Stiles is used to waking up with a start, often from a bad dream, feeling anxious. So when he opens his eyes the next morning he can't explain right away why he feels this happy, this overwhelmingly good. Then he hears Scott breathing next to him and bliss floats over him like a warm wave. So it really isn't a dream, right? You don't wake up to a dream. Or do you?

He pulls his hands out from under the covers to count his fingers. Ten. He breathes out and turns to Scott, who is facing him, still fast asleep. He looks younger when he's sleeping, Stiles notices. More like he looked three years ago, before it all started, before the burden of being an Alpha was put on his shoulders. And Stiles is somehow glad that he can be even closer to Scott now. That he will be able to take more of the pressure from him, help him relax and calm down in new ways.

It's wonderful to share a bed with Scott again and it feels better than it ever has before. He hasn't slept well in years but right now he feels so calm and relaxed. They fell asleep like this late last night after a long session of making out and Stiles has to bite his lips when he thinks about it. He really wants to do it again. Right now, to be honest. He's always horny in the mornings and quite used to taking care of it on his own. But now that Scott is right next to him and he's allowed to touch …

He moves closer to him, already breathing harder. Scott makes a little sound in his sleep and moves into him. Stiles' heartbeat speeds up and he moves a hand through Scott's unruly hair. Scott smiles in his sleep and Stiles wants to kiss him so bad it almost hurts. But Scott still doesn't wake up and Stiles thinks that he probably needs his sleep. He doesn't want to take advantage of him in any way. And of course it's not just about sex. They've spent the entire evening in bed last night and as amazing as it was, it also frightens Stiles a little. What if this doesn't work out? It hurts to even think about it, but they're still so young. Scott has been in love before and this is still new to them both. They have a strong foundation to fall back on of course, but if they make this only about sex it's bound to fail.

Stiles places a kiss on Scott's temple and reluctantly sits up. He feels Scott's hand around his wrist. "Where're you goin'?" he asks sleepily.

"Just getting breakfast started", Stiles says. "I'll call you when it's ready, okay?"

Scott nods, turns around and hugs his pillow to go back to sleep. Stiles gets up and takes a moment to appreciate the way Scott is sprawled out on the bed. Stiles knows that he's naked under the thin cover and what he sees of his tanned skin and his muscles is enough to make him want to get back into bed and just climb on top of him. He swallows hard as he turns away. Temptation is a lot worse now that he knows he's allowed to touch Scott, to kiss him, make him come. That last thought has him rushing off to the bathroom to take a much needed shower.

The water is running down his back in streams as he leans against the tiles with one hand and grips his dick with the other. Just the thought of last night, of touching Scott, running his hands down his body, hearing him moan into his kiss is enough to make him come after less than ten strokes, makes his body shudder with the force of it. And it confuses him, frightens him a little bit, even. He's known for ages that he's in love with Scott but he wasn't aware that it was this physical, this much about sex and desire. Maybe he's been a virgin for too long. When he finally had sex it was good but not this overpowering, this all-encompassing. All he wants right now it get back under the covers with Scott and give him the blow-job of his life and this isn't him! This is not what he expected their relationship to be like. It was supposed to be caring and deep. Turning into a sex-maniac hasn't been on his boyfriend-to-do list as far as he remembers.

And what about Scott? This is his first relationship with a man and he's used to sweet and rather innocent girls like Allison and Kira. Okay, he didn't seem to mind them rolling around in the sheets all of last night but still! Stiles is not going to put him off like this.

So he does what a good boyfriend would do and gets his ass down into the kitchen to make coffee. Scott also brought eggs and toast and Stiles is amazed by his being so thoughtful. He debates getting some flowers from the garden and stands in the open door for a few moments but then he decides he also doesn't want to shock Scott by being too romantic all of a sudden. Maybe Scott doesn't want their relationship to change that much. And Stiles still wants to be his best friend forever, because he'll always need Scott in his life, no matter what. Even if they stop having sex again. Although he prays to any werewolf god there may be that they won't stop ever again.

Not that they actually really started, now that he thinks about it. He pauses, the box of orange juice in one hand, a glass in the other. It depends on how you define sex of course but they haven't slept together. Didn't even get around to blow-jobs. Of course two year ago Stiles would have been over the moon to finally get to this stage. Hell, to get kissed would have been a huge improvement of his situation back then. But the fact remains, they technically haven't had sex.

Still, just the thought of Scott wrapping his hand around him, kissing him deeply while bringing him off, is enough to make his knees weak. He also thinks that it's probably good to take things a little slow. He doesn't think it's possible that Scott might still find out he doesn't want this, because he seemed into it. Really, really into it. Stiles is pretty sure that at one point he was close to begging him to go down on him. And afterwards they were so close. It felt as if nothing could get between them ever again when Scott pulled him into his arms.

Stiles looks down and sees that he ingeniously poured Orange Juice all over the counter top. He curses and cleans it up and manages to set the table just in time to Scott coming down the stairs. He gets the coffee can and almost drops it when he turns around.

Scott is standing in the doorway, carelessly drying his hair with a towel, another towel slung low around his hips. Stiles eyes linger on the tattoo around his biceps, the muscles of his belly and the way his skin is dark against the white of the cotton and not for the first time he asks himself how he could get this lucky. He's still mostly skin and bones and there's just no way Scott can enjoy being with Stiles as much as he enjoys being with him.

"Show-off" he says, placing the coffeepot on the table. "No need to flaunt your abs like that anymore, now you've finally managed to get me into bed."

Scott grins. "What if I want to do it again?"

"Not before breakfast." Stiles sits down and grabs a piece of toast.

"We could have showered together", Scott says, sitting down opposite of him.

"Bet you'd have loved that."

"I would have", Scott says with a hint of uncertainty. "Having breakfast together is cool too, of course. Thanks for setting the table."

Stiles looks up from his toast at Scott who's eyes are glued to the spoonful of scrambled egg he's holding in one hand, because he's trying not to spill any of it on Lydias's table cloth and in that moment it becomes so achingly clear to Stiles how much he loves him. It runs through him like a fissure that will always hurt a little, make him vulnerable. It's his weak point but it also defines him in so many ways. Makes him who he is. He has to make this work, because losing Scott would destroy him.

And why hasn't he thought about this before letting their friendship turn into something that could so much more easily be broken?

But there was no other way. They both want this, need this. He could never have pushed Scott away. It would have torn him apart.

Then make it work, he tells himself. It's your responsibility, Stiles. Because you know very well neither you nor Scott have been exactly brilliant at romantic relationships up to now.

"We could go for a run after breakfast", he says.

Scott raises an eyebrow. "Since when do you go for runs? With werewolves at that?"

Stiles shrugs. "You could just run circles around me."

"We don't have to do that", Scott says. "Let's take one of the boats. I want to be out on the lake. Alone with you."

Scott's idea was brilliant, Stiles thinks when he's outstretched on the bottom of the boat, gazing up at the clear blue sky. Scott is next to him, their legs are touching, he can hear the small waves against the boat and above them there's only blue.

He thinks that it might be a good idea just never to row back to the shore, stay out here like this forever, where nothing evil will be able to find them, unless Nessie decides to make an appearance. Everything is so peaceful that he can hardly believe anything bad ever happened to them. What if it was all just a bad dream and they're just two boys, almost ready to start College? Then again he believes that everything that happened to them also brought them closer together, made their bond that much stronger. And he's thankful for that. Scott's thoughts must have gone in the same direction, because all of a sudden he moves his hand closer to Stiles and intertwines their fingers. Stiles closes his eyes and tells himself that whatever the future brings, he never wants to forget this moment.

Later on they go swimming, jumping into the fresh cool water from the boat, diving and pulling each other under water. Stiles can see that Scott is happy. The sunlight reflects in his eyes, he laughs like he hasn't laughed in ages, loud and carefree. Stiles wants to press himself against Scott's body, wants to lick the drops of water from his face, hold him close until they're both pulled underwater and kiss him there, but he reminds himself of what this really means to him. They're more than lovers. He needs to remember that.

It's late in the afternoon and Stiles is half asleep on a blanket in the shade of an old oak tree near the water. Scott volunteered to get sandwiches from the house. Stiles feels comfortably drowsy and quite content with himself. It hasn't been easy but he managed to more or less keep his hands off Scott, act as if he's not suddenly turned from cynical best friend to horny slut who wants nothing more than to get down on his knees in front of Scott or roll around in the sheets with him. He doesn't know how long he has to keep this up though, because he's sure he won't survive another night without kissing Scott. He just wants to do it so much. And he's sure he won't be able to hold back if they kiss. Just thinking about doing it with Scott makes him hard.

He tries to concentrate on his aching shoulders instead. He got a little sunburned like always when he's out in the sun for this long. And he can trust himself to forget using sunscreen every single time. He just never learns. The pain is quite helpful right now, though, because Scott is coming back from the house, backpack in hand. His dark hair is falling into his eyes, his wet shorts are clinging to his body and he looks awesome.

He sits down next to Stiles and hands him a roast beef sandwich. Stiles sits up and they eat in silence. Stiles' contemplates if it's still a comfortable silence and gets a little anxious when he finds that he's not sure. For once he also can't think of anything to say that doesn't sound either cheesy or strange and he panics a little, because this can't be good.

"You're a little red here", Scott says and puts his hand carefully on Stiles' upper back. "Does it hurt?"

Stiles involuntarily leans into Scott's feather light touch. "No. I'm used to it."

"I should have reminded you to use sunscreen."

"Not your job to babysit me."

"No, but I want to take care of you." Scott sounds so affectionate it sends small shivers down Stiles' spine. "I brought after sun lotion", he adds. "Want me to put it on you?"

"Okay", Stiles says, sounding a little hoarse.

"Lay down."

Stiles does and then he feels Scott's hands on him, carefully spreading the lotion over his back, his shoulders. It feels heavenly, cool and soothing and he immediately knows that Scott is also taking his pain.

"You weren't supposed to do that, Scott."

"I want to."

Stiles closes his eyes because it feels too good to protest anymore and he promises he'll make it up to Scott somehow. Scott's hands are at his neck now, massaging his skin very lightly.

"Listen Stiles", he says. "If you don' want us to make out again, we don't have to. I don't ever want you to feel pressured, okay?"

Stiles opens is eyes and turns his head to face Scott. "Pressured?" he asks, completely stunned by the fact that Scott got things so utterly mixed up. "What on earth gave you that idea?"

Scott shrugs, looking a little lost. "Well, you were avoiding most of my advances today and compared to yesterday you seemed a little distanced. And I just wanted you to know that I'm okay with whatever you want us to be. I just can't lose you." Scott's voice sounds a little strained and Stiles realizes that he's actually confused and unsure. "I just wanted to make sure we're okay and you're not – you know – having second thoughts."

"Wow dude, you got that so utterly wrong." Stiles turns to his side to be able to face Scott directly. "I've been wanting to touch you so bad all day. Not only touch you, I actually want to screw you senseless."

He sees Scott swallow hard. "Then why don't you?" One of his hands still lingers on Stiles' skin and he can feel Scott's claws protruding which makes him shiver with anticipation.

"I wasn't sure you were alright with us being so – well – physical all of a sudden."

Scott frowns. "What are you talking about? The whole point of me telling you how I feel was being able to get physical with you if that's what you want to call it."

"Point taken" Stiles says. "It's just that I'm used to Malia, you know. I thought you might want to take things slower."

Scott grins. "Allison and I spent most of our time together in the sheets you know. Or making out in her car."

"Too much information", Stiles says.

"You were the one bringing it up!"

Stiles takes a deep breath. "I'm also afraid this might not work out. So we have to have something more than sex to fall back on."

Scott nods, his hand caressing Stiles' neck. "We'll always have more. But can we please also have sex from now on? Because I really want to go down on you so badly."

Stiles swallows hard. "You do?"

Scott doesn't answer but he takes Stiles by the shoulders and rolls him on his back and then he's on top of him, pressing down on him and the weight of his warm body feels perfect. His hands find Stiles' and he intertwines their fingers and then he kisses him and Stiles feels all of his worries slip away in that moment. The wheel in his head stops turning for once and all he does is feel and all he wants is Scott even closer to him. He wishes they could just melt into each other and become one and it almost feels as f it's possible.

Scott breaks their kiss and buries his head between Stiles' neck and shoulder, kissing and licking his sensitive skin. He moves down Stiles body, leaving kisses and Stiles knows what's going to happen when Scott's lips burn on his thighs, rendering him desperate and impatient, making him writhe on the blanket when he can hardly take it anymore.

He hates losing control, hates having to wait but this is so gloriously hot and sweet that he lets go of all of his fears and insecurities for once and gives himself over to Scott. And when Scott finally gives him what he needs and wraps his lips around him, he feels as if he's flying. He comes with Scott's name on his lips.

Afterwards when he's still recovering and Scott has put his arms around him to hold him close he thinks that this makes up for everything he's been through in the last two years. If he can have this and keep this it was worth all the fighting and despair.

"We'll make it work", Scott whispers. "I promise."

Stiles smiles. "I'll hold you to that."

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