This was supposed to be fluff and now it’s porn, I’m not sure what happened. Inspired by the feel of Daunt’s latest piece which is appropriate since this is her birthday present. :)
Scott’s birthday arrives with a last burst of summer warmth and a temporary reprieve from supernatural shenanigans. Scott’s friends and packmates are celebrating all three with a pickup game of lacrosse and a picnic. At least, that was the plan.
“Come on,” Stiles grunts, pounding on the door like that will help.
“I could just…” Scott says, waving his claws by Stiles’s face.
“No. I learned how to pick locks for just this sort of situation, and it’s going to work, dammit.”
Scott waits a bit longer while Stiles wiggles his lock picks around. Finally he sighs, and just removes the knob.
“You’re no fun anymore.”
Scott grins at him.
They’re lugging pads and crosses back to the others when Scott catches sight of Stiles, happy and glowing and himself.
“Leave that, come here,” he says, dropping his things and dragging Stiles towards the bleachers.
They’re not really hidden at all. Their friends are just on the other end of the field, and they’re probably waiting on them, but Scott can’t resist pressing Stiles back against the thin metal bleachers and leaning in for a kiss.
Stiles’s mouth opens under his with a pleased sound. He gets over his surprise quickly, and pushes up into Scott’s space, reminding Scott again that Stiles is the tiniest bit taller than him. They rearrange, legs tangling together as Stiles gets himself more upright and gets his hands under Scott’s tank top. His mouth is moving too, kissing and nipping along his jawline to the hinge and then to under his ear.
“How quiet can you be while I blow you?” he asks, lips curving in a wicked smile.
Scott groans and his eyes flash red.
“Not off to a great start, Scotty,” Stiles teases, lips brushing Scott’s cheek, while one of his hands slips into Scott’s underwear and squeezes his ass.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Okay, but we have to be fast.”
Stiles kisses him hard, tongue slipping into his mouth and biting at his lips as he repositions them. Scott leans back against the bleachers gratefully as Stiles drops to his knees. He pulls Scott’s cock free and grins up at him, before taking it into his mouth. Scott lets his head fall back, focusing on the sunshine across his face and the heat of Stiles’s mouth on his dick.
“They do know we can see them, right?” Allison asks, voice warm with amusement.
Lydia rolls her eyes. “I’m sure they know. I’m equally sure they don’t care.”
Isaac pretends to gag, and Kira flicks him in the shoulder. Derek just sighs and keeps flipping the burgers on the grill.
HOW DID I MISS THIS?? Oh my god this is so cute! ;~; AND HOT. AND CUTE. alksjflkjkaa