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We played video games all day. Our fingers haven't fallen off but they are definitely sore and I wasn't actually serious about losing my fingers. I need them for many many things.
Like fixing problems below my belt... usually caused by Scott.
"I'm hungry." Scott whines for like the hundredth time since we've been here. I laugh at him and tell him again that I've already ordered pizza.
We turn off the remotes and then there's this silence that takes over us and Scott has those puppy eyes again. I know he's gonna say something about it and I don't know how to stop him.
"Stiles... I'm your best friend. We're supposed to be a team, we're supposed to tell each other things." His eyes are starting to water and I'm getting upset.
"I hate seeing you upset." He says.
My heart speeds up and if he hears it, he ignores it and pretends like it's not loud. Just like he pretended like he didn't almost bite me. Like he wasn't pressed up on me close enough to feel me. So I'll pretend too.
I'll pretend like I didn't hear anything he just said.
"So are you staying the night? Cause if you are, you'll have to shower before dad gets here soooo..." his eyes roll and he nods, looking away and getting up.
"I'm staying." He says.
He's staying. Great.
"You know where the bathroom is, you're stuff is still in the top, right drawer of the biggest clothes cabinet thingy." He looks at me and raises an eyebrow in amusement.
"In the what?" He asks.
"In the place where people put their folded clothes in. It's like a closet and a desk at the same time- Scott that over there." I point at it and he laughs at me.
"You mean the bureau?" He asks. His face is pink with how hard he's laughing and it makes me stare at him longer than I should.
My heart does that annoying thing again, and my fingers tremble a bit. He looks so beautiful, why does he have to be like that?
"Yeah..." I say.
Fuck man, did I really have to sound like that? All breathless and ridiculously awestruck? What am I? A 12 year old little girl? Jesus Stiles... what the fuck?
Scott looks me over, his laughter is now but a faint smile, and his eyes rack over my entire being. He takes in a deep breath, eyes flickering from red to his normal brown, and he clenches his teeth a bit.
The air is tense around us, but I try my hardest to ignore it. I clear my throat and sit up straighter on my bed.
"Yeah well, I think you should get to it. If the pizza gets here while you're in the shower, I'm going to eat it all." I try to make a joke but it's obviously just to snap him out of that- that weird daze he fell into.
He nods his head, blinking a bit, and takes a towel with him on his way out of the room. He seemed a little confused but I'm not all too sure.
Is it me or is he being really weird? He literally almost bit me yesterday, growled over me and everything. And today- today he flashed his eyes at me. Why is he acting like that?
I rack my head, thinking back to all the things I've read about werewolves and all the things Deaton has talked to me about. Actually, I think the book I was reading in the library said something about biting, turning, and eye flashes. Maybe I can read more of the book and try to figure out what's up with him.
Yeah, and besides that, if he had bitten me yesterday I don't think I would have shifted. Don't you have to be in your wolf form in order to bite someone and give them the turning juice?
Oh- and let me not forget the fact that he was hard. He was super hard, trust me- I could feel it.
Crap, maybe I shouldn't have thought about that.
As if to make life worse, Scott decides to walk back in wearing nothing but a towel. It couldn't have been more than five minutes- how in the fuck did he finish so quickly!?
Oh- and did I mention that he's quite literally dripping wet, that he's staring at me like he's thinking of very indecent things, and that his eyes are flickering again? He takes is a long whiff of the air and comes in, closing and kicking the door behind him.
Well- my dick is hard.
I swallowed down the very terrible things I want to say and look away from him. My mind is running wild and my heart is racing after it- I don't think I can bare it anymore. I have to do something to make him look away, make him stop. Whatever trance he's under, it's not a good one.
It's like he's possessed.
"Why aren't you dressed?" My breath is hot, I can feel the warmth my body is emitting, like I'm about to burst into flames.
He's looking at me again and my stomach is in knots. Scott walks in closer to me and I freeze. I don't know how to explain it, the heat that's spreading, the way my body aches for him. The dizziness and the very potent lust taking over me- like I'm on viagra or something.
Before I can think properly, he's pressing up against me again. Lips just barely over my neck, he's sniffing me again, and I don't have the will to tell him to stop.
I huff out a breath and he digs his hips into mine, grinding on me. The air gets so hot, the lava is back in my gut, and everywhere he touches me triples in sensitivity. My legs shake and I start breathing through both my nose and mouth, everything is getting too much for me to handle.
His hands search under my shirt and the feeling is like no other.
He's not even kissing me- barely even touching me- and I'm already losing it.
"Stiles..." He breaths out, his eyes are red and he's looking into my eyes.
He gets closer and closer and right before his lips are on mine there's a knock on the door downstairs and the both of us freeze.
The fucking pizza is here.
He hesitates before backing away from me, trying to keep his towel on his hips. I'm still winded, I'm still hot and hard as hell, but I suck in a deep breath, re-adjust my hard on as subtly as I can, and hightail my ass downstairs.
I grab the pizza and the drinks, hands still shaking, body still wet from Scott's body, and hand him the money. The delivery man looks at me funny but I try to laugh it off.
I close the door, ran up stairs with the food in my hand, and opened the door to my room. Scott was dry, dressed, and ready to eat. His face red with embarrassment. Needless to say, dinner was awkward.
So was trying to get rid of another Scott induced problem without Scott listening in.
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Blissful Sin
Fanfiction"You don't get it, you don't understand." "Then help me understand, why are you acting this way? Stiles we're supposed to trust eachother. You're my brother I-" "Don't call me that!" - In which Stiles doesn't want to be just friends. Maybe he never...
