Will and Stiles decided last minute that Stiles would pick Will up from his place to have hime sleepover and now? Will was really regretting it. He woke up and turned on the light on the nightstand next to the bed and checked his phone.

Him and Stiles had to be at school in 10 minutes. Will shot up and rolled over to Stiles, who was knocked out.

"Stiles."

Stiles was fast asleep and they had to get to school, but Will didn't have a car.

Will groaned at Stiles. He got up to sit on the bed on his knees. He started to shake Stiles. "Stiles." 

Stiles huffed, trying to shove his head further into his pillow so he wouldn't hear Will.

"You've got an early morning practice for the big game tomorrow, remember?" Will asked and Stiles hummed, smiling, his eyes still closed. "Hi." He mumbled.

Will gave Stiles an aggravated look, leaning down closer to Stiles, face. "If you're going to be off the bench, you better not suck." Will said, his voice louder in the second half of his sentence. Stiles nodded, still asleep. "Not gonna suck."

Will fell back onto his side of the bed, groaning in annoyance when he hit the pillow. He turned to look at the back of Stiles' head when an idea popped into his own. Will pushed himself up as he grabbed Stiles' should that was pointing towards the ceiling. He pushed the shoulder down against the bed so Stiles was on his back.

Stiles barely opened his eyes at the harsh movement and looked at Will, about to grumble "What the hell?" but was cut off by Will leaning down and kissing Stiles. Stiles almost instantly kissed back, his hand going to the back of Will's head to to bring him down closer and grab his hair as Will put his hand on the other side of the bed, next to Stiles' head.

When they pulled away, Stiles looked up at Will with a small smile and furrowed brows. "What are you doing? I haven't even brushed my teeth yet."

Will smiled at the boy under him. It was crazy to him how much had changed, how much his feelings have grown for Stiles since he had first found out Scott was a werewolf. Will, still smiling, shook his head. "I don't care."

Will watched as Stiles' face softened. Stiles, who still had his hand on the back of Will's head, pulled him back down for another kiss. The kiss was slower. Softer. And it only broke when the two boys smiled into it.

Slowly, Will pulled away from Stiles and got up and out of bed. "Now, come on. We've got to get to school."

...

After school, Stiles was sitting at his desk while Will was on the bed doing their homework when Noah walked into the room, a big smile on his face. "Drop what you're doing. I'm taking you both out to dinner. Whatever you want." He cheered, pointing at the two boys.

Stiles gave his dad a half smile. Almost looking sympathetic. "Dad, I don't think a man of your debts should be treating anyone to anything."

Noah turned to his son, reaching into his pocket. "Well, there's one debt we no longer have to worry about." He said as he handed him a folded piece of paper.

Stiles opened the paper and furrowed his brows, looking back up at his dad. "What is that?"

"A letter of apology from Eichen House. Apparently, they've decided to forgive our debt due to... Well, you and Lydia almost getting murdered."

"They can do that?" Stiles asked. He sat up in his chair with wide eyes as his dad pursed his lips. "They can do it and they did it." Noah said and Stiles threw his head back.

"I have never been so happy to have almost been murdered." Stiles sighed out, a small smile taking over his face in the process as he rested his forehead on his hand. Noah pointed at Stiles, shaking his head. "Well, we're not out of it yet. But... We're going to be okay. And at least for the moment, I can afford to take my son and his boyfriend out to dinner." Noah said, eyeing Will with a big smile when he said boyfriend. Will felt a flutter feeling in his stomach at the title.

"Will, you on for Marlo's Pizza? Like old times?" Noah asked, recalling the times when Noah would take Stiles, Scott and Stephanie out to pizza and Stephanie would drag Will along since he hadn't been friends with Lydia yet.

Will smiled at the memory, nodding his head. "Marlo's sounds perfect." He said and Mr. Stilinski did a small cheer before pointing at the two boys. "Get your shoes on boys, we leave in five."

When Noah left the room, a small smile grew on Will's face as he reached down to put his shoes on. Noticing the smile, Stiles starts to smile as well, tilting his head at Will in amusement. "What's up?"

Will let out a small chuckle, turning to Stiles with slightly tinted cheeks as he put on his second shoe. Will stood up and walked towards Stiles, his hands nervously in his pockets. "I just really liked being called your boyfriend."

Stiles smiled at how flustered the topic made Will. They hadn't had the talk about being boyfriends. It was a silent exchanged agreement. So hearing it for the first time out of someone else's mouth made Will really happy.

Stiles shook his head at Will, smiles still gracing both of their faces as he grabbed the back of Will's head and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss was long, but sweet. It made Will melt even more.

When they pulled away, Stiles kept his and Will's faces close. Stiles looked over all of Will's face before pulling him into one more quick peck. "I really liked you getting called my boyfriend." Stiles said as he walked back over to his bed to put his own shoes on.

...

Before practice, Liam followed Stiles and Will around like a lost little puppy, asking where Scott was. "Everything's fine. I got a text from him this morning and he said he might be a little late." Will reassured, opening the door to the locker room for Liam and Stiles.

Liam followed Will to their lockers since their lockers were closer than his and Stiles. "Well, how late is late? Is he always late? We're playing Devenford Prep again and this time it's an actual game. He shouldn't be late."

"Who shouldn't be late?"

Will and Liam jumped at Finstock's question, coming up from behind him. Will gulped, looking at Liam before turning back to the Coach. "Scott and Kira. They might be slightly late." Will said, making the man scoff.

"Slightly late is still late. What are they doing?" Finstock asked. Stiles, who was in the next aisle over, ran to the three. Stiles ran into Will from his speed and his struggle with stopping.

"They're doing something that's going to make them slightly late." Stiles blurted, trying to stop Will from saying anything.

Coach squinted at Stiles, laughing in confusion. "What could Scott and Kira be doing right now that's more important than playing in the first game?"

Will stifled a laugh. Liam elbowed Will in the ribs and Stiles let out a small huff, shaking his head. "Oh, Coach."

...

The game was about to start. Will, Liam, and Stiles sat on the bench, Liam in between Stiles and Will.

Liam looked around the field and sighed. "They're still not here."

Will turned to Liam with a worried look. He didn't have to have supernatural abilities to know Lian was panicking. "Okay, what's really going on? Are you nervous about the full moon? It's not for another 24 hours." Will reassured and Liam looked down, biting his bottom lip.

Stiles sighed, turning fully to face Liam completely, each of his legs on either side of the bench. "Liam, you're gonna be fine. Okay? Just try not to rage out on anyone." Stiles said and Liam turned to him, his eyes wide. "You're not worried?"

"I'm mildly concerned. Mildly." Stiles said before going on his phone which Will assumed was to text Scott for an update.

"We're gonna lose without him." Liam whispered under his breath. Stiles looked at Liam and scoffed. He put a hand on Liam's shoulder, using his other hand to gesture to Will. "No, we're not. Will's here. Will's amazing and we can be just as good without Scott. Okay? I've been practicing. Let me tell you something. I'm getting good. Really good."

When Coach whistled for everyone to get on the field and on the way to his position, Stiles tripped. Will sighed as he watched Stiles scramble back to his feet, shaking his head. "Yeah. I'm gonna call Scott again."

...

At the end of first quarter, Stiles, Liam and Will went back to the bench. Stiles and Will checked their phones to see if Scott or Kira had responded to them.

Nothing.

Will pinched the bridge of his nose. "All right. Neither of them are answering. We've gotta go see what's going on." Will said, looking up to Stiles who immediately nodded. Stiles and Will stood up and Liam's eyes practically doubled in size.

"You're leaving? What are you going to tell Coach?"

Will and Stiles turned their head to Coach Finstock, who was currently pissed at the teams score. They watched as he threw the game plan to the floor before jumping on top of it. "Stupid! Stupid old..." Coach yelled, making Will gulp, shaking his head. "Uh, you don't tell him anything. Okay?"

After a couple seconds, Will turned back to Liam. Liam's eyes were still wide and they wouldn't stop on one spot to look at. Will put a hand on Liam's shoulder, making him break out of his panic and turn to him. Will gave the boy a small smile. "You're gonna be okay."

Liam watched Will for a couple seconds before nodding. Will gave him a big smile, muttering a small okay. Will turned to Stiles, who was waiting for him so they could run. As soon as Will turned to Stiles, the Stilinski boy grabbed Will's hand, pulling him out of the field and to the Jeep.

—EEEEE WILESSS
ugh i love writing for them so much IVE MISSED THEM
also liam and will>>>
ONE MORE CHAPTER UNTIL SEASON 5!!!
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