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We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.

➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.

➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...

➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.

➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.

➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.

➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.

➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!

➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.

➓ WILDCARD! You know the rules!

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He let his hand pet through Isaac's hair, licking at his lips as he watched that mouth work over him until it moved up too high for him to comfortably watch. So he stopped, but he kept his hand moving through his hair, kept his other sliding down over his back. He could feel him pressing against his thighs, curious about how he'd feel settled between them. Or maybe how he'd feel riding him like this.

The thought had him tightening his grip, a soft sigh of his own leaving him from both the images and the mouth moving along his skin. "You planning on leaving a mark?"

Sliding his palm along Alan's side as he leaned in once more to get at his collarbone, nipping softly. Once. Twice. The third time though he took his time to lick before biting, suckling at the tautly pulled skin over the sharp line of his collarbone. A positive answer obviously, enjoying the taste of his skin, the delicious knowledge of knowing he was marking Alan.

Breaking off though just as it truly started to bruise, raising his head to look at at the other boy. "That depends. You going to kick my ass if I do?"

"There are a lot of things I would kick your ass for, Isaac. A little mark isn't one of them. Teasing me, however... that might get you a good dose of ass kicking." He smirked, hand tightening in his hair as he pulled him up, wanting to lick at those lips, to kiss and bite them.

"Can't have that then, can we," he murmured, his mouth coming to Alan's, brushing against his lips with a soft sound that was mostly exhalation. Loving that way he pulled at him, the tug of his hair, the control taken. It left him panting, eager for more.

More than he shifted for, bracing his hands against the bed as he did. It was enough to let him rock forward and roll his hips, letting his hard length slide against Alan's.

His tongue came out, wetting Isaac's lips as well as his own before he sucked one into his mouth, biting at it as he lifted up at the roll of Isaac's cock against his own. It felt good. Not quite as good as the hand he'd had on himself, but it could feel better. He slid a hand down, grabbing Isaac's dick and pressing it down against his own as he thrust upward. There. That felt better. That was what he was looking for.

Dammit but those bites were going to be the end of him. Each one of those makes his cock jerk, wanting more of that from Alan. No, the truth was, he waned everything he could get from Alan, whatever he'd give him.

Yet what was good became amazing with that added friction. Bucking his hips again, moving with slow, steady strokes of his hips. "Fuck, Alan," he panted, the words barely spoken. "God, I want you."

All he could think about was pushing his legs up, slicking up that tight opening and losing himself in fucking that athletic body.

He could hear it in Isaac's voice, his chest tightening with the need that made him arch up into him. This was good. This was brilliant, but he knew it could be better.

It was just a matter of asking himself if he'd let himself go there with him.

He answered himself frankly, Why not?

Look at where he was; in bed with a werewolf that wasn't Scott after losing his mother and breaking up with him. After his family had effectively been torn to pieces, he was taking what comfort and pleasure he could, where he could.

What he wanted was exactly what Isaac did, a moment to lose himself in sensation instead of thoughts. "Then what are you waiting for?" He gripped Isaac tighter, his thumb hooking his own cock up to rub against him as he did a series of quick, rough thrusts.

The pleasure of their motions kept Isaac from tensing up and panicking over that moment. Sneaking in had been one thing. He'd even been invited into Alan's bed but they were new, still learning one another, and now he had, without forethought, asked for more. Another time and place he might have panicked. Instead he was wistful.

And then thankful when Alan spoke.

Groaning loudly, forgetting himself and their precarious position with that sound. Leaning back, he braced one hand on Alan's chest, staring down at him as he licked his lips. "I think I'm waiting for you to tell me where the lube is," he murmured, lightly raking his nails over the other boy's chest. "Because I kind of think I want to ride you like this," he admitted. It was almost shyly spoken, except for his grin.

Alan lifted up into the nails down his chest, head falling back and mouth open, cry thankfully caught in his throat. He lifted a hand to slide under his pillow where he'd slipped the bottle after he'd finished using it on himself earlier, pulling it out and resting it on his stomach, just under the bend of his cock.

"Is it bad that I'm kind of open to both of those options?" Watching Isaac ride him would be unbelievably hot and he wanted to be the one to make him have to bite back cries. But being fucked by him would be just as enjoyable and Alan was torn between which he wanted more. "Can't we do both?"

That image may forever be burned into Isaac's mind. Just that look, the beauty of the sensuality on Alan's face. He knew he'd want to see that again, thinking of all the times and ways he might see that look again. Starting with here and now.

"Both?" Isaac nearly choked on that single word, mind racing suddenly. Thinking about the sensation of taking that beautiful, tight body beneath him. Pushing strong legs wide while watching those looks cross Alan's face. "I..."

He took a breath, exhaling slowly. "I've never... I mean I've fooled around but I've never slept with anyone or... I mean, yeah I want both. All of it." God but he wanted it all.

Of everything Isaac could have said, he hadn't expected that. Stiles as a virgin, yes. That was totally believable. But Isaac? With a grin, he licked his lip and nodded. "Yes. Both. But you should go first."

He knew from his own experience that coming while being fucked was entirely a possibility, cock touching or no, and he couldn't expect Isaac to be able to perform right after if he'd already gone. But that left him hoping he wouldn't hit his peak while he was letting Isaac take him.

"Lube yourself up."

Leaning down, he kissed Alan. Slow, deep. This was something he hadn't expected and yet wanted suddenly in ways he couldn't even find words for. "Never with a guy," he finally murmured. "Not entirely stupid about things." Just being fucked, and that beautiful, sensual man beneath him.

Shifting, he moved one leg between Alan's, even as he took the bottle from him. "I'm going to be thinking about anything but you," he teased, knowing he was likely going to lose it if he focused too hard on the sensation of Alan's body.

Opening the bottle, he canted it over his cock, groaning at the coolness before beginning to stroke himself. "Spread your legs for me."

"Think about what my dad will do if he comes in in the middle of things." He smirked up at Isaac, but he moved to widen his legs, sliding the one trapped by him free. He bent his legs, reaching down and grabbing his calves to keep himself wide open for what Isaac was going to do.

"I hope you know a little about preparation. I'm all for a little rough play, but I didn't bother with that tonight since I didn't think I'd be having company."

No, if he'd known Isaac was coming over, he'd have made it as easy for this to happen as possible, which would have included opening himself with that toy he'd mentioned.

"Are you trying not to get laid," he asked, though there was laughter in his voice as he shifted into the cradle of Alan's legs. Of course, getting himself slick and focusing was damned hard with that view before him. The spread of his legs, his cock curving up against his stomach.

"I know I like you enough not to hurt you," he admitted, working the lube over his fingers. Fingers that then brushed down over Alan's hip, the crease between hip and thigh before those slick digits caressed over his sac.

Smirking down at him, teasing him as his fingers lowered, brushing over him. "Think I can do okay?"

Alan bit his lip, fingers tightening their grip before he opened his eyes, looking down his body at Isaac kneeling between his legs. "I guess we'll have to see. And be quiet unless you want that image to become a reality."

There would have to be a 'next time'. A time and place where they wouldn't have to be so concerned about sounds. Alan looked forward to being able to hear Isaac making as much noise as he wanted, which he hoped happened to be a lot. He could already picture him screaming his name and it had him tightening himself, a breathy sigh leaving him.

Leaning down over Alan, he nipped sharply at one pectoral. "Stop talking about anyone else that may or may not be in this house or you're going to be working hard to get me back on point."

Not that he was off point now. No. Still desperate for this as he worked his fingers against Alan. Groaning, staring down at him as he worked that single digit into him. Chest heaving, panting hard as his hips rocked in motion to what he wanted.

Alan's hands found his covers, gripping at the blankets and twisting them as he lifted his ass up towards that finger. "Won't have to work hard," he panted, biting his lip to hold in a cry. "I'll just make you suck me off."

Which would be a very good addition to what was happening now, but one that would certainly make him come before he was ready. He wanted to fuck Isaac. He wanted to watch him lifting and falling over him, riding him and trying not to make any noises as he did. It was his new life's goal.

Oh but that was a mental image for Isaac. "Oh no. I want to save that one for dragging you into the locker room,' he admitted, the look on his face wicked as he worked to open Alan with steady strokes and teasing touches.

Giving his own cock another stroke before his hand slid along Alan's length. "I'm thinking tomorrow, in fact," he murmured, liking the idea of the risk, of the chances they could take, not to mention he was pretty sure the way this was going, he wasn't going to be able to stay there in class all day and not want to drag Alan off somewhere.

The mention of school had him gasping, both out of arousal and a few other mixed emotions. It wasn't like he and Scott hadn't grabbed what snatches of time they could in the boiler room, the janitor's closet, or empty classrooms. But the thought of Isaac on his knees in front of him, blue eyes up and looking at him as he had his cock in his mouth was pushing away the mixed feelings. Arousal and teenage hormones would likely always be the champions and that was the case here.

"Tomorrow. When?" Because he wanted to know so he could tease himself beforehand. Have himself hard and ready for Isaac the second his back hit metal.

For Isaac that's something new. Yeah he's thought about it, mostly in moments when he's hot and desperate and horny enough to slip off to the bathroom to jerk off. Now though it's about to be reality. With Alan and that beautiful cock his fingers are wrapping around, stroking him slowly as he work to open him for more.

"Third? I can get out of Harris' and meet you in the locker room? Right after the bell when everyone's out?" And he can imagine it. Concrete hard against his knees, the heat of Alan's body under his hands and mouth. He moans, biting back the sound as he teases at his ass with a second finger.

Alan grabs the corner of his pillow and brings it up to his mouth, biting at it to muffle the sound he makes as he feels that second finger. God, yes. Yes to everything. Yes to Isaac fucking him and to skipping school. It had sounded so bad before when Scott had suggested it, but there was so much more going on in the world that was more important, he could justify missing a class or three.

He nods, body moving against the hand teasing him, opening him, trying to urge him to go faster, to give him more. He lets go of the pillow, gasping as he feels the shivery slide of pleasure over his cock. "Yes. Third. Okay. Okay. Tomorrow."

Isaac nearly loses it then and there, just knowing he'd brought him to that desire, that need to stop sound, with just the teasing and press of fingers. Not that he wants it to end yet. Not for either of them.

That doesn't stop him from taking it all in. The look on Alan's face, the tone of his voice when he finally speaks. Taking cues and moving his fingers faster, twisting them within him and enjoying the sensation of working that tight ass open, knowing what's to come.

His face is red, cheeks flushed and body feeling like it was humming. Need is like a syrupy taste on his tongue and he's craving Isaac to fuck him like he's an addict needing a fix. His body needs it and he lets go of the covers to try to reach down and grab any part of him he can. "Jesus, Isaac. Stop teasing, please. God, I'm so fucking ready."

Those words were insanely sensual. More than he could have even imagined until he heard them. From Alan.

"Anything you want," he vowed, meaning it in that moment. Moving between his legs, shifting one upward to cant Alan's hips, making it easier to move in. Gripping himself, guiding his cock to his ass. Not even thinking about protection, about playing this safe. All he was thinking about was the sensation of pushing against him, into him. Moving slowly, pausing as he gave that first push, panting at the way it felt.

Condoms were a distant memory to him once he'd found out about the werewolf aspect of Scott. They weren't sleeping with anyone else and it wasn't like he had to worry about getting pregnant. Now? It was just a blessing that Isaac was a werewolf. He could have paused and reached for a box, but he didn't want to. He wanted that sensation of skin on skin, the added sting from the friction.

He lifted up as Isaac pressed in, mouth open to make a sound before he crammed the corner of the pillow in it again. Even then, the moan was audible, his eyes closed and head tipped back, the cords in his neck straining as he felt Isaac invade him.