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There were complications in Brian and Justin’s relationship, for a start Justin had only just celebrated his 18th birthday and Brian was in his late 20’s, not that either of them cared about that, but you know people have opinions.
Secondly Brian didn’t do boyfriends, he did do sex, lots and lots of sex with lots and lots of men (and one near-boy) again this wasn’t a problem for them, they had an agreement, they weren’t exclusive but they never slept with anyone else more than once and they always came home to each other at the end of the night, not everyone’s idea of a good relationship but it worked for them.
As interesting as these complications made things, they paled in comparison to the small fact that Brian was a were-cat. Not that this effected him all that much, he did get a extra bit ‘prowly’ on the nights of the full moon, as in, he didn’t so much as look for tricks as he did ‘hunt’ them and for three nights every six months or so he transformed into an actual large black panther. Once again this proved to be a manageable obstacle to the non-relationship of Brian and Justin.
Justin was not complaining, he loved Brian, he couldn’t tell him that, Brian did not want to know about it, but he did anyway. In fact he had to bit his lip to not say it right now, right now as Justin is pressed hard up against the shower wall as Brian fills him, thrusting long and hard into him, his breath hot and heavy against his ear as he whispers filthy nonsense to him, he thrust so hard Justin is on his toes his fingers scrambling across the slick tiles just trying to find some purchase. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Brian I can’t fuck please.” His pleads cut off suddenly as the boy shoots his load over the shower wall and his own chest in a silent scream.
In a town some miles away another human boy was considering his life choices. Stiles was feeling very lonely lately, his best friend, Scott, was lost in a doomed relationship with a lovely girl named Alison, don’t get him wrong, Stiles loved Alison, she was awesome, it’s just that her and her family were all hunters, werewolf hunters. This was problematic as Scott was in fact a werewolf. Not contusive to long time happiness, but they persisted, Stiles suffered in relative silence, at times offering a shoulder to his inconsolable friend when the couple were “off” and other times waiting in the wings and providing plausible alibi for the two lovebirds so they could spend long pointless hours looking lovingly into each other eyes, or worse, when he actually saw his friend alone during the “on” listening to him wax lyrical over the many charms of one Allison Argent.
Of course Stiles had his dad and other friends, both weres and human, maybe not ones that he could actually just hang out with, but he was a part of a group of sorts, the pack. He even had a crush on one of the girls, Lydia; well he did have a crush, an epic crush that had started back when the two met in prep. Of course it was a one-sided, soul destroying crush, but Stiles had clung onto it regardless.
To be honest, Stiles crush on Lydia had become more of ember rather than the raging fire it had once been. Once upon a time, his late night “private time” imaginings had always featured Lydia (if she had known this, he would have been so dead) but they now star one mostly growly and smoking hot, Alpha wolf by the name of Derek. Derek with the abs of steel and the eyebrows of death who had a nasty habit of slamming Stiles head into steering wheels and his back into walls, who climbed into his room at night through a open window (a scene that features heavily fantasies) to drag him out of bed, or away from his homework to research some new and weird happenings that are common place in Beckon Hills.
“What are you staring at?” A gruff voice started Stiles out of his musings.
“Oh, sorry, just thinking.” Stiles answered Derek as he dragged his eyes away from the hansom profile of the man behind the wheel.
“You’re going to make me sorry that I brought you along on this trip aren’t you.” A statement really, not really needing a response but of course Stiles always talked, especially when he was nervous, and being this close to the incredibly sexy werewolf with nothing but the road and the car to distract him, made him very nervous indeed.
“Awww you know me soooo well.” Did Derek just smile at that, just a little bit, wow! “Look man thanks again for letting me tag along to your big wolfy mystery trip.” The boy wouldn’t admit it out loud, though he suspected Derek knew, but Stiles was desperate not to spend the weekend alone. His dad was off on a weekend conference with the Sheriff department, Scott and Alison was currently “on”. So when Derek mentioned that he was driving to Pittsburgh on werewolf business Stiles had begged to tag along.
Derek grunted in reply, taking a quick sideways look at his young passenger, he worried about the boy sometimes. He was a strange kid, noisy and jittery but he was also one of the bravest in the pack. Derek was fond of him, too fond he thought sometimes. He couldn’t deny his attraction to the boy, but Stiles was only 17 and he couldn’t take advantage of him, wouldn’t force him into a relationship that would be far too intense for a teen to handle.
It wasn't easy though, Derek knew the boy wanted him, he could smell the boys arousal whenever he got too close, see the way he looked at him when he thought Derek wasn’t paying attention, he felt bad ignoring it but he was afraid that if he showed the boy that the attraction was mutual that the flood gates would open and he would lose control over the situation and he would take the boy claim him as his mate despite his better judgement. Feeling his own arousal building at the thought of taking the boy, it suddenly it occurred to Derek that they would be spending 48 hours together, mostly alone away from the prying eyes of the pack and the young man’s father. Yes this was not a good idea.