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Scott asks Stiles for dating advice. Stiles has way too much fun with it.
Beacon Hills, McCall Residence
The evening sees Scott alone at home, as usual in the evenings. His mom left dinner in the oven and with her weird parental telepathy, she made enough for four. Which was just about right for him with Stiles. The smell of the enchilada casserole is mouth-watering. He texts Stiles and asks him to come over, promising him a bribe of delicious cheesy goodness and then sets out plates and dinnerware as well as a couple of glasses and some water and juice out on the table. He's more cheerful and relaxed than he's been in a while, and it shows in his faint smile and easy movements as he waits.
When Stiles arrives, he walks in the door, as usual, and pauses to do a double-take, glancing back at the door, then at the table, then at Scott. "Whoa, wait, what is it, someone's birthday?" He all but floats over to the table, wearing an expression of sheer disbelief. "Dude," he says, staring at the table settings. "You know I'm seeing someone...ones... right? I mean, I love that you're finally admitting your undying love for me, but this is seriously going all-out." He drops into a chair, grinning from ear to ear. "No, seriously, what's up? This is obvious bribery, and I'm thinking it's working. So, lay it on me."
Scott laughs at Stiles and shakes his head, his voice is dry as he replies, "Somehow I'll deal with my broken heart. And mom made the food." He pulls out a chair and sits down, cutting into the casserole and ladling out a big healthy portion for his best friend. He says, "Um, but it is kinda bribery. I need your help with something. You're more of an expert than I am. On a couple of things."
"Suh-wheeet," Stiles says, pulling the plate closer and picking up a fork. "Remind me to thank her later." He cuts into the casserole, taking a big piece onto his fork, and shoves it into his mouth. Letting out a loud, muffled moan of pleasure, he savors the bite, chews it up, and swallows it. Then, gesturing at Scott with his fork, he says, "Okay, I'm bribed. And my expertise is a well-established fact. So, like I said, lay it on me. I'm here to help."
Scott snorts around a mouthful of food as Stiles reacts to Mama McCall's cooking. Next to his grandmother, Melissa is the best cook he knows and when she goes all out, it's magic. And for some reason, she went all out this time. He takes a drink of water before answering and he says, "Um, so I need your advice. I need a movie. Like a great movie. A really good first date movie, but not, you know, a chick flick. It has to have action. Swordfighting would be awesome. It kinda has to be perfect." His voice is a little hesitant and the question is classic Scott, tackling a problem from the side and at the same time dropping a bombshell that he can pretend he isn't dropping.
Stiles is working on another bite already as Scott speaks, but his chewing slows, his eyes narrowing, as he peers at Scott. He swallows and says, "Wait a minute. Hooold on. You--" he points the fork at Scott again. "You met someone. Someone you're, like, seriously into... someone who's not into chick flicks..." His eyebrows pop right up, and he leans forward suddenly in the chair, elbows thumping against the table. "Holy freakin' crap. Dude, you're dating a dude." His jaw hangs open for a moment, but then he's cutting another bite of the casserole, shaking his head in amazement. "You really have joined team homo. Oh my god. That's--that's--dude! Have you told your mom yet?"
Blushing, Scott nearly spits out his drink at 'Team Homo'. He coughs a moment and wipes his eyes then rolls them at Stiles. "Um, maybe? I met somebody. Somebody I like. But I want ... I want it to be right. I want it to be magic, you know? With Allison, I kinda backed into things and she had to almost drag me at times. Rey ... Rey has to know I'm interested and willing to put in the work, like, upfront." He doesn't say why, but apparently, demonstrating that he's very willing to go after this mysterious 'Rey' and put in a major effort is important to him. "And, um, yeah, he's a guy. And a knight. And awesome. I can talk to him, Stiles. I mean, really, really talk to him. He's not one of my betas, he's not my best friend, who doesn't need or want to hear about some things in my life, he's not a were ...anything. But he's pretty much an alpha, you know? And no, I haven't told Mom, yet. I want to see how things go. This is new territory for me."
Stiles actually puts down the forkfull of food. He just can't stop grinning. Still leaning forward on his elbows, he shakes both his hands at Scott, laughing, "This is so cool!" He wipes a hand down his face, still beaming, and then just--well, frankly, he cackles a little bit. Leaning back in the chair, he just basks in the moment, then finally his face falls, turning serious, and he leans forward again. "Wait, wait--you said he's a knight? That's pretty wild. And I get it. You can talk sexytimes with him, and boy is it about time. I was afraid you'd actually revert to virginity in the post-Allison universe." Smirking a bit, he says, "Good job, dude. Seriously. I am proud of you."
That grin is infectious,even though Scott is still blushing. He shakes his head and says, "I guess I'm still the hot girl." He actually turns a bit more red when Stiles hits the nail on the head, so to speak and he opens his mouth to ask what Stiles knows, but then shuts it. He doesn't really want to know. Because they are brothers, regardless of parentage, and this is basically the same thing as showering together after a game. They might be nude, but they are rarely naked with one another. Sighing and laughing at the same time, Scott leans forward as well and rests his elbows on the table, toying with his fork as he says, "Um, yeah. A faerie knight. But not one of the dicks. He's from, um, Autumn. And he's ... chill. He gave me an oath. A couple of them, actually, that he's not going to do anything to hurt anybody here and he'll be chill. He'll even less us know if his oaths to his ... king? Queen? Whatever. If there's a conflict. And, um, I pretty much have. Reverted that is. I mean, I've never been with a guy. You know, a kiss here, a little something else there, but nothing, um, mutually naked. I mean, yeah, I've got the Internet, so, you know, I'm doing my homework. But there's so much I don't know." Reaching across the table to rest a hand on Stiles' shoulder he says, "And thanks. For helping. For not freaking out. For, you know, everything."
Stiles reaches back over to mirror the gesture, clapping his hand down on Scott's shoulder in turn, twice even. "Dude, come on. It's me! I'm always here for you, bro. And if it means saving you from social castration, then sweet! But it's not even a thing. You got it when my love life turned totally psycho. Not to mention everything else that's gone insane lately." He shrugs some, smirking, and says, "Anyway, if you need advice, I can help. I mean, I don't wanna be your sex coach or anything--" he cuts that off short with a visible shudder, making an "Eeesh" sound. "But, y'know. Other stuff, I'm your boy. And, as usual, I'm way smarter than you." There, he just breaks off into a snicker.
Laughing, Scott winces at 'social castration' and then rolls his eyes at that line about Stiles being smarter than him. It's true, but he's not going to admit it and swell his friend's ego. "Um, okay, first bit of advice: which movie should we watch? I mean, what I want to do is basically ask Ethan for his theater for a night. And have a private showing, just the two of us. That's a, um, romantic thing, right? It's not creepy? I mean, other than the ghosts and the fact it's being rebuilt and all. Wait, is this a bad idea? Am I being creepy? Man, this was so much easier with Allison. After the first couple of weeks, she basically made most of the decisions."
"Oh," Stiles says to the movie thing, holding up a hand in a way to illustrate just how simple a question it is. "The Princess Bride, obviously! That was even a serious question? C'mon. It's like the most epic love story ever, plus it has a sense of humor, plus it's got some of the best swordfights ever." He can't keep the downright wicked grin off his face as he continues, "And, wow. Maybe you've finally found your Wesley, Buttercup!" Once he's done with the evil snickering, he does manage to shake his head and say, more seriously, "Dude, it's seriously cute. I mean, good-cute, not Liam-cute. God love 'em, but that boy is more puppy than wolf." He reaches over to bop Scott lightly in the shoulder. "It's a good idea, dude. And I'm sure your knight in fairy armor will be happy to help you make decisions, but it's good that you're showing you're not totally s--uh, passive. Keeps things interesting."
Blinking, Scott says, "Holy crap! That's perfect!" He grins at Stiles again and then laughs at being called Buttercup. He chuckles at that thought about Liam and says, defending his beta, "He's young. He'll grow." And then as Stiles casually drops that last line, Scott's jaw drops with it and his eyes go wide. He really didn't think Stiles at that. But they've known each other most of their lives. He takes a drink of water and clears his throat. "So. Um, yeah. You ... totally knew this stuff before I did, didn't you?" All this time he's been dancing around the topic. A thought hits him and he asks, delicately, "Does Derek know?"
Stiles shakes his head and says, "Dude, duh. It's me. It's you. 'Course I knew." Then, smirking again, he says, "But don't worry, Buttercup. Your secret's safe with me." A pause, and he snickers again, "At least, unless Derek, like, tickles it out of me or something. Hey, there's nothing wrong with being the little spoon. It freaked me out at first, but I'm actually kinda into it now. Just wait until you start wearing embarrassing underwear to please your--" He stops, raises his eyebrows, shrugs, and then says, "Uh, anyway. Point is, solidarity or whatever, right? I won't tell the betas." Then, taking up his fork again, he says, "Now, all this squishy emotional talk is making my manly need for terse consumption of foodstuffs, like, really intense. So, you're set, we're good, and you are so telling me about this date after it's over." A beat, and he adds, "Just, y'know. Skip the naked parts. No good could come of that." And then, with a decisive grin, he cuts into the casserole once more.