“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” Scott x Stiles, Teen Wolf
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you–”
“Scott, you’re the alpha of a pack of teenage werewolves, you can’t just disappear where no one can find you!!”
Scott shrugged sheepishly, running a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I just– I dunno. I just didn’t want to tell anyone until I had something to show for it.”
Stiles deflated a little. “Are you– I mean. Do you like it? Are you good at it?”
Scott brightened. “Yeah!! Oh my gosh, it’s so fucking awesome, Stiles. I get to help people, like they come in and they’re hurting, and I get to learn to take that away, to make it more manageable for them. It’s like I get to heal them, it’s so amazing.” He ducked his head but it didn’t dim the thousand-watt grin Stiles hadn’t seen in a stupidly long time.
“That’s.. that’s awesome dude. I just. We were worried.”
“I know, Kira told me too, a little. I just needed something for myself, something to feel like I could control when everything hits the fan.”
Stiles nodded; if anyone knew what that was like, it was him. He hung his head, scuffing one foot against the asphalt, nudging his deck back and forth. “I’m glad you have something like that.”
Scott cocked his head and stepped closer, his face shadowed and the sun behind him, outlining him against the sky. “Do you.. I mean.. I could show you?”
Stiles grinned and looked up, shading his eyes against the afternoon light. “Free massage? Seriously?? Dude, do you even have to ask?” He didn’t know if he’d survive this without either a) dying of enjoyment or b) popping the hugest boner, but Scotty’d be fine with it. They were cool like that. Bros. Totally bros.