Run, run, run
Wc: 1254 | rating: M | cw/tw: none | tags: secret relationship, they're so in love it's gross
Being chased by evil werewolves or Ghost Riders, or basically any creature he's faced so far, is scary. But now, as he runs for his life, he's convinced being chased by Malia Tate was actually the most terrifying thing in the universe. Hunters or evil creatures have nothing on her.
She runs after him, wearing a manic grin on her face, like she's actually enjoying hunting him down like he's her next meal. He's always been a fast runner, but clearly he's not faster than her. It kind of makes sense, since she spent years living as a coyote. Of course hunting would be her strong suit.
He trips over a root and face-plants in the browning leaves. Just his luck, falling on his face while being chased by a half-crazed werecoyote. He's not at all surprised as someone grabs him by the back of his shirt and hauls him upward.
What he is surprised about is the fact that it's Theo, and not Malia. Though he really shouldn't be. Theo always has his back. These days, at least. He gets his legs under him quick enough, and this time they dart off together.
That's 1-0 for Liam. At least he didn't have to beg for his life, like that time Argent had caught up to him a couple weeks ago. He thinks there's still some resentment there, for whatever reason. It's not like Liam's such a bad guy, but the werewolf part must kind of sting.
Running with Theo reminds him of their runs in the woods on full moons. Because that's something Liam can do now, without going crazy. As long as Theo's there, at least. It feels exhilarating, with the power and the fondness of the man besides him coursing through his veins, like it'll keep him alive even if his heart stops.
"She's got my scent. Yours too, we're never escaping her," Liam says between heaving breaths. Malia's always been the best at staying on scents, he kind of admires that about her, actually. It'd be cool to learn, he'll have to ask her about it.
"Thanks for saving me, though. You know I love a knight on the white horse story." Liam looks at him, grinning. Theo's face does something complicated, like it isn't sure if it wants to laugh in Liam's face or be disgusted.
Theo slams a hand on his back, which is either supposed to be motivating or if he's trying to make him fall. Again. "Then we'll just have to keep running for the remaining," he stops talking, breathing loud as he checks his watch, "three hours? Fuck."
"Three hours?" Liam asks. He'd been sure they'd already passed the halfway mark, but he guesses he was wrong. He's not sure if he has the stamina or lung capacity for running three more hours, even as a werewolf. And the woods are kind of Malia's territory, they'll get caught eventually. "Fuck."
"I mean, we put up a good fight, didn't we?" Theo heaves. There's sweat on his face and his hair is brushed back. He wears it well. Makes his facial features stand out, and his face is really nice to look at. "It's either running for three hours or sitting on our asses for three hours."
Liam coughs, the cold fall air getting to him. "Fuck, I hate it when you're right. Slow down."
"I've got a better idea," Theo says, before straight up tackling him to the ground and landing right on top of him. He's crushing him into the dirt and leaves for the second time that day. And that's not even mentioning the elbow that is currently pressed into his side.
Liam lets himself be pressed to the ground. "The fuck are you doing?" He hisses. Just because he'll let Theo do basically anything to him, especially if it means their bodies pressed together without an inch of room between them, doesn't mean he won't have questions about it.
Theo leans up against him, resting his chest against Liam's back to whisper in his ear. "It's our biggest weakness. How much we hate eachother." He licks a slow stripe up the shell of Liam's ear. Underneath him, Liam squirms. He's sure there's a blush rising on his cheeks. Theo always has that effect on him.
But he does understand what Theo's getting at. "Get the fuck off me, you asshole, she's gonna catch us!" He thrashes, trying to buck Theo off without hurting him too much. "Are you trying to get caught?!"
"Shut your mouth, fucking dumbass!" Theo presses his hands against Liam's shoulder blades. If he closes his eyes, he almost feels like he's getting a massage. On days Theo feels particularly anxious, he likes to give Liam massages, with the scented oil and everything. It relaxes them both. And it helps with the way Liam's muscles seem to ache from time to time.
Theo lets himself be thrown off after a moment, Liam crawling on top of him with a grin on his face. He has to resist the muscle memory of leaning forward and licking into his mouth and instead wraps his hands around Theo's throat, pretending to squeeze.
The blush that rises on Theo's cheeks colors him nicely. Liam wishes they were alone right now. Locked in his room for the night, with both his parents on night shifts and no one to bother them.
A foot lands on Liam's back, rudely interrupting him from his thoughts, and he's sprawled on top of Theo. He can't really be mad at Malia, being on top of Theo is fine for him too. It would be better in less public circumstances, though. The air leaves his lungs on the impact and he groans out a "fuck" that makes Theo huff out a laugh beneath him.
"Gotcha, fuckers," Malia says. She pulls them up by their shirts and chains their hands together with the werewolf-proof cuffs Argent had provided for their training session. "Wait by that tree until it's over. If you move, I'll know. And you'll die." She narrows her eyes before taking off again, presumably to scare another pack member.
Theo drags him towards the tree by their cuffed hands. "Careful, asshole!" Liam yells, just to make their act more believable. Theo smiles at him, all soft and crinkled eyes. It's the way he smiles when he's just woken up and realizes Liam's next to him. Or after Liam gets home from school and they can finally hang out. Or make out. Whichever comes first.
"Oh, go fuck yourself!" Theo screams, looking over Liam's shoulder. "I think she's gone. I can't hear her or see her."
"Thank god," Liam mumbles, falling into his arms as Theo leans his back against the tree. He runs a hand up Liam's back. Theo's touch still makes him shiver. "Do you think she bought it?"
"I know she did. No one hates me more than you do. Even I'm unsure whether you're acting or not." Liam grins, his hand trailing up to cup Theo's jaw. His eyes drop to Theo's perfect pink lips.
"Do you want me to show you how much I hate you?" He smiles, eyes moving back up to Theo's just in time to see them blow wide. He doesn't wait for Theo to answer him, instead pressing up into his space and letting their lips slide together sweetly.
If he can spend the next three hours just like this, he thinks luck might be on his side after all.
