Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-04-01 16:25:00 |
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It had been a little over a month since Stiles arrived here and honestly it wasn’t all that bad. Nothing had tried to jump out and kill him since his arrival and he doesn’t feel like he has to look over his shoulder whenever he is out. And the best part is he has Scott here as well. He didn’t have to deal with all of this alone. There was, of course, something else. The talk he and Scott had when they had gone to the under twenty-one club. It was something he never thought in a million years that would happen. But it did. And he was glad that it happened. Stiles was laying on the couch, head propped up on the armrest, laptop on his stomach as he looked through the network. He only glanced up when he heard a door open and closed. Either Scott was coming or going. He really wasn’t sure. * After their trip to the club things at the apartment had changed a little, though not as much as people might have thought. Taking it slow might be pretty tough on a guy, particularly when you were living with your boyfriend. It wasn’t in Scott’s nature to hold back but where Stiles was concerned he was going to be careful. More than ever before, because what was at stake here wasn’t just a relationship, but the most important friendship of his life. Slow was good. Scott headed inside after his trip to the store and put the bag of groceries on the counter in the kitchen. “Hi honey, I’m home!” he called into the apartment, knowing that Stiles would answer if he were around. “I come bearing Reece’s. Love me forever,” he called as he started to unpack and put the shopping away. Okay, so it wasn’t all the stuff his mom would have bought, but it was technically ‘good’ food. Also he might have gotten a video game or two to add to their collection, but they were second hand and cheap, so Scott felt totally justified. “So what have you been up to?” he asked when Stiles came in to see what he was up to. “Anything cool? I fully expect you to entertain me now,” Scott told him, “as a reward for my shopping prowess. Comence please!” * Stiles rolled his eyes and then sat up. “Ooh, I hope you bought a lot of Reese’s,” he said as he set his laptop down on the coffee table and then got up from the couch. “Did you have fun shopping?” he asked as he grabbed the Reese’s the minute he saw them on the counter. Oh yes, he was going to eat one right now. “Nothing, really. Just scrolling through the network. Seeing what people are talking about.” Speaking of people, he still needed to tell Scott about the Wizard dude. “And what exactly do you want me to do, huh?” He was kind of busy at the moment, ripping open the package and plucking out one of the Reese cups. Nom. * “I bought plenty enough for a regular human, but enough for a Stiles? I guess we’re going to have to wait and find out,” Scott answered with a laugh. “It was shopping,” he said with a shrug. “We were out of stuff and now we’re not, so I guess fun doesn’t matter so much. Though I did get these,” he said shoving the games towards him. “They’ll keep us out of trouble for a little while, huh?” He gave a roll of his eyes when Stiles went straight for the candy and didn’t even give him a hug! Scott grabbed the candy out of his hand before it could reach his mouth and hid it behind his back. “Nuh huh. Kisses first, candy later,” he said with his eyebrows raised. “Shoppers rules apply!” he told him sternly. * “Are you trying to say that I’m going to eat all of this? Because last I checked you lived here, too.” He definitely wasn’t the only little piggy in the house. He was getting plenty of help from the hungry little wolf. “Sooo, it was boring, got ya.” He grinned at Scott. “Ooh!” He quickly grabbed the games so he could look them over. “I’m so kicking your ass,” he told Scott without even looking up. Once he was done looking over the games, he set them down and then he was going for the candy. He was just about to take a bite when Scott decided that now was a good time to snatch it away. “HEY! I was going to eat that.” He stared at Scott for a moment before he leaned in and gave Scott a quick kiss on the lips. “Now give me my damn candy,” he told him as he leaned in and started to reach behind Scott so he could grab the candy away. * “Pretty sure I won’t get a look-in,” Scott answered with a chuckle, though he probably should have hidden a few before calling Stiles in, now he thought about it. Too late now, though. “So dull,” he replied with a nod, “apart from the bit that included the game shop. That was all kinds of tempting!” He watched as Stiles grabbed the games and laughed, “oh really? I’m going to take you up on that duel,” which was totally the point of buying the games in the first place! “Uh huh. I noticed,” Scott replied with a cheeky grin, puckering up to receive his kisses. When he just got the one, and hardly that, before Stiles was back to trying to get the buttercup. “Come and get it,” Scott told him giving a quick turn away and skirting the counter and popping the candy in his own mouth. If Stiles wanted it that badly… well, he could take it! * “Yes,” he said with a nod of his head. “As long as you don't use any wolfy powers.” It had to be a fair game. If not, then Scott would totally win every single time. “Come on! I gave you a kiss. Give me my damn candy!” He tried to grab it again, but Scott moved and started to move away all while shoving the candy in his mouth. Stiles froze, mouth open. “That’s cheating.” Screw that. “I’ll just get me another one!” Scott could have that one. He turned and went for the bag, grabbing another candy for himself. * “Why do you always make that a rule and spoil my fun?” Scott asked, sticking his bottom lip out in a tiny pout. “It’s not as though I tell you to switch off your brain, is it? Maybe I should…” he thought to himself as he smirked towards Stiles. “You call that a kiss? I swear, I kiss my mother with more affection,” he grumbled teasingly. Watching Stiles come to terms with what he was doing was almost too funny he spat the buttercup out, but he managed to hold it fairly still. Unfortunately Stiles wasn’t taking the bait, which led him to bound around the counter once more, this time sweeping him off his feet and pulling him into a tightly held dip-kiss. “I think I just turned into a Sim,” Scott told him as he returned Stiles to his feet. “Now the shopping trip feels rewarded… eat up,” he said waving him away with a grin. * “Because I am a human and you are a werewolf and it is not fair when you use your wolfy skills since they are far better than mine. So, no, you can’t use them!” He rolled his eyes. “You know that is not the same thing. Plus, if I could turn my brain off for a little bit, I would.” But he couldn’t, so he was stuck with his overactive brain doing whatever it wanted. “You’re lucky that I didn’t bite you and snag my candy back.” Now that he thought about it, he probably should have done that. “I don’t want it now! You eat it. I’ll just get another one.” He barely got his hand into the bag when he was grabbed by Scott. Since he had no idea what was going on, he quickly grabbed onto Scott tightly. It took a minute for his mind to catch up to what was going on and by then the kiss was over and he was standing upright again. “And I think I now know how those Sims feel.” He finally let go of Scott and took a step back. “Why do I put up with you?” he jokingly asked and finally grabbed his Reese and made sure not to waste any time eating it. “Also, are we going to attempt to make actual dinner food tonight?” * “Yeah, yeah, I’m a werewolf. I’ve heard that line,” Scott answered with a laugh, knowing well enough that Stiles wasn’t about to let him get any advantages from that whilst gaming. “It’s funny how you don’t force me to use only human powers the rest of the time,” he said with a raised eyebrow, “but then that would spoil your fun too.” Scott laughed at that, and grinned back, “you’re not the only one that can bite. Only mine is a little more potent,” he told him. That he’d never use it was pretty obvious, because he’d never force a bite on Stiles, or anyone else for that matter. “Tell me you don’t feel about to throw up, and I’ll consider it a good outcome,” Scott answered as he returned Stiles to his upright position and steadied him. “Though, if you have floaty hearts around your head… tell me?” He gave a shrug and chuckled, “you put up with me cause you love me and wouldn’t know what your life was without me in it. Which is probably the same reason I keep you around,” Scott replied. “So food is now split into two categories? Food and dinner-food?” he couldn’t help but laugh at that, but he pointed at the fridge and told him, “I bought dinner-food too. Breakfast-food, lunch-food and all-the-foods, so decide what you want and I’ll be happy you cooked,” he told Stiles with a nod. * “And you’ll keep hearing that line for the rest of your life for mine, whichever.” He poked at Scott’s chest. “Because any other time it doesn't involve us being competitive,” he pointed out. “There will be no biting. Annnnd your bites only do anything if you’re all wolfy.” He shook his head. He was not going to throw up and there were definitely no hearts floating around his head. “Eh, yeah, I guess that’s a good enough reason,” he said, trying not to smile, but he couldn’t help himself. “No, it’s not. It’s almost dinner time, so that’s why I said it the way I said it.” And the fact that he was standing there eating candy and not actual food. “I’m cooking?” he asked, a bit of a surprised look on his face. * “Don’t I know it,” Scott answered with a roll of his eyes, very much aware that Stiles would pin him on that every chance he got. “You ever consider that maybe, just maybe, you’re too competitive?” he asked, “given that you’re looking for reasons to even out your chances of winning, I’d say so. Eh, I let you win anyway,” Scott told him with a sly smile, knowing Stiles would hate hearing that almost as much as hearing that he’d ‘cheated’ using his powers. “Good job I can still nip, huh?” Scott answered with a teasing smirk, suggesting he could be tempted to give the Reece’s a miss and get straight to the Stiles. “I’d never bite you,” he said, specifically because it seemed it required stating. “Ever.” Scott probably should have dipped and dropped Stiles, given the outcome, but it would have been considered ‘wolfy cheating’. Also not cool. “Only reason I could find,” he answered with a shrug, “so it’ll have to do.” Scott’s face brightened and nodded, “oh yes. I shopped, you cook. Division of labour at it’s finest. Meanwhile, I can be getting these games installed for afterwards. So, what are we eating?” he asked. * Stiles thought about the question for a moment before replying with, “no, I don’t think so.” Letting him win was just as bad as using the wolfy powers. Both sucked. “I don’t want you to let me win. I just want it to be fair.” That was all that he wanted. “Never ever?” he asked. “Are you afraid that you might accidentally turn me?” He wasn’t afraid of that happening. He knew Scott had a handle on his wolfy side. “Fine, I’ll cook. But you can’t complain if it’s bad.” Not that it would be all that bad. He pretty much had to feed himself for a long time now since his dad was usually at work. So it was either starve, live on fast food or learn how to do some basic cooking. “Spaghetti.” * “I can only do what I can do, Stiles,” he said a little more softly. “Sometimes it’s hard to remember what it felt like not to have wolfy powers, so just ‘not using them’ is really hard.” As Scott thought, his boyfriend didn’t want to just win by default, though. “I’m starting to think we’re never allowed to play competitively again. I’m opting for co-op all the way,” Scott gave a small nod at Stiles’ question. “How many times have we been told that something can or can’t happen and been proven wrong?” he asked with a shrug. “As far as I’m concerned, too often to take risks with your life, squishy human.” So no, there’d be no biting of his Stiles. “There will be zero complaints,” Scott answered. “Fill my belly and I’ll be a happy boy, whatever the cooking is like.” Stiles was obviously playing down his skills, because both of them had been pretty self-sufficient over the years. “Spaghetti’s good,” he said, grabbing the games and heading to the lounge where he started the first one loading. “Games are currently in progress and can handle themselves, so does the chef need a small hug, perhaps?” Scott asked as he popped his head back around the door. * “Am I making you feel bad? I’m not trying to do that if that’s what’s happening.” Mostly he was just being a pain and he knew it. “We can do co-op, too.” He didn’t really care. Just as long as they were having fun. That was all that mattered. “Far too many times,” he replied. “Well, I don’t think you’d turn me unless I asked you to do it.” He trusted Scott. “Does this mean if I said I was feeding you toast, you’d be happy?” he jokingly asked. “Speaking of toast, I think I’ll make garlic bread, too.” Both sounded pretty good. And since he was the one who had to cook he figured he’d start grabbing everything he would need now and set it out on the counter. “Well, if you’re giving away free hugs, I’ll definitely take one or two or twenty.” He put his arms out and made grabby hands, waiting for Scott to come to him and give him the hug. * He gave a shake of his head, cause Scott was more concerned that the reverse was happening. “I don’t mean to ‘cheat’ it’s just who I am now,” he said with a small smile. “But I know you like who I am, then and now, so I’m cool with that. So we co-op in all things and life will be good,” he told Stiles with a grin. “Exactly,” he said nodding at Stiles’ agreement which froze at his next statement. “You don’t want to be turned,” Scott said softly. “I know sometimes it looks like I get it easy, but all the wolf stuff isn’t cool,” and would he really turn his boyfriend if he asked? Scott wasn’t honestly sure he would. “Just remember how many years it’s taken to get where I am now and how much you all had to help me get here,” he really didn’t want that life for Stiles. Scott gave a small laugh and nodded, “sure, why not? I’d be getting fed, wouldn’t I?” He heard his stomach rumble at the mention of garlic bread. “I think it’s safe to say my stomach approves this choice.” And the hugs? Oh yes, he could give those out for sure. Scott slid behind Stiles and wrapped his arms around him and rested his head on his shoulder. “Look at me, I can do hugging and not get in the way of the cooking. I’m super-talented!” he told Stiles with a laugh. * “I know. I just like bugging you about it,” he told Scott with a smile. “I will always like who you are. Just as long as you don’t turn into a jerk.” He still didn’t want to be turned! He wasn’t asking for the bite. “Scott, I don’t want to be a werewolf. I’m perfectly happy being the squishy human in the pack.” Honestly, he’d probably have to be dying to ask for the bite. Other than that, he wanted nothing to do with it. “Damn, I could have gotten away with just making toast,” he joked. “Oh, you’re hungry now. I guess this means I have to start making food now instead of later.” Or it could wait a few more minutes since there were hugs to be had! Except that wasn’t how he wanted to be hugged. He dropped his arms back down when Scott decided a hug from the back was the best hug to give right now. “I’m not sure I can cook with you attached to me like this.” He reached up and poked Scott’s nose. “Beep, beep, wolfy.” * “Well, if you ever see me turning into a jerk, I fully expect you to tell me before I can fully transform,” Scott told him with a grin. “Obviously I’ll supply the same service, because small-print!” He met Stiles’ eyes and nodded his understanding. He didn’t want him going through any of the stuff he’d dealt with the last few years. Scott knew that he’d been beside him every step of the way, but he still remembered the fear that he might hurt someone he cared about all too well. “I think, you might be the best squishy human I know,” he told him with a smile. “Let’s try and keep you that way.” Scott grinned. “Too late. We’re having spaghetti now, with garlic bread, cause my stomach took that as a promise,” he said sternly. “The stomach speaks. Deny the stomach at your peril!” He laughed as he cuddled up to Stiles. “Give it a try, at least? I’m a good snuggler,” Scott told him as he mirrored his movements around the kitchen right up to the point Stiles tweaked his nose. “Okay, fine. You don’t appreciate my love. I get it,” he said letting go and pretending to kick his feet as he sulked. “Now I’m a sad wolf. Look what you did to your wolf?” * “Trust me, I will be smacking you around if you started to act like a jerk.” There would be no way in hell Stiles would just let Scott be a jerk and not say anything. If it happened. Not that he really thought it would. He patted the top of Scott’s head, smiling. “I plan on keeping it this way for a very, very, very long time.” Did he sometimes wish he was as strong and fast as Scott? Sure. But he really didn’t want that life. “I wouldn’t want to deny it. It might try to eat me and that is just not a death I want. Nope. Not at all.” So, it really did seem like Scott was going to stay attached to him. Well, fine. He grabbed the pot, filled it with water and then put it on the store. “Yeaaaah, but snuggle cooking isn’t exactly easy,” he pointed out. Finally, Scott moved, though. “I am rolling my eyes at you.” And he was. “Come here.” He quickly grabbed Scott by the wrist and pulled him close. Once Scott was close enough he gave him a kiss. A real one this time. Not like his quick little kiss he gave him earlier. “Stop being a pouty wolf.” * Scott gave a laugh of approval and nodded, “I’d expect nothing less,” he said with a smile of affection. Did he expect to go changing his entire personality? Nope. Did he know Stiles had his back if he did? Oh hell yes! “If you want a dog to pet, buy one,” he told Stiles as he feigned a small nip his way and grinned. “I like you just the way you are, in all your squisiness,” Scott said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Let’s hope we’re never faced with that choice, though, huh?” It was always good to make it clear to the karma police that he was sure on this score. No biting. Nope. He shook his head vigorously, “it would never try to eat you,” Scott told him clearly, “though it might call the pizza place and ask for home delivery instead of eating toast, now that it’s been tempted by garlic bread,” he added with a smirk. “Damn, I thought maybe snuggle cooking might become a new hobby we could both enjoy,” he teased Stiles with a chuckle. When his wrist was caught Scott was happy to be pulled into a serious kiss that left him mildly breathless. “I think you found out how to cure me pouting,” he told his boyfriend, giving him another deep kiss. “Now it’s not just my stomach hungry,” Scott said with a sigh, “it’s a good job we’ll both be eating garlic tonight!” * “Why would I need to buy one when I have you?” Stiles asked with a huge grin on his face. He quickly pulled his hand away so he couldn’t get nipped. “Well, I guess it’s settled then. I’m not turning into a werewolf. I’m staying my normal human self.” He looked down and then poked at Scott’s stomach. “Are you sure about that?” he asked with another poke. “Yeah, I don’t think snuggle cooking is going to catch on. It’s a little hard to do anything when you’re basically stuck to my back.” Scott definitely needed to not be hugging him from behind while he cooked. But he would definitely take more kissing. “Just kiss you when you’re pouting. Got it.” He kissed Scott back when he was kissed again, rolling his eyes when Scott pulled away and said what he said. “Oh please, you think garlic bread would stop me from kissing you later? You’re wrong.” And as much as he’d like to stand there and keep kissing Scott, he had to make dinner. * “Oof,” Scott feigned a kick in the guts. “Way to prick the ego of your friendly, neighbourhood werewolf!” he told Stiles. “I’m not a pet, I’m a… okay, fine, you get to pet me, but not in public and not when anyone else is looking!” he said sternly. “Damn, I liked snuggle cooking, as a concept, at least,” Scott grinned as Stiles went on about how he couldn’t handle it, which was a message he’d got fully. “Does that mean you’ll kiss me every time I pout?” Scott asked hopefully, “cause I’m open to making that a challenge.” He laughed at Stiles’ response to the garlic-breath and hopped up onto the counter so he could watch dinner being created before his eyes. As the food started to come together he had to tease just a little more. “Is it nearly ready yet?” he said, feigning a deep sigh and pretending to drool. On cue his stomach rumbled and Scott couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s bad when even my belly’s teasing you, huh?” he asked Stiles. “So after dinner we cuddle on the sofa and play games? Is that the plan?” * “Now you’re making it sound like some kind of kink that must only be done in the darkness,” he teased. “It doesn’t work!” He shooed Scott away. “I don’t know. Maybe. Although I have this feeling you’re just going to fake pout a billion times a day just so you can get a ton of kisses.” It was something he would do, so he really wouldn’t put it past Scott to play the same type of game. Once Scott was out of the way, he tossed the noodles into the boiling water and started the sauce and put the garlic toast in the toaster oven. “Does it look like it’s ready yet? Pushy.” He grabbed a couple of plates from the cabinet and set them down on the counter, glancing up when he heard Scott’s stomach. “Okay, even I heard that.” He was hungry, but probably not as hungry as Scott. “Yes? I guess so. Unless there was something you wanted to do after dinner.” * “Hey, there is nothing kinky about wanting you to show respect to your puppy in public,” Scott told him with a wag of his finger. “No one else needs to know I have gooey insides and that I’m petable but you!” Scott had the temerity to look embarrassed for a moment as Stiles spotted the trap in his incredibly cunning plan. “It’s possible I might pout a little more often than usual,” he said with a smirk of admission. “I promise I’ll make the rewards worth your while, though?” he added with a raised eyebrow. “It’s definitely getting there,” Scott told him as he gave Stiles a little shove. “Now I’m being pushy,” he teased. Once Stiles started with the plates, he grabbed some cutlery and got them both a couple of glasses. “What do you want to drink?” he asked, jumping down and heading for the fridge. “I could be tempted to all kinds of things after dinner,” he said as he pottered around attempting to help speed up the process of serving, though he was probably just getting in Stiles’ way. “As long as there are cuddles of some sort, I’d be a very happy puppy, with a very full belly.” * “If you’re the puppy doesn’t that make me the master and doesn’t that mean you should be respecting me?” Yes, he was turning this all around on Scott. “Too late. People know you’re gooey on the inside.” Stiles knew Scott far too well. “I thought so. Which means I might just start pinching your cheeks if you keep pouting far too much.” He thought about it for a moment. “Oh really? That is tempting.” It was getting there. Dinner was almost done. It literally needed a few more minutes. “Yeah, I see that,” he said with a playful push of his own. “Soda,” he answered after giving it a thought. Once the noodles were done, he dumped them in the strainer and once they were free of the water, he put the noodles in the sauce and mixed it. “Is that your thing? Cuddling?” he asked as he started to fill their plates with all of the food. “Annnd dinner is done!” * “I may be your puppy, but I’m still the damn Alpha,” Scott answered with a chuckle, “I have to keep up the illusion,” he teased right back. “Damn, do you really think so? I thought I’d done such a good job at hiding my goo,” he told Stiles, giving a pout in hope of a quick kiss. Or a cheek pinch. “Oh man, you wouldn’t!” but he knew Stiles far too well for that. He can and he would, if Scott let him get away with it. “These cheeks are not for pinching,” he said pointing at his face, “but it’s possible I wouldn’t object to other pinched cheeks!” Scott poured them both sodas and set them on the counter beside the plates. “Smells good, too,” he said, unable to resist giving Stiles’ neck a gentle kiss as he mixed the sauce and noodles. “And that’s not the only thing tasty in this place,” he said as he moved back to the counter, not wanting to be too much of a distraction now that food was happening. “Is cuddling not your thing?” Scott asked with a frown, “cause that would be seriously unfortunate. You know what they say about spooning, right?” he asked Stiles with a bright-eyed smile of innocence. “Alright, feed me already,” Scott said with a grin, making grabby hands towards the plate, just as Stiles had done earlier. * “Rawr,” Stiles said with a laugh and clawed at the air. “Yeaaah, I think people already know you’re soft and gooey. There’s no point in hiding it now.” There was no quick kiss this time. Instead, Stiles just reached over and gave Scott’s cheek a pinch. “Oh, but I just did,” he happily said, proving his point that he would do what he said he would do. “They seem pretty pinchable to me. Let me see again.” He pinched Scott’s cheeks and nodded in agreement to himself. “Yep, very pinchable.” It smelled good and even looked good and now he was hungry. “Okay, that’s twice now you’ve made it sound like you want to eat me.” And he was seriously starting to wonder why. “Honestly? I don’t know. Malia and I didn’t really do the cuddle thing.” So he really wasn’t sure if cuddling was his thing or not. “What exactly do they say? Because remember I was always the little spoon.” He bitched about it enough. “Okay.” He grabbed the plate and handed it to Scott. He grabbed his own plate, his drink and then made his way into the living room where he sat down on the floor and set his stuff down on the coffee table. * Scott gave a laugh at Stiles’ rawr. “That growl’s pretty sexy on you. You should do it more often,” he said with approval. He gave a deep sigh, pretending to be defeated at the thought of his insides getting seen. “I thought I’d been so good at hiding it, too. I guess I’m busted, huh?” He couldn’t believe Stiles actually pinched his cheeks and even as he did it, he rolled his eyes. “Again, really?” Scott asked with a shake of his head. What the hell had gotten started here? “Remind me never to pout again, huh?” he said with a sigh. He had a terrible feeling this was now going to become a thing. “How do I stop being pinchable?” he asked seriously, “cause I really, really want to be less pinchable.” He couldn’t help chuckle at Stiles’ reaction, “so maybe I go to food comparisons when I’m hungry? I can’t say I ever noticed that before, but it’s something to keep an eye on cause maybe, somewhere deep, deep down, I do want to eat you for dinner cause I’m a big, bad wolf!” he gave a little growl of his own. “You guys didn’t cuddle ever?” Scott asked with a raised eyebrow, wondering how that ever worked! Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t think about that too much. “If you spoon enough, you end up forking,” Scott said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Do you want to be the big spoon?” cause Scott was open to all the spoons. This conversation had taken a strange turn, but it wasn’t all bad and as he followed Stiles to the table and made himself comfy he asked, “so, you and Mailia… did she initiate everything, or was it an equal share?” He was genuinely curious to know how the no-cuddling was even sustainable. “Food’s good,” Scott told him after a mouthful of pasta and shoved another in straight away, so he couldn’t ask any more questions.” * “Rawr,” he said again but this time he ended up laughing because it was kind of ridiculous. “You’re busted, sorry, dude.” The eye-rolling on made him grin even more. “Yes, again.” And just because he could, he did it one more time! “Umm, stop being cute?” he replied with a slight shrug of his shoulder. Honestly, there was no stopping the pinching. And he wasn’t about to tell Scott that. “Well, big, bad wolf, I’m not some little piggy you can eat.” He playfully pushed at Scott. Stiles thought about the question for a moment. “Nope, not really. If we did it was only when we were going to sleep because I need to be in the middle of the bed.” He was pretty sure if he didn’t need to be in the middle there would have been no cuddling what-so-ever. “I don’t know. I mostly just wanted to be comfortable enough to sleep.” That’s all that really was. He took a bite of his toast and was a little surprised that Scott was asking more questions about what he and Malia did and didn’t do. “Err, it was mostly her. Then again it was just a lot of initiating sex.” Not that he ever minded. Because who would be dumb enough to turn that down? “Is it or are you being nice?” he asked before taking a bite of his own noodles. * “You’re doing it because I’m cute, huh?” Scott asked with more of a smile than he probably should give, under the circumstances. “I’m not entirely sure it’s possible for me to turn off the cute, but I’ll sure give it a try, if you really want me to,” he said in gentle challenge. He grinned at Stiles and tutted. “I wouldn’t eat you, you’re too much fun to play with. Wait till I start blowing you...your house down,” he amended with a bright smile, a little more pleased with himself than he should be. Scott gave a gentle frown as he chewed his food, wondering if he should really probe this territory further. “You loved her, though?” he thought so, from everything he’d seen of the two together. Maybe he’d got it wrong? “Wasn’t there any intimacy other than sex and convieniant sleep?” he asked, “I’m not sure I could do that.” He ate some more and shook his head, “nope, not being polite, it’s good and just what I needed right now. Comfort food and Stiles-talk. I’m all catered to here,” Scott said with a smile over at him. * “Yes. I am doing it because you’re cute. And because you’re trying to get far too many kisses out of me.” He shrugged. “Not my problem, dude. Enjoy the pinches or learn to turn off the cute factor.” Okay everything Scot said could be taken in so many ways. Even if he was trying not to make it sound as dirty as it was. “Weelllll, you can definitely play with me and blow me.” A huge grin crossed his face and all he had to do now was see Scott’s reaction. “Yeah, I loved her. I mean I still love her. I’m just not in love with her.” He hoped that made sense to Scott. “What exactly do you think me and her should have been doing? I mean what we had worked for us. It might not have worked for everyone else, but it was ours and it worked.” And he definitely wouldn’t have changed a thing about it. “Glad you like it.” He smiled back and then took another bite of noodles. * So it was possible Stiles’ answer gave Scott a little happy blush, but he wasn’t going to make a big deal of it. Nope. Didn’t happen! Stiles thought he was cute and that was more than enough reward and he might even put up with the cheek-pinches as long as this was the case. “I’m not sure I could turn it off, even if I wanted to,” he told him with a shrug, “though, right now, I’m not sure I want to, if you really think that.” When Stiles grinned like that it usually meant trouble and now he was grinning too. “I guess we’ll have to see what happens after dinner, huh? Sounds like you’re offering me dessert too!” Scott answered with a laugh. “Might have to play the big bad more often, if that’s the reaction I get!” He listened and understood. Scott hadn’t been oblivious to their relationship, just not as invested as he might now be in what Stiles was looking for in a partner. “Are you good with us not being like that, though?” he asked with his head cocked to one side, curious how Stiles would react to that. “I told you… I have to feel it, you know? And with you, I totally do and I don’t want just random sex-encounters. I want to share life with you,” Scott said as honestly as he could manage. He didn’t want Stiles to be his sex toy, or just his friend-with-benefits, he wanted a partner. In every possible way. * “I guess you’ll just have to put up with all the cheek pinching then!” He nodded. “Yep. And here I thought you would be offering me dessert since I’m the one who made dinner.” He laughed. “Go for it. Play the big bad. I want to see it.” Stiles set his fork down and turned his full attention to Scott. “Yes, I’m fine with us not being like that. Malia was Malia. I don’t think any relationship will ever be like the one I had with her. And I don’t expect it to be.” He was still confused by that saying. It’s been said twice and he still didn’t get it. “What exactly do you keep meaning by I have to feel it? Because I have never heard anyone say that before. And why would any sex be thought of as random? We’re together. I wouldn’t see any of it as just random.” Scott’s way of thinking was confusing to him, so it was probably a good thing they were talking about this stuff now. * “Damn, I guess I’ll figure out a way to cope with that,” Scott answered with a chuckle. He raised his eyebrows and grinned, “well hello, little Piggy, you’ll not be going to the market today, you’re getting fully attacked by the wolf!” Scott teased, leaning over the table and kissing Stiles’ sauce-covered lips and sucking his bottom lip a little more than he had to. “Play time for dessert it is,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He gave Stiles a nod, detecting the shift in mood as the fork hit the table. After a last bite of the pasta, Scott rested his down too. Serious talk time and he suspected this wasn’t going to be a Lady and the Tramp spaghetti moment. “I guess I’m just trying to get a feel for your expectations,” he answered, “which is why I was curious about you and Malia,” he said with a tentative shrug. “I’m not trying to take the spontaneity out of this, or be a killjoy,” Scott told him, feeling the worry settle in his hindbrain. “You… you’re probably the most important person in my life and that was before we got together,” he said meeting Stiles’ eyes full on. “I want to make you happy - I want to make me happy making you happy and feel totally connected to you here,” he reached across and gently stroked his temples, “here,” he trailed his hand to his heart, “as well as here,” he slipped his hand down between Stiles’ legs. “I want you to feel what I do, is that so crazy?” Scott asked sitting back and looking over at his boyfriend. * “Oink, oink. Good thing I don’t need to go since someone else did already,” he said, laughing, only stopping when he was kissed. “Can it be dessert now, tease?” Did he have expectations? He wasn’t sure. Mostly he was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he and Scott moved past the best friend line and became something more. He really hadn’t thought much about anything else. “I kind of feel like you’re going to compare how my relationship with Malia to how ours turns out. You can’t do that. Me and her were me and her. And we’re us. We have a different dynamic. Malia was my first real relationship. And you’ve had two different ones.” He really hoped Scott didn’t end up trying to compare or anything. He glanced down at Scott’s hand and then back up again. “Okay, you want to be connected to me fully. Kind of thought we were connected and I figured the rest would just fall into place.” He grabbed Scott’s hand and held it. “I want this to work just as much as you do. But you can’t worry about every little thing or it’s going to make you unhappy and then it’s not going to work. And you can’t compare how I was with Malia. She was unique. It was all unique at the time.” * “Spoiled little Piggy gets the wolf to go to the market for you, huh?” Scott couldn’t help but tease a bit more. “You’ll get your dessert soon enough. Promise,” he told Stiles with a grin, “now eat your dinner, so you’re all plump and nommy!” He took a moment and then smiled, “and here was me thinking that you might be the one to make the comparisons.” Scott gave a shake of his head, “I know where we’ve both been and where we’ve gotten to, but I also know that with you I want it to be more. Otherwise I’m scared we’ll break up and then will we still be friends?” he asked Stiles with a deep sigh. “I want this, more than I’ve wanted anything or anyone before and it’s that that scares me.” And he should just tell Stiles this stuff, which was why he’d taken this turn in the first place. “We’re connected,” Scott confirmed with a gentle nod, “but I’m not sure what the rules are. This is so different to anything I’ve experienced before,” not to mention the whole bit about it being another guy. That seemed like such a small thing in comparison to all the other things, though. He squeezed Stiles’ hand and smiled. “You are, literally, everything right now and if I don’t check that for time to time I’m not in the same head-space you are, it’ll send me kinda crazy,” Scott said softly. Maybe he was too intense, but without his mother and the rest of the Pack in his life, he felt as though Stiles was his anchor in this world. That he kinda wanted to pick him up and take him for dessert right now was just a small factor. “We’ll make it work by talking,” he said with a smile of reasurace, “and kissing,” Scott said giving him a gentle but loving kiss that showed Stiles he appreciated all of his words. * “Ooookay, no more of that. It’s getting weird now!” It was funny at first, now it was just getting weird! “Why would I make comparisons? Me and you are different compared to me and Malia. And there are a lot of reasons why we’re different.” And he’d be there forever if he had to list all of the differences. “Okay, well, I want this too or I would have never agreed to it back at the club,” he told him. Stiles didn’t want to think of the bad things. That would just drag them down. He wanted to live in the now and see how their relationship grew from this point on. “Are there any rules? I mean other than, you know, don’t cheat and the other common things. Why because we’re both guys? Well, don’t forget, I haven’t been with a guy before either. You’re my first.” This was new to him also, but he didn’t want to worry about it all either. Scott was Scott. And that was it. “We both want this. I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page, the same headspace, whatever you wanna call it. But you have to relax or this might not work.” Putting too much pressure on all of this could cause problems and he definitely didn’t want that. “I’m a-okay with the talking and definitely with the kissing.” He leaned in for another kiss. “Are we done worrying now?” * “I know we are,” he said with a smile, “but I’m just as new at relationships as you are,” Scott answered. He might have been in two, but it was still a tiny number and that neither had ended well did prey on his mind. “You are pretty fucking special, you know that, right?” he told Stiles, feeling more stable in the way they should approach this whole thing. The more he talked, the more relaxed about it Scott felt, which was all he needed right now. “Just the normal rules are fine,” he said with a slight chuckle, “though maybe I should throw some extra in there, just for you? Like no cheek pinching?” he suggested. “We get to figure this whole thing out together, which means we’re gonna be fine,” Scott said giving his hand another squeeze. “At least we’re both pretty clear on the anatomy this time, right?” he said, trying to lighten the mood a little as he’d managed to take it to such a serious place. “One rule. If you’re not happy, tell me?” Scott told him with a nod and then he happily kissed Stiles back. “I’m done. Can I claim my dessert now?” he asked with a raise of his eyebrows. “Cause full disclosure - since the night of the club, I’ve been wanting to get you naked, but I didn’t want to rush this and make it all about the naked fun-times,” he told Stiles, chewing his lip. * “Not that new,” he pointed out. “I do now since you keep saying it,” he said with a smirk. “Okay, you can not ban me from pinching your cheeks? Anyway, how are you going to stop me, huh? You can’t.” And just to prove it, he reached over and pinched Scott’s cheek once again. “Of course we’ll be fine. I never had a doubt about it. It’s us we’re talking about here. We’ve been through a ton throughout the years. I think we can do this.” He shook his head and laughed at Scott. “You mean that’s not making you nervous?” he asked, wondering if he should have asked that because he really didn’t want to make Scott overthink things again. “Yeah,” he said with a nod of his head, “I can do that. But the same goes for you. You have to tell me if you’re not happy.” It was only fair. “Umm maybe.” Okay, he was surprised to hear that. “Oh yeah? I mean I’m all for naked fun times. You could have said something then if it was something you wanted. I wouldn’t have said no.” He also thought Scott wanted to be slow. He quickly finished off his last bite of toast and ate a few more noodles. “Okay, I’m done. We can definitely have a little fun now.” * “Maybe it always feels new?” Scott suggested with a shrug. Even though he said it, he doubted Stiles really knew how special he was, cause he really was one of a kind. And he was his boyfriend, which gave him a warm glow that spread to his face and broke into a bright smile. When he got his cheeks pinched he didn’t stop, just gave a small roll of his eyes to show that he knew the rule was going nowhere. “I think, maybe I was more scared of losing you once I had you than enjoying what we had going on in the moment,” Scott admitted with a nod. “And I’m sorry about that, cause we’re going to be awesome together,” he told Stiles with literally no doubt in his tone. “Are you telling me that the anatomy is making you nervous?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t think I’m any more nervous than I would be with anyone,” Scott said and then amended, “actually I’m less nervous, cause it’s with you and I trust you already.” That and he knew about the werewolf-side. Stiles would tell him in a heartbeat if he wasn’t being careful enough, which actually made him feel more at ease. “I didn’t want us to be just naked fun-times,” Scott replied with a grin. “I like the cuddling and the spooning and the kissing too. All of the Stiles-things, I like,” he told him. Watching how quickly he finished off his meal made him suspect that he wasn’t the only one that had wanted to get naked sooner. Surprise! “You could have said something too,”he pointed out as he took his last bite and Scott scooped him up off the floor. “Your room or mine?” he asked, giving him a tender kiss before licking a little escaped sauce off his cheek. * “Maybe,” he said with his own shrug. And yes, that rule would always get broken because it was a stupid rule and he was going to pinch Scott whenever he could. Oh yes. Lots of pinching was going to happen now. “You’re really stuck with me now, so quit thinking that way. Let’s just enjoy what is going on now and what will come to us in the future.” Finally, Scott was starting to think like him. “Duh, of course we are,” he agreed with a huge smile on his face. “Umm, nope. Not really. Maybe just a little of the normal nervousness when you’re with someone for the first time. But that’s about it.” He knew that already. Scott had made that pretty clear. “I know you don’t. I’m sure we’ll still do other things.” It was them. They always found things to do. Now they just had other options of what they could be doing. “Yeaaaah, I could have, but you said you wanted to go slow and me saying I wanna get naked with you doesn’t exactly scream slow. So, yeah, I kept it to myself as well.” And now he was up and off the floor. “Hmm, mine and then we can break in yours.” He kissed him back and then said, “chop, chop, let’s go.” |