| On |

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Brett said with a smirk, leaning forward to plant a kiss in the back of Liam's head.

"How do you know?"

"Dude, I know your dad's a doctor and all, but trust me, it doesn't work that way for us."

"But how do you know?"

"Satomi told me. After your school had the outbreak of distemper."

Liam didn't respond, just leaned back closer against Brett's wet form. He let Brett finish scrubbing the shampoo into his hair and he internally mewled at those strong fingers moving against his scalp. Brett got even closer and Liam could feel everything against his backside. It wasn't like the locker room showers where everyone was distant and isolated. This would never happen there.

"Are you sure?"

Brett groaned before tugging Liam's head back. "Don't be so paranoid," Brett said before kissing his nose.

The short boy huffed and crossed his arms. "I'm not paranoid. I'm educated, asshole."

"To a detriment apparently," Brett muttered and Liam made to retort when he was pushed under the spray. "You still don't trust me, do you?"

Liam turned around and opened his eyes under the water, forcing both of them to yellow as he stared up into Brett's face. "You were my first. Of course I trust you."

"I can smell the doubt, Liam."

"Of course I have doubts." Brett frowned. "Not about you, though. Well, I mean, there are things but they don't matter."

"Hey," he said, lifting Liam's chin to look back up at him. "We were starting to become friends before. You could ask me all sorts of things then…it's no different now." Liam nodded and Brett leaned down to peck him on the forehead. Liam smiled and turned back around to shut the water off, getting his ass squeezed in the process. They stepped out and began to dry themselves on their way back into Liam's sex-smelling room; the boys had been at it for a good hour and lingered on Liam's bed for at least another half hour.

Brett plopped down onto the corner of Liam's bed, still stark naked and making no attempts to change that. Liam couldn't help but constantly look him over before having to look away. Then repeat. Brett shook his head and laughed upon notice. He stood and made to find his discarded trunks on the other side of the bed, being sure to bend over in as revealing a manner as possible. Liam turned around instantly, his semi turning on at full force.

"So what do you have doubts about?" Brett asked, still rummaging about on the far side floor.

"I, uh, err…I wasn't your first was I?" he asked, confidence still drained.

Brett stood up straight, trunks in hand. "You were, actually." Immediately Liam's face brightened up and a smile spread across his lips. "I mean, you were the first guy I've gone all the way with. Only made out a couple times before." Liam's smile couldn't diminish at that; that meant something to him. "Don't look like such a dork," Brett teased before slipping his underwear on.

"What? I'm happy."

"Oh, I saw." Liam went red again and his cock twitched. "Do you want to go again? Is your ass too sore?"

"You suck, you know that?" Brett nodded and grinned. "Besides, we still don't have any condoms."

Brett frowned. "It doesn't even work like that for humans. And have you ever put a condom on? They suck balls in all the wrong ways."

"I was kidding. Wait…why've you put a condom on before?"

Brett walked around and kissed him before saying against Liam's lips, "I said you were my first guy." Liam's eyes widened at the implication before Brett threw him back-first onto the bed. Before the younger beta could say anything, Brett's trunks hit him in the face and the larger boy climbed on top of him.

| o |

After lunch, Liam found himself alone in his house. Given the high he was on, homework was probably the least palatable activity, but given his encounter with Mr. Yukimura the other day he figured it best to be as studious as possible—at least for history. He lay on his bed stomach-down, unable to handle the lingering pain from that morning's activities. Brett was good, loving and attentive even, but he was still a werewolf. And sure, anything that needed healing did, but stretching is stretching and so pain is pain. When he got to the end of his third chapter, some of which were make-up readings, his phone buzzed next to him. It was his mom.

/ We should be home in 5 minutes. Can you come out and help carry stuff in? /

/ Sure /

/ 3 /

Liam glanced down at his book again by the end of a few more pages he heard the car pull into the driveway. He greeted his parents warmly and helped carry in the groceries they picked up on the way home from his aunts' apartment. He asked how they were, of course, and it wasn't until then that he noticed something weird about his mom. She was just acting…off. When they were done with the stuff in the car, and Liam's stepdad was almost done with putting everything away, his mom motioned to go upstairs, two bags in hand. She followed him into his room and closed the door.

"Oookay…what's going on, mom?"

"Liam, you're 16 now and I think it's time we have…an uncomfortable conversation."

Shit.

"Trust me, I don't wanna' have this anymore than you do. And if you'd prefer to talk to Mark about this, I totally understand."

"No, let's, uh, let's just…go ahead," he finally breathed.

"You're in high school. A sophomore. I understand things are changing for you. Your hormones are stronger. I get all that and honestly, when I was your age, I was no different. I had boyfriends in high school and we—"

"Mom."

"I'm just trying to tell you I'm not mad. I was shocked to find a boy in your bed this morning, but I'm not mad. However, the rule for having people over hasn't changed." He nodded and went to interject when she continued. "Now, I'm not going to be a crazy mom and tell you not to have sex. You're in high school. I get it. I do, however, ask that you be safe. That goes for any gender." She handed him one of the two bags. "I also ask that you respect the fact that there are two other people so…courtesy. And, also, remember air conditioning isn't cheap." She looked at both of his open windows and he took the hint, nodding fervently.

"Enough for today?" He nodded even harder. She walked over to his position on the bed—the same corner Brett had been sitting in earlier—and kissed the top of his cheek. "Your aunts say 'hi' by the way. They're happy you're finding yourself." And with that Liam could now feel the red to such that it was like a hot plate on his face. She walked out and let him be, closing the door behind her. He fell back on his bed and looked up at the ceiling, ready to die of embarrassment. To pick himself up, he picked up his phone and texted Mason.

/ kill me /

/ what's wrong? / / you aren't being attacked r u /

/ I'd be calling Scott if I were :P /

/ r u calling me useless? /

/ u did almost die by making out /

/ low blow / / how was I supposed to know anyways? / / I mean when exactly did everyone turn into a crazy monster? / / present e-company excluded /

/ mmhmm /

/ so what's up? /

/ mom found out about Brett? /

/ O.O / / how exactly? /

/ she must have come to check on me this morning /

/ so she saw him? /

/ in just his underwear /

/ and you denied me a pic!? /

/ not the issue at hand /

/ please tell me you got one /

/ a few…now focus! /

/ phew / / so she saw you…with the bae…mmm / / sorry focusing…what happened next? /

/ we talked when she got home / / "the talk" /

/ x.X /

/ and she gave me this /

Liam took a snapshot of the contents of the bag: a box of condoms, a generic brand of lube, and spray-able air freshener.

/ I think I might just die for you /

/ lol /

/ at least she's handling it well / / she wouldn't have bought all that /

/ I guess / / she's not mad /

/ glass half full dude /

/ still wanna' die /

/ lame / / you've got it going dude / / happy parents happy boyfriend / / wait is he your boyfriend now? /

/ don't know / / didn't have that talk /

/ you should find out /

/ need 2 figure out what I want first ;) /

/ truth /

/ although based what we did this morning I'm pretty sure I know what I want /

/ (X.X) / / (X.X) (X.X) (X.X) (X.X) (X.X) /