"What do you have to be scared of, Stiles?" Scott said looking into his eyes like this moment was everything to him.
"Scott, you have Allison, and I know that I am never going to be anything more to you. I will always be the dirty secret that no one can ever find out about. I mean, I get that you can't want me in public, but in general, I want to be wanted not feel ashamed."
"Stiles, I know that you feel that way, and I want to be with you too but you know that is impossible. We would be kicked off the team in a heartbeat. You have been my best friend since day one, and there is nothing in this world that could keep us from ever seeing each other."
Scott was thinking about everything that he could do to show Stiles that he meant something to him, but he didn't know what to do. Ever since his father left with his mother, he has been all alone in the house. His parents continued to send money for the house and for food, but in general, the people that were supposed to love him the most were always abandoning him. No matter what the condition, Stiles was always in his corner, fighting for him, backing up, and even being the best wingman that a guy could have. Stiles would always have a special place in Scott's heart, but not the kind where he could show it to the world.
"Scott, I don't want you to leave me. I mean that I don't want something to get complicated and for you to stop being my friend. I know that someone is going to find out about us, it's inevitable with a school like this, but I want to do everything in my power to keep things the same." Stiles said, choking back the tears that were forming in his eyes.
Scott met his gaze and felt his heart break at the fact his best friend thinking that he could ever leave him. Scott began to see people watching what was going on and had to stop this before people latched on to what was happening. Paranoia was setting in because no one could possibly know anything. The only people that knew about the locker room were Stiles and Scott. Nerves were getting the best of them and Scott knew that he had to do something.
"Stiles, get in your car, and meet me at the rocks in a half hour."
"Okay, but you know tonight I have to have dinner with my father. He wants to talk about my grades and how I have been behaving." Stiles spoke these words as if it was nothing new. In fact, it wasn't because Stiles' father was always hounding him on his grades and following him to crime scenes.
"Trust me, I will make this special okay?" Scott said.
"When have you ever lead me wrong before?" Stiles said jokingly.
Stiles went in to give Scott a hug, but Scott backed away out of a panic. Scott thought that any sign of physical contact would mean people knowing about the kind of friendship that they had. Scott gave Stiles this look of what the fuck do you think you're doing, and walked over to his motorcycle and rode away without even saying goodbye. Stiles stood there, thinking about what had just happened and everything that they talked about. He was mad that Scott wouldn't even give a friendly hug like they usually did. He was hurt and taken back, nonetheless.
Stiles opened his door and threw his books in the back seat, getting into the car, finally starting it before heading home for a quick bite to eat. The good thing about all this was that the rocks were two seconds from Stiles' house, which means that he could go home and change into something more comfortable before meeting Scott. Stiles sat there thinking for a second, not about Scott, but about what he was going to do if this ever got out to the public. He shook it off, and began to pull out of the school parking lot.
"Dad, I'm home. I am going to the rocks with Scott for a bit, but I will be home for dinner!" Stiles yelled as he got into the house.
Stiles went up to his room to change out of his school attire and into gym shorts and a tank top before heading out to the rocks. The last thing that he wanted to do was to be climbing rocks in jeans and a button-down shirt. That would have been the most uncomfortable thing ever. He sat on his bed and looked at the clock, which told him that he had about 20 minutes before he had to be at the rocks, so he decide to lay on the bed for a minute. As soon as his back hit his comforter, he began to touch himself, thinking about Scott and how manly he was being in the parking lot. He reached inside of his pants and slowly felt his cock growing, harder and harder with each and every thought of Scott ripping off his clothes and fucking him senselessly. Stiles let out a soft moan thinking about his friend going down on him, kissing his neck, his abs, then sticking his cock all the way down his throat.
"Stile, what do you want for dinner tonight? I was thinking about making chicken noodle soup from scratch. I know I can't make it quite like your mother, but I can try." Stiles' father said after he knocked on the door.
In that split second, Stiles went from being rock hard and thinking about gay sex with his best friend to limp Scott who was scrambling to take his hands off his dick and answer the door before his father came in.
"Uh yeah sure, do what ever you want." Stiles said as he was trying to get out of bed.
In doing this, Stiles fell over and landed on his shoulder, then bumping his head into the desk. Stiles was a huge mess but that the price that he had to pay when it came to his affection for Scott.
"Stiles, are you ok in there? Did you fall or something?"
"Gee, dad, nothing gets by you. I'm fine, I just tripped over my chair."
"Okay, I'll make the soup, be here in about an hour and a half. Do you think that Scott wants to come over for dinner?"
"Uh—no I think that he has plans with Allison tonight or something. I asked him today if he wanted to come over but that's what he told me." Stiles could feel his heart racing; feeling like his dad knew something, he got up and composed himself before walking out the door.
