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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[alotofadderall]

[ooc: 10, 5, and 8 are looking pretty interesting...]

This thread. OMG. Have I mentioned how awesome you are?

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam hushes him gently as he feels Stiles go rigid beneath him.] Shh. It's okay. Breathe. [He doesn't want to hurt him, can't hurt him. But he has to. Has to do this and hope that Dean has gone for enough backup to save them.

[The question startles Sam and he blinks, a faint smile crossing his face as he moves his fingers gently inside him. He kisses the corner of his mouth.] Yeah. Once or twice. I won't hurt you, okay? I promise.

[alotofadderall]

[[ooc: not presently ;) Thank you! Sam is so sweet; this thread is just the right balance of angsty and epic <3 you dear!]]

I trust you, Sam. [Stiles' eyes are completely honest, brightening a little at the smile and soft kiss. This isn't bad, not yet, and Stiles doesn't think it's going to be too painful physically. As for mental anguish, hell, he set a guy on fire. He could get over this...or one would hope.]

...Whatever happens, [Stiles started quietly, fingers flexing on Sam's arm, trying not to tense again as the man works his way inside of him. This is better and worse than he'd imagined - and yeah, Stiles had imagined something similar to this, just in general - though he could have done without the whole being-held-at-gunpoint bit.] ...I won't blame you.

[wolfy_sam]

((Well you are. <3 Stiles is so sweet, I hope he's ready for epic levels of Winchester Guilt. XD ))

Thank you. [The trust helps as much as the reassurance and some of the tension smooths out of Sam's features. It's going to be okay. Somehow. He'll make sure of it. It would be a lie to say he hadn't been interested, but this wasn't exactly what he had in mind, to say nothing of the age difference. One of the hunters slams a rifle butt into his shoulder and he drops painfully to one elbow. A harsh reminder to get on with it. Sam turns his head, letting his eyes shift and snarling at the man. If they want a show, he'll give them one.

[His arms shaking, Sam slicks himself up as best he can before he grips Stiles's thigh and eases it up. Slowly he presses in, choking on a groan and hating himself for it.]

[alotofadderall]

((Aww, don't worry Sammy <3))

[Sam loosens him somewhat, but Stiles doesn't know how it's supposed to feel when he's ready - and then the hunters are urging them again, Sam's head is pressing into him, and Stiles is trying not to freak out, he is, but it's not working.]

W-wait I...Sam - ! [Stiles bit down on his lip, biting back a noise as Sam pressed into him. Was this safe? Were they supposed to have a condom? God, he was a virgin; but not for much longer.

And then the most disturbing thought of all - Did werewolves knot?

Now Stiles is seriously freaking out, struggling not to let his muscles clench and oh God I'm a virgin I'm not ready for that.]

[wolfy_sam]

((It's Sam. Worrying is kind of his thing. ;) ))

[Ohgod. He can't do this. He can't. Stiles is just a kid for fuck's sake. This feels like assault and Sam gathers him close as he starts to freak, whispering broken apologies and reassurances into his hair. Asking him to relax into it in this sort of situation feels like asking the impossible.] Breathe. Stiles, look at me, okay? Just me.

[He can smell Dean and the pack getting closer, catch vague hints of his brother's voice on the wind, but they won't get there in time. Not before he has to go through with this.] I'm sorry. I'm so goddamn sorry.

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles swallows and releases a shaky breath, trembling, and presses his fingers into his hold on Sam tightly. Stiles looks up, making eye contact with Sam, doing his best to ignore the hunters. He nods, making a conscience effort to release his muscles as Sam slowly slid inside of him. In other circumstances, Sam's length and girth would have been a great thing, but right now it elicited a whimper from Stiles, try as he might to contain it.]

It's...it's not your f-fault. [Stiles replied thickly, thighs quivering.]

[wolfy_sam]

[In other circumstances (and a couple of years time) this wouldn't be so bad. To have Stiles in his arms and to sink into his warmth. But right now Sam's entire body is rigid with tension, trying to be as easy as he can on the young man. The eye contact helps him to focus, to shove back the anger and the upset at what he's being forced into.

[Stiles. He can focus on him, use him as an anchor. Sam catches him again in a kiss that tries to be reassuring as he presses fully into him, giving him a moment to adjust, to get used to the sensation.] It's gonna be okay.

[Sam moves in short, shallow thrusts, trying not to cause him any more discomfort than he already is. The hunters have made it abundantly clear that their patience is at an end.]

[alotofadderall]

[Sam is fully inside of him; he's hard, which really shouldn't surprise Stiles, because how else could Sam be inside of him? But it makes him shiver, leaning up into the kiss, lifting his weight a little to try and make it easier for Sam to thrust into him.

It's not a bad sensation - Sam is pretty well-lubricated, though if they'd had a little more available to them Stiles certainly wouldn't be complaining. If they'd been somewhere else - anywhere else - and they'd had time to prepare him a little more - disregarding the fact that this was illegal and his father would kill them - Stiles really wouldn't have minded...

But they weren't anywhere else - they were here, stuck in this nightmare and it was official, Stiles wasn't a virgin anymore. He'd said before he aspired to sex - uh hello, teenage boy - but he might have maybe secretly been saving it. Didn't matter now though.]

Ah...fuck... [Stiles hissed softly, back arching slightly as something rubbed uncomfortably - he prays nothing is ripping and he hopes this is worth it.]

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam makes a strained sound at that, whispering more apologies because he knows he's not exactly small and that he really didn't have the time or wherewithal to do this right, to prepare him and make it less uncomfortable. Because given he right time and the right circumstances, he can be a pretty attentive lover. But they didn't have the time and the circumstances were closer to life and death than anything remotely pleasurable.

[He slides an arm around his waist, helping him raise up, trying desperately to make this as easy as he could on him.

[Prayer was something Sam had given up on a long time ago. You couldn't be put through everything he had and still have faith in any sort of just, benevolent (or resident) God. But he closes his eyes all the same and prays for his brother to find them. He prays and he concentrates on what he's doing, keeping it as slow and easy as he can.]

[alotofadderall]

['Small' is the last word Stiles would ever use to describe Sam; he's impressive, and Stiles briefly wondered if he'd been enhanced at all by the bite or if that was natural. He didn't think the bite did anything to one's junk; Scott was the same, or so it appeared - Stiles could honestly say he didn't give Scott's dick that much thought. Scott was his best friend, and he wasn't Stiles' type.

It's not too bad once Sam sets a slow rhythm despite the perpetual sense of discomfort and the occasional stab of pain. Of course, as soon as Stiles relaxes a little more, resigning himself to this, the hunters are brandishing weapons, threatening to off them if they don't get more intense and make Sam orgasm, which they seem to think will end in the man shifting and killing Stiles.]

...Go ahead Sam. [Stiles mumbled, sucking in a deep breath and releasing it. This was going to hurt a lot more if he couldn't relax everything and just let Sam fuck him.] ...I can - I can take it. [It's a lie, though Stiles tries to sound at least a little

[wolfy_sam]

[The slow pace of things helps. It draws it out, gives help more time to arrive and it gives Stiles a chance to at least get used to how it feels. But Sam isn't made out of stone. He can't hold out indefinitely. His skin is slick with sweat, even in the chill of the warehouse as he braces himself on his palms and starts to move faster.

[Sam chokes on a groan, rocking into him a little faster, a little harder. His hand slides down to grip his hip, pulling Stiles in against him. Every thrust tears a broken sound from his chest.

[The Impala isn't far off now, Sam can hear the engine roar over the pounding blood in his ears and the short, desperate sounds he makes with every quick thrust. He's too far gone now. Can't stop, can't slow down. He can only hang on to Stiles and hope that they make it in time.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles is biting hard down on his lip, only stopping when he tastes a hint of copper. He blinks away a few drops of moisture impatiently, trying not to gasp at the more frequent stabs of pain Sam's quickening thrusting is causing.

The only noise around them Sam's sad noises and their labored breathing, and Stiles pulls their lips together. He doesn't blame Sam, not at all, and Stiles' eyes flutter closed, lips working slower in comparison to the thrusts.

But then, Sam is hitching him closer and his angle changes, leaving Stiles gasping, this time in a mixture of pain and pleasure.] Fucking - !

[Each thrust sends another wave of pleasure over him, overriding the pain, for the moment, and Stiles can feel the beginning of a hard-on as he clutches at Sam's back, chest heaving.]

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam's hurting him. He knows it and he hates himself for being the source of it. This was his first time, it wasn't supposed to fucking hurt. He makes a quietly surprised noise into the kiss, focusing on that, on the warmth of his mouth, trying to shut out the noise around them.

[The short, gasping sounds of pain from beneath him become startled noises of pleasure and he can feel Stiles starting to move beneath him. Pleasure instead of pain.

[It makes it a little easier and he grips him close, seeking out his lips again.]

[alotofadderall]

[If Stiles had to choose between a sweet first time and a painful one that even had a chance at saving Sam's life, he still wouldn't have changed anything.

Stiles' lips wrap around Sam's bottom lip, kissing at him fervidly. He's going to feel this like Hell later, but right now Stiles is just thankful somebody up in the sky had been listening and sent Sam a direct path to his prostate to spare him, at least a little.

The hunters were whispering, watching them and just waiting to kill Sam. Stiles is trying to think of a way to stall; because this is getting pretty rough and as much as Stiles wants it to stop, he knows Sam isn't going to hold off forever, and stopping is very Bad News.]

[wolfy_sam]

[There's only one way out of this and Sam knows it. He's going to give the hunters what they want. He's going to come, and he's going to shift. But instead of hurting Stiles, he's going to launch himself at the cluster of them watching. They're grouped close enough. He can surprise them long enough for Stiles to escape.

{Sam returns his kiss just as hungrily, but there's something quiet and sad in his expression as Stiles pulls back. He's going to do this for Stiles. Dean would be okay. The wolves would look after his brother for him. They'd look after Stiles.] You'll be okay.