Stiles P.O.V
Chapter Three-
"It's because..." He can't finish the sentence. Stiles' heart is still racing, beating a billion miles per hour; his head is still swimming in the thoughts of what he just did. What it would lead up to. What would he lose? He thinks he's having a panic attack, but it's not that. He's full of adrenaline. He might be scared, but for some weird reason this entices him, it makes him feel worse about the whole ordeal. He can hear a knock on the door followed by "Stiles, open the door! Please! It's okay!" Where is his ad when he needed him? He could shoo away the prying McCall. After what seems to be an hour or so he unlocks the door, sees no Scott in sight. Stiles heads to his room. To clear his head, maybe cry more, maybe sleep it off and make pretend of the whole situation.
Scotts P.O.V
Scott can hear Stiles walking toward his room. Scott shuffles to the side of the door, not completely sure on what he's going to do about the thing that happened not even half an hour ago. He tries not to think of the bad things that could happen, he tries to just let his feelings out, but he knows if he does there will be no going back. Will Stiles share the same feelings? Was it just the spur of the moment for Stiles? You know Stiles, just a horny sixteen year old, anything can turn him on. 'He wasn't in control of his actions' He thought to himself. 'He was just doing it because the moment seemed right.' Scott thought these painful things tearing him from the inside out, he wants Stiles to return his feelings, but he doesn't want to complicate things between their friendship. It wouldn't work anyway, he's Scott and Stiles is, well, Stiles. Right? This is how things should be, no trying to make your best friend since birth fall madly in love with you as you him. 'Tap, tap, tap…' Scott could hear Stiles nearing the room. He stopped by the door.
"Hey, Scott. If you're still here. And I didn't completely gross you out. I'd like to say I'm sorry." Stiles started to walk around into his room.
"You still there, buddy?" Scott noticed him starting to look around and walked toward him.
"I'm sorry I really-" Stiles was cut off by Scotts mouth over taking his. A clash of teeth, partially because it took Stiles by surprise. Scott was getting worked up by how good Stiles tasted, smelled and how he felt with Stiles lips against his own. Scott pulled away from the kiss.
"I told you. It was okay. I know I should've told you how I felt. I love you and I think about you a lot. The majority of the time in that way." Scott said, he felt slightly nervous. But he also knew he was telling the person he loved.
"That way? What do you mean?" Scott was pretty sure Stiles had an image of what he meant. The bending over things, being fucked relentlessly. By both parties. He had thoughts of cuddling afterward and various other things.
Stiles P.O.V
"Um, can you. Like, maybe. Show me what you meant." Stiles said quietly turning a shade of blood red.
He felt himself heat up and he felt the thing in his pants getting harder, and thicker.
"O-okay." Scott said quickly, he kissed Stiles, tasting as much of him as he could in that moment. His hands began at Stiles' face and traveled down to his thighs. Stiles noticed, and appreciated the movement with a soft, low moan, escaping the confines of his throat. Stiles made more low moaning noises as the kiss deepened. And as Scott slipped his hand in stiles jeans, Stiles made a noise he would've regretted had his father been there. He stopped kissing, and let his head fall back as Scott jerked him lazily, he was just allowing himself to enjoy it. It was his first time. With anyone. He was allowed to enjoy this as much as possible, right?
But that's when it happened. Scott put his mouth around Stiles and he moaned as loud as he possibly could've on his own. The sound causing Scott to release a growl of his own around Stiles, making him moan even louder than he thought possible. Then Scott begins to take his pants down to place them around his thighs and jerk himself then Stiles asks
"So can we-