Warmer

9 | Oops

CHAPTER NINE
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HOURS HAD PASSED FOR THE TWO BOYS STUCK IN THE STILINSKI HOUSEHOLD, Scott had left after assuring himself that his best friend wasn't in any danger. Nox had even dropped by to give Dominik some clothes that would actually fit him, much to Stiles' displeasure, having grown used to the drool worthy view of the almost naked boy.

Dominik had been introduced to Noah Stilinski when he had gotten home from work, Stiles having spun some lie about having met the boy at school, only to be quickly debugged by Noah who was assured that morning that his son was much too sick for school.

Dominik had laughed at such a remark, saying that Stiles had only missed the first couple of classes and was assigned to be his tutor to make up for it. Which had impressed the young Stilinski boy quite a bit.

The pair had retreated to Stiles' room, the buzzcut boy doing homework and quizzing the wolf on the answers.

"47." The wolf boy growled from his place lying on the bed, not appreciating the questioning of his intelligence by the boy at the desk. "I'm not stupid yknow, I did go to school once!"

"Yeah, but that was a long time ago."

"Not that long!"

"Some historical events have taken place since!"

"Then teach me history not math you dumbass!" The boy growled out, a playful smile on his face.

"Aren't you nervous?" Stiles asked, tilting his head whilst he looked to the boy. He was honestly kind of jealous of the confidence he extrudes.

"I mean... a little, but I have you and Nox, right?" His head tilts as he speaks, Stiles being unable to hide the smile at the innocence in the question, knowing a lot had changed since the boy had last been in school.

"Yeah, you do." Stiles git up, deciding to sit next to where the boy laid on his bed. He placed a hand in the boy's fluffy hair, he felt his heart flutter when the wolf boy rested his head up against his thigh, leaning into the touch. "What're you nervous about?"

"I guess... things have changed so much... I feel a little overwhelmed, and I'm kinda scared that people are gonna think I'm stupid or something." Dominik sighs, finding comfort in the fingers being brushed through his hair. He suddenly turns to look at the Stilinski kid, hair a bit too fluffed up now. "How do you deal with it?"

"Deal with what?" Stiles asked, looking down at the boy who was now laying on his back, head resting on the edge of the bed.

"This feeling. You feel it a lot, I can smell it on you." Dom looked to Stiles as he spoke, noticing the pink cheeks and the embarrassment on his face, the Stilinski boy felt a little exposed at the comment. "You handle it really well, though... if I was human I would never be able to tell."

After a few moments of silence, the boy with the buzzed head spoke, glancing down at the boy with the striking grey eyes. "I dunno... guess there's just worse things that have happened, so it kinda puts things in perspective when I worry about the little things... if that makes sense?"

Those grey orbs stared into Stiles' doe brown eyes, and he wasn't entirely sure the boy had heard him. Stiles couldn't help but glance down at the boy's lips, noticing how soft they looked, despite the small scars that he could see, as though the boy wasn't used to his canines being so big.

He looked away, blushing profusely as he coughed to cover his fluster. "It's getting late, we should get some sleep."

"Okay." Dominik didn't have an overt reaction, but his insides were buzzing, the wolf boy had gotten off the bed as Stiles changed into something more comfortable.

"What're you doing?" Stiles' voice reached the brunette as he picked up his pelt. He turned with the skin in his hands, to the boy in a star wars shirt and some blue boxers. He looked between the skin and Stiles. "You don't have to wear that... actually it's better that you don't. It was kinda hard to explain to my dad today why my bed legs have all snapped."

Dominik looked back to his pelt, taking off his shirt and pants, leaving himself in the black pair of boxers he had been given. He could feel those doe eyes on him as he stripped, only adding to the feeling of nervousness that had been growing inside him. He put the pelt on, walking back over to the bed.

"I won't switch, but I'm still going to wear it." His voice was quieter than its usual tone, looking down to the boy who was half lying under the cover already. The wolf didn't maintain eye contact for long, and Stiles didn't question it.

"Okay."

The wolf boy nodded, climbing over Stiles as he turned off the lamp. Stiles sighed as he turned to see the boy facing away from him, the white pelt almost like a wall blocking him off.

He turned back, facing away from the boy, and allowing unconsciousness to envelope him.

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Stiles Stilinski had the best sleep he had in a long time. His eyes fluttering open, feeling rested. Until he realised that the comfortable pillow was in fact not his pillow, and was instead the bare chest of the still sleeping King boy. Not only was he embarrassingly cuddle up to the other, but he had left quite a thick puddle of drool in his wake.

Stiles nearly cursed aloud when he saw it, scrambling to use his shirt to mop the puddle. He had put his hand in the front of the shirt, straddling the boy to get a good enough angle to reach, frantically wiping the drool.

"W-what're you doing?" Stiles froze, looking up to the boy who was now waking up, rubbing sleep out of his pretty eyes. Caught up in the beauty of the boy, Stiles had forgot his current position, hovering over the boy in a very suggestible way. Snapping out of his daze, he subconsciously went to sit down, and put some distance between their faces. "Stiles what's- fuck!"

Quickly the Stilinski boy jumped out of bed, face beet red as he glanced awkwardly at the boy, now sat up, in his bed. Dominik was also bright red, a hand over his mouth, pelt having fallen around his neck, exposing his fluffy hair.

Stiles turned away from the boy, awkwardly shuffling to the bathroom, an unexpected problem now forming in his pants.

He couldn't believe he had just done that, or that his aim was unintentionally perfect. He had just sat on the guy's dick.

The suprise of the size, even flaccid, between his ass cheeks was enough to have cause such an ungodly screech, that now looking back on the moment, was so unattractive. He couldn't help but cringe.

He looked down, his boxers tenting, and sighs, turning the shower to cold.