Team & Champ

[A/N - these events start before the first chapter, going up to chapter 10. This is the CONDENSED version of their story]

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*Third Person POV*

"Hey, I just landed," Team says into the phone. "Where are you?"

"I'm waiting next to the south gates," Champ answers. "It's impossible to miss me, I'm holding a neon green poster with your name!"

Team laughs, tucking his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he reaches down to pick up his luggage. "Okay, okay, I'll be there soon."

"You didn't forget my birthday present, did you?"

"Of course not," Team feigns offense. "How about you? Did you keep my present safe while I was gone?"

"Guess you'll have to come find out!" Champ chimes before hanging up the phone. Team chuckles, stuffing his phone into his pocket and heading towards the exit gates.

Team's parents had paid for him to take a trip during spring break, considering it overlapped with his birthday. It made him feel weird not being home for his 18th birthday, when he became a full-fledged wolf, but he also didn't want to pass up the opportunity of his parents paying for a trip.

He made sure to return home for Champ's 18th birthday, which was only a week after his own. The two have been a part of the same friend group since they were children, and Team knew how much it means to Champ that he gets to celebrate this important day with his friends.

When Team had told Champ he would be back for his birthday, Champ was elated. He immediately offered to pick Team up from the airport so they could begin the birthday festivities without delay.

Team spots the neon green poster before he sees his friend behind it, turned around to scold some kid who ran into him with a popsicle. Team's lips crook in a lopsided grin as he hurries over.

"Champ!" Team calls out. Champ lift his head to greet his friend, and the world around them slows.

The connection was instantaneous when they locked eyes. They both felt that undeniable bond that stunned them both to their cores.

'Mate'.

Team abruptly stops a few feet away from Champ, as the two continue to gape at each other.

"Huh," Champ says dumbly. "Didn't see that coming."

"Yeah," Team replies with the same dumbstruck expression plastered on his face. "Me neither."

"Er... we should get going," Champ holds out his hand to take Team's luggage. Team's body works on autopilot as he reaches forward to pass his luggage to Champ. Their fingers touch, sending a blaze of fire up both their arms.

Champ gasps, yanking his arm away from the alarming electricity he felt from Team's touch. He stares at his fingers, clenching and unclenching his fist curiously.

Team clears his throat, scratching the back of his head. Deciding to not making Champ carry his things, Team stoops down to pick up his bags.

"Ready?" Team asks. Champ snaps out of his daze, nodding his head awkwardly before leading the way to his car.

The entire drive to Team's house is filled with an uncomfortable silence. Neither of them know what to say in this... predicament they've found themselves in.

Champ helps Team carry his bags into his room, despite Team's insistence that he doesn't need any help. But really, Team just felt odd making Champ carry his luggage, now that he knows they're mates.

"So... what do we do now?" Champ questions as he rocks back and forth on his heels, hands clasped behind his back.

"What do you mean?"

Champ rolls his eyes. "Don't play dumb. Clearly, we're mates. Which is fucking weird, by the way."

"Agreed," Team grunts as he plops down onto his bed. He snags a water bottle from his nightstand and chugs the liquid down.

"Uhh... are we supposed to fuck now?"

Water is spewed across the room when Team chokes from the bluntness of Champ's question. He coughs, cheeks bright red as he sets the water bottle down.

"Excuse me?" Team coughs, covering his mouth.

"Isn't that what mates do? Mark each other?" Champ says slowly, as if explaining something to a toddler. "Come on, we'll have to do it eventually. Might as well just get it over with."

Team narrows his eyes. "Mating isn't something I want to get it over with. It's a serious thing."

"Are you worried about having sex with a man? If that's the case, I'm fine with you topping."

"That's not it!" Team hisses. "I don't think we should mark each other unless we're... you know... in love."

All signs of teasing slip away from Champ's face, and his lips twitch up in a soft smile. "That's... really sweet, actually." Team breathes a sigh of relief that Champ had actually agreed with him. "We can still have sex though, right?"

"Champ!"

"I'm just saying!" Champ holds his hands up defensively. "You'll want to eventually."

"We'll see about that," Team scoffs. "Come on, let's go gather the rest of the group and celebrate your birthday."

Champ beams at the mention of his birthday, the idea of sex instantly falling out of his head as he races outside. Team shakes his head, following after the giddy birthday boy.

***

Over the next two weeks, Champ showed up at Team's house every day, wanting to establish themselves as a couple. Team was hesitant at first, still feeling strange about crossing that line from friends to lovers.

Day by day, Champ began to wear Team down, making the latter grin at his goofy attempts at grabbing his attention.

Goofy attempts such as reenacting a scene from Team's favorite movie; in which the main character stands outside his lover's window with a boom box over his head. Only... it was Champ's cellphone playing music at full volume.

Team jogs up the driveway to Champ's house, knocking on the door. The door swings open, and Champ's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Team? What are you doing here?" Champ questions, as this is the first time Team has approached him since they found out they're mates. Usually, it's Champ showing up at Team's house.

Team had been cautious to pursue a relationship with Champ, but he couldn't resist the pull of their wolves. He needed to be with his mate; a fact he couldn't fight anymore.

"Do you wanna go on a date with me? Tonight?" Team asks, hands sweating from nerves.

Champ blinks at him before breaking out into laughter, startling Team.

"Of course I'll go on a date with you, dummy!" Champ giggles. "What do you think I've been trying to do for the last two weeks?"

Team smiles brightly at his mate. "Okay, good! I'll, uh... pick you up around 7?"

Champ nods, grinning widely before closing the door. Unknown to the other, both of them do a little fist pump on opposite sides of the door.

***

Team pulls up to Champ's house in his car, dressed in a dark blue button up shirt and grey slacks. He checks the rearview mirror a final time to fidget with his dark hair. Resigned to the fact that his hair isn't going to get any better, Team hops out of the car and heads to the house.

Before he can even knock, the door swings open, revealing an ecstatic Champ with a very large grin. His light pink button up shirt is tucked into his white slacks, and Team couldn't help but think how adorable Champ looks in pink.

"Hey," Champ greets with a smile.

"Hey," Team returns his smile tenfold, his wolf howling gleefully at having made their mate smile. "Ready to go?"

Champ nods, stepping out of the doorway and closing the door behind him. Team holds his hand out, making Champ grin shyly before connecting their hands. A shot of electricity burns their skin, but there's no pain behind it. Only a pleasurable hum that makes them squeeze their hands tighter.

The restaurant Team chose for their date is a lot nicer than what Champ is used to. His cheeks flush as he has difficulty understanding the Italian menu. Champ tries to hide his discomfort, not wanting to put a damper on the date Team had planned for them.

"What can I get started for you?" The waitress asks after dropping off a couple glasses of water.

"I'll have the Pasta Con Pomodoro E Basilico," he orders with ease, making Champ squirm as he practices pronouncing the dish in his head.

"And for you?" The waitress directs her attention towards Champ after hitting down Team's order.

"Uh... I'll have the same," Champ says, deciding that's his safest bet at not looking foolish.

Team furrows his brows and tilts his head to the side. "You're allergic to tomatoes."

If his blush got any deeper, Champ would be worried that his head was going to pop off.

"Oh, right," he chuckles lamely, pretending to scan the menu for another option. Team studies him for a moment before turning back to the waitress.

"We'll just need a few more minutes," he smiles at her. Once she's gone, Team turns back to his flustered mate. "Champ."

"Maybe some Pan... Panzenella?" Champ slowly pronounces, praying that he got it right.

"That has tomatoes too."

Champ curses under his breath, feeling absolutely mortified. Team can sense how embarrassed his mate feels, and reaches across the table to hold Champ's hand. Champ looks up at Team before sighing heavily.

"I don't understand the menu," he grumbles. A month ago, Team probably would've jumped at the chance to tease Champ for his blunders. But now, all he wants to do is help and provide comfort to his mate.

"How about I explain the dishes to you, and you can tell me which one sounds best?" Team suggests.

Champ brightens and nods his head. They go line by line, walking through each dish. After a few minutes, Champ settles on the Pasta Carbonara.

The two begin to slowly relax, falling back into their familiar routine from when they were simply friends. Team teases Champ for accidentally choosing a meal that could've killed him, while Champ berates him for picking a restaurant that has tomatoes in almost every dish.

They spend the rest of their time at the restaurant laughing; exchanging smiles and delicate touches of their hands. Champ looks at their intertwined fingers, a tender new emotion blooming in his chest.

Once they've finished eating and paid for their meals, they head out of the restaurant together, hand in hand.

The wind had picked up while the two were in the restaurant, taking them by surprise when a sudden gust of air knocked into them as soon as they stepped outside. Champ erupts into shrieked giggles as Team hurries them to the car. He opens the door for Champ, making sure he was safely inside before rounding around to the drivers side.

Champ tries and fails to suppress his laughter when Team climbs into the car, dried leaves stuck in his hair.

"Hold on, you've got some leaves in your hair," Champ giggles, reaching over to Team and gingerly picking out the leaves. He scoots closer, trying to get a better look through the dark car. Champ is so focused on fishing out the last leaf, that he doesn't realize how close Team's face is to his.

"Got it," Champ chirps with a grin, brushing the last of the leaves out of Team's hair.

"Champ," Team says softly, making Champ freeze. The latter turns his head to the side, breath hitching when he sees how close his mate is.

Their connection hums with the satisfaction of the pair of mates being so close; anticipation lingering in the air as their lips are only inches apart.

"Te—" Champ gets cut off when Team closes the distance between them, pressing their lips together. Champ hums in surprise before relaxing into the mate bond, his eyes fluttering shut.

Team moves his lips slowly against Champ's, pushing past the awkwardness of kissing his best friend and focusing on the fulfillment of tasting his mate.

Champ deepens the kiss, introducing his tongue to Team's mouth. The action causes both of them to moan in delight, rubbing their tongues together.

The car suddenly feels like it's on fire, and the two are left gasping for air as a newfound wave of heated desire washes over them.

"Shit," Team groans in between kisses, his pants already becoming too tight. He knew this would happen at some point, but he didn't expect it to be this abrupt. "I think— ah, I think this is the heat."

"Mhm," Champ hums in agreement, gripping the front of Team's shirt to pull him closer. His skin feels like it's on fire, and every caress of Team's hands makes it more and more impossible for him to let go. "I told you this would happen eventually."

"Isn't it tacky to do this on the first date?" Team smirks against Champ's lips, although he shows no signs of stopping either.

"Shut up and kiss me," Champ growls, pressing his lips harder to Team's. He swings a leg over Team's lap, straddling him in the confined space of the car.

Team grasps Champ's ass, kneading roughly and making Champ moan loudly. He moves to slip his hands down the back of his slacks, but suddenly stops with a frustrated groan.

"Shit, we don't any of the things we need to do this," Team pants breathlessly. Champ furrows his brows in confusion before realization kicks in, and he curses under his breath.

"Where's the closest market?"

Team grins up at Champ, pressing a kiss to his forehead before Champ scrambles back into the passenger seat. Team quickly locates the nearest shop, speeding over there with urgency.

He prays to the Moon that no one notices his raging boner as he dashes into the store, picking out the first bottle of lube and packet of condoms he sees.

Within a second after getting back into the car, Team finds himself getting mauled by an extremely riled up Champ, who had been whimpering in the car alone as the heat rolled over him.

"Your place?" Team asks as he sets the shopping bag in the backseat.

"No, my family is home," Champ shakes his head, looking at Team with wide, hopeful eyes. "What about your house?"

"My family is there too," Team half-groans, half-growls. Champ whimpers, looking between both their straining erections and feeling resolved.

"Fuck it. Go park somewhere dark."

Team's eyes widen. "Are you serious?"

"Well I'm not going home with the erection from hell and waking up with the blue balls of the century," Champ scoffs.

"Oookay, if you say so," Team draws out, as if he wasn't secretly excited that Champ decided to keep going.

Team pulls the car into an ill-lit parking lot next to an abandoned park. Champ beams at him before scrambling into the backseat. Team chuckles, following Champ close behind.

They quickly become tangled together in the backseat, hands wandering and erections grinding against each other.

Champ slips his hand down the front of Team's pants, groaning at the feeling of his heavy cock in his hand. The heat has caused Team's tip to already become slick with precum, a fact that makes Champ purr.

Team eagerly tugs down Champ's pants and underwear, leaving him in just his shirt. Pushing Champ's thighs up to his chest, his cock pulses at the sight of Champ's puckered hole.

Reaching down to the bag that had been knocked onto the car floor, Champ pulls out the lube and condoms, raising an eyebrow at Team.

"Strawberry flavored lube and..." Champ reads the labels, amusement lacing his tone, "extra ribbed condoms?"

"I just grabbed the first ones I saw," Team mumbles, cheeks pinkening.

Champ smirks at his adorable embarrassed mate. "Are you going to put the strawberry lube to good use?"

The embarrassment washes away as Team smiles slyly at Champ, popping open the bottle of scented lube and pouring it into his fingers. He strokes his hand up and down Champ's shaft, causing little whimpers to escape.

Team adjusts in the backseat until he's able to reach Champ's cock with his mouth. He sucks in the swollen head, humming at the combined taste of precum and strawberries.

The cramped space of the car makes it difficult for Team to lower his head any more, leading him to grasp Champ's hips and raising him up to meet his mouth.

"Holy shit," Champ's eyes roll back as Team swirls his tongue around his cock.

With Champ distracted, Team slips a lubed finger past his tight ring. Champ grimaces, trying to stay focused on the pleasure of Team's mouth on his cock.

Team continues to carefully prep his mate until he's able to slide three fingers in and out of ease. He shimmies his pants down and scoots closer to Champ.

"Fuck!" Team yelps when he smacks his head against the roof of the car. He growls in frustration at how difficult it is to maneuver in the backseat. "Get in the front seat. On your stomach."

Champ tilts his head quizzically but does what Team says, climbing into the front passenger seat and laying on his stomach. Team pulled the lever on the side of the seat, lowering the back of the seat until Champ was nearly laying down flat.

After applying some lube to his own erection, Team climbed behind Champ, pressing his chest to Champ's back.

"Ooh goddess," Champ moans lowly as Team pushes his cock into him.

Team gives Champ a minute to adjust before he starts rolling his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into Champ's hole. Champ clutches the seat, gasped moans spilling from his lips when Team begins to thrust harder.

"Oh fuck, Team!!" Champ cries out when Team's cock brushes against his prostate.

"You feel so warm," Team grunts through clenched teeth. "I didn't expect it, ah, to be this warm and soft..." Realization settles and Team's eyes widen. "Shit, I forgot to put on the condom. Here, let me pull out and I'll—"

"I swear if you pull out when I'm this close, I'm going to kill you," Champ threatens with a glare. He pushes his ass back, taking Team deeper and making them both groan.

Team reaches his hand up next to Champ's head, holding onto the seat as he plunges himself in and out of Champ's hole. Champ attempts to muffle his cries by pressing his open mouth against the seat.

"Fuck, harder!" Champ pleads, followed by a choked yelp when Team begins to jackhammer his cock in his channel. Team's moans increase in volume by the way Champ's hole sucks him in so perfectly; his walls clenching around him invitingly.

"I'm close," Team warns breathlessly.

"Me too, please don't stop," Champ mewls pleadingly, his cock aching with the need for release.

"Don't worry, baby, I've got you," Team promises as he slams into Champ's prostate, making the latter scream as he hits his high, his body shaking violently. His hand slams against the foggy window as he cums onto the seat.

Team pulls out, pumping his cock quickly before shooting his cum onto Champ's back. Team's canines extend on instinct, brushing against Champ's shoulder. Before he can bite down, Champ reaches behind him and covers Team's mouth with his hand.

Team rolls onto the other seat, sweat trickling down his forehead to his chest. Champ lays on his side, breathing heavily as the heat dissipates.

"Why didn't you want me to mark you?" Team questions, trying not to let his hurt seep through his voice. Not that it's much use though, as Champ can easily pick up on whatever Team is feeling.

"It's not that I didn't want you to mark me," Champ assures in a quiet voice. "It's just..."

"Just what?"

Champ sighs. "You said you didn't want us to mark each other unless we were in love. And... I'm fine with waiting until you're ready."

Team's eyes soften as his heart flutters. "Thank you," his whispered words full of emotion. Champ smiles and leans over, pecking Team on the lips. "We can still have sex though, right?"

Champ laughs loudly, shoving Team's shoulder. "Of course, dummy. Like you'd be able to resist all this after getting a taste."

"You know me too well, baby," Team grins before realizing what he said, his cheeks flushing pink.

A smile slowly spreads across Champ's face. "Baby, huh?" Team stammers, wishing he could shove the word back in his mouth. "I like it," Champ says brightly, making Team smile as he relaxes.

***

The two deepened their relationship as the months went by, beginning to see each other more as lovers than friends.

Despite the initial shocked reactions they received from their friends, it doesn't deter the couple from going public with their relationship.

In fact, to celebrate being together for 8 months, Team planned a surprise for his mate. He leads Champ down the dirt pathway, hands covering his eyes to keep Champ from peeking.

"You're going to murder me, aren't you?" Champ guesses as he blindly reaches forward. "This is how I die."

Team chuckles as they continue to walk. "Drama queen. We're almost there."

"Why am I the queen? Is it because I bottom most of the time? If that's the case—"

"We're both queens, now shut up," Team cuts off his idiotic boyfriend. They pull to a stop, and Team presses a kiss to Champ's cheek. "Are you ready?"

"Bring it on."

Team removes his hands from Champ's eyes, watching in delight as his mate's eyes widen.

"Team," Champ starts cautiously. "Is that...?"

"Our new home," Team confirms as he wraps his arms around Champ, facing the small cobblestone house on the outskirts of the pack.

Tears fill Champ's eyes, heart beating erratically with adoration for his perfect mate. Champ turns around and jumps into Team's arms, winding his arms and legs around Team and hugging him tightly.

"I'm guessing this means you like it," Team chuckles, holding Champ under his thighs to keep him in place.

"Love. I love it," Champ corrects, pulling back to look at his boyfriend with watery eyes. "I... I love you."

"Oh, baby, I love you so much," Team breathes out before crashing his lips to Champ's. Walking forward, Team carries Champ into their new home. When he tries to set him down, Champ tightens his hold on Team.

"Baby, don't you want to see the house?" Team asks amusedly.

"I can see it later. I just want you..." Champ says, pressing their foreheads together. "I want to complete the mating process."

With that final statement, Team dashes into the bedroom before tossing his giggling mate onto the bed. Giggles turn into moans as clothing is tossed away until the two are rolling around on the bed, bodies intertwined.

The smell of sweat and sex fills the room as the couple makes love for hours on end, whispering sweet words of affirmation throughout the night.

Once their bodies begin to feel spent, on the verge of their sixth climaxes, Team extends his canines and sinks his teeth into Champ's shoulder. Champ's back arches beautifully as he cums, biting down onto Team's shoulder.

They lap at each other's marks before pulling back to smile at each other, leaning in for a soft, tender kiss.

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I was super tempted to write a whole fuckin book about these two, but I had to remind myself that I already have waaaayyy too many works going on lmao

I haven't written in 3rd person in a while! It was a fun challenge for me

Only one more extra to go! Still trying to get my mind to shift from gay smut to hetero smut, so this should be interesting

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-Gumbie