*Scott and Stiles were lying down looking at the night sky in Beacon Hills Preserve*
Scott: Stiles... you know, after everything we have been through these past four years
*Stiles propped himself up with his eyes wide as saucers*
Scott: I feel like we are brothers
Stiles: Huh?
Scott: You don't feel our connection as brethren?
*Stiles bit his lip angrily, laid back down, and crossed his arms*
Scott: You don't feel like that?
Stiles: No, Scott...
Scott: Oh...
*Scott awkwardly laid back down and pondered into the sky, rethinking everything. Stiles groaned and rolled on top of Scott, kissing him*
Stiles: Do brothers do that?
Scott: I don't know... sometimes, maybe
*Scott blushed and chuckled, and Stiles groaned, struggling to get the words out of his mouth*
Stiles: Do brothers do this?
*Stiles bit his lip, crawling down, and the sound of Scott's zipper going down filled the silence*
Scott: Oh shit! Oh fuck! I hope not! We aren't brothers! We aren't brothers!
Stiles: That's what I thought
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