candy. "It's from Isaac," he said to me carefully. "He even left a flower," he added clumsily.
I felt sadness more-so than anger. It was like Isaac was beating me at romancing my own boyfriend. I could see on Stiles' face that he really appreciated the thoughtful gifts.
"Don't worry, sweetie." He kissed my forehead. "Well, actually, if he plans on giving me good sex, you should worry, because I have so much filthy, horny energy built up from you denying me sex because you 'don't wanna hurt me'."
That really worried me. Stiles just laughed at the look of panic on my face, kissing me on the forehead and getting into his Jeep.
After Stiles dropped me off at home, I lied in bed, thoughts of him potentially falling for Isaac filling my mind. Isaac just seemed to be so much better at this thing than me. He was so...smooth. I ran an anxious hand through my hair. There was only one thing to do: I had to have sex with Stiles.
It was a little after midnight when I called him up. I figured that sex after midnight would be a little bit more dirty and enjoyable than evening sex.
"Hey, honey," he answered.
"Uh, hey, baby. Wanna come over?"
"Sure," he replied nonchalantly.
After I hung up, I tried to concoct a plan. I needed to bring him so much pleasure that he wouldn't dream of leaving me. I collapsed face-first into my pillow in frustration. I went downstairs to open the door, as I'd heard Stiles' distinctive break whine as he pulled up in front of my house, even though I didn't need to, as he'd had a key made ages ago.
"Hey, babe," I said before kissing him hello.
He smiled and walked up to my bedroom. I locked the door and followed, taking my time as to allow myself just a little more time to think this over. I watched as he dropped his bag on my floor, removed his jacket, and hopped into my bed, clearly anticipated my joining him. I smiled weirdly and slowly made my way over to the bed.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, giggling as I got into the bed with him.
"I'm gonna be honest with you. I was worried because...I felt like Isaac was showing me up, you know? And I know you're gonna say 'you'd never leave me for him' and stuff, but you never know what could happen. He could end up really impressing you."
I breathed in heavily as I'd said most of it in one breath.
"Scott, I'm not even going to entertain that idea."
"Well, you don't have to, because I'm going to entertain you." I used the remote to mute the television and started kissing and biting Stiles' neck in such a way that hickeys were inevitable. I took his extravagant moaning as a good sign.
"Oh, Scott. I want this so bad," Stiles said with his eyes closed in pleasure.
"Good," I responded roughly.
I felt his delicate hand rub me through my zipper, which significantly increased the pressure down there.
"God, you're so big too," he added. "I want your big werewolf cock."
"Then take it out. It's all yours."
With a devilish grin he unzipped my jeans, reached into my boxer briefs, and started to stroke me. It didn't take long before I got that familiar tingly feeling.
"Um, Stiles, I am very, very attracted to you. Therefore, just feeling your hand around it right now is almost enough alone to make me reach my peak, so stroking it is definitely not a good idea unless you want me to climax prematurely."
He ignored me. I felt my eyes rolling back and couldn't help but push into his hand a little as he expertly worked me. He looked at my face as if trying to estimate when I was going to release. I moaned authentically as I rapidly approached. Before I knew it, his hand was drenched.
"Stiles, why?" I exclaimed, breathing heavily as I came down from my sexual high.
"Because I could tell you had pent up hormones."
"But I wanted to use those hormones on you!"
"Okay, now I'm gonna be honest with you: I don't like the idea of you plowing me just because you're scared that Isaac is gonna do it first. That's not what I want our first time to be like."
I felt guilty.
"It's okay, Scott. The only reason I didn't tell you why I was doing that for you was because I knew you wouldn't let me help you out unless I felt pleasure too. That's one of the things I love about you; you're selfless, but now you won't have to feel like you're gonna explode whenever we're together because you're not touching me. I can see how sexually frustrated you are all the time, Scott. You don't think I notice the boners you get just from sitting next to me? I mean, my hormones get crazy sometimes too, but I know yours are amplified because of the whole werewolf thing, so I'm gonna wash my hands and go home. You get some rest."
After he left my bathroom from washing his hands, I stopped him.
"Wait, Stiles. I want you to stay here tonight."
"But, your mom-"
"I don't care. I love you."
He smiled warmly.
"I love you too, Scott, but your mom is gonna scald you if she sees that I slept in your bed. You know she doesn't like the idea of you getting freaky with anyone in her house."
"I still don't care."
"Well then," Stiles said mischievously.
Stiles removed all of his clothes, including his underwear, and hopped into my bed, hiding his exposed lower half under the covers.
"How about we test that amazing werewolf stamina and see how much fun I can have with that supernatural thing of yours, hm?"
I stripped faster than I knew I could and gladly accepted his challenge.