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The full moon rises. One of the strongest ones out of the many this year. A time of regret for some werewolves.

But for Scott? Scott felt more cuddly, if anything.

He rubs his cheek against Isaac's shoulder, who looks down at him and he gives Scott and everyone who is watching a weird, and unsure look. He shrugs.

"Did the big alpha turn into a puppy...Or bump his head?" He commented. Scott just smiles.

"No. Its a greeting and goodbye." Isaac and the pack is giving him a questioning stare now. "It just felt right, ok?" He admits, almost deflating on the spot. It was a weird werewolf instinct (or he thinks it is) he felt and went along with it. He was not thinking. Should he? He timidly looked around. "Right?"

"Okay buddy." Stiles long arms securely wrap around his wide shoulders and he turns him away from the group. "Lets just get you home before you do something else." But it was harmless!

"What's wrong with me?" Scott was confused. The full moon only made him want more. He felt more touch starved. It was just an affectionate wave toward someone, he kept telling himself. He was not losing control.

Stiles sighed and told him to jump into the jeep. That sigh can mean many things.

Stiles drives Scott to his home. He is silent the whole ride there, which makes him nervous as he parks it. And Stiles is walking alongside him to his house. No words, only tight lipped. It was unusual for Stiles. Stiles was never so still as he was right now. The guy always moved.

Stiles was to keep a close eye on Scott tonight which he considered absurd. Scott had plenty of control. Derek and Stiles talked about him earlier as if he was not there when they joked about his endeavors on his first night. If he did end up going rogue, or doing anything like stalking on peoples roofs again under that full moon. It was one time, he told Stiles and Derek earlier that day. Stiles had laughed and told him he was just kidding. Derek had nodded, trying to fight a smile. They should have been more concerned about the betas--which had not been a problem for some reason. This full moon was full of surprises. Regardless, sneaking out was not going to be the case tonight. Today felt more like a chill day to have an excuse to hang out together. And Stiles and Scott leaped on that opportunity.

"What's wrong with you?" Scott cuts right to it. He asks him this as he slips out off his jacket and sits with Stiles on the bed. Stiles looks at him, confused on where he was going with this.

"What do you mean?" He quirked a brow.

"You did not say anything on the ride... Is something bothering you?"

Stiles grins a little and shakes his head. His hands fumbled in his lap. He was not telling him something and Scott was hoping to find out.

"I'm just thinking."

"You can do that?" An elbow flies at Scotts side. He moans and hunches over at the sudden movement. Stiles laughs.

"This brain is what makes the plans around here." Scott chuckles, his heart lifting and growing lighter in fond agreement, he knows. He relaxes his shoulders more and he looks at Stiles. Stiles is staring at him strangely as if he was searching his eyes for something valuable. He wiggles under that gaze. He did not want to sound nosy but the silence was gnawing at his curiosity. And knowing full well Stiles would answer if he asks, he does.

Eventually.

"...What were you thinking?"

Stiles hesitates for a second. He bites his bottom lip. "I don't know."

"Stiles."

He put his hands up in surrender. Before turning away and then back at him again as if he was about to explode, but refuses to do so. Scott wants to chuckle, but he refrains. Not so sure if what he was about to say would be serious. It was far from it. "Okay, you got me. I was wondering why you snuggled up to everyone in the pack---except me."

He innocently tilted his head. Was that what he was worried about?

Scott was silent, his eyes widening. Did he not greet Stiles today in that weird snuggle thing? (He already knew the answer.) The day was all a blur. The pack thought it as weird to snuggle up to them, what would be Stiles reaction?

"Would you?"

What. Scott looks at him, shyly. Was he actually...

"Do you want me to?" Stiles nods, his eyes unwavering from his as he unconsciously rubs his hands on his knees. That was a yes.

Scott gulps. Was it a bad time to say he had a crush on his best friend? He was nervous to give him a greeting, if anything. It was generally not done. He fought the urge to do it when he was near him all day. It was from the butterflies in his chest that was growing that stopped him from being near his friend like that. It was not fair. Did it look like he was avoiding Stiles all day? He can ignore any violent tendencies because he did not want to hurt anybody. But love emotions was like its own hook. He could not avoid or push it down, because he would only just lift higher in the air. Especially when under the full moon when he abnormally feels like he is already bouncing with werewolf adrenaline. He liked Stiles. More than he should. And he was scared of exposing himself. How was he going to do this?

He breathed through his nostrils and nodded. He can do this. He will make it up to his best friend. Just, snuggling.

Stiles goes still, watching him intently as Scott leans into him, summoning his wolf to come up a little for a greeting, and sure enough he was gently rubbing his face from Stiles shoulder, to underneath his chin. And Stiles is letting him press up against him. Rub his face on him. It should be weird, but...It feels natural.

A hand he did not know was gripping Stiles, landed on his shoulders, loosening the muscles in Stiles shoulders. He does not realize it right away. Stiles breathes and shifts acutely, but tries to sit still, tilting his chin up slightly more to him.

Then Scott stills, going rigid in place when he hears another shuttering breathe from Stiles, and a whine.

He did not notice it at first, but at some point he had went from innocent snuggling to licking with his tongue, tracing hot trails and lapping small strides up his neck and onto his mouth. He blinks. Did he...He can feel Stiles shiver. He pulls away. His shoulders tensing as he was unsure of where to put his hands, or which social standing he was with Stiles. Why did he do that? He promised snuggling--not--whatever this was. His cheeks flare with a great warmth as he fully pulls away to look at Stiles. He is blinking at him, stunned, his lips gaping as his eyebrows rose.

"S-sorry!" Scott apologizes rather rapidly. "My wolf just got carried away! I did not know it was going to do...That."

Stiles presses his lips together. He put a hand on Scotts tight shoulders, trying to calm the werewolf. Stiles did not want to admit it...He kind of, liked it. He blushes at the thought, but he takes his mind off it to focus on his friend.

While Scott on the other end is not so sure if he broke his trust, or weirded him out tremendously. Which was the normal reaction from a best friend doing just that. He definitely had not tried that with Isaac, or any of the others who just received slight cuddling and hugs that day. He full on licked his best friend, or his wolf did.

A whine and humiliated groan rose up in his throat, not so sure which one came first. Guilt hits hard.

Stiles watches with contemplating eyes. He rubs his hands into his shoulders trying to bring Scott out of his thoughts. And once he is, and staring more at Stiles with a certain nervousness in his brown eyes, he smiled and responds.

"Its okay. I am okay with it."

He whines under his breathe. "You sure?"

"I got a greeting, didn't I?"

Scott frowned. "But I licked you." It sounded worse out loud, didn't it?

"And that you did." Scott was still uneasy, and more confused than before. Stiles sighs and pulls his best friend into a hug. He melts in it and he closes his eyes, breathing in Stiles. He did not know what came over him.

"Just the full moon. You're just still getting used to this werewolf stuff."

He nods. "But that is no excuse--"

He can drift asleep in his arms.

"Nothing about it. It was an accident." An accident that made both their hearts leap for a moment there. He embarrassed himself in front of him. "In fact, I don't mind it... Wolves can only smell anxiety, right?" He says the last in curiosity (and fear for what he could smell.)

And that's when Scott smells the strong scent around him.

His eyes glowed red momentarily before he shuts them again. It was definitely more than a friendly scent...It was coming off of Stiles in waves. Like it was, arousal. It was all he could smell. How did he miss it? He nods slowly against him, almost drunkenly as he did so.

"Scotty?"

"Yeah..." He choked, pressing more into Stiles. "Of course..." He kind of forgot the question. And as if he suddenly got bold, he could not help it. One thing for sure... He pressed a light, butterfly kiss on the side of his exposed neck. Stiles shivers under him.

"What was that?" Stiles chuckles, but he noticed his voice went slightly up an octave as he asks.

Scott only softly smiles and prods his nose against his throat and hums.

"A werewolf thing." That made him realize he may like him more than he initially did.

Stiles actually felt the same way about him. His heart flutters at his discovery.

Now he just had to tell him...