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Stiles Stilinski was glad to have few days before the start of his senior year at Beacon High School. For the whole summer he was on the Caribbean’s working for a NGO. He helped building schools in Haïti and played with the kids. He was really happy with himself. It was a huge occasion to discover a new country and to meet wonderful people. He was a bit heartbroken to leave, but he was also glad to be back in California.
Right now, he was driving to the Martin’s resort. A huge southern style complex with a golf, a spa and pools. In less than 48 hours, he had been summoned by Lydia Martin. He was supposed to work there but he was contacted by the NGO in May and had to leave quickly.
Actually he was not really surprised to find an invitation card from his friend when he arrived. Surely, Lydia Martin must had bribed the Sheriff to find out when Stiles was back home.
He found his friend in the Parisian style café, always looking amazing. Stiles used to have a crush on her in middle school. But while she was dating Jackson “Jackass” Whitmore, they developed a strong friendship and helped Stiles figured he was more attracted by boys than girls.
They hugged for a whole minute, at least, before Lydia set him free and asked as many questions possible about his humanitarian experience.
She particularly asked if he met a “special someone” while he was on the island and was deeply disappointed when he said no.
“That’s not that surprising,” she said while pouring more tea in her cup, “after all, you have a crush on Scott McCall.”
Stiles felt a bit embarrassed by that but could not really deny it. He had indeed a crush on the guy since freshman year, but never found out the courage to do something about it. After all he was basically the only openly bisexual guy at school, except for Danny, but he doesn’t count. So he didn’t really want to gross out one of the most popular jock of the school. Scott McCall was what you could called the most perfect person. He was nice with everybody, always trying to help people, always positive and optimistic. He was also the co-captain of the Lacrosse team and the most skilled wrestler.
Stiles, on the other hand, was what you could call a nerd. Well, he was not the typical movie’s nerd. He had excellent grades, except in P.E., but he was really wall appreciated by his peers. Certainly thanks to his friendship with Lydia, the Queen Bee, and by extension with Jackson Whitemore and Danny.
Still, Stiles preferred being discreet about his love-life. He’d start to live it fully at college. Still, Scott McCall was his weakness. It was a torture last semester to tutor him calculus and history. Being so close to so much perfection…
“So, I heard from Jackson he is quitting Lacrosse this year to fulfil a career in wrestling. And surprisingly the Coach was not that mad about it. As you say so well, you can’t be mad at the boy. Still he trained with the boys at the gym and gave some pointers to the new recruits. They are all looking forward to have some of his advices.”
Stiles hummed at that. It was a great loss for the Wolves of Beacon Hills.
“By the way, he looked like a puppy when he discovered you were not working here this summer.”
“Don’t look to much into it,” Stiles said, “the guy is the nicest person walking on this earth.”
“Maybe you’re right, because it is SO improbable he has a crush on you too.”
“Please, be realistic… You’re smarter than that Lyds.” He said. “I tutored him last year. We are cordial, good acquaintances, that’s it.”
She looked at him seriously for a moment, before grinning. She was preparing something bad, he knew it.
“Do you mind getting me a milkshake, please?” she asked sweetly.
He was doomed, but he just had to obey or the girl would find a way to make it worse.
“Sure”
He got up then went to the ice cream bar, because yes, the Martin had such a big country club that they have a room where you can only eat ice cream.
When he went to the counter, he understood perfectly well why Lydia asked for a milkshake. It was to meet with the ice cream vendor, the guy of his dreams: Scott McCall.
When Scott saw him, he smiled brightly at him.
“Hey man!” he walked out from the counter to hug him. “I’m so glad to see you.”
He wrapped him in his beefy arms and gave him a hug. Stiles blushed as he felt Scott’s body on his own. Stiles’ mind froze. The guy he fancied was strongly hugging him, something that Stiles only imagined in his dreams. Well, it was different from what he thought it would be. It felt softer, certainly because that was a bigger Scott McCall hugging him.
Stiles took a good look at him. Scott was getting fat. Well, bigger as he must have put as much muscle. Stiles could tell he was lifting more, seeing as his arms and chest were colossal. He had such mammoth forearms holding him. The uniform he was wearing showed it pretty well to Stiles. His thighs were like tree trunks in his white pant. His chest was broad and his pecs were pretty big. The best part that he was looking much fleshier. Damn, he needed to focus.
“Hello," he said, a little bit nervous.
"What's up Stiles?" Nobody could make him feel like that just by saying his name that but him.
"Nothing much,” He said, smiling at him. “Just enjoying the last few days of summer. Lydia invited me to come here... well it was more like a command. You know how she can be. You can’t say no to Lydia Martin, because otherwise she could just make your life a living hell because she is just like that, right?”
"Yeah, definitely." He looked at Stiles seriously. His heart must have skipped a beat. "It’s a shame you were not working here this summer, man. I’m pretty sure you would have been excellent in whatever Lydia would have picked for you.”
"Yes, uh, thanks a lot." He was so hot when he was serious. He got that furrowed brow that made him look slightly angry. Almost as much as when he is smiling. Actually, Stiles had never seen him so serious. Maybe during a lacrosse game. But still it was so hot.
“I, uh, I heard you were quitting lacrosse?”
Scott face brighten at that. “Yeah, I’m focusing on wrestling this season. Also I’ll start working part time with doctor Deaton.”
“Well, that’s nice, you want to be a vet?” Stiles asked.
“We will see. But lacrosse was not really my sport.” Stiles asked himself if he was kidding. “Just did it to be with some friends, but it was taking to much time for my studies.”
“
Scott nodded at that. “I understand.”
“So how was your internship this summer then? Lydia told me you were in Haiti. That must have been really great!”
“Yes it was. A lot of work but some good memories too. And what about you? Working at the ice cream parlour.” Stiles asked.
“It is a blast ahah. Customers are nice and I can eat some of them. Well you can see it,” he said, hand absent-mindedly on his tummy. “and I know I need to be careful or Coach will have to put me in the heavy category, but I started a bulking cycle recently for wrestling. I’ve been eating whatever I want since quitting lacrosse and I think I've already put on ten pounds." Ten pounds, right. More like thirty.
"You—you aren't fat though," Stiles said, aroused.
"Are you kidding? Look at me,” he said as he pointed to his slightly protruding paunch. “I eat way too much ice cream Stiles. Well I lift a lot with the guys but it’s like I can’t control my appetite. Plus we mostly eat like garbage here, ahah.” He lifted his shirt and showed me that he had a nice belly. He was kind of hairy, and Stiles liked it. He just wanted to feel his stomach in his hands. I wondered what it’d feel like. "See that?" he asked, gut still out. He grabbed a handful of it with his large hand, while Stiles imagined his hands grabbing his ass.
“How—uh, how much do you weigh?" He asked.
"Well I’m almost at 190. That was the goal I set with coach actually,” he said with pride. “But I need to be careful or I'm going to be huge if I don't start slowing down with all this eating." Stiles swallowed, hard. Scott McCall went from an healthy fit 165 at the end of the wrestling season to a beastly 190 three months later. That was more than Stiles could handle. He knew his preferences. He was aware of the fact he liked “big boned” men. So now his high school crush was clearly almost overweight, with new muscles and a belly. He looked even more manlier than ever. Stiles had to forbid his mind to think about how Scott would look now in his singlet. Damn, too late...
“By the way, did you want to order something?”
“Well what do you recommend?”
They spent most of the afternoon chatting and eating ice creams. Scott made him discover some of his creations and even ate some. When Stiles couldn’t finish the last one, Scott ate it after finishing his own,
They were interrupted by Lydia, when she rang the counter bell.
“Well, I though you’ve forgotten me Stiles.” She said smiling. “Hey Scott.”
“Hey Lydia, how are you? Sorry I’ve kept Stiles away from you, we were catching up.” Scott said brightly.
“No problem dear,” she said sweetly to the big man, then smiling devilishly at Stiles. “Did you ask Stiles if he could come tonight for the employees talent show, Scott?”
“Oh man, you have to come,” Scott said excitedly. “It will be so great, I’ll I trod he you to the others, and you will see my number.”
“He is dancing, Stiles” Lydia added. Stiles was cursing her at the moment, playing all innocent, Scott was to obvious to see that.
Stiles composed himself and looked at Scott. “Well I sold then. Wanna see the great Scott McCall dancing and all, ah ah!”
“Great,” Scott looked at the clock, “Well I have to check the storage room, I’ll catch you later Stiles.” Before Stiles could answer he was again in the arms of Scott McCall. He didn’t miss the satisfaction on Lydia Martin’s face.
“I hate you Lydia,” he said when Scott left, as she patted his shoulder.
“Of course, you do.”