Anticipation

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It had been a long year.

A year since he'd arrived at Beacon Hills looking for help, a year since he'd found a pack and a year since he'd found Stiles and fallen completely and stupidly in love with him. They were both bearing new scars and Sam will swear up and down that he saw a grey hair or two after the latest incident just before graduation, but they were alive. Safe. Whole.

Most of the students were out at wild graduation parties all over the town.

Tonight Sam had something nicer in mind. A simple dinner for two (after kicking his brother out for the entire weekend) and their own celebration. Stiles had graduated that afternoon. He was eighteen and getting ready for college. It was as exciting as it was frightening. Sam didn't want him to leave. But he still wanted to celebrate with him.

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A year had passed.

He was eighteen. Finally. It felt like it'd taken forever...

But now he really has no excuse to put off this conversation any longer. It was churning his stomach just thinking about it. He had to go to college...but he didn't think Sam would want to come with him. They'd already had a weird conversation about his Calc homework; Sam was an adult man who would probably want to stay in Beacon Hills with his pack and keep living his life.

The rest of the teens were going to a local college about half an hour away, but Stiles? Stiles was packed and leaving for UCLA...Yeah. He didn't even know how many times his Jeep would be able to make that trip before it conked. That was what, upwards of 4, 5 hours? And that was with little to no traffic...he wouldn't get to come home very often.

So here Stiles sat, rubbing at his chin, knot tightening in his stomach. This...this was it. This was probably his last night with Sam...for a while. If not forever...

No. He didn't know if he could deal with that. A temporary separation...and then, if Sam was amicable, they could pick up right where they left off...hopefully. Stiles choked back the emotion building in his throat. He wasn't going to cry about this, nope...at least, not until he was alone. God, he'd miss Sam...he wished he could come with him, but Stiles wasn't going to ask him for that. That...that would be too much...

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Today had been a good day. Weird,but good. The Sheriff had even invited Sam to sit with him during the graduation ceremony. It had highlighted the age difference between them, but Sam had still been happy. Proud even.

He wanted tonight to be special. A quiet celebration for the two of them. Stiles had done more than just survive high school and crappy teachers, he'd survived demons, werewolves, poltergeists, even dying in his arms. The apartment was clean, the books and research and weapons carefully stored and stashed away.

At some point they were finally going to have to address the issue of Stiles going to college. Sam wanted to go with him, wanted to be near him, even if it meant parting from the pack and moving again. But he didn't want to press himself on Stiles. He didn't want to assume.

... but he was still down in his Jeep.

Sam had heard him coming, heard the vehicle pull in and made a mental note to go over the engine with Dean that weekend, check the belts again. Smiling, he opened the door, leaning in the doorway, sending a wry text.

I'll come out there and get you if I have to.

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Stiles was trying to gather himself, and didn't realize he'd sat outside for so long. His phone made him jump, and Stiles opened the message curiously, wondering who it was from. Scott knew better than to text him tonight...and so did the rest of the pack, via Scott.

His dad was pretending like he didn't know where Stiles was really going tonight - and Stiles was pretending like he didn't know that out of courtesy. Still, he didn't think his father would be texting him.

Stiles looked up, blushing when he spotted Sam in the doorway. He rather ungracefully extracted himself from the car, slipping his phone into his back pocket. "Sorry."

He was always a little jittery - the good kind, of course - when he visited Sam's apartment under...special circumstances such as these. But tonight, Stiles was especially nervous. Sam could probably smell it. "...Hey."

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“Hey.” Sam leaned in for a kiss before closing the door behind them. “Daydreaming out there?”

They were both nervous, and it wouldn’t take the sense of a wolf to catch on to Sam’s own case of the jitters. He was constantly in motion, but his gaze always tracked right back to Stiles. Reassuring himself that he was still there. That he wasn’t leaving.

They’d made that promise to one another more than once. That they’d never go, never leave the other one behind. But those had been life and death situations. This was college. This was Stiles making the choice to leave Beacon Hills and start a new life somewhere else. Somewhere away from the pack. Away from him.

Sam always had a feeling it would come down to this. Stiles is just starting out, and he’s a hunter contemplating retirement. But he’s a Winchester. He’s not going to give up that easily. He’s going to at least try.

And if Stiles refused? Hesitated?

Then he’d hit the road again with Dean. His wolf was under control and Cas could always drop him if things got particularly hairy.

He’ll worry about that in a moment, settling for pulling Stiles close, kissing him slowly. “Dinner’s almost ready. You hungry?”

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"...Yeah." Stiles mumbled, kissing Sam back and stepping inside. He could see that Sam was about as jittery as he was, and offered a small smile.

Stiles would stick by that promise - God, he wanted to. But he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, and Sam did. Sam already knew his path...Stiles couldn't expect him to want to go through all of that with him, again.

"Starved. Smells good," Stiles smiled and curled an arm around Sam's waist as he pulled him closer, leaning up into the kiss. He almost teared up again, kissing Sam - what would he possibly do without the wolf who'd dropped so unexpectedly into his life?

Be miserable, for starters...

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They lingered over the kiss and Sam slis his hand up Stiles' back. He can feel the tension radiating from the young man. Maybe they should get this over with rather than have it hang over the entire night. This was supposed to be about celebrating his graduation, not dread about their future.

Taking his hands, Sam guided him towards the couch. "I know you're packed and ready to go to college soon. And I'm glad." Deep breath. "I.. I've been talking to Bobby. He knows a hunter in the area who's looking to hand off his bookstore to someone. Retire and move to Arizona. I.. I was thinking if.. if you want.." His fingers tighten in his. "Maybe I could go with you?"

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"You..." Stiles blinked at Sam, pulling his hand closer. He smiled softly, though the turn to his lips indicated a grin, if he'd let it. "You'd really come with me?"

Sam wanted to come with him...Stiles was positively elated. He hadn't wanted to ask, but if Sam was offering... "But what about Dean? The pack?"

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"If.. if you wanted me to, then yeah." The grin is encouraging and he smiles, shifting closer to him. Okay. Okay, this was going better than he'd anticipated.

"Dean's okay with it. We've talked. If there are some hunts out in California, or a couple of days out, I'll go with him. But he's gotten used to me staying in one place. He's good with it. So's Derek. I can work on my control with Derek, enough so I don't have to rely on a pack as much. If I need to, I can come back for a couple of days."

Yeah, he's been doing a lot of planning and a lot of thinking about this already.

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Stiles pulls Sam into a hug, resting his head on the man's shoulder. "Of course I want you to come with me, Sam. I...I don't know what I'd do without you."

Stiles inhales deeply as Sam reassures him, seemingly already having a plan in place. "That sounds amazing...I didn't really - I didn't really want to go anywhere without you..."

Stiles hugs Sam a little tighter, feeling his chest swell. Already he felt lighter, happier. He quickly attaches his lips to Sam's, parting them and sliding his tongue tentatively over Sam's lips. He isn't very...inventive, still pretty cautious after such a violent first, but tonight is special.

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Sam hums into the kiss, pleased at the dart of his tongue, letting him take the lead and explore as much as he's content to. If the first part has gone so well, maybe he should just keep going?

A case of nerves kicks in before he can get to the second Very Important Question and he simply holds him close, kissing him back slowly. "I couldn't let you go alone. Not when I need you this much."

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Stiles licks at Sam's lips gently, but doesn't move to venture inside his mouth quite yet...even if he tastes like Heaven. Stiles pulls back for air, grinning and brushing his hand back through Sam's hair affectionately. "I need you too, Sam; I don't want to be alone. I love you."

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He's content to let Stiles slowly kiss him, fingers gently running up and down his back. "I.. I was also thinking. That.. when.. when you graduate.. we, ah, we.."

Smooth, Winchester. Really, really smooth. Keep stammering. That'll help.

A deep breath and he tips his forehead to Stiles'.

"Marry me?"

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"Hm?" Stiles giggles as Sam stutters, finding it utterly adorable. The man was like his own personal teddy bear, only infinitely cuter.

But then Sam touches their foreheads together and speaks two words that take Stiles' breath right out of his lungs. "M-marry you?"

His eyes are wide and Stiles bites his lip, looking away and back up. "Are you - are you sure?"

He swallows. "...Did you mean high school graduation or...college?" Frankly, Stiles thinks he'd marry Sam now if that was what the wolf wanted...the question of whether or not he even wanted to marry Sam was an automatic yes in Stiles' mind. He may or may not have been thinking about it for months now...

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He feels light headed. Giddy. His fingers are tingling and he can't stop smiling.

"Of course I'm sure." Sam leans in to kiss him again. "After you graduated from college. If.. if you still wanted to." He doesn't want to pressure him, but Sam's been thinking about this for weeks leading up to high school graduation. "I love you and I don't want to think about my life without you in it."

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"Shut up. Is that even in question?" Stiles kisses Sam eagerly, sliding halfway into the man's lap. "I love you, so much..."

There are a million questions in Stiles mind at the moment - is he going to have to change his name? How the hell is he going to tell his dad he's engaged? Did Sam tell the pack?

But instead, Stiles says, "...We should get rings." He doesn't know where he'll find the cash to buy Sam a ring, but he'll figure it out or die trying.

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Sam finishes hauling Stiles into his lap, winding his arms around him and tucking him close. He’ll never get tired of marveling just how perfectly he fits into his arms. How well matched they are. “I love you too.”

He hasn’t told a soul outside of his brother what his intentions were. No, he had to share it with the two most important people in his life first. Then they can worry about talking to everyone else. To the pack, to his father, but all of that can wait. Tonight is for them. To celebrate the fact that they’d survived god knows how many dangerous encounters, that they were still alive, still in love.

The mention of rings brings him up short and he blinks, giving a startled sort of laugh. Rings. “I’d been so caught up in asking I forgot all about that. We can look tomorrow. Find something for both of us.” And he was going to have to go titanium, something hard and completely free of silver. Not cheap. But they’d manage. Somehow.

Sam tilts his head down to kiss along his neck. “I love you.”

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Sam wraps his arms around Stiles, and the teen curls in happily, feeling the love and security he always did when Sam held him. He feels safe, he feels home in Sam's embrace, and he wouldn't give it up for the world.

"I'm buying yours," Stiles grins, brushing a hand back through Sam's hair. This man...was going to be his. Forever...hopefully. He wonders if Sam would want to move in with him...Stiles wouldn't mind, but he doesn't know how slow Sam want to take it, with a four year engagement.

"I love you too," Stiles bites his lip, pressing his chest to Sam's, baring more of his neck. "...finaccé."

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"I love you too." He laughs quietly into his neck. "All right, you're buying it, I'm not gonna argue." The wolf dips his head, nuzzling at his neck. He was happy. Content. His wolf was content. For the first time since he'd been bitten, Sam felt completely at peace with both halves of himself.

"We can tell the pack in the morning."

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"Good," Stiles brushes his lips against Sam's hair, smiling goofily. "I can't wait to see Scott's face." Poor guy.

"...I'm really glad you came here, Sam." Stiles whispers, tucking into Sam's chest a little tighter. "I'm so glad you came to Beacon Hills..."

Stiles let his hands brush over Sam's arms, then his chest, simply feeling and tracing. His. Sam was going to be his...

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To be fair, Sam had been his the first time his wolf had caught his scent. The first time he'd laid eyes on him really.

He smiles, arching up happily into every touch, every pass of his fingers. "So am I. Glad I came here, glad I found you." Sam cups his face, kissing him softly. "I'm never leaving. Wherever you go? I go too. It's that simple."

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"I believe you," Stiles grins brightly, eyes shimmering with a few tears. He believes Sam, heart practically bursting with love for the man. How had he gotten so lucky? He pulls Sam into a more passionate kiss after the soft one, lips moving urgently with barely contained excitement. They're engaged. Sam is coming with him. Could Stiles' life get any better?

He kisses eagerly down Sam's neck, sliding his hands underneath Sam's shirt to feel skin. Tonight is special, and Stiles is going to make the most out of it. He can only imagine what their Honeymoon will be like...

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Sam's thumb brushes along his cheek as Stiles deepens the kiss. A pleased, happy rumble sounds in his chest as Stiles winds himself closer. He tilts his head back, letting him mouthe along his skin. Shifting, Sam rubs his cheek against Stiles, marking him with his scent. His. His mate.

"You know.. Dean wants to throw a bachelor party," he breathes, a laugh in his voice. "I'm sure the pack will too."

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"Wait, do we have to do separate ones?" Stiles kind of doesn't want to. He never wants to spend time away from Sam when he could be with him, after all the time they've wasted already, separated by things beyond their control.

Well, it would be fun watching Scott try to organize a bachelor party. He'd pay to see that, actually.

"Sam..." Stiles breathes softly, closing his eyes and running his hands over Sam's back underneath his shirt, pressing even closer. He just wants to touch the man, wrap up together and never have to let go.

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So they can always have dinner later. Sam deepens the kiss, kissing along his jaw and down his neck, tasting his skin. His. Stiles was going to be his. The normal life he'd always wanted, always prayed for, he was going to share with the young man he loved more than his own life.

"We can do it however you want. I think if we team Scott and Dean up we're going to be doomed."

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"Why do I feel like Dean would coerce Scott into hiring a stripper?" Stiles teases, hands drifting down towards Sam's jeans. He's still a little shy, and blushes when he thinks about what he wants to do with Sam. Stiles hadn't done it yet, but Sam had, and he wanted to reciprocate...

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"Because he completely would. Probably a few of them if we don't rein him in." Sam shifts a bit, his body already responding eagerly to every touch.

Stiles said yes. He said yes. His mind keeps tripping joyously over that one little sentence.

Sam sucks in a startled breath, feeling his hands drift down along his belt. Stiles is adorable when he blushes and he lays back a bit, letting him take charge. It was a thrill to surrender that control over to Stiles, one that warmed his blood and made his cock twitch in anticipation.

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"Hey, it might not be that bad. We could get them to give Derek a lap dance," Stiles laughs, undoing Sam's button and slipping his hand into Sam's pants, cupping him.

He ducks his head, dipping into Sam's neck, jittery with initiating this and the nerves from the whole graduation day.

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Sam's laugh trails off into a breathy moan as Stiles slips his hand down the front of his pants, finding him already half-hard. One arm winds around his back, pressing him in close while his hips press up into him, seeking more. It's amazing how quickly his touch can drive him absolutely crazy.

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Stiles can't help but marvel at Sam's moan, how he's hardening beneath Stiles' fingers. That he can make Sam feel like this...it's amazing and Stiles doesn't think he'll ever get tired of showing Sam how much he loves him, finding his response evident in more than words...

Stiles works down Sam's pants, pushing them farther down his hips, slowly bringing the boxers down with them to reveal Sam. Stiles strokes him lightly, kissing down his neck to the line of his shirt.

"I...can I try something?" Stiles whispers, blushing at the request. He wanted to taste Sam, for the first time...but he also didn't want to screw up and look like an idiot on his graduation/engagement night.

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Sam raises his hips as Stiles tugs off his clothes, skin sending sparks of desire down his limbs with every hesitant brush of his fingers. More. Every tentative brush of lips and fingers draws another quiet moan, a press up into his fingers. Then he's stroking him fully erect and all he can do is groan and try not to buck up into his palm.

His smile is a little dazed, his eyes already blown dark with need. Fingers brush his cheek and into his hair. "Sure. Anything you want."

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"Off." Stiles smiles, sliding his hand against Sam's abdomen, slowly taking Sam's with him up over Sam's head. He let his fingers flutter gently over Sam's skin, reverently kissing his way across the man's chest. God, Sam is beautiful. Beautiful, intelligent, with the best heart Stiles has ever seen in anybody. And he's going to stay, he's going to be Stiles'...he's going to be Stiles' husband. Stiles can't even begin to articulate how happy that makes him.

Stiles kisses Sam tenderly, then lightly removes himself from the man's lap, standing in front of him. Stiles bites his lip, a little nervous, and tugs Sam's pants farther down, to his ankles. Swallowing in anticipation, Stiles kneels between Sam's legs, taking the man's cock in his hand, pressing a kiss to the head.

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His breath is coming in quiet moans as his fingers flutter hesitantly over his skin, tugging his clothes off. Nothing inflames him faster than the hesitant brushes of Stiles's hands. He's stronger than he gives himself credit for, and every awkward stumble is more endearing than the last. Stiles is the one he's going to give it all up for. Give up hunting for good and live a normal life. They're going to be happy.

He's going to get married. He's going to marry Stiles and he's not sure if he's ever been so happy.

Every happy thought slipskidded right out of his head the moment Stiles took him.

"God--!" His breath fell out of him in a cry, hips arching up into him. "Stiles.."

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"...Is that...okay?" Stiles asks, pulling away for a second before kissing across Sam's shaft nervously. It certainly sounds like he's doing okay, those breathless cries giving Stiles all the right kinds of goosebumps. He cups Sam's balls gently, massaging them as he slowly wraps his lips around the head of Sam's cock, flicking his tongue over Sam's slit for the first time. Stiles can't hold back the soft moan that rumbles out of his chest at Sam's delicious flavor, having him sliding his tongue back over him for more, swirling slowly around him.

Stiles glances up at Sam, hazel eyes wide as he dares to bob down a little farther, not even halfway down Sam's cock as he tests the waters.

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His mouth is open, panting as Stiles bobs his head down, sucking him into his mouth. The muscles in his thighs tense and jump as he resists the urge to thrust up, forcing himself to hold still and just enjoy the feeling of his mouth wrapped around his cock. Sam drags his fingers through his hair, breathless sounds and cries of approval tumbling from his lips as he gazes down at him.

They're going to get married. He's going to marry Stiles and they're going to be happy.

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Stiles meets Sam's gaze, wide hazel eyes above his lips, which are currently stretched around Sam's thick cock. He bobs down a little more, unsure of his much he can take in because damn, Sam is big and he has no idea how the man fits into his ass. Besides, this is his first time giving a blowjob; the noises Sam is making tell him he must be doing something right.

Stiles hums around Sam's length, swallowing around him and pulling a little more in. He's almost to his throat now and he doesn't want to screw up by gagging himself but...well, Sam's fucking delicious and he wants to try. Stiles hollows out his cheeks, sliding his mouth all the way down Sam's cock and back up quickly, not long enough to choke himself.