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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf), Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Smut
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Tale_of_a_Rather_Good_Friendship
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-11 Completed: 2014-03-12 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 3090
****** Let's See How Far We Can Make It On Our Own ******
by Knubbins
Summary
     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
     My first fanfic ,so it might not be good and it's definitely smut, I
     hope you all think it's killer!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Hand In Mine *****
Scott's P.O.V
Chapter one-
"Hey, Stiles!" The brown-eyed boy with the light, chocolate colored skin,
called out to his counter part. His partner in crime. He was jogging down the
hall heading to him with a smile on his face, displaying his perfect white
teeth.
"Uh, um. Hey, Scott." Stiles said seeming slightly nervous and tense, he even
slightly choked on getting out the slap-dash greeting. The tall, lanky, milk
white skinned boy was too jittery to notice the giant smile on his friends
face. And he had no idea what it was for, little did he know it's because Scott
found his actions oh-so-fucking cute. Scott managed to notice his giant smile,
looking like a five year old being offered candy, or a toy. It was too big to
not be noticed, but he just couldn't shut off this happy feeling. He couldn't
tell why? Was it the way Stiles made him feel? Was is the way he looked? Was it
the way he looked? Scott instantly thought of some rather graphic things, just
floating through his head, knowing they would never ever be lived. These
feelings were so strong, did they get stronger when he was around Stiles? It
kind of disappointed him knowing it would never happen, Stiles wasn't gay. Was
he?
Stiles P.O.V
Stiles noticed the Latino boys smile, he noticed it with a curiosity that led
him to think it was surely about Alison. Did they get back together? That
though took a toll on his mood, he thought what he wanted would never happen.
"So, what do you want to do?" He being the first to strike up a conversation.
The thoughts of Allison and Scott still a freshly burned wound on his heart,
but he decided it's be better than naught to at least keep Scott as his best
friend.
"How about a video game marathon, or a movie? Y'know what ever, we don't really
hang out anymore." It's true with the pack shit to deal with, and trying not to
be killed every other second. "Either is fine, or anything really. I've been so
bored." He continued, Stiles hoping that something would happen soon. Something
leading to some thoughts that he felt wouldn't happen.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Sometime later
*~*~*~*~*~*
"What should we do now?" Scott asked Stiles. Stiles was still thinking about
Scott in ways he shouldn't. He hasn't been able to stop since he started to
think about it hours ago, it seemed like years. But nonetheless he just had the
thought of bending him over a chair or being bent over himself. Stiles had been
beaten at Mario Kart at least one thousand times. He still had the thought of
taking Scotts mouth in his and just kissing for as long as he could hold the
air in his lungs before he needed more to stay conscious.
"Still up for movies? I could probably find one on my laptop." Stiles mood had
been slightly lifted so he decided now was the perfect time to joke around,
Lord knows why.
"Knowing you probably gay porn or something, like 'Derek Bones Isaac'." Stiles
said feigning a laugh feeling a strong wave of regret wash over him after
saying that.
***** As It Boils Over The Brink Again *****
Chapter Summary
     This is the second addition to 'Hand in Mine' called 'As It Boils
     Over The Brink'
Chapter Notes
     This is chapter two of The Tale of a Rather Good Friendship, this
     chapter is going a bit more in detail so it's running slightly longer
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter Two-
Scotts P.O.V
Scott started to blush 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-"
Chapter End Notes
     If you thought it was killer, show support and also like, favorite,
     bookmark whatever you can do.
***** It's Really Quite Pleasant *****
Chapter Summary
     Stuff is begining to unfold
Chapter Notes
     I hope you like the chapter with the smut to be added sometime
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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-
Chapter End Notes
     CLIFFHANGERS EVERYWHERE, I'm looking toward you Sinner_ofLA, and yes
     you just got mentioned.
     You know the drill, if you thought it was killer, fav, bookmark,
     comment show some form of support.
     Knubbins Loves You. P.S. for those who didn't know I'm a guy, the
     names Malik
***** So Many Bright Lights to Cast a Shadow, But Can I Speak *****
Chapter Summary
     Smut shall be added more in this chapter, so don't fret little
     Maniacs
Chapter Notes
     I hope you think it's killer, things are started to take speed, move
     a little bit faster and you should know what I mean by that.
     P.S. This chapter title is derived from a My Chemical Romance song,
     Famous Last Words
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Stiles P.O.V
"So can we, I don't know. Maybe like go a little further. I don't mean that it
doesn't feel good, because it's awe-HOLY SHIT" Stiles felt something cold on
his ass. It had to be the lube he kept in his drawer. Why did Scott know that?
'I know we've been friends forever, but I don't know why he knew where that
was, when did he even get it? I don't care anymore though it feels fucking
awesome.'
"You okay?" Scott asked to make sure he was able to proceed. This wasn't his
first time with someone; well it was with a guy at least.
"Y-yeah, I-it's really cold. It f-feels awesome though. Keep going." Stiles
were beginning to understand why so many people were bottoms, a question he
never understood.
Scotts' P.O.V
Scott couldn't help but notice the sounds his best friend, - boyfriend?-, was
making. They were all really hot to him. Scott had planned out the whole thing
at least a hundred and one times. He'd go on fucking Stiles first, because he
was experienced in the field of sex. Even if it'd only been with one person.
Then he'd allow Stiles a chance to try and open him up and do the same. He
wondered how it felt. It looked like it felt good, from the expression on
Stiles' face. He could feel the heat radiating off of it when he went in for a
kiss to silence him for a short moment. The came Stiles' voice
"Can you add another finger, please?" Stiles voice was breaking in between
words, and Scott hadn't even noticed he already had two fingers working on
Stiles. Scott was trapped in his thoughts and all of his wolf-y powers going
berserk. He could smell the closeness of Stiles impending release. He gripped
Stiles at the base of his cock.
"Not yet, save that for later. For me." After about five more minutes of
working Stiles open he began to kiss Stiles again.
"Can you, like, start already?" Stiles voice came out shaky. And with that
Scott was giving a generous amount of lube to himself and pushing in.
"You okay, buddy?" He said as he was half way inside Stiles.
"Yeah, I-I'm fine. And don't c-call me buddy with your dick already inside of
me." Stiles let out stammering and blush which Scott was extremely hot.
"Sorry." Scott said as he bottomed out, he sat there for a moment for Stiles to
adjust to the thing that has been buried inside of him. Stiles voice came back
for a short moment.
"Start moving, please." And Scott did just that. He started with a slow steady
pace, making sure Stiles wasn't in any form of pain. It felt so good for Scott,
the way Stiles was just pulling him in, and the way it felt, the tight heat
around him was enough to drive him insane. Even the noises Stiles were making
the 'OH's and 'AH's and cries of ecstasy. They were enough to bring Scott over
the edge, but Scott had more stamina than that. He kept going in and out,
making Stiles moan and arch under him.
Stiles' P.O.V
Stiles was a mess, he was writhing under Scott, he was glad he was on his back.
He doesn't think he might've been able to stay up on his knees without falling
apart. He noticed that Scott was coming undone after a while. Stiles decided to
see what he could do to make Scott make a noise just as loud as his own. Stiles
thought about trying to tighten himself around Scott. Stiles was happy about
what he just accomplished he pulled out a growl of sorts from Scott, his hair
dripping with sweat, much like Stiles own. Their bodies were getting sticky and
soon enough he felt Scott nearing the edge.
"M'so close Stiles. I'm going to pull out." After a couple more thrusts Scott
did pull out, leaving Stiles with a feeling of emptiness. Stiles is still
traveling back from cloud nine, never did he think bottoming could feel so
good.
"Why did you s-stop?" Stiles voice suggesting a tone of annoyance. He saw Scott
naked, covered in sweat holding the bottle of lube toward him.
"I didn't want you to feel bad, so I decided we'd both bottom once." Stiles
grabbed the bottle of lube as Scott began to lie on his back. He poured some on
his fingers and Scotts' hole, working Scott the same as Scott did him.
"Dude, this feels f-fucking awesome." Scott said, as Stiles was working in a
second finger. Scott feels extremely tight around Stiles' fingers.
"You okay?" Stiles asked, slowing his fingers slightly. Rubbing around looking
for the spot Scott hit while fucking him not even 10 minutes before.
"Yeah, d-don't slow down though, It feels a-amazing." Stiles kept his fingers
moving at a fast pace then he hit the spot that made Scotts back arch so hard
he thought it could've broken.
"H-holy shit do that again!" Scott said almost out of breath. And Stiles
rubbed, poked, and prodded that spot causing Scott to moan uncontrollably.
Stiles was enjoying the noises Scott was making as a reaction to what he was
doing.
"You ready?"
"Y-yes, hurry up and do it."
Stiles gave him a sensible amount of lube and started to push into Scott, He
threw his head back, noting fucking someone is just as awesome as being fucked.
He began to keep pace, closing his eyes, and enjoying this as much as he could.
He loved the pull Scott gave, the grip that was on his dick as he fucked Scott.
Speeding up ever so slightly and repeatedly hitting Scotts' prostate on
purpose. He could tell that Scott was about to finish. The way he was arching
under Stiles, moaning and writhing. He could tell Scott was in pure ecstasy.
Stiles noticed Scott was tightening around his cock, he could tell he was
really close. He decided to grab hold of Scotts' dick and help him get off.
"O-Oh fuck, Stiles!" Scott let out moaning as he started to cum, and Stiles
couldn't hold on much longer either. With a few more sharp thrusts Stiles came
inside of Scott, making Scott feel slightly filled up. After a while Stiles
pulled out and he lies there with Scott on his arm. They're both tired out.
Both sticky with sweat and Scotts' semen on their stomachs'.
"What does this make us? We've definitely crossed the line of 'Best Friends'."
Stiles said, Rubbing circles in the crook of Scott's neck.
"Do we need a label? Are we boyfriends, mates or something?" Scott said
thinking.
"For now we're just us."
"I love you." Stiles said, he didn't stutter or falter or even choke on his
words.
"I love you, too. Now go to sleep, I'm tired." Scott said nuzzling himself into
Stiles neck.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you liked the chapter, a lot of things happened.
     If you thought it was killer, and would enjoy more chapters and a
     second series from this work do your best to support, fav, comment,
     subscribe, bookmark, and give kudos
     Knubbins loves you, you little Maniacs
     P.S. This might be the last chapter, I don't know if i could continue
     this.
End Notes
     Should I make a chapter to end off the fic? If you think so tell me.
     I don't know the prompt yet, nothing with Danny maybe Sterek?
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