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"McCall, get out there and show them how to run the field!"
The assistant coach springs into practice as soon as the shout leaves Coach's lips. He runs straight for the lagging team and gives them a short pep-talk before dividing the players in half towards each goal. He jogs backwards to join those closest to him. The group look for instruction from Scott. He makes a signal with his hand that they all seem to understand. Coach doesn't blow the whistle again, so Scott's choice must've been a good one.
An hour passes before practice ends for the day, but there's still a fifteen minute wait until Scott's done, too. He has a brief talk with Coach and puts the cones and everything into a net bag, and only after all that, does he finally head into the locker room. With the team making their way into the parking lot by now, Scott's alone. He gets a sip of water, takes in the silence for a moment — then, he's pushed up against the wall, pinned by a knee between his legs. He has one second to process before his assailant kisses him. Both hands grasped tightly within his. Strength in the body that holds him; a hard chest that his fist meets.
Scott drops his hand. Grabs at their shirt instead with a desperate grip. Kisses back, lazily — lacrosse stealing all his energy.
The other boy pauses. Drops Scott's hands and pulls away. Breathing heavy.
"You scared me," Scott finally says, catching his breath.
"Sorry."
"I liked it, though."
Because he did. If he wasn't so tired, he would've kissed back sooner. Would've fought back, just for the game in it.
"But Coach kicked our asses so hard… Mine included."
"I know. I was watching."
"Oh, great. So you had a front row seat to him on one of his worst days this season."
"Yeah. Saw him work you extra hard. Running 'til I could hear your heart beating all the way from the parking lot. Sweating so much it bleeds into your scent."
Scott grimaces. He pushes himself off the wall with his foot. "I should probably shower first, before we go any further. There's one right over here. You can actually come in if you—"
Interrupted, by his back hitting the wall again. Theo cages him in with his body, one hand teasing the bottom of his shirt. "Don't bother. You're just gonna have to shower again after."
"Yeah, but for your sake—"
"Don't."
"What?"
"For my sake, don't. I like you better this way." He presses a quick kiss to his jawline. "Scent's practically saturating this locker room; soap covers you up too much." He tugs at his shirt, and when the older boy nods, Theo pulls it over his head, tosses it to the ground. His eyes rake over Scott's chest — his pecs and his abs, the tan left over from summer and the droplets of sweat dripping down his skin. He groans at the sight alone and surprises Scott with a kiss just below his collarbone. Salt meets his tongue and he licks at him for more, drawing out a sultry moan.
"Baby," the alpha says, still wanting to take a shower so his boyfriend can have a clean canvas to work with. "Let me—" He pants at Theo's tongue still tracing along his skin, "—clean up for you."
"Let me fuck you just the way you are," Theo counters.
Scott narrows his eyes, but if that's what he wants, he won't take it away. "Oh— ohhkay."
His cock feels hard and sore in his shorts. Kissing a boy is taboo enough — fucking one dirty would have his grandparents rolling in their graves.
Theo doesn't stop. Doesn't slow down. He slips a hand into Scott's pants and teases the hair there, but doesn't reach any further.
"Theo—" He whines, breathlessly.
"Wait."
His eyes widen at the dominance of his demand. Mouth falls open in surprise. Scott's supposed to the the dominant one here, he's the alpha. Theo's the omega he picked up like a stray pup and adopted, he shouldn't be giving any orders.
But before Scott can react or respond, Theo grabs his hands again and holds them above his head. He moves his other hand from his pants to his navel, circling the sensitive skin with his finger. Scott loses his ability to speak, let alone control. He breathes deeply with his mouth open, as if that'll give him the strength to turn the tables. Then, Theo renders him completely submissive as his tongue licks into his outstretched pit, nose burying into the surrounding skin.
Scott's legs buckle and Theo's knee returns to its place back between his legs. His clothed cock rests against his leg, providing the slightest stimulation, but Scott's not worried about that right now. He releases the wettest moan from his parted lips and his face goes red with embarrasment. Theo smiles into his skin. He chuckles, and his breath hits the deepest part of his pit with a surprisingly pleasant tickle. The younger boy gives another long lick, his face and tongue drenched in sweat and scent, and Scott, at first, doesn't know how to feel about it, but after a third lap, he realizes he likes it.
"Theo," he can't help but moan again, eyes rolling back in his head. "Fuck."
Theo drops his hand back down from his navel to his hair. He pets for a moment, then drops it further — finally — to wrap around his cock. Scott loses balance again, but Theo's quick to reposition his hands to keep him upright. He pulls his mouth off him just long enough to make sure he's stable, but doesn't meet Scott's eyes.
"I'm good," Scott assures. His head ducks down again. Scott, almost not even beliving the words coming out of his own mouth, stutters to stop him. "Lick the other one."
He sees a dark glint in his boyfriend's eyes as he moves his head to Scott's right instead. Scott braces himself as Theo adjusts his body, his hands, to shift position. He drops Scott's hands and uses his left to jerk his cock. Theo's free hand grips onto his waist, and Scott holds his own arms up above his head now that he's gotten the memo.
This time, Theo doesn't ease into it like he had the first when he was merely testing the waters. He starts above Scott's ribcage and licks the salty skin up into his pit in a way that makes Scott's head spin, mind numb, as he loses himself in pleasure.
"Theo!"
His cock feels rock hard in the other boy's hand, and only then does Theo finally pull him out of his shorts. He dances his tongue around his pit, tongue darting in and out, and laps sloppily into him, in a frenzied, sex-high type of way that makes Scott dizzy with need. In a split second before Scott can even process it, he pulls away and abandons his cock to spit into his hand. He lathers his warm and wet saliva onto Scott's cock to jerk him off faster, and licks back into him like nothing happened.
"Fuck," Scott moans again, pressing all his weight against the wall in a desperate attempt to not lose balance in his numbing legs. He wants to dig his hands into Theo's hair, pull just enough to hang on, but then he'd risk reducing Theo's access to his body, and it feels too damn good to let him stop now.
He throws his arm over his own head instead. Lets the other drop down to Theo's chest, slips it beneath his shirt. He trails his fingers between his pecs, feels the sweat Theo's worked up from jerking him off. Scott wonders how it tastes; he's never been with another man like this, not before Theo. Sure, he's jerked off alongside other guys in the past, but he was inexperienced, and so was the other, and neither of them had even close to the amount of sexual confidence that Theo possesses as an openly gay guy. Without him, Scott wouldn't know half the things he could explore and enjoy with another man. He never would've guessed this was an option, nor did he ever think he'd be so into it as he is now.
Scott finds himself licking his bottom lip at the thought of teasing his tongue down the front of his boyfriend's toned body. He has a fascination with watching the sweat drip down his skin when they work out together; it's always turned him on. He likes to suck his nipples and jerk his cock, or fuck him in the backseat of the truck with his head buried in Theo's neck. He likes to be dominant, but he also likes to let Theo take control more often than not because he always has something unexpected up his sleeve.
A growing warmth in his lower abdomen pulls Scott out of his fantasy and back into reality. He's close, and it's overwhelming. Theo's nose is still deep in his pit. His hand's still gripping his cock, but his other hand's moved from his waist to his ass, squeezing the bare skin now that his pants have fallen down around his ankles.
"Fuck," he mutters again, repeating over and over one of the only two words his brain remembers when Theo's fucking him.
Scott tries to rock his hips in the other boy's hand, but his legs are too weak to do much good. He falls back into the wall and Theo dominantly holds him there with a knee. Scott tugs at the bottom of his boyfriend's shirt to pull it off, prefering to cum on his toned abs than his favorite fabric. Theo pauses to help, ridding it quickly, but not quick enough that Scott doesn't regret it; the absence of his body working against his own feels like an edge. He whines at the loss of contact at the same time Theo dives back in, jerking faster and licking longer — back to the left pit again, leaving the right feeling oddly warm and cool at the same time.
"Theo," he chokes out — the second word in his head.
His boyfriend moans into the hollow space of his arm at the sound of his name. Scott feels tears brimming in his eyes as the pleasure overwhelms him. He takes Theo's nipple between his fingers and pulls, rubs, pinches — anything — to spur him on. A thin string of spit slips from Theo's open mouth and runs down the side of his body. Scott's cock feels fuller, heavier, and a tear slips down his cheek.
"Please," he whimpers. Desperate.
Theo groans at the feeling of his pecs teased. He squeezes his ass, slips his hand between his balls, cupping and pulling at them. Scott struggles to stand on his own, pleasure seeping into every corner of his being. Another tear slides down his cheek; another whimper forces itself past his lips.
"Theo— I'm— Fuck—"
A jolt goes down his spine and he finally releases. Hot cum paints Theo's abs, and Scott nearly collapses. He's powerless against a needy moan that follows his release, fills the locker room, before Theo can slap his palm over his mouth. Theo jerks him through his orgasm until his legs are shaking. He abandons his cock to hold his waist with both hands; he breathes deeply until Scott's heart rate slows to match his. A minute passes — two — until Scott can stand on his own. He leans forward to rest his head on Theo's shoulder, then pulls himself back up with more strength.
"You okay?"
He nods. "Yeah."
Theo kisses his cheek where a tear stained his face. He doesn't kiss his lips until Scott grabs his jaw and plants one on him, hungry, no matter where his mouth had been.
"You're—" He takes another deep breath, his own sweat on his tongue making him dizzy again. "—so good. You— Fuck."
"Are you sure you can stand?"
"Yeah." His phone buzzes. When he leans over to grab it, he stumbles, and Theo catches him again. Opts to hold him instead of letting him move on his own. "One sec." His eyes widen.
"Who is it?"
"Stiles."
Theo's jaw tenses. "You should shower."
"He can't smell you on me."
His boyfriend takes one look at him: his messy hair, blown out pupils, heaving chest, tear-stained cheeks, kiss-swollen lips. Repeats, "you should shower."
"Come in with me."
Theo, who can feel cum dripping down his chest without even looking, lets Scott guide him into the showers behind the row of lockers. Scott kicks off his shoes and finds a good temperature. As soon as Theo is bare, he pulls him under the stream alongside him.
"Probably should find a colder temp," he warns.
Scott ignores him, grabs his hard cock and starts to jerk him off.
"Scott—"
"I can be quick. You're too hard for cold water to do any good."
"I'll be fine. You're too shaky still anyway."
Scott responds by getting down on his knees. He sits in the center, where the community shower's spray never hits, and coaxes Theo forward with a needy look he can't ignore. The water hits Theo's back, pools at his feet, but Scott eases his cock into his mouth flawlessly. He grips Theo's hips, fingers on the edges of his ass, and starts on the head. Sucks, and tastes the precum pooling on his tongue. Swallows, then spits on his length and wets him enough to take him further.
"Scott."
Scott notes his urgent tone and pulls away. Guilt and a bit of embarassment swirl uncomfortably in his stomach, lift a pinkness into his cheeks.
"If Stiles catches us, we're fucked."
"He won't catch us. He's only downtown. Still has a ten mile drive."
Theo swallows. "Him walking in with my dick in your mouth is not the best way to announce our relationship."
Scott raises an eyebrow. "Anyone could've walked in on you fucking me in the middle of the locker room. Would that have been a better announcement?" When Theo doesn't respond, he grins, knowing he's won. "So shush and let me suck you off before he does get here, okay? Because we both know a cold shower would be useless against you right now. And would you prefer to be bulging out of your pants at the meet in… one hour? Do you really think you can satisy yourself enough to bring it down in that time?"
Theo lets out a deep, faux-irritated breath through his nose. "Alright, just shut up and fuck me, then, you—"
He pauses, and Scott knows he's thrumming up some semi-rude nickname to give him in response to losing the argument. Before he can think of anything, Scott licks a stripe along the length of his cock. He reaches under to tease his balls and stroke the skin beneath them. Theo's pause turns into a heavy moan, and he shoves his fist into his mouth to silence himself. Scott only chuckles.
"—asshole," he finally finishes.
Scott ignores him, save for the smile still curling the edge of his lips. Theo surrenders to the pleasure of his boyfriend's warm mouth wrapping around his cock. He buries his hands in Scott's hair to keep himself stable and stands still as the alpha takes back control.
"There you go," Scott says, jerking him off for just a moment. He takes him back in his mouth, breathing through his nose until his leaking head hits the back of his throat. Sucks him sloppily and puts a finger on Theo's hole. The boy lets out a breathy sigh. Scott can almost taste his arousal. He hums around his cock, prompting his release, but not wanting to pull away. The vibration stirs up Theo's stomach, pushes him over the edge. He moans through clenched teeth.
Finally, he releases. Thick cum paints the back of his throat and dribbles down, and Scott pulls off so as to not choke on it. He swallows, while Theo releases more on his chest. The steam of the shower makes it drip down quickly, landing on the tile floor and swirling into the drain.
"You look pretty on your knees," Theo comments, always having to say the final word. A subtle dominance over his alpha intended as a challenge.
Scott looks up at him but doesn't respond to it. He'll get him back later when he pins him down in the backseat of his own truck and stains the cloth seats with his potent scent. Instead, he pulls himself back up to his feet, Theo helping with hands on his hips. He kisses him instantly, slipping a tongue inside Theo's mouth so the younger boy can taste his own cum. Theo moans. Lets Scott explore wherever he wants until he pulls away.
"Fuck, Scott," he whispers, coming down from the last of his high.
"You were quiet today," Scott returns. It receives a light slap.
Theo then grabs the nearest bottle of soap and squeezes out a handful. He lathers Scott's body in it to wash away the multitude of scents clinging to him before the pack meet — school, practice, arousal, himself. The suds disappear down the drain and replace his claim with the scent of fresh-smelling soap. When Theo pulls his hands away, Scott copies the action, feeling heavily disappointed at the scent of himself coming clean off the chimera's skin. After a moment, he shuts off the water and they dry themselves off. They work extra hard to dry Theo's hair, in a desperate attempt to avoid the conflict of them both being wet when they see the pack later.
"Good enough, I think," Scott mutters, tussling his boyfriend's hair one more time for fun. Theo chuckles and shakes his head. He freezes at the sound of footsteps in the distance. Two pairs, actually, sending alarms off in his head. One scent is definitely Stiles. The other… Scott's eyes widen with realization. He rolls his pointer finger in a circle for them both to hurry up with their clothes. As soon as Scott's pulling on his shirt, the door opens.
Stiles walks in, a wide smile on his face. A taller man comes up behind him. He puts two fingers up in a wave.
"Scotty, hi!" His best friend greets, rushing forward to hug him.
"Hey!" He returns the hug with a smile of his own. Both step back, and Scott nods to the man. "Hey, Derek."
"Hi."
Theo blinks. He's never actually met Derek, only heard a lot about him. He offers a slightly-awkward smile to the new face.
"Hi, Theo," Stiles says dryly.
"Hi."
"Scott, what is he—"
"He's taking me home," he says quickly. "And to the meet. My bike's in the shop."
"And no one else can drive you? Liam? Mason? Malia?"
"Well, I needed a ride to practice and Malia hadn't gotten off the plane yet. Liam, as we all know, doesn't drive."
"Mason?"
"Is driving Liam and Corey, and that's way too much energy for me to handle right now."
"Fine." He turns to Derek. "This is Theo. He's… The one I mentioned."
"Ah. Hi, Theo." He squints. "You… On better terms now, I assume?" Derek looks back and forth between him and Scott. Stiles' eyes narrow.
"Yeah," Scott answers. "We're all good now. We were friends as kids, had a bump in the road, but we're good again."
Derek nods. "Alright." A smile tugs at his lips and Scott glares at him — a subtle warning.
The man turns his nod into an exuberant shake of the head. "Alright," he repeats. "Cool. Going to the meet now? Who's house again?"
"Geyers'. Uh, Liam's," Scott answers quickly. "His mom bakes."
"Awesome. Let's get going then. Nice to meet you, Theo. See you in five minutes."
"Uh. You too."
They turn to head back to the parking lot. Scott and Theo follow behind, both fully aware that Derek is fully aware.
Well… This'll be an interesting night.