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Stiles wakes up to a wet mouth wrapping itself around his cock and he opens his eyes and see’s Scott smiling at him, eyes shine golden as he pulls Stiles deeper into his mouth.

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All joking aside, when you stop to think about it Scott and Stiles’ relationship is at least 50% voyeurism, vicarious sex and badly negotiated BDSM at this point.

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You’re more than a lover There could never be another To make me feel the way you do Oh we just get closer I fall in love all over Everytime I look at you And I don’t know where I’d be Without you here with me Life with you makes perfect sense You’re my best friend

My Best Friend - Tim Mcgraw

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read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/12bpcTx

by calrissian18

Stiles is asleep by the time Scott climbs through his window.

Written for mating_games Challenge 3: Kink Grab Bag.

Words: 1194, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Mating Games

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating:

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“Oh, my God. Stiles…” Scott dropped his head back into the pillow, taking in every little sensation.

The suction on his throbbing dick increased as Stiles’ dancing tongue traveled along the shaft, then back up to tease the leaking tip. Each time his lips left, cool air met glistening saliva that only made everything twice as sensitive before warm lips came sliding back down. 

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for tifferini.

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Scott and Stiles as a crime-fighting duo. Patching up wounds and making out!

CALL IT A DRAW | SCOTT X  STILES | KEDREEVA

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31 Day OTP Challenge

5. One of them is sick

Stiles wasn’t one to get sick often. But when he got sick he knew he was sick and so did everyone else. Nausea had him shooting out of the bed and closing himself in the bathroom faster than a wolf chasing him ever could. He let out a pained sound as his body shook and expelled everything inside.

He wanted to push away the hands that rubbed his back but he didn’t have the energy. Another bout of vomit had tears sliding from the cracks of his clenched eyes. ” ‘M sick.”

Scott gave a small chuckle. “I see that.” Stiles gagged but nothing came out which both were thankful for. Scott flushed the toilet and grabbed him a cup of water to rinse his mouth. He helped Stiles onto the bathroom counter and handed him his toothbrush. “I’ll buy you a new one later.”

Stiles brushed his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash and let the wolf carry him back to bed. Scott pulled the blankets up and Stiles kicked them off. “It’s hot.”

“Stiles it’s cold in here. You like the room cold, remember.”

“It’s the freaking desert in here.”

Scott shook his head and grabbed the small trash can. “Just in case.” He sat next to his dosing boyfriend and ran his fingers through his hair. “You have a fever.”

Stiles nodded. “I’m tired.”

“Go back to sleep.”

A few hours later Stiles shuffled into the living room with a throw blanket securely around his shoulders. Scott looked him over and saw his cheeks were still red from his fever and his eyes were a little puffy. He flopped onto the couch, curled into a ball, and watched tv with glazed over eyes.

“You hungry?” Stiles shrugged. “I’ll make you some toast.” By the time Scott came back with the two pieces of toast Stiles was sleep again. He gently nudged him awake and felt guilty when tired eyes looked back. “You have to eat.”

Stiles slowly sat up and took the offered plate. He nibbled his way through half a piece of toast before he sat the plate down and put his head in Scotts lap. “Head hurts.” Was mumbled against his stomach. Scott alternated between scratching gently and rubbing his fingers through short strands.

The pair spent a good chunk of their day on the couch. Scott got Stiles up a few times to drink and use the bathroom but other then that Stiles slept and Scott watched him. At around eleven Scott decided he might as well go to bed.

The next morning came with by far way less excitement. Stiles groaned as he rolled over and pressed as close to Scott as he could get. “Hey.” Scott said softly. “Feeling better.”

“Yeah. I ache a little and my head still hurts but I feel better then yesterday.” Scott kissed his head. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Any time.”

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A Heart Monitor AU where Stiles observes Scott’s heart rate on the stolen phone while Stiles tries to give him a handjob.

Sure, their desks were close together while they worked on their project, but someone was bound to notice Stiles leaning too close to the side, hand inside Scott’s pants. His long fingers worked their way through Scott’s boxers, slowing teasing. The boys behind them paid no attention, too engrossed in their work.

Stiles watched Scott squirm in his seat, the coach just a couple feet in front of him. Scott kept glancing back, expecting Stiles to take his hand away as their teacher walked closer and closer to their desk. A jacket wasn’t enough to cover up the quickening pace.

“McCall!” Coach called out.

No, Scott thought, jumping out of his seat and biting his lip as Stiles hand moved with him.

“Explain laissez-faire since Greenburg apparently can’t.”

Stiles didn’t let up. He leaned his head onto the desk, angling himself so he could see the heart monitor pick up. In one flick of his wrist he had Scott kneeling over, mouth hanging open. Scott’s body was tensing up as Stiles led his hand over his head.

“McCall?” Coach asked. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah, Coach,” Scott said, voice breaking. Stiles accidentally grunted as he suppressed a laugh.

“Tell me the answer, then.”

Stiles kept his arm low and out of Finstock’s view, but Scott was completely out and his whimpers were becoming more audible.

“Leave it alone,” Scott pleaded, sounding more and more like he was about to pass out.

“That’s right,” Finstock said, eying McCall suspiciously. “It’s French for leave it alone or let it be.”

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I imagine Stiles would insist on at least hanging out and waiting while Scott trains with Derek’s pack, but it would be super boring so he would bring his ds and then get so engrossed in pokemon that Scott has to come and collect him afterwards.

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so yeah.

Idek.

tell me what you think? (couldn’t find the right colors for his skin. fml.)

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pay no mind to the demons, they fill you with fear

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miracle mile  »a scottstiles mix

01. miracle mile-cold war kids ; 02. passenger seat-death cab for cutie ; 03. we used to wait-arcade fire ; 04. yellow light-of monsters & men ; 05. kids-lady danville (MGMT cover) ; 06. laura palmer-bastille ; 07. no one’s gonna love you-band of horses ; 08. strangers in a car-marc cohn ; 09. youth-foxes ; 10. always gold-radical force ; 11; weight of living pt I-bastille

[8tracks] [mediafire]

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“Should I kiss you?” Stiles laughs. 

He’s kidding, Scott can tell, and he rolls his eyes but then thinks it might actually be a good idea.

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