Three Days Later
Stiles had an amazing strategy for Jackson's little assignment. Delusion. All he had to do was pretend it wasn't happening and there'd be no problems that resulted from that. It'd be easy. At least, that's what he thought until he got a text.
Fuckface:
time's running out. tik tok.
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It took a second to load. Then he saw it was a picture of a coffee cup. Stiles gasped when he saw the name written on it. C. Argent.
Alright, maybe delusion wasn't the best idea. But he could fix this. No way was he going to let that asshole send hunters after his best friend. Time for Plan G. Gaslighting.
At the McCall Residence
"You're saying we should what!?" Scott blurted out with a slight chuckle of disbelief at what his best friend had just suggested.
"Make out!" Stiles said excitedly, acting like this was a completely natural response to "I'm going to the kitchen. Want something?"
"Stiles, what the fuck? Do you even hear what you're saying?" Scott raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"
"Totally! And it sounds hot!" Stilinski stood up, following Scott to the kitchen. "I mean come on, man, we're bros! It's not weird! Girls make out with each other all the time and it never gets weird!"
"But that's different," Scott said. He grabbed an apple, cutting it into pieces. He held up another one, looking to Stiles questioningly. He put it back when his friend shook his head.
"Why? Because they're girls?" Stiles asked. "Dude, that's so sexist."
"It's not that! It's just...I don't know, we're guys!" He took the apple slices back to his room on a plate, Stiles following him. "That's...weird. Why are we still talking about this?"
"Scott, it's only weird if you make it weird," Stiles said, completely gaslighting him. "What? Are you gonna start developing some sappy, romance novel-type, epic, unrequited love for me?" He laughed, hoping that would ease the tension.
"N-No! I'm just...not interested in making out with you." He scooted away when Stiles sat a bit too close to him on the bed.
"Oh, but you'd make out with anyone else?" Stiles pressed. "Dude, ouch. I have feelings, man."
"Stiles! Stop, why do you wanna do this all of a sudden?" Scott said, feeling the annoyance build up inside him as his best friend kept pushing the matter.
"Because it's what we do, bro. We're teenagers!" He said casually. "We should be experimenting with each other! Exploring each other's bodies and all that hormone-induced crap!"
"Gross." Scott slid his plate of apples away on the nightstand, his appetite gone now.
"Think about it, Scott. Like, just drop any labels like bi-curious or gay and then picture it." Stiles kept himself as calm as possible, willing himself not to panic. "We'd just be two pretty good-looking dudes helping each other get off. Girls would think it's pretty hot! Hell, I think it's pretty hot!" Stiles reasoned with his friend, trying desperately to show Scott his point of view. "They probably make porn like this."
"I don't know..." Scott said, still unsure. Though, Stiles had piqued his interest. Now, he was thinking very seriously about what his best friend had explained as well as the opportunity he'd presented him with. I mean, I guess he's right. It's not like teenagers don't fool around all the time. What difference does it make with two dudes? And we're close. He considered it. Still...it's so weird.
"Don't knock it 'til you try it. And if you're soo scared of looking GAAAAAY..." Stiles playfully said the last word in a ghostly baritone, "...at least, if you messed around with a dude once, you'd be able to say for sure that you're not! And who better than your best friend?" Stiles smiled. "If I can keep the wolf thing a secret, I'd say I could keep what does or doesn't happen here a secret, too."
"You swear it won't be weird?"
"On my life, dude," Stiles swore as he held a hand over his chest. "If you want, we'll go brain bleach after. I'll pretend it never even happened."
"And...if I do this, you promise to stop asking?" Scott asked seriously. "Like, never again?"
"Sure dude. Unless, of course, you beg for more," The teen winked at him. He laughed when Scott averted his eyes uncomfortably.
Scott took a deep breath and stared down at his feet, "Fine. You win. But just this once," the young wolf said, finally acquiescing to Stiles.
"Yes! I knew you'd come around!" Stiles said excitedly as he cherished his first victory. Still a few steps to go, though.
"Yeah, yeah. So...how do we do this?" Scott said, completely oblivious to how exactly he was going to bring himself to lock lips with his best friend.
"Count to three?" Stiles suggested. Scott shrugged.
"Alright, I guess." Scott swallowed the lump in his throat as he shifted his sitting position and turned to meet Stiles face-to-face, looking directly into his best friend's light brown eyes. The two sat with barely a foot between them. Stiles looked, suspiciously, like a little kid on Christmas.
"One..." Stiles began the countdown, his eyes completely locked with Scott's as he leaned forward. Scott quickly mimicked his motion, bringing his face closer till they were inches from contact. Scott could feel his heart beating with nerves as he felt himself breathing heavily. Stiles could tell how nervous his friend was, and feeling Scott's hot breath on his lips was turning him on.
"Two..." Scott counted on, pushing aside his nerves, swallowing the lump in his throat as he closed his eyes.
"Three." Stiles said as he closed the gap between them, leaning in close and fast until he felt Scott's soft lips press against his own. Immediately, all the awkwardness of the moment melted away and Scott's lips sent an electric buzz through Stiles. For a moment, both boys seemed to pause in their actions with their lips being pressed against one another before slowly coming apart.
"Whoa," Scott said as his eyes fluttered open to meet Stiles's. Both boys chuckled with one another, relieved at how relaxed they felt as they digested the idea that they both just kissed another boy for the first time. Finally Stiles went back in, this time bringing a hand up to Scott's chin, pulling him close as they locked lips again.
"Mmm," Scott moans softly at Stiles's sudden forcefulness. No longer holding back, Stiles wasted no time and pulled his friend in closer. The wolf could barely handle how quickly the situation was escalating. Stiles quickly moved his hands downward, grabbing hold of Scott's arms by his strong biceps. Pulling his tan-skinned friend closer, he slowly let his tongue brush against Scott's lips. The wolf immediately felt his cock harden in his shorts as he felt Stiles's warm, wet tongue press against his lips. Without thinking, Scott opened his mouth, letting Stiles's tongue in to meet his own.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh..." Stiles lets out a soft, breathy moan, filling Scott's mouth with his breath as their tongues met for the first time. Both boys attempted to process the fact that they were making out with their best friend. And they were tasting each other's tongues, Scott's still carrying the taste of apples. Scott could barely take the heat as their wet, warm tongues began to rub and intertwine with one another, coupled with one-another's moans and panting.
"Stiles..." Scott moans as he felt his best friend take control, becoming even more forceful as the pale-skinned boy moved his hands to Scott's chin. He pulled him closer, trying to leave as little space as possible between their lips as they continue moaning and kissing, going deeper. "S-Stiles!" Scott half-moaned out of surprise as Stiles places a hand on his chest, slowly pushing him backwards. Scott had to prop himself on his elbows to keep from falling back completely. Shit, this is actually kind of hot, he thought.
"Mmm, Scott," Stiles moaned into Scott's mouth before taking his friend's tongue between his pink lips. Slowly sucking on it, he ran a hand up Scott's shirt. Damn, he's ripped, Stiles thought. Feeling the hard, tense muscle underneath, he moaned at how hot it was touching his friend's six pack. He ran his finger up Scott's naval and through the thick black hair of his happy-trail, sending tingles through the wolf's body. All the practice with Jackson was obviously coming in handy because Scott's dick began to throb beneath the fabric of his shorts.
"Whoa!" Scott exclaimed as he finally fell back onto the bed, breaking the kiss. Stiles seized the moment and climbed on top of his best-friend, rubbing their crotches together.
Someone's horny, Stiles noted as he felt a rather large, rather hard bulge poking painfully into his own boner. Their clothed dicks began to eagerly push against one another. Stiles wastes no time and he roughly crashed his lips back down onto Scott's, making his friend moan in surprise as their mouths and tongues joined once more.
"Mmm..." Scott moaned as Stiles began grinding their hips together, desperately dry-humping and rubbing their painfully hard dicks against one another through the fabric. Fuck! That feels good, Scott thought, quickly grinding alongside his best friend and desperately thrusting upward into Stiles's hard-on. Damn the friction felt perfect.
"Unh, y-yeah keep doing that..." Stiles moaned as he temporarily removed his lips from Scott's. The two teenage boys grinded against one another, feeling the hot friction building between them. Stiles decided to up the stakes as he moved his lips to Scott's neck. Pressing his lips against the tan skin. First with two soft kisses. Second with one rough one, running his long, wet tongue against Scott's throat.
"Oh, fuck! Stiles!" Scott moaned, throwing his head back to give his friend more access. The pleasure of having Stiles's tongue dancing like a snake against his neck and their boners grinding against each other was becoming too much. The tan-skinned teen was so turned on by the fact that he could feel Stiles's dick through his shorts. It was hot, hard and it felt huge.
"Unhhh..." Stiles released a long, breathy moan onto Scott's wet skin. He couldn't take much more of this. The pale-skinned teen quickly moved his hands to Scott's fly, hastily undoing the button. Stiles quickly looked up at his best friend before continuing, his light brown eyes meeting Scott's dark ones. Scott gave him a small, lust-filled smile as a way of communicating this was okay. Stiles felt his dick throb painfully against the fabric of his shorts when he realized his friend was so into this. And he wasn't planning to process what that unrestrained joy meant any time soon. The pale-skinned boy quickly unzipped Scott's fly, opening it and freeing the tent that was formed in his best friend's boxers.
"Mmm, Stiles..." Scott moaned as he uncontrollably grabbed his best-friend's face, pulling him back down for another rough, hungry kiss. He craved the taste of his best friend's mouth like he'd never craved anything before. Stiles moaned as they kissed, though he kept going as his hands brushed against the large bulge in Scott's boxers, making the tan-skinned boy shudder with pleasure at the slight contact. Stiles wasted no time slipping his hand through the opening of the fabric and grabbing hold of something long and thick and hot as fire against his palm. "Ngh-uh!" Scott moaned at the feel of skin against his shaft. Finally, Stiles gripped his friend's dick and pulled it out through his underwear, letting it spring free.
"Jesus, Scott!" Stiles exclaimed, temporarily breaking the kiss as he gazed down at his best-friend's cock throbbing, standing hard tall in his hand. Scott couldn't help but laugh a bit at his friend's stunned reaction.
"Sorry?" Was all Scott could manage with his dick being firmly grasped in Stiles's hand.
"Holy shit dude, what are you part-horse!?" Stiles asked, stunned as he gazed down. It's so big! And thick. Scott's dick jumped in Stiles's palm as his friend gazed upon his large and veiny cock. The large head shone with precum as it throbbed for attention. Stiles took his dick out, as well. The two boys weren't quite equally matched. Stiles was seven inches, thin, and his dick curved upward. Meanwhile, Scott was an outstanding nine inches, thick as a soda can, and his dick pointed straight out.
Stiles smirked. The time for talking was done. Before they could lose the mood, Stiles spit into his palm as he firmly grasped his and Scott's dicks, forcing them together. He was barely able to keep his hands wrapped around the two cocks pressed up against one another. Scott felt his hips buck as he enjoyed the irresistible pleasure of their shafts rubbing against each other. He moaned, throwing his head back as his friend worked his cock. God, the other boy's dick was so warm and hard. And it ran against the underside of his own in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him.
"Unhh! Stiles-ha!" Scott moaned again, unable to bite it back as his best friend rubbed their dicks together, jacking both of them off at the same time as their large members throbbed and pressed against each other. Their heads met, smearing each other in pre-cum.
"Oh, fuck!" Stiles cursed as their bodies rocked as one, both boys bucking against each other. The pale-skinned boy quickly descended onto his friend once more, this time their kissing became more rough, both hungry for the other. Scott couldn't control himself as he ran his hands through Stiles's soft brown hair, grabbing a fistful as he felt their tongues collide and dance, tasting one another.
"Yeah, Stiles! Oh man! Don't stop!" Scott moaned uncontrollably against his best friend's lips as their bodies moved and grinded, the rubbing of their dicks sending sweet friction between their shafts as they throbbed against each other. "Damn, you feel so good!"
"Ngh!" Stiles groaned against Scott's neck, burying his face in the space between his head and shoulder, biting down on his bare collarbone.
"Oh! Oh, man! Stiles! I'm gonna! Nghh- I'm gonna cuuuum!" Scott yelled as Stiles continued thrusting downward, rubbing their dicks together. Scott felt his balls beginning to tighten as his dick twitched.
"Oh! Me too! Fuck!" Stiles groaned as his climax began.
"Fuck! STIIIILES! UNHHHH!" Scott screamed as he exploded, cum forcing itself out of his body. He grunted as the thick white liquid shot out of his cock and sprayed all over him and Stiles.
"Yeah! Oh God! OH! Fuuuuck!" Stiles moaned as his own orgasm shook him as well. His body spasmed uncontrollably as both he and Scott grinded against one another, desperately trying to get as much pleasure as possible. Stiles felt his cum blast out, as if his soul was leaving his body. Maybe it would've been a good idea to take off their shirts earlier because they were both covered in cum. Scott even shot a stripe straight up to Stiles's neck. "Shit," Stiles moaned.
"Damn," Scott sighed. Immediately, Stiles collapsed onto his friend as they laid in their cum. Both boys were exhausted beyond belief.
Then Stiles remembered why he was here. "I've gotta pee." He shot up, practically running to the bathroom with his dick still out. When he got inside, he turned on the light and took out his phone. Snapping a photo of his cock and the ridiculous amount of cum that he'd never be able to paint his shirt with on his own, he sent it over to Jackson. The reply was practically instant.
Fuckface:
lol damn ur such a slut XD