God, school sucked.
Stiles huffed as he leaned back in his chair, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. His hands hurt from all the typing- which was saying something because as much as he jerked off he should have the hand strength of a fucking god- and his essay was still altogether unfinished.
"Fuck professor Gavelin, fuck this damn deviant and alternate behaviors class, fuck this essay, fuck that asshole that sits next to me with the gorgeous eyes, fuck everyone in that class and while we're at it fuck Justin Bieber too because why the fuck not."
He groaned and ran his hands over his face, pulling at his hair. It was almost 7:00 and he had wanted to be done by 4:00. He was tired and hungry and annoyed and irritated and above all he was horny. A completely new level of horny. A level he had not felt since- well, ever really, because being horny before being a virgin and being horny after being a virgin were completely different things. Yeah, he was a horny motherfucker before his proverbial cherry was popped, but knowing how good sex was and not being able to actually have it?
God, it was torture.
Yeah, he could technically go out and find someone to give him a good dicking, but what good would that do? He had found himself jerking it to the thoughts of the Hale pack; Peter's lecherous smile, Boyd's strong arms, Jackson's soft lips, Isaac's tongue. Not to mention the fact that he hadn't really experienced either Scott or Derek yet. He couldn't really sleep with them while this whole process was going on, and nobody else seemed to do it for him. And plus, he liked the idea of not having anyone inside him until he actually became pack bitch- call him sentimental but Danny had explained to him that most were's had a scent thing and maybe he wanted to exploit it. Big deal. And he didn't believe Derek would be too happy with someone else's scent on what belonged to him.
Stiles moaned. Belonged.
Honestly he just really wanted to see their dicks, and ride them all like he was in a western.
"Oh my god," Stiles said to his apartment. "I'm becoming Isaac."
So not only was the Hale pack cock-blocking him (which didn't make sense because wasn't he there to get fucked?) but so was this damn essay and he was also sort of quasi-cockblocking himself. He was already hard in his jeans and he brought a hand down to rub himself there, groaning at the contact. The thought that he could easily stop this whole essay deal and watch some hardcore werewolf porn flashed through his mind- but the idea that none of the werewolves on the videos were his werewolves quickly squashed it down.
He hadn't realized how boring his life was until he quit his jobs. He needed a distraction. Lydia was at work and his date with Scott wasn't until tomorrow. Against his own instincts he had already cleaned his apartment half a dozen times (which was a miracle in and of itself because he never cleaned. Hopefully Isaac would be fairly good at that.), re-watched Star Wars at least three times, and ordered a new dildo whilst giving sneaky glances to his apartment as if he actually had friends there to creep on him.
And boy did that thought sadden him. He had realized shortly after this whole ordeal started that he didn't really have that many friends. There was Lydia, obviously, but he didn't really have anyone else to talk to. There was the occasional awkwardly forced co-worker conversation at the coffee shop, he had a few classmates he hung out with sometimes, and sometimes Danny even texted him now and again, just to check in. He wondered how Danny was doing- probably was having amazing sex with some hot guy right now.
He rolled his eyes at himself. He had come full circle.
But one of the things he had decided was good about this pack-bitch thing was that it would give him friends, good friends. People he could talk to, people he could be around and laugh with and fight with and play video games along with the occasional blow job. And with time, they would become his… family away from family, sort of. If he knew anything about werewolf packs, it was that they were extremely tight-knit. And he wanted that. However alone he tended to be, he thrived in social situations. And yeah, he might as well just say it, he wanted a family again. But he also wanted the constant sex with a pack of hot werewolves- but that was beside the point. Maybe if this all worked out he could move his father up to New York- then it would be his family.
He scoffed. Who was he kidding? His father would shoot 87% of the New Yorkers he met within the first 20 minutes of stepping into the city.
He raised himself up to look at his laptop, glaring at the half finished paper. He went through his options, deciding whether or not he should be the diligent student and finish his paper now, or go to his room and jerk off and a few times. It was quite possibly one of the easiest decisions he had ever made.
He saved his document and closed the laptop, walking into his room to spend the rest of the day fingering himself into a pathetically lonesome orgasm induced bliss.
XoX
"Dress casual," he said to himself as he eyed his wardrobe. Derek had texted him earlier giving him the command, along with: Scott's not really a fancy type, and he'll probably be sort of nervous, so whatever you two do together it'll most likely be very relaxed.
Stiles had rolled his eyes at the grammatical perfection that was Derek's texts- he totally seemed like the guy to spell everything out. But Derek didn't have to tell him to dress casual- casual was Stiles' default. He grabbed a simply white v-neck and his red jacket, sliding on some jeans and sneakers along with it. He made sure that his hair was properly sexed over (because ever since Lydia had taught him that it became a daily thing).
Without the worrying over his state of dress, he found himself with more time than he had anticipated leftover. He wandered around in his kitchen, wondering if food would be provided or if he should grab a pop-tart or something. He stomach growled and he held a hand to eat- deciding that he would wait and see, it would be rude to refuse food and he didn't want to come off as a jack-ass. So instead, he let his mind wander about what Scott would look like. He hadn't ever seen the other man, not even in passing, so he didn't really have anything to go off. He had been texting the other wolves periodically throughout the week, both in pursuit of knowledge of his next companion but also because he was kinda lonely. After finding out the fact, Peter quickly texted him with the suggestion that he could come to Stiles' place and make him feel a lot less lonely which, while Stiles added the image to his ever expanding spank-bank, would violate the terms of agreement he had set with Derek. Then Peter offered to send him a dick pic, which had actually made Stiles blush and while it didn't go against the rules necessarily, it felt like it was a sort of loophole, and Stiles didn't want to do loopholes with this.
Anyway- back to Scott. Isaac had only said: he's got a rlly nice way w/ words, if u catch my drift. And, uh, Stiles had definitely not caught his drift. Boyd had told him: He's really smiley and cute, sorta like a puppy.U 2 will get along well, no doubt. I smell a future bromance. And Stiles had wondered if it could actually be considered a bromance if there was actual fucking going on? He filed it away in his mental box of 'To Google' thoughts for later. Jackson said: i guess hes cool bt kid's a fuckin' dumbass. But ur a dumbass 2 so youll prolly like him. Which was an asshole thing to say because hello, Jackson was an asshole, but he interpreted it as "you two will like each other." And Peter, being Peter, had said: I can only imagine you two will become fast friends. I can also imagine, though, the both of you screaming my name while I fuck you with my fingers. Seems like it could become a very beautiful friendship. You sure you don't want that picture? I could send it right now, if you want.
Altogether they hadn't helped him at all, those assholes. All he could tell was that he and Scott would get along well, which was good because they kinda had to. They had also told him that Scott had a girlfriend/fiancé or whatever she was, which had immediately worried Stiles because he didn't want to be a homewrecker for God's sake, however horny he might be. But they had quickly reassured him that he would in no way be coming between them, and they had already worked everything out so Stiles could move forward in ease. He still felt uneasy about it, but they had been very insistent that he would not be ruining their relationship. He wouldn't be at ease though, until he talked to Scott himself.
There was a knock at the door that snapped him from his thoughts and he quickly patted himself out, making sure his clothes were in order only to come to the realization that he didn't really have anything to mess up, considering her sort of looked like he had just woken up (except for the hair. the hair was good.) He took a deep breath, mussed his hair a little more, and opened the door.
He wasn't entirely sure if it was good or bad that his first thought was to aww in his mind, because Boyd was kind of right, he did sort of look like a puppy. He had these big brown eyes, tan skin and he was about Stiles' height, give or take a little. He had a wonky jawline but surprisingly it didn't take away from his charm, added to it most likely. He had on a rather tight white graphic tee that showed off his biceps with low slung jeans. His lips were pulled into a slight smirk.
"Oh, wow, you're actually pretty hot." Scott said, eyes trailing over him. Stiles' face fell and he lifted a brow. It took longer than he thought it would for Scott to catch on, but when he did his face shifted immediately to one that looked regretful. "No! Dude, I- I totally didn't mean it like that! Seriously! It's just that the other guys were saying you were hot and I just hadn't seen you yet, but you actually are hot, so-"
Stiles laughed. "It's okay, man."
The look on Scott's face would've made Stiles believe he had just insulted his deceased mother. "No, it's not! I totally didn't mean for it to come out like that, you're actually really attractive and I just, it was that first thing that came out an-"
Stiles raised a hand, and that effectively cut the man off. "Seriously, dude, it's fine. No harm done. At least you're not another Jackson."
Scott's face immediately changed to a smile. "Yeah, he's a dick."
Stiles nodded. "Tell me 'bout it. You're pretty hot yourself," he said with a smirk, holding out his hand. "Stiles Stilinski."
Scott smiled a smile so bright it would've blinded him. "Scott McCall. Nice to finally meet you."
Something came to his attention when Scott said his name, but he couldn't figure out what it was, so it pushed it to the back of his mind.
"Sorry," Scott said again, his smile faltering. "I'm a little nervous- obviously."
"Dude you're doing great so far and it's only been like, what, two seconds? You're fine." Scott smiled again. "So, what's the plan?"
Scott's eyes widened again and he shifted on his feet. "Uh, I couldn't really think of anything to do and a restaurant just seemed like too much so I figured we could just go back to my place and sorta chill?"
Stiles nodded with a considering look on his face. "I could definitely chill."
"We could get nachos and pizza and stuff, if you want, or beer, whatever. And I've got an xbox-"
"You have an xbox?" Stiles asked, looking into Scott's eyes. Stiles didn't have enough money to have any game systems except for his laptop, and he was severally video game deprived. And since he hadn't eaten, beer and pizza and nachos sounded perfect.
"Yeah- I got Halo, but I don't know i-"
"Dude what the fuck are we still doing here? We should be playing Halo by now!"
Scott beamed at him again and Stiles hurriedly turned to lock the door behind him, quickly rushing past Scott.
"You don't know what my car looks like!" Scott yelled.
"Then hurry the hell up!"
XoX
When Scott opened the door to his apartment he didn't expect to see a head of long brunette hair bouncing around the kitchen, seemingly in a hurry. Scott stopped awkwardly and so did the girl in the room. It took a moment for it to click in his mind. Girlfriend.
"Oh-wow, this is uh, this is sufficiently and utterly awkward." Stiles said under his breath, looking to the ground. Scott closed the door behind him and cleared his throat.
"Uh-hey ba-um, Allison," Scott's voice said. Stiles was still looking to the ground when the girl spoke.
"Uh-hey! I was actually just heading out to hang with Erica- girl's night out and all that." There were a few tentative steps taken toward him before a hand shot into his vision. He followed it up until he crossed gazes with beautiful brown eyes and a sweet smile.
"Hi. I'm, uh, I'm Allison. Scott's-uh, his-'"
"Girlfriend, yeah." Stiles said in a tight voice, taking the hand in his and shaking it. Her skin was soft. "I'm Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. Nice to meet you."
She smiled again. "Nice to meet you too. I suppose it had to happen at some point, right?" She gave a nervous laugh.
All of Stiles' thoughts and doubts came rushing back and he took step backwards, dropping her hand. "Should I- should I go? Because I totally can, I don't mean to intrude or anything, I'm really sorr-"
For a moment Allison's face actually looked frightened that he might leave. "No! No, please, don't go. I was actually just heading out. So it wouldn't even make sense. You met Erica right? She would murder me if I ditched anyway." She took his hand and pulled him back with a surprising amount of strength, but still as graceful as a dancer. She positioned herself between him and the door, smiling at him. "I really should get going. We'll totally have to get to know each other better soon, though, right? I've heard all sorts of great things about you from the others." She opened the door and stepped out. "You two don't get too crazy, alright? Have fun!" And with that she was gone. Scott closed the door slowly and looked to the ground with insecurity, obviously uncomfortable.
"Um, sorry, man-I thought she would be go-"
"You don't have to do this." Stiles said abruptly. Scott's eyes whipped back up at him. "This I mean, with me. You could definitely not do this. I don't want to come between you and her- she seems really nice and with me- I don't know, it seems awkward. And Derek shouldn't be forcing you to do this anyway. I'm not the type to come between-"
"But you're not." Scott said, a look on his face that said he had no idea what Stiles was talking about.
"Of course I am! Wouldn't doing this be considered, I dunno, an affair or something?"
Scott shook his head. "Not to us. We've already discussed all of this and it's perfectly fine. She's ok with it and so am I."
"Yeah but you shouldn't have to be okay with it if you don't want to be." Stiles nibbled at his lips, anger at Derek swelling in his chest.
"Derek isn't forcing this on us, ya know." Scott said. The statement caught Stiles' attention. "He told us that if any of us didn't want to do this then we wouldn't, at all, no argument. I mean yeah, the unexpected meeting was awkward, but I want this and-and so does she."
Stiles stared into Scott's eyes, looking for a sign that he was lying. Scott stepped forward a few steps, crowding into Stiles' personal space. His eyes were a chocolate brown, a more intense gaze Stiles had never been the victim of. He seemed a little nervous as he brought his hands to Stiles' hips and pulled him closer until their faces were inches apart.
Scott was more defined than Stiles had previously thought; he could feel his abs through his shirt, hard chest pressing into him. And he was warm too- warmer than Peter, maybe, and it was nice. The look he was giving Stiles made the air catch in his throat.
"Don't doubt that I don't want this or that I don't want you," Scott said, voice low. "Because I do."
Stiles nodded blankly because at that moment Scott chose to lick his lips and the movement entranced him. "Okay."
Scott grinned and lowered his face and for a moment Stiles thought they were going to kiss, which he wasn't completely averse to, but instead his head dipped and he instead snuggled into the crook of Stiles' neck, taking a deep breath. Stiles' hands landed on Scott's biceps and he squeezed.
"Fuck, you smell good." Scott said against his throat. "You'd smell even better with me all over you." Stiles shuddered because he was already pretty hard and even though he knew Scott could smell how aroused he was, he would rather save himself the embarrassment of coming in his pants.
"Dude…" Stiles said in a shaky breath, hoping Scott would get the message. Thankfully he picked up on it rather quickly, pulling away and taking a step back. His eyes looked blown and he was breathing a little heavy.
"Sorry, man, got a little carried away. But um- yeah. I want this, okay?"
Stiles took a deep breath to steady himself and nodded quickly. "Yeah-totally, dude. Okay. Definitely- got it. Understood. You have a mighty need. All systems go."
Scott chuckled and they stood there for an awkward moment before he spoke up. "So, uh, I'll go get the xbox set up and you- you can order the pizza and food or whatever you want, I guess," Scott pulled his wallet from his back pocket and handed Stiles a card. "Order whatever you want- all on me, ok? I don't know about you but I'm hungry as hell and I eat like a horse, so order extra cuz' im a fattie."
Stiles' stomach growled at the prospect of food and he nodded, hoping Scott would go to the living room quickly so he could recompose himself. Scott smiled and walked away towards the living room and Stiles let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding.
Yeah, all systems were definitely a go.
Stiles was very good a taking orders. So, being the good person that he was, he ordered tons of food all on Scott's account. It just so happened that most of the food he got was his favorite, which was just a coincidence.
And now, the aftermath of their feasts lay all around them. There was at least 3 empty pizza boxes that had once been filled with large pizzas with extra meat, and Scott wasn't lying because Stiles had never seen anyone consume so much food before. Yeah, Stiles could pack it in with the best of them whenever he ate but Scott was like, a champion or something. There were empty containers of chinese food they had dug through, a few liters of soda scattered around them that they hadn't used cups to drink from and two more pizzas they were slowly but surely making their way through. Boxes of nachos were also haphazardly placed around them, filled with cooling cheese and sour cream. Their fingers were greasy and by consequence so were the xbox controllers, but they had been laughing too much to care.
"God you fucking asshole, that was my fucking kill!" Scott screamed, glaring at the screen as he tried to blindly handle another nacho into his mouth. Stiles noticed his struggle and grabbed one from a nearby box, carefully lifting it and feeding it into Scott's mouth. The man graciously took the food offered, licking the cheese from his finger.
"You're playing with the master, Scotty boy," Stiles said as he smiled and shot another one of the little alien things down. "You play with fire and you get burnt."
"You don't even have a system!" Scott said, reaching for a slice of pizza but again missing his mark. Stiles rolled his eyes at the man's incompetence and lifted a slice so Scott could bite into it.
"There are those who are achieve greatness, those who have greatness thrust upon them, but I am one of the few who was born with it. And no lack of system will take my innate ability to kick ass away from me."
"I swear I'm gonna kick your ass." Scott said
"Highly unlikely when friendly fire isn't even turned on."
The co-op game immediately paused and Scott quickly slid through the menu, clicking friendly fire on before Stiles could change anything. Stiles was a bit disoriented from the change and before he could reply his character was shot in the head and fell to the ground. Scott chuckled.
"Wow." Stiles said in shock. "You just brought out the beast, motherfucker. Nobody puts baby in a corner."
XoX
"FUCK YOU STILES!" Scott's voice yelled as his character was once again gunned down in the middle of taking out enemies. Stiles laughed, clenched over in mirth as the laughter fell from his lips.
"Dude you fucking suck at this game." Stiles stated.
"You keep killing me!" Scott whined.
"Because you suck."
There was a rather sad sound from beside him and Stiles looked up from his laughter to see an adorably sad frown on Scott's face. He really did look like a puppy. Stiles verbally aww'd this time.
"I'm sorry, Scott, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Stiles said with a smirk.
"Fuck you, dude."
Stiles laughed. "C'mon! It's just a game!"
Scott glared at him. Stiles refused to take such a bad attitude, and within a moment he had crawled over all the trash and into Scott's lap. The boy stilled looked forlorn so Stiles placed his hands in Scott's hair which was unbelievably soft. He massaged a bit and tugged softly on the strands and Scott's eyes closed and he let out a soft moan along with a shiver.
"Puppy likes it when I scratch behind his ears?"
Scott's hands squeezed rather tightly on Stiles' legs in retaliation, but his eyes didn't open. "Fuck you, Stiles. You found my weakness you asshole."
Stiles smiled and kept up his ministrations, rubbing through Scott's hair with soft pulls. After a few minutes he felt something against the bottom of his thigh. He chuckled.
"Excited?" Stiles asked. Scott growled in response. "I should warn you that I have a huge kink when it comes to growling so that's not gonna make me stop."
"… 'Dun wan' you ta stop." Scott said. His thumbs were now rubbing soft circles into Stiles' thighs and now soft growls were coming loosely and uninhibited from his chest. Stiles was getting hard now too.
"You're adorable you know that?" Stiles asked. Scott huffed.
"You gonna kiss me or what?" he asked in a faux-irritated tone.
"How did you know that I would?"
Scott growled and Stiles laughed. "Are you still angry at me?" Scott made an affirmative noise. "Will you still be angry if I kiss you?" Scott seemed to consider for a moment before he shook his head slightly.
"Well then I guess there's only one thing to do," Stiles said before dipping down and pressing his lips against Scott's.
If there was any pre-conceived idea that his kiss with Scott would be as cute, soft and tender as Scott's demeanor led him to believe, it was erased when the man under him growled deeply and shoved his tongue into Stiles' mouth, quickly flipping them over so that Stiles was on his back, underneath him. The kiss didn't stop with the sudden transition though; Stiles let out a little whimper when Scott sucked on his tongue, hiking up his legs so that they rested around his waist. Scott tasted like pizza, soda, chocolate, nachos and for some reason a little bit of cinnamon, which sounded disgusting but actually all went together pretty well. He ground down into Stiles' crotch and he let out a moan, Scott's tongue sweeping around his mouth in broad strokes.
He wrapped his arms around Scott's neck and pulled him close, loving the warmth the other man let off. They ground together for a while, sparks of hot pleasure shooting behind his eyelids as Scott's hands roamed over his body. When they pulled apart Stiles whimpered.
"How long has it been since you got fucked?" Scott asked, nuzzling into Stiles' neck. Stiles moaned and tried to think of an answer.
"Uh- I dunno man, like, forever? God I can't even remember dude, pathetic. Been so long."
Scott gave a particularly harsh thrust and Stiles keened. "Makes me a little angry that Derek gets to be the first one that fucks the cum out of you."
Stiles moaned at the language and shivered when a hand came up to pinch his nipple.
"The things I would do to you, Stiles…" Scott growled out, voice low and rough and husky and doing all sorts of things to Stiles' body. He was slightly fearful that he was going to come in his pants like a teenager, with Scott nipping at his neck. "You wanna know?" Stiles whined out a 'yes'.
"First, I'd do this," Stiles said, biting Stiles' lip. "Get you all hot and horny and ready, begging me for more." His hands went to Stiles' hips and a few fingers dipped below his jeans, softly caressing the skin there. "Then I'd work my way down your body, sucking on your skin and leaving marks, my marks. And if you were good for me I might even suck you off before I fucked you."
"God, Scott." Stiles said. He could easily imagine all those things- it had been so long since any of it had happened to him, all of Scott's promises sent shivers through his skin.
"But after that I would flip you over so I could see this sweet ass." The statement was punctuated by Scott's hands kneading into Stiles' rear, and all he could think about was how he wanted his jeans off so he could feel Scott's hands on him.
"Then comes my favorite part," Scott said with a chuckle, licking into Stiles' mouth. "I would spread you open and lick your pretty little hole until you were crying, baby, begging me to put my cock in you. I bet you'd taste so good, Stiles, beg so prettily for me. I can just imagine tonguing you open for hours with you at my mercy. Would you like that?"
Stiles gave a shaky nod and grabbed onto Scott's hair because he needed a fucking anchor or he was going to float away.
"Then- then I'd make you beg for my cock before I put it in you. Make you realize how much you want it- how much you want me. If you were good enough- then I'd slide in all at once, not even worrying about hurting you because I licked you open for so long."
Scott began to give rhythmic thrusts, mimicking the movement of him pounding Stiles into a bed and Stiles groaned with it- he was so close he could hardly breathe.
"I'd fuck you so hard, fuck you again and again until I was positive you were pregnant for me, until you couldn't fucking walk, Stiles, God I would fucking wreck you."
Stiles let out a weak please and brought Scott's head back to his, letting Scott devour his mouth once more in a searing kiss that left him panting.
Then all too soon it stopped, Scott's warmth was gone and so was his mouth, hands and lips. Stiles whimpered and opened his eyes to see Scott- the man was almost wolfed out. He was breathing heavy and his lips were puffy and red, eyes shining yellow and claws extended a little from his fingertips.
"We- we can't. I can't make you cum- against the rules."
"Fuck the rules, dude, c'mon, keep talking cuz your fucking words man, I don't even know." Stiles said breathily. Scott gave a toothy grin and shook his head.
"Then uh, what if we just make out until Allison comes back? You can't expect me to just stop cold turkey, c'mon dude."
Scott seemed to consider it for a moment before he nodded lightly and Stiles felt himself thrown onto the couch, Scott coming to rest his body on top of his. Stiles smiled and wrapped his arms around Scott's neck pulling him in for a kiss.
"You know what?" Stiles asked as he felt Scott's tongue hover over his lips. "We might have to take Peter up on his offer."
Scott look utterly confused. "Offer? What offer? I thought we were gonna make out?"
Stiles rolled his eyes- he didn't expect Scott to know what he was talking about but the dude was still a dumbass. "Just shut up and kiss me, jackass."
Scott looked annoyed for a moment before he dove back into Stiles' mouth, licking and sucking his tongue. And Stiles' thought back to Isaac's text.
Yeah, he definitely caught his drift.