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screamoftime-archive · 11 years ago

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Another attempt at drabbling Ship: Scphen ( alfaverdadero ) NSFW probably (I intend it to be this way, but sometimes they don't as the character work so, let's hope for it)

After Hilary's death, Stephen had had difficult times. Scott, sleeping either on Luca whenever Luca stayed away, or on the guess room, could hear his struggles during the night, the nightmares that kept hitting.

Hilary was his partner, and Stephen and her had had adifficult relationship, but in the end, the hit it off. They were friends, they laughed together, they understood each other. And Stephen felt that he could probably move on from Isaac, or that he should.

But with her death, he was back at point 0, and what's worse: he was desperate. John having lost his powers had left him a burden he didn't want to face. John was resting on his couch too, but he runaway during the night, he knew it, to do some stupid stuff because he was highly depressed.

Scott moved out of his room that night when the sound of his nightmares was translated into a loud whimpered and cries, pleas of forgiveness and fear. Scott sit on and woke Stephen up.

"Hey, hey, come on, wake up. There's nothing wrong, Stephen. Wake up, blanquito." Scott slapped his face softly, and Stephen stood up, shaking.

He was terrified and damaged and hurt and worried and stressed, and he couldn't even sass Scott back, it was an impulse, he moved to hug him. Like Isaac did with him whenever he had a nightmare. Like he used to do when he was a child waiting for dad to come back.

Scott was taken by surprise but he didn't back off. It was like having Stiles all over again, except that Stephen was bigger and heavier and slightly stronger. Not to mention they weren't that friends. "Come on, Stephen, you can't keep doing this to yourself."

"I'm ... not." He lied. "I'm not doing this to myself." He finally said, resting on his back once again.

"It seems to me you're overthinking."

"Haven't you had nightmares like this? Don't you have nightmares like this? I know what you did to save your mother, Scott." He reminded him.

Scott looked down. That was something they both shared. Not only their fathers left them when they were children and their mothers behind. Not only their mother's profession. Not even their position in their different lives. It was their sacrifices. Stephen had died twice to communicate with his father. Scott, on the other hand, did it to communicate and find his mother. They were so much alike. And yet, so different.

"Yeah, well, I don't let them last long. I focus on other stuff."

"It's been three days, Scott, I'm not letting it last long. I'm just ... not that fast on over coming death. More deaths on my account."

"Don't beat yourself up."

"It's easy to say for you."

"Do I have to remind you Jackson and all the sacrifices?"

"Were you friends with any sacrifice or with Jackson?"

"Good point." Scott stood up. "I'm going back to my room."

"... Would you stay?"

Scott wasn't expecting that question, and he was about to sass and make witty comment. But he knew Stephen needed him. And he had been kind to him. So with a deep long breath of resignation, e laid on his back too. "But no touch."

"Don't worry, you're not my type."

Stephen and Scott laid sleepless for a few minutes, then, Scott was the first to fall asleep, and his slumber didn't take long to spread on Stephen. By midnight, Stephen woke up again, feeling and added weight on his hip. As a result of having company, they both had moved on their sides, and the both of them had placed their arms protectively aroudn the other. Stephen wanted to move his hand from Scott's hips, but Scott's hand was dangerously placed on his ass.

And he wasn't minding it at all.

As Stephen was falling back asleep, Scott was the one to wake up now, his leg had hit something (Stephen's knee) and it hurt. He surprised himself but again, like the other, he didn't moved. He moved a little on, taking Stephen scent more as a habit than need.

"What are you doing?" Stephen asked then, he had felt it.

".... Nothing?"

Stephen looked at his eyes, just for a moment, he felt lonely. He did. And he needed something whatever that could distract him. And he didn't mind Scott's touch. Thereh ad to be a reason. There had to be a reason, and he was going to find out, as he leaned on to press his lips against Scott's.

Scott opened his eyes in response, and thought about backing up. But he could hear Stephen's heartbeat. He could feel the blood rusing on his lips. and he could feel his touch. And again, he didn't mind the touch. Scott kissed him back partying his lips, his tongue asking for permission. Permission that was gladly conceded as Stephen realized he was being kissed back.

It was something they both seem to need. Scott felt as lonely as he did. He was in a foreign town, away of everyone he loved, with someone he barely knew. His only concern right now was if Stephen was thinking about Isaac.

"I'm not."

"Don't read my mind."

"Don't listen to my heartbeat."

Scott rolled on top of Stephen, one hand cupping his neck, the other running through his bare chest. It wasn't until that moment that he realized Stephen was sleeping in his boxers. Stephen allowed him, it was easier for him to get rid of the shirt the other was wearing.

He could feel the heat raising inside of them both. Scott could smell it. It was a different touch, Stephen's hand felt as warm as any other that had touched him, but he was so soft in his touch and at the same time so possessive. It was contradictory, and it felt good. For Stephen, Scott's touch was innocent. He was younger than him, and he could tell Scott wasn't expecting it �� not that Stephen was expecting it to happen either way.

Stephen rolled over pinning Scott on his back and taking out his boxers. There was a noticeable erection, something that Stephen didn't hesitate on holding as they kissed. Scott didn't know what was going to happen, but the heat was bringing his werewolf out and he couldn't help but make a purr-like sound, a low growl warning of his desire. Nothing cute. It was instinctive. Basic. hot.

Stephen took out his with the help of Scott's eager's hands. Their bodies rested against each other, hips grinding, cocks burning in pleasure from the friction against each other's and their bodies. A brave finger from Scott's hands teased STephen's pucker, and he shivered. Stephen, not getting short moved his hands blow and teased with two.

Scott gasped.

Their bodies engaged in a basic fight, silenced only by the contact of their mouths: all growl, all moan, all whimper, was sent into the other's mouth and died inside the other. Just as their fingers rested an inch into each other's entrance and their thick warm lengths trembled against each other's touch.

Something burnt up inside of Scott, a broken kiss and a loud moan that Stephen's free hand shut, his claw coming out involuntarily as a shot of warm and thick liquid hit Stephen's belly. The claw scratched Stephen's entrance, and even if it hurt a little, it just enhanced the feeling. Their hips rocked against each other, and the same warmth was felt by Scott as Stephen came.

Stephen rolled off of him and breathed, so did Scott. "Hope it didn't hurt."

"At least you didn't bite." He chuckled moving his hand for a box of cleenex that he used to clean each other. "Thank you."

"For this? I mean is this gay sex?"

"For staying. And ... yes. Kinda. there's more. Why, you want to repeat?"

"I want to sleep."

"You're on my side."

"You're not getting a repetition if you don't let me here."

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