| I Can Take Him |

"Liam," Mason whispered. "Liam. Liam."

"What?" Liam finally said, turning to his chemistry lab partner.

"It's finished," he said, inconspicuously sliding him a flash drive.

"Not here," Liam said through his teeth.

"How's it going, Mr. Dunbar?" their teacher said, two rows up.

"It's coming along," he tried, faking a smile. Their teacher eyed him and turned back to the two students in the front row. Liam quickly shoved the red device into his watch pocket and made a face at his best friend. He looked down at the papers in front of him, the complex instructions and equations progressing slowly—Mason's even numbered questions were speedy, but Liam struggled with his odd numbered problems.

"I have to say—"

"Shush it," Liam said. "Can't this wait?"

"I haven't seen you all morning and I never, never expected this to happen."

"Can't you just contain yourself for another forty minutes? It's almost lunchtime."

"Dude, you had me record a—"

"Mason," Liam exclaimed, causing a girl in front of them to look back at him.

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, progressing further in their lab once Liam had recovered his focus. "I watched it six times last night." Liam slammed his pencil on his notebook. "Five stars my man. Just wow. You could be a future star. Both of you."

"I'm regretting having ever asked you."

"Don't be like that. Liam, the memories alone are enough, but the playback, ugh. I caught every angle."

Liam shook his head in frustration. He picked up his phone and typed a message out to his friend.

/ you have a calling as a porn director /

"I know," Mason said, having read over the other's shoulder. "And you'll be my muse."

"That was creepy."

"I know. I won't say it ever again," Mason said, his eyes blinking a few extra times in a row, perplexity spread across his face.

"Six times?" Liam whispered a few minutes later, Mason nodding in response. "It's an hour and a half."

"I was able to cut it down to an hour and fifteen."

"You're not helping your case."

"I was up late. So worth it."

"Okay, okay." Liam finished his final problem and passed it over so Mason could finish the packet. "Corey hasn't seen it, right?"

"Not unless he was invisible and standing still for seven hours last night."

"Good."

"He does know about it, though."

"Mason," Liam groaned.

"He came over when I was packing up the cameras after school."

"And you told him?"

"I wasn't about to lie to him."

"Just kill me."

"Don't worry," Mason assured, scribbling out the final bit. "It's embargoed indefinitely. My eyes only. Three levels of encryption. Won't get out to a soul." Liam simply eyed his friend, a large part of him still unconvinced. "You should let me watch it with Corey, though. He'd enjoy it. From an artistic and videography perspective, of course." Liam frowned, his eyes threatening. "Alright. I'm just saying."

"No one, Mason. That was the deal."

"I got it."

"I mean it."

| i |

/ question... /

Liam looked down at his phone as it buzzed against his leg.

/ shoot /

/ no one goes to such lengths to make a sex tape /

/ that was a statement / / since you caught us and since I know you used to make movies with your cousin it seemed like a good idea / / at the time -_- /

/ serious question… /

/ ? /

/ have you been watching gay porn? /

/ go away /

/ kidding / / are you sure that's all? /

/ I mean it's not like I'm in love with him or anything /

Liam's face flushed after he read over the sent message. His heart instantly started to speed up and his hand holding his phone fell to his lap. He looked up, peering out through the windshield at the tennis courts in front of him. Shit.

/ whoa totally wasn't going there / / I wanted to make sure he didn't pressure you or anything /

/ Mason I think I love him /

/ he didn't did he? / / I'll whip his gorgeous werewolf ass if he did / / WHAT? /

/ gotta go / / Brett's here / / ttyl /

Parked in the Devenford Prep lot, Liam finally laid eyes on his boyfriend. Clad in his school uniform, one he used to wear, Liam's cheeks flushed. He was smiling, laughing at a joke by one of the other lacrosse players walking with him. He had to shift in his seat, get comfortable with the rough press against the lining of his jeans; his boxer trunks just weren't protective enough. Brett looked over and spotted his car—his mom's car, rather—and waved his friend off. Liam smiled at him as he got closer.

"Hey dork," Brett said, clambering in after throwing his bags in the back. He leaned over and kissed the other boy's lips. "You ready to see some Thor?"

"Uh-huh," Liam expelled, his bulge twitching from the aftermath of the kiss. He started up the car, Brett looking at him curiously before smelling it; he smiled to himself. Liam drove them to the theater, no sounds between them except for his iPod playing; Brett was tapping his fingers at one point. When they got close to the mall, waiting in a turn-lane at a light, they simultaneously interrupted each other.

"I'll jerk you off," Brett had offered.

"Can I fuck you," Liam had said.

They looked away from each other immediately, Liam's cheeks flushing even redder than before. The light turned green and he started to go. Brett smiled again to himself, getting over the initial startle of Liam's question. They were quiet again while Liam searched for a parking spot, finally scoring one in the back after a middle-aged couple backed out. Once again, they interrupted each other.

"Forget what I said," Liam had said.

Brett, however, simply said, "Yes."

The younger werewolf froze, unable to blink, nor tear his eyes away from his boyfriend's face. After a moment, when Liam finally blinked and Brett revealed his teeth behind his grin, they moved in conjunction. They tore their seatbelts away and got out of the car in a hurry, only to get into the backseat. Brett got in his smaller boyfriend's lap. Their lips collided, their teeth bumping on impact. Liam's hands found their way under Brett's dress-shirt that he'd untucked, gripping hard against the boy's back. Brett began to grind down. His arm was draped around the back of Liam's shoulders, his other feeding into the boy's hair. They were breathing hard against each other, their tongues too mingled to allow their lips to break free.

| i |

"Two for Thor: The Dark World, please," Brett said, flashing a smile at the teller. Liam was next to him, watching as the girl looked them over and smiled back at Brett. She took his debit card, handed it back to him, and handed him their tickets.

"Enjoy the show," she said, eyeing Brett as he started for the door. Liam followed, not getting the same address from her eyes, his possessiveness only pinging; given what they just did, he knew what Brett wanted.

"You want anything to drink?" Brett asked. "Popcorn? Reece's?"

"I've got my fill," Liam said.

Brett's expression sunk, his cheeks reddening. Liam smirked at him, walking ahead toward the movie. Only, he was the one with the limp.