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It was a complete accident, or so Scott tried to convince himself, that his feet had led him near the Hale house on that particular Friday afternoon. Okay, maybe, just maybe, he’d veered off his usual route with a little bit of intention, a subconscious pull that he couldn’t quite explain. Really, all that had been swirling in his mind lately was how different the house might look now that Derek had finally finished those seemingly endless renovations. And standing here, at the foot of the driveway, he had to admit that it was even more impressive than he had imagined.
As Scott stood on the winding gravel drive, he craned his neck to take in the sheer scale of the two-story mansion. It was nestled deep within a dense forest, the trees forming a protective, almost secretive barrier around it. The imposing structure made him feel incredibly small like an insignificant ant staring up at a towering fortress. He took a tentative step forward, the crunch of gravel under his worn sneakers the only sound breaking the afternoon quiet. He glanced back at his motorbike, parked a little haphazardly down the narrow, tree-lined road, the familiar sight offering a fleeting sense of comfort before he turned his attention back to the house. The sun was still relatively high in the sky, casting long, dramatic shadows that danced across the mansion’s facade, highlighting its sharp angles and newly installed windows. The woods surrounding the property buzzed with the hum of insects, the chirping of unseen birds, and the rustling of leaves, a symphony of natural sounds that both soothed and unsettled him. He felt a strange mix of trepidation and excitement as he continued to walk closer, drawn in by an unseen force, a silent promise of something that he couldn’t quite name.
Scott, having practically raced to the outskirts of Beacon Hills as soon as his shift at the vet ended, felt a bit foolish for giving in to the urge to come here. He knew Derek was probably busy, deep into whatever project he was working on at the house, but Scott just couldn’t seem to help himself. Besides, he wasn’t planning on bothering Derek at all; his plan was simple: take a quick peek at the renovated house, satisfy his curiosity, and then leave.
Moving around to the side of the house, Scott’s shoes crunched softly on the fallen leaves, the sound a subtle counterpoint to the quiet of the surrounding woods. He took in every detail of the exterior, the freshly stained wood and the newly installed windows making the house look both modern and grounded. Dressed in a comfortable gray tee and a brown plaid shirt, Scott felt a pleasant warmth against the cool breeze that rustled through the trees. He was genuinely amazed by the sheer structure of the place, its imposing presence somehow both intimidating and inviting. As he continued his quiet trek, he caught a fleeting glimpse of himself reflected in one of the new windows, a slightly awkward figure in the grand setting. He continued onward, making his way towards the back of the house, a sense of anticipation building with each step.
So far, Scott had managed to see the formal living room from the front, a massive, expansive space that suggested both comfort and sophistication. Along the side, he had caught a glimpse of a large dining room, clearly meant for lavish gatherings. Now, he was getting a good look at the kitchen through the large windows, its size and upscale appliances adding to the overall feeling of luxury. Quietly, Scott gazed at the back of Derek’s home, taking in the smooth lines and the careful craftsmanship, before heading further down to the left, unsure of what room he would encounter next, but drawn in by the growing curiosity.
As he came closer, he noticed that the windows here were uncovered, without any blinds or drapes, giving him a clear view inside. He could make out a nightstand and the corner of a bed, the scene suggesting intimacy and privacy. Ambling closer to the window, Scott casually looked inside, immediately recognizing the room as the master bedroom, the layout and overall feeling of the space making it obvious.
Then, his gaze shifted at a slight angle, and his brain registered something that sent a shockwave through him. He made a loud, involuntary choking sound, his eyes widening in disbelief before he quickly ducked down, pressing himself against the side of the house, his heart pounding in his chest. What he had seen had completely shattered his casual interest and replaced it with a mixture of shock, confusion, and something else that he couldn’t quite name.
“What was that?” a very familiar voice called out, sounding hurried and slightly panicked from inside the bedroom.
“It was nothing,” came Derek’s voice after a short pause, his tone trying to sound nonchalant. “Probably just a rabbit or a squirrel.”
Scott’s breath hitched in his throat, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He stayed pressed against the side of the house, his mind racing, waiting for what felt like an eternity before he dared to move. When it finally seemed safe, he slowly peeked around the window, his eyes widening, and his jaw-dropping in complete shock at the scene that unfolded before him.
At the far end of the room, no more than fifteen feet away, a completely naked Stiles was sitting in an accent chair, his head thrown back, groaning in obvious pleasure. And straddling him, with a look of pure ecstasy on his face, was a shockingly naked Derek, bouncing his bare, undeniably ample ass up and down on Scott’s best friend’s massive cock. The sight was so unexpected, so out of place, that it completely short-circuited Scott’s brain, leaving him speechless and utterly bewildered.
Scott was completely transfixed, watching the scene unfold in front of him, unable to tear his eyes away. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening, not in real life, and certainly not here- He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he’d just stumbled onto this, or that Derek, seemingly always so serious and closed off, appeared to have a whole secret life outside of the pack – and it involved Stiles.
And to make things even more unbelievable, Stiles was becoming more and more enthusiastic, his movements more frantic, the longer Derek stayed in his lap.
“Yeah, baby, bounce that fat ass on my dick,” Stiles grunted, his voice thick with lust, the words sounding raw and unfiltered as the older man impaled himself on his dick.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking big!” Derek moaned, his head tilted back with every thrust of the massive rod hitting his prostate, his thick black stubble framing his face, a picture of pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Fuck yes!”
Scott stood there, completely rigid, almost like he was paralyzed, watching the two men, a strange kind of fascination washing over him. He couldn’t help but notice how well their bodies looked together - Derek’s tan, muscular frame a stark contrast against Stiles’s pale, leaner form. The beta stood there, his mind almost involuntarily memorizing every detail of their naked bodies, the way they moved, the way they seemed to fit together. And despite himself, the sight made him think about how Derek and Stiles had constantly lied to him, playing up their public hatred for each other, while all along they were secretly hooking up behind everyone’s backs.
But then, Scott remembered something he’d heard people say, the old cliché about there being a thin line between love and hate. Or, maybe, it wasn’t love at all, but whatever complicated, messy situation these two had going on. It made him wonder what was really happening between them and why they’d felt the need to keep it so hidden, as he was sure that he’d never forget this scandalous moment.
Scott had never felt any kind of attraction to another guy before, and yet, for some reason, he was completely rooted to his spot, unable to tear his eyes away from Derek and Stiles’s nude forms. Then, his gaze drifted down, and he found himself watching Derek’s bare, powerful ass as it bounced up and down, endlessly, on his best friend’s massive cock, a sight that seemed to imprint itself onto his brain. And then, a thought that had never even crossed his mind before started to take root, a strange and unsettling possibility.
It was at that moment that Scott realized just how fast his heart was beating, a frantic rhythm that seemed to echo the wildness of what he’d just witnessed. He quickly moved out of sight, a sudden need to escape washing over him. He hurried back to his motorcycle, started it up, and quietly backed down the forest path, before speeding away onto the main road. He was completely speechless as he drove, his mind swirling with confusion and a strange, unfamiliar mix of emotions.
What could all this possibly mean?
Later that night, alone in his bedroom, as Scott jacked off to a video of a girl who had sent him her nudes on his phone, his mind kept drifting back to the scene he’d witnessed earlier. All he could think about was Derek and Stiles, their bodies intertwined, the raw intimacy between them, and his thoughts started bouncing back to the different, tantalizing scenarios of what it might have been like if he had joined them. The image, even in its fleeting form, left him feeling both disturbed and inexplicably aroused.