The Tale of a Rather Good Friendship.
A Sciles fan fiction.
Intro:
Stiles has probably always had a thing for Scott, even throughout their childhood. He's always observed how Scott's body curves, how toned his muscles are how each vein sticks out, the cute way his hair curls, how uneven his jawline is. He notices everything about him, he can't help it though he doesn't even want to, it. Just. Happens.
Notes:
This is the second addition to 'Hand in Mine' called 'As It Boils Over The Brink'
Chapter Two-
Scotts P.O.V
Scott started to lush rather hard, feeling his cheeks turn a dull crimson color, as he was thinking 'I'd probably be up for if the people were switched out' He began to think about Stiles and himself he pictured himself being bottom, he'd wondered what it would've felt like? Did it really hurt? Questions he felt would never be answered. He was mumbling something about it under his breath. He was thankful Stiles didn't have any super hearing allowing him to hear his heartbeat, or a amazing fucking nose, to sniff out his obvious –and continuously growing- erection. He's trying to push the thought to the back of his head.
"What'd you say, buddy?" Stiles asked a little after figuring out he couldn't decipher the array of mumbles that came out of his best friends mouth.
"How about a horror movie or something?" He responded watching the pale rosy skinned boy ever-so-slightly. Stile began searching through blogs and movie sites.
"We could watch Sinister?"
"What's it about?"
"A weird demon possesses kids and gets them to kill their families while a various amount of fucked up shit happens to said family. It came out of the movie reels they found when they moved into the new house. Seems like it would be good." Stiles said excitedly.
"Sure if you want to watch it. I'm fine with whatever." Scott replied blandly, his thoughts traveling elsewhere and his eyes venturing to Stiles lips. Noticing the moles near his mouth, the color stiles lips were, how cute they actually were. He was left to his own thoughts and fantasies for a bit then he snapped out of it when he heard Stiles begin to speak.
"Hey, dude. What's wrong? You seem 'kinda distant and you have been for a while. You seemed happy earlier, was that about Allison?" He asked giving off a pained look that Scott saw.
"No, nothing really. Allison and I are 'just friends' so I don't think that's going anywhere soon. And I was happy to see you earlier, we hadn't really hung out recently. I'm just distracted right now just thinking." He gave Stiles a moment to consider what he wanted to ask next.
"Do you need a hug or something?" Stiles said positioning his arms in a way suggesting Scott could cradle there for a bit.
"C'mon you know you want to!" He began jokingly. And soon enough Scott actually hugged him. All that was going through his head was 'I didn't know Stiles smelled so fucking good.' He said as he nuzzled in the crescent shaped part of Stiles neck. He moved back enough so they could see each others face and look each other in the face. Scott started to blush again feeling the familiar crimson feeling rise up to his cheeks, he was about to close the space but was cut off by Stiles who's lips crashed into his own. After what seems like eternity the break, and Stiles runs out of his room and locks himself in the bathroom.
Stiles P.O.V
'Why the fuck did I just do that' is all that's going through Stiles head right now.
"I'm sorry." He repeated stifling a cry. It was the spur of the moment, and he just noticed how cute Scott looked. And all those images running through his head. He felt it would be a good idea. He's burning in a shade of scarlet his face redder than the blood running through his veins. Scott came rushing toward the door, but he didn't break it open like they both know he could. "It's okay. Really. But why'd you do it?" Scott asked Stiles hoping for it to calm him down. "I did it because-"