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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Hand_Jobs, Anal_Fingering
  Series:
      Part 1 of All_You_Need_is_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-10 Words: 1539
****** New Philosophy ******
by dancingelf88
Summary
     "You know my philosophy: the best way to get over someone is to get
     under someone else.”
     Or the one where Stiles tries to get Scott laid and things don't go
     as planned
Notes
     I wanted to write a poly!Scott fic and what better way to start than
     with Sciles? I hope you enjoy. Please comment
See the end of the work for more notes
It started with Stiles, during the summer, three days after Scott’s first full
moon without Allison. Stiles stumbled through his window while he was catching
up on summer reading with a bright smile on his face: the one that signaled
that he had an idea.
“We’re gonna get you laid.”
Scott marked his page and turned in his swivel chair, “…What?”
“We’re gonna get you laid.” Stiles repeated.
“I don’t need to get laid.” Scott explained calmly.
“Yeah you do. I don’t know if you forgot the full moon three days ago…but I had
to chain you up Scott and if not for the wolfsbane I sprinkled on there you
would’ve escaped.” Stiles said.
“It’ll be better next month.” Scott said.
This full moon had been bad. He hadn’t felt this out of control since the first
time. But he was trying. He was focusing more on his academics and training.
This was just an adjustment period.
“You don’t know that Scotty.” Stiles said and sat on the bed.
“Ok I don’t know that.” Scott conceded, “but how is sex supposed to help?”
“So I’ve been reading some books I borrowed from Dr. Deaton--” Scott raised an
eyebrow, “Don’t look at me like that I actually asked and was given permission
and they said that sex can help ground you.”
“Really?” Scott asked.
“Yes ok. You know how you told me Derek said anger was his anchor? Sex works
like that. It’ll help ground you.” Stiles explained.
“You read this in a book? One of Dr. Deaton’s books?” Scott asked skeptically.
“Yes! I did. Or if you want we can go back to me lobbing lacrosse balls at your
nuts.” Stiles told him.
Scott instinctively tightened his legs, “No…ok let’s try it your way.”
They stood in line outside Capricorn, a small club just outside of town. They’d
only come there once on Stiles’ fifteenth birthday with fake IDs. But all the
smoke had aggravated Scott’s asthma so they had left and ate corn dogs in the
preserve instead. Scott’s asthma wasn’t a problem now. The fake IDs still
worked and they got in easily.
The place hadn’t really changed much. It was still smoky as hell and pretty
crowded. There were more strobe lights and the DJ played better music.
“Ok Scotty…go for it.” Stiles said and gestured grandly to the crowd of people
on the dance floor.
“Uh…go for it?” Scott asked.
“Yeah…go for it.” Stiles gestured again and turned to Scott, “why aren’t you
going for it?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know how to do this.” Scott almost whined.
“You did it with Allison!”
“I got lucky!” Scott said because he had.
He had never been good at the whole flirting thing. Most of the time (ok all)
he had no idea he was being flirted with.
“Come on Scotty.” Stiles got behind him and rubbed his shoulders, “You’re a hot
werewolf. You can do it.”
Stiles pushed him into the crowd and he accidentally shoulder bumped a brunette
guy about a foot taller.
“Sorry.” Scott apologized, “Really sorry.”
“Sorry enough to buy me a new drink?” the guy smiled at him.
“Um…” Scott looked down and he knew that his face was red. But he sighed deeply
and looked up, “Sure.”
Scott ended up with his back against the wall while the brunette (Billy) sucked
on his neck. He was a good kisser…really good actually. In fact pretty
fantastic but Scott felt…nothing.
Actually he felt wrong and maybe a little uncomfortable. He pretended to be
really drunk and let Billy believe that he was just some teenager who couldn’t
hold his liquor.
“Stop pouting Stiles.” Scott said to him an hour later in his bedroom. They
were on the floor with Scott’s PlayStation trying to find something to watch.
“You always puzzle me Scott.” Stiles said to him.
“How do I do that?”
“That guy was perfect and into you.” Stiles said.
Scott shrugged, “I wasn’t into it though. It’s ok.”
“No it’s not. You’ve been moping for like a month buddy. You need to get over
it and you know my philosophy: the best way to get over someone is to get under
someone else.”
Scott raised an eyebrow at him, “You’ve literally never said that.”
“Ok maybe I didn’t but it’s still true.”
“Why is this so important to you?”
“Cause you’re my best friend Scotty and I saw your face when we walked by her
house and there was the SOLD sign on the lawn. I see your face every time you
see a FaceBook notification about her. Allison’s awesome but you two are
donezo. And thinking about her all the time isn’t gonna help especially since
she’s in France living it up and it doesn’t matter that you’ve been in love
with her forever because she loves someone else and you don’t own her
and—what?”
“You’re projecting.” Scott said.
“What?”
“I’m sorry about Lydia Stiles.” Scott said.
“Yeah well…”
“Maybe we should find you someone to get up under.”
“Yeah right…that’s gonna happen.”
“Why wouldn’t it?” Scott asked him.
Stiles gestured up and down his body as if that was explanation enough.
“Who’d want a piece of this?”
“Me.” Scott answered almost immediately.
Stiles leveled him with a shocked look which Scott didn’t understand. His best
friend always had this self-depreciating outlook about himself which he never
got because Stiles was…awesome. He was his best friend for a reason. And Scott
had eyes, ok?
“Shut up Scott.” Stiles muttered embarrassed.
“I’m serious.” Scott said.
“No you’re not.” Stiles argued.
“Yes I--”
Scott grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a kiss. For a minute there
it was just Stiles’ frozen lips glued to Scott’s. Just as the werewolf pulled
away convinced that he had royally screwed up Stiles fisted his shirtfront and
pulled Scott in. The kiss was still a little awkward. Scott was kind of halfway
on the floor. But it felt different than kissing Billy.
Instead of the discomfort there was a warmth in his chest that he had only felt
when he kissed Allison, who Stiles also kissed differently from. Stiles had a
little less finesse. And he kissed with more urgency.
Scott got to experience firsthand that oral fixation his best friend always
talked about. Stiles licked all the way into Scott’s mouth. He sucked on his
tongue and worried the werewolf’s bottom lip between his teeth. They kissed
like that for what could’ve been hours until Scott had to pull away.
Werewolf or not, he needed to breathe. Besides his position on the floor was
getting uncomfortable.
“Believe me now?” Scott asked.
“I might need a little more convincing.” Stiles smirked. His voice had gotten
deeper all of a sudden.
Scott clambered into his lap and ran the back of his hand across Stiles’ cheek,
“Is this ok?”
“Do I look like I’m complaining?”
“I just want to make sure.” Scott said.
“It’s ok. It’s more than ok. Ok?” Stiles huffed.
“Yeah ok.” Scott whispered and dipped his head lower again.
Instead of going in for another kiss Scott kissed a spot just above his best
friend’s collarbone. Stiles practically melted. He sank into the floor and
tipped his head back giving Scott all the access he wanted.
The werewolf took his time sucking a bruise into that spot. He pulled away and
sucked a twin one right next to it. He really liked the desperate moans pouring
out of Stiles every time he did it.
Impatience got the best of them and soon they were ripping off clothes and
throwing them in a pile. Scott’s boxers were only halfway down his thighs when
Stiles pulled him down in his lap and fused their mouths together. He sucked on
Scott’s tongue again causing the werewolf to moan and grind down. The friction
was almost heavenly.
Stiles spread his legs and settled Scott between them thrusting upwards while
Scott ground down. Scott hissed when Stiles’ finger grazed his hole.
“You alright?” Stiles asked, “Is that…is that ok?”
“A little dry.” Scott answered.
“You wanna help with that?”
Stiles slid his finger across Scott’s bottom lip. He took the hint and sucked
the digit in his mouth swirling his tongue around the tip then sliding it in
and out of his mouth.
“God damn it Scotty.” Stiles breathed out mouth agape.
Scott let the finger slip out with a pop, “Should be wet enough now.”
He choked on a moan when Stiles teased his entrance with the spit slick finger.
He rutted harder against his best friend as the other boy worked a second
finger inside him and started pumping him hard and fast.
Scott held tight to the edge of the bed bracketing Stiles in. His best friend
wrapped his free arm around Scott’s back and pressed them closer as he
continued to finger him and thrust up into him. They came together. Scott
clenched around the fingers inside him and Stiles bit down on his shoulder.
“So we should make this a thing.” Stiles said still trying to catch his breath.
“What…to ground me?”
“Yeah sure. Let’s go with that.”
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