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He was a bit hesitant about the blind date, but he trusted Scott.
They’d known each other for over twenty years. Scott was by his side during each crush Stiles harbored. His first love and first heartbreak.
Anyways, Scott should know his type.
Plus, he had been going through a dry spell recently.
“Not to be rude,” the man started as an introduction.
Really? Plus, when you start off ‘not to be rude’ the next words are going to be undoubtedly rude.
The man was good-looking-- was Stiles first impression. Taller, slightly fit and muscular with sandy-brown hair that was nicely tamed with some gel. The dimples he showcased when he gripped Stiles hand in greeting was a nice touch.
Stiles gritted as the man squeezed his hand tightly, “Pink is for girls.”
“Fun fact-- colors don’t care about genders,” Stiles grimaced. He wore a nice soft pink shirt with a pair of dark jeans and his Chucks.
“Oh well, a simple mistake I’m sure,” the man bulldozed on. “But for real, it’s pink.”
Stiles glanced over to the bar and saw Scott and he gave him a pointed look as if ‘did you hear him?”
His best friend just held up his beer and smiled.
Okay, benefit of the doubt. Maybe this dude isn’t a total douchebag.
Stiles was criticized for ordering a salad as his pre-meal while the man, Bryson ordered hot wings. ‘Cause apparently salads are for rabbits and wimps.
After licking his fingers and double-dipping, Bryson asked if he wanted a wing. As if it was an afterthought.
“No thanks, I prefer my own homemade hot sauce,” Stiles politely turned down and gave his date an opportunity to ask about Stiles.
Something that hadn’t happened yet.
Nope, no luck. Bryson said cool and jumped into a story about his frat brother who dared to shove a jalapeno up his ass.
Come on Scott, use those wofly hearing and come save him.
“So, you work with Scott,” Stiles interrupted. He already knew of course. They both worked for the same vet clinic to help pay their way through college.
He tried to give Scott the side-look. Hell, he even sent him a text-- still unread.
He glanced over and his best friend was flirting with a brunette who was laughing at whatever Scott said and was running her hand down his arm.
Scott suggested this restaurant because he was meeting the elusive newly appointed Alpha Peter Hale. Derek’s uncle who had been down in South America tracking down his little sister, Cora. Apparently, he came across a rogue and killed it, gaining Alphahood. But best yet, Cora was found. So, after debate, Derek, Cora and a few betas were going to split off the main Hale pack and go under Peter.
Nothing out of the normal when you have a large pack, the infamous Hales.
He should have known Scott would get side-tracked with his dick.
“I am surprised he came to me about this date. But damn, I saw your pic and I was like can’t hurt. He’s hot. A lay is a lay. Right,” Bryson took a sip of his beer and winked.
Is it rude to punch him in the face? No-- he promised Scott he’d behave.
How in the hell did Scott think this would work.
Luckily, dinner came. They both ordered the special--- T-boned steak with garlic red potatoes and green beans.
At least Stiles was able to eat since getting a word in wasn’t going to happen. He got the impression the man in front of him only thought with his dick too. He was recounting all the ‘hot ass’ he got over the years. Apparently, he had to fight off the beauties, “you know a hole is a hole, am I Right?” he winked and did the little nudge-nudge with his elbow.
Stiles was ready to ‘am I right’ fist in his face. Damn Scott and his promise.
“So, Stiles, tell me…” his date leaned forward, “you ever tap that. Scott, that is. I mean Scott talks about you all the time. I wouldn’t mind taking it for spin. Oh, hey maybe you, me and him…”
Bryson lit up like he had just come up with the best idea ever.
A movement out the corner of his eye caught his attention and turned his head.
Bryson whistled, “Forget Scott, maybe he’d like to join us tonight. Am I right? More the merrier is what they say. Man, one time me and my boy Chad had this hot orgy…”
Stiles zoned him out.
Stiles had no intention of even kissing his date let alone anything else.
He wasn’t that desperate for a roll in the hay.
The strange hot man was definitely walking towards them. He was in a tight-fitting V-neck blue shirt-- showing off his flat stomach. The sleeves were bulging slightly with his muscles. Nothing too much, like those powerlifters, that was a turn off for Stiles. It definitely showed this man worked out.
The skinny jeans encased a pair of long legs. Stiles licked his lips. Damn, they did not hide the package between those powerful thighs. Stiles wouldn't mind being squeezed with those.
Stiles let his eyes undress the man quickly approaching them.
“Do you know him,” Bryson cut into Stiles' thoughts “cause I am a real tiger in bed. You’re a bottom right. Yeah, no need to tell me. I know you are…anyhow how…”
Before Stiles could tell Bryson off Mr McHotty chimed in.
“Stiles, my love,” the hot stranger called his name as he strolled up to the table.
Stiles was speechless. How did he know… wait… a minute…. Those eyebrows.
This man is no doubt a werewolf. The cogs started to turn and piece together the evidence.
“What do you want,” Stiles pretended to be off put by the stranger and turned towards Bryson. “Can’t you see I’m on a date.”
The stranger grabbed Stiles' hand and brought it up to his chest. “Please love. Breaking up with you was the worst mistake of my life. I shouldn’t have believed those lies.”
Stiles saw the lady with Scott point to him. His friend, his Alpha, turned towards him and looked confused and stood up.
“You really hurt my feelings,” Stiles continued. The nearby tables were blatantly watching the drama unfold.
“Hey,” Bryson chimed in winked at them, “you, me and him… my place is only a few blocks away. It would be fun, am I right?” His date waggled his eyebrows at them both.
The older man glared at the college frat boy. “I am sorry, but I don’t share,” then looked at Stiles with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Anyways, I doubt you’d be able to satisfy his needs. He prefers a real wolf in bed-- am I right?.” he winked at Stiles.
Stiles barked out a chuckle.
“Yeah, you are,” Stiles sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and tilted his head, showing off his neck.
The wolf took a deep breath in through his nose and zeroed in on the extended neck. Stiles knew the desired effect on wolves, especially Alpha.
The best dickings he ever got were with werewolves. Now-- he never tried an Alpha before… but hey, he is all about trying out new things.
Bryson sat back with his mouth gaping open. “I can be whatever you need in bed. I am telling you. I’m the best you’d ever have."
Scott finally arrived. A little too late now. He was being saved by another.
“Stiles, what is going on,” Scott walked up. “Peter, I was over at the bar for you?”
Bryson started to choke, “I knew it. A lover’s triangle… better idea--- let’s make it a square and get out of here. All of us.”
Stiles did not need a nose to know Bryson was giving off some pretty heavy arousal vibes.
“Sorry, Bryson, this just isn’t going to work out. Peter,” he gave the man, who was still holding his hand, “I’ll give you one more chance. But that’s it.”
Peter’s eyes lit up, “You heard him. Sorry, I am going to steal him away.”
The young woman with Scott walked up, “Uncle Peter.”
Bryson stared bugged eye at them. “Wow, Scott you dog,” He held up his fist to the confused wolf.
Scott eyed Stiles the classic ‘what does he mean?” and tentatively tapped his fist against Bryson.
Stiles held back his chuckle.
“I’m sorry I don’t share,” the shewolf put her arm around Scott’s shoulders. Scott’s eyes blew big and looked hopeful towards the girl.
Peter let go of Stiles’ hand and slipped one of his into his back pocket for his wallet. He slipped a few hundreds on the table. “The least I can do. Now please excuse me, I am going to take my boy home and ride him so hard he’ll black out. He has the biggest dick and knows how to use it.”
Bryson choked on his tongue.
The others around them started to laugh.
“Scott, sorry. But other plans have come up. I’ll contact you tomorrow for our meeting. Anyways, it seems my niece here would punch me if I ruined her impromptu date with you.”
Scott stood tall with a wide-eyes and glanced back and forth. Stiles saw when his bestie finally made the connection. “Cora… as in Cora Hale.”
“Yep, come, you still owe me a drink. Uncle--- I’ll see you later,” she dragged Scott away.
Stiles was hanging on Peter’s arm as they exited the building, a giggle escaping from him.
“That was a great man. Did you see his face! Classic.”
Peter tugged him towards the parking lot. “I heard then saw how awful your date was going and decided to come rescue you.”
“Thanks man, I really appreciate it.” Stiles said. Uh, he really wouldn’t mind going home with Alpha Hale.
Peter was on the same thought wave. “And I wasn’t joking. I’d love to take you home.”
Stiles grinned. “Even take me for a ride?”
Every wolf he’d been with refused to bottom. Though, he did like to switch it up.
“Hey, good sex is good sex. If that is something you’d be up for,” Peter trailed off.
“Hell yes,” Stiles fist pumped the air.
He let out a low whistle when he slid up to the shiny Shelby Cobra, “nice. You know-- Bryson, that was my blind date, said men who drive these have tiny dicks.”
“Guess you will just have to find out,” Peter winked after letting Stiles into the passenger side first-- like a gentleman. They both knew his pants didn’t leave much to the imagination.
Stiles grinned. He trusted Scott to set him up with a good blind date.
Maybe it ended differently than he thought but it was worth it.
Am I right?
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