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"Are you disappointed in me?" Liam said, walking out into the garage to see his stepdad detailing the inside of his luxury car. Dr. Geyer got out from leaning inside his car and stood up straight to turn to his stepson.

"Disappointed? About what?"

"I assume mom told you."

Dr. Geyer frowned. "Liam, I thought you knew me better than that." Liam just shrugged. "Hey, c'mere." Dr. Geyer pulled Liam into a quick hug. "I told you when I married your mom that I may never replace your dad, but that I hoped to be someone you could count on. That hasn't changed. You wanna' play lacrosse or not—that's cool. You wanna' go to university or not—that's your decision, although certainly one we should discus. You wanna' date a guy or not—it's just the same. I'm here to support you and your mom. I love you both and I only want what's best for you."

Liam nodded and his face livened up a little. "I, um, I don't know if we're dating."

"That's okay, too. Just, be safe and smart about things. And respect your mom's rules," he said with a wink. Liam nodded again. "Are you planning to see him again?"

"We're supposed to practice lacrosse tonight."

Dr. Geyer smiled. "I have to meet this boy."

"You have, actually." His stepfather's eyebrow rose. "It's, uh, it's Brett Talbot…from Devenford."

"The one you almost got into a couple of fights with?"

Liam nodded but quickly added, "We were friends before that, though. And last year things kinda'…changed. We kinda' put it behind us."

Dr. Geyer just nodded but clearly wasn't fazed by this news; his support stood. "Just remember, play it safe and play it smart. With all things."

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"Hey," Liam said, walking up to his former teammate sitting in front of the Devenford home-team goalpost.

"Hey," Brett said, looking up from his phone and smirking at him. "This is becoming a bad habit for…trespassing twice in almost two weeks."

Liam just shrugged. "It's worth it, as long as you're not sick of me," he teased.

Brett stood. "Not yet at least." Liam grinned and walked over to the side of the pitch to toss his lacrosse bag next to the other beta's. "Did you eat?"

"No?"

"Good…we can eat after."

Liam smiled and they began, running various drills and plays that were common for simple practice. But after a while, Brett proposed something new: turning their werewolf powers on and off. While tentative, Liam agreed and by the end of their short drills, he came out of it relatively unscathed psychologically.

"You did good, short stuff," Brett said, out of breath. "You're getting stronger all the time, you know?"

Liam blushed a little but smiled, playing it off as part of their budding friendship as well as lacrosse and inter-pack comradery. "You're still faster."

"Not by much. You're gonna' catch me by the end of the season."

"If you let me," Liam grumbled. Brett laughed and lightly tackled the boy to the floor. "What the h—mmph." Brett's lips stole Liam's own as his hands ran through the smaller boy's hair. Liam moaned into him as Brett ground their dicks together, poorly shielded by their boxers and athletic shorts. "Unghh…Brett…not here." Brett let Liam's head rest back and looked down at him. He looked hungry. Predatory. Brett nodded and got to his feet before helping Liam to his own; his erection was incredibly visible.

Brett led them towards the locker room entrance and for a moment Liam thought he was actually going to step foot inside. The Devenford Prep locker room was very different from Beacon Hills,' primarily in their smell; where the latter and other public boys' locker rooms smelled heavily of Axe, Devenford's smelled strongly of cologne, Armani sticking out the most. But Brett stopped them short of the doors and pushed Liam up against the inside wall of the tunnel. He skipped right past the boy's lips. He moved to his neck, sucking hard while pushing hard against him. Liam could smell Brett's desire overpowering his own, and to a great deal. Brett really wanted him and Liam was helpless to stop him—not that he wanted to.

After discarding the smaller boy's shirt, Brett immediately kissed down his chest and moved to a nipple. Liam's hands moved into the other's hair, both of his nipples quite tender from their morning attention. "P-pocket…" Liam gasped, unwillingly thrusting at the hand that had moved to his boner. Brett reached inside and found a condom. He looked up at Liam's desperately enthralled face and smirked before discarding it behind him. Liam made to protest when Brett turned him around and yanked his shorts and boxers down, exposing him completely.

"What're you—hah! Oh…shit! Don't stop!"

Brett lapped at his hole hungrily, both his hands on the boy's hips and his thumbs spreading him wide. Liam writhed against the concrete wall, the pain of the material scraping into his chest just making Brett's ministrations all the more pleasurable. His eyes turned yellow and his 'o' shaped lips revealed his fangs. He pushed back and tried to reach back to cup Brett's head, to get him closer, only to have his hand smacked away. So he submitted and Brett stood. His own shirt fell next to Liam's and just as quickly his shorts and boxer trunks were around his ankles. With a spit or two into his palm and a coat around his dick, he pushed forward.

"Nnghh…"

"You're so good, Liam." Liam nodded and pushed back to meet him halfway, wanting him just as much now. Liam twisted enough to kiss him hard, bending his arm so he could grab the back of Brett's hair and force them together hard.

"Fuck me, Brett."

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It was after 9 when they finally sat down at a local burger grill. They'd been on the pitch for an hour or so and in the tunnel for almost as long. They were sweaty and a close observation could smell the sex radiating between them. Liam sat there with arms crossed, leaning back; he already knew what he was ordering. He stared at Brett's plain face, watching the taller beta's eyes run line-by-line down the menu. He was gorgeous, even when picking out a burger.

"You're staring," Brett finally said, now on the second page of the menu.

"You're hot," Liam blurted, then reddened.

Brett only snorted and smirked. "You are, too, y'know. I've had a crush on you for a while." Liam's heart beat a little harder. He looked away at first and Brett returned to looking at the menu. "I think I'm having a milkshake."

"I think you should join Scott's pack. Or, at least, you know, consider it."

Brett didn't answer at first, just kept reading the 'Burgers' section. After a minute, before their waitress came over, he looked up again. "I'll think about it," he said, reaching across the table to ask for Liam's hand. "Right now, I just wanna' worry about being your boyfriend."

Author's Note: Okay this is the foreseeable end of this story. I definitely won't be done with Briam but I think this is done. Also, the titles are based off of what Liam said in 5x04...different, off, wrong...just went the other way with the binaries. Hope you all enjoyed!