Unfaithful

Chapter 4: Confusion

Frustration takes hold of me as I wait for Derek to come out of the bathroom. Thoughts run through my mind as I try to process everything. Why the hell did Scott attack me? I know I always get the shitty end of the stick when Scott has his episodes but this is bullshit. And for the love of God, why did I get aroused when I saw him naked? I mean sure, I’m not a big ladies man but still I have never been attracted to guys. What the hell is wrong with me? That’s not normal getting aroused by watching your unconscious friend. Maybe, it’s my teenage hormones telling me I need to get laid.

I push those thoughts away hearing the bathroom door open. Derek enters the room. Quickly averting my eyes to the floor, relief fills me when he says “Go, see your friend.” Curiously, I glance at him as he approaches the front of the window, “What the hell happened to him, Derek?” Pausing, he puts his shirt and leather jacket on his dripping wet body. “An involuntary shift,” he growls out as he grabs the window sill.

Watching Derek jump out of the window, I run to the bathroom. “Scott, are you okay,” I ask walking into the bathroom. Scott’s brown eyes glance towards me, a sense of relief washes over me as our eyes meet. “I-I don’t know, Stiles. I don’t know if I’m okay,” uncertainty evident in his shaky voice. Scott’s eyes dart around the room as confusion takes hold of him. “Wh-What happened? Why was Derek here, in the tub, with me?” Opening my mouth to answer his question, I notice Scott’s hands forming into fists as his anger takes over causing me to remain quiet. “Why can’t I just freaking remember,” he snarls out. Quickly, I react trying to avoid another one of his episodes. “Hey, why don’t you finish up in here and we’ll talk about it when you get out,” I say trying to distract him. Looking at my silent friend, worry starts to fill me, “Scott?” Is he even listening to me? Moving closer to the tub, “Hello, is anyone home?” Scott’s eyes start becoming distant as his anger rises. I need to pull him out of la-la land. Clearing my throat, his head snaps in my direction, “Scott you need to focus. Okay?” Nodding his head in agreement, he takes a deep breath, “You’re right Stiles. Just give me a few minutes.”

Glancing at Scott as he stands up, my eyes begin to roam his nude body. My gaze lands below his waist allowing me to appreciate the scene before me. Oh shit not again, I mentally slap myself as lust starts forming. “Stiles, I’m okay. Just go wait in my room. I’ll be out in a bit,” his voice cuts through my thoughts. Tearing my eyes away from his body, I run my hand through my hair. To my surprise, “Um, okay,” my voice comes out shaky. Walking out of the bathroom, questions rush into my mind. Why now? Why me? We’re friends.

Hearing the water run, images flash before my eyes. Water falls over his tan skin. His muscles flexing as he washes himself. Soap dripping off his skin as steam rises. Subconsciously, my tongue licks my lips as I imagine me in the shower with him. Pushing him against the wall, my hands roam his body while gently sucking on his neck. Anticipation builds as my hand starts trailing down his stomach to his waist. His hips start bucking against mine as I begin stroking him while running my tongue across his lips. Letting out a moan, arousal fills every fiber of my being as tingles shoot throughout my body causing my dick to twitch in anticipation. “Stiles, are you okay,” his voice pulls me out of my thoughts. Shit! What the hell is wrong with me? Panicking, thoughts race through my head. Oh God. Oh God. Scott’s going to smell it. He heard me moan. It was so loud. I just couldn’t stop myself. He’s going to suspect something. What am I going to say? Think Stiles think. Damn it. I glance towards the door realizing he’s still in the shower. Sighing, I close my eyes, “Yeah, man, I’m fine.” Letting out a shaky breath, I lay down on his bed trying to calm my hormones. 

Scott’s POV

Watching Stiles close the bathroom door, I turn on the faucet. Letting the water cascade over my body, my mind tries to process what happened. Okay, this is what I do know. I was angry causing me to lose control resulting in an involuntary shift. Trying to fight the shift, pain overtook my body. Struggling to breathe, I crawled into the tub and turned on the water trying to soothe my body. Unbearable pain combining with no oxygen equals me blacking out. Waking up, Derek’s growl fills the room. I’m nude sitting in the tub with Derek, who only has jeans on. What the fuck. Why can’t I remember?