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Drunk Seaside Blowjobs (Sciles)

"That's like your fifth beer. Are you okay? Pace yourself, dude." Scott says, nursing his own beer slowly since he doesn't want to be drunk in case he has to carry Stiles' drunk ass back to the rental house. Allison is out there too, waiting for him to get back with Kira, and he doesn't want to make her wait for him. Stiles gives him a high-pitched laugh, a clear sound that he's drunk off his ass, and he grins widely while he tries to stand. His bare feet dig into the warm sand, easily distracting him, and Scott sighs. "Dude, Allison is waiting for me." Scott sighs, and Stiles frowns.

"I don't like Allison." Stiles admits, and Scott frowns since he didn't know that. "I mean she's nice and cute with dimples like you, but her grandpa beat me, dude." Stiles says, and Scott is pretty sure that this is just the alcohol talking to him. "She's okay, I guess. It's just, dude, things are so different between us." Stiles says, and Scott sighs since he should have known this was coming. Stiles collapsing between Scott's open legs, pillowing his head against Scott's strong thigh, and Scott pushes his hand through Stiles' nearly grown out hair. "What does she have that I don't?" Stiles asks him, and Scott sighs.

"Stiles, she's my girlfriend. She does stuff for me that you can't." Scott says, and Stiles gives him a huff as he takes a drink from Scott's beer thinking it's his.

"So, what? She has a pussy and can suck your dick. I could do that." Stiles says, tugging Scott's swim trunks down in one tug. Scott feels his ass touch the blanket they're sitting on, and he hisses as feels Stiles take him in his mouth. His cock was half hard, just from the promises that Allison had made him earlier, and the beer. Stiles' mouth is hot and wet, his mouth moving sloppily but with obvious practice that makes Scott wonder how many other times this had happened. Stiles' spit slides down his dick to his balls, pooling near his asshole, and he tugs Stiles' hair roughly.

"Fuck, Stiles, fuck." Scott curses, as his hips buckle forward. Stiles plants his hands-on Scott's thighs, spreading them open more, and Scott whines when Stiles mouths at his balls while he strokes his slick cock. A thin trail of spit follows Scott's cock to Stiles' mouth, and Stiles ignores it as he strokes his best friend's cock. Scott closes his eyes tightly as focuses on Stiles' long fingers curling around his cock as he laps at his balls, and he comes with a keening cry.

Scott lays back on the blanket, legs open with his swim trunks around his ankles, and he watches as Stiles' almost angrily jerk himself off. He's got some of Scott's come in his hair, and he comes over his fist and onto Scott's spent cock. He pants heavily, and he takes a sip of Scott's beer to get rid of the taste. "We should take a swim." Scott suggests, wanting to get rid of the scent. Stiles nods, knowing what he's doing, and he lazily saunters toward the water. Scott watches him before he goes after him to make sure he doesn't drown.

When they get back to the rent house, Isaac gives him a look, and he runs his hand through Stiles' hair before he drops his hand with a smirk. He leans forward, whispering something in Stiles' hair that even Scott's werewolf hearing can't pick up, and Stiles listens to him before he smiles to him. 

*The epilogue of this is that Allison finds out, and she always assumed that Scott was sleeping with Stiles so she's doesn't care.*

*And Isaac was the one that showed Stiles how to do blow jobs. They practiced on Derek and Peter*