Art by Rouvere
Teen Wolf Season 1 AU: Scott and Stiles didn’t meet until high school, Scott the asthmatic outcast and Stiles the popular jock. What would it be like if Stiles didn’t grow up with the boy who taught him how to be kind and Scott never had anyone to teach him to be brave?
Content Warning: Explicit Smut, First Time
When Stiles told McCall that they’d be studying, the biggest worry he had was that McCall would bring books. Forty-five minutes after their supposed meeting time, two large root beers and a nervous tick that looked too much like a snarl later, Stiles was willing to concede that he had bigger problems to deal with. He’d gotten dressed for this. He’d buffed his Jeep (or gotten it buffed, same thing). He’d found the one diner that served little umbrellas in their milkshakes. It was the stupid sort of thing he thought McCall would appreciate, and maybe, Stiles could appreciate it, too.
Self-righteous anger was more difficult to maintain before the age of cellphones. Stiles had stared at a stubbornly blank screen for so long, he hadn’t noticed the ice in his drink melt.
There was always the chance that McCall had gotten lost or ran into an emergency, or something else equally - reasonable. Except McCall was the reasonable sort of boy who’d have sent word. Stiles decided to not be.
Which was how he had gotten McCall bundled into the front seat of his Jeep, floppy haired and vaguely confused, and he regretted having so much sugar in his system when he could have had something sweeter. With dry disinterest and more nonchalance than he really felt, Stiles pointed out, “If you showed up earlier, you’d already know.”