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The words play through his head. Sure, he was joking, but it's starting to feel real. He's probably just overthinking it. He couldn't actually want to make out with Scott, right?
He watches the back of his friend's head. His own head is spinning. The way that his heart sank when Scott told him to shut up about it is still making him feel nauseated. Just to see how it feels. Just that, that's all. Maybe if he pesters more, Scott would end up giving him a peck. Stiles laughs a little too loudly, the teacher gives him a stern look, and Scott looks behind himself at Stiles. Sties looks down and shrugs. Scott doesn't push. He's used to Stiles behaving abnormally.
The bell rings, class is over. Stiles doesn't know what to do.
He follows Scott, not caring where they're going. Scott turns on a dime, and Stiles bumps into him.
"Why are you being so quiet?"
"Huh?" Stiles knows he isn't smooth. But that did sound far too shocked to be a normal reaction in his eyes.
"You haven't been yapping for like, hours, dude." Scott crosses his arms. Stiles crosses them back, since they seem to be getting stern or something.
"I have been yapping, in my head, where thoughts happen. Are you familiar?" Definitely not helping, wow.
"Whatever, don't talk about it." Stiles wants to talk, but he also doesn't want to talk in a different way.
"Uh, we could... make out about it?" That should cover it.
"That's what this is about. Look, I'm sure some dude will want to make out with you. You're not hopeless," Scott sighs as he rubs his temple.
"I don't want some guy to make out with me." He regrets speaking immediately. Scott's eyebrows raise and then furrow. He sucks in a breath, then grabs Stiles' shirt and pulls him into an empty room before Stiles can even process what's happening. By the time his brain stops buffering, and he's on the thought process 'holy shit, holy shit, holy shit', Scott is pushing him against the now closed door.
"Are you sure?" Scott asks, very close. Stiles can't form anything coherent in his mouth, a bunch of confused noises escape, and Stiles nods. Then nods a second time firmly. Scott thinks for a moment, looks at Stiles' mouth, and leans forward, and pulls away before their lips touch.
His hand moves up to Stiles' cheek, and starts moving his head to a different angle. Stiles' could whine, and that embarrasses him beyond belief.
"You've never kissed someone, have you?" Stiles shakes his head, and Scott grabs his jaw and pulls him back to where Scott had positioned him before. "Well, don't slobber on me." Stiles hadn't intended to, but now he's very worried he will. "Just follow my lead."
Scott sounds so annoyed at the fact that this is happening, it makes Stiles want to sink into nothing.
"We don't have to...," Stiles whispers. His body starting to grow shaky and weak with worry.
"We might as well," Scott chuckles, his hand moving to the other side of Stiles' head, pressed against the door. He bites his lip, then pushes forward some, going to pull back again, but Stiles shoots forward instead. He gets teeth, they pull away immediately.
"I said, let me lead." Scott rubs his teeth.
"You weren't leading!" Stiles moves his arms as much as possible in the tight space. Scott rolls his eyes, and suddenly they're kissing. It takes Stiles' body a moment to catch up to what is happening. His eyes stay wide open, and he starts trying to follow. He isn't sure if it's working right, but Scott is pressing in deeper, and the pressure makes Stiles' head spin something fierce. Scott pulls back just barely, his breath still on Stiles.
"Close your eyes, relax." Stiles finds himself obeying the command better than anything else he's ever been told to do in his life. And the lips are back on him; he can't help but moan softly into the kiss, his hands moving up to grab Scott's head, pulling him closer; he wants so much more; his mind can't think of anything but need.
Scott pulls back, Stiles whines, and he tries to meet Scott again, but Scott pulls back further.
"We probably shouldn't be doing this," Scott whispers under his breath. His fingers tracing Stiles' jaw.
"We should, we really, really should."
"You're just being horny right now."
"Yeah! But also, this feels good, and please don't stop." Stiles can hear how desperate it comes out; he feels ashamed of himself.
"No, Stiles. I really don't think we should. What about Allison?" Scott asks, prompting Stiles to feel his body shattering. Stiles keeps his eyes closed. What about Allison? What about him?
"Right."
"I'm sorry." Scott pulls back. leaving Stiles feeling cold and small. Maybe if he keeps his eyes closed, the world will stop spinning. He definitely doesn't want to open them and start crying; that would be mortifying.
"It's fine, it's okay." It isn't, not at all. He'll live, he hopes. It doesn't feel true. But he will keep going, he always has. "It was practice. That's all."
"Yeah! Just practice. Now you know how to kiss the next person." Scott is smiling, Stiles can tell without opening his eyes. So he does, if just to see that smile. The world will keep spinning, and Scott isn't going anywhere. So things will be fine.