Sciles AU: Surfer!Scott + Mer!Stiles
“So you’re taking this surprisingly well.”
“Do you want me to freak out?”
“No, but it would be understandable, Scotty. I don’t know who you’ve been dating, but for most people, it’s not everyday your boyfriend tells you that he’s not freakin’ human, you know.”
“I always knew you were special,” shrugs Scott with an endearingly lopsided smile. He bobs in the water, a soft wave rolling fresh water over the board tucked under one arm. “I just didn’t realize that entailed an actual fish tail. Plus, my last girlfriend was a kitsune, so…”
“What?” Stiles’ tail swishes excitedly in the water, scales glimmering. “Dude, that’s awesome! I’ve read about them, but I wasn’t sure if they were real. I can’t believe you’ve never told me this before.”
“Sorry for not telling my boyfriend-who-I-thought-was-human about my Japanese-fox-spirit-ex-girlfriend and sounding like a crazy person?” Scott hauls himself up to straddle the board, and Stiles moves to rest his upper body on the smooth surface beside Scott’s thigh. The sun weakly spills over the cool, morning clouds to drape Scott’s shoulders with thin warmth he can barely feel through his wetsuit.
“Good, you should be,” grins Stiles, affectionately nudging Scott’s side with his shoulder.
Scott admires the gleam of Stiles’ slick hair, the familiar warmth in his eyes, the ripple of lean muscles as he leans into Scott. Scott can’t help bending down to press their lips together in a kiss that tastes of sea salt and crisp air.
“Not that I don’t love kissing you,” Stiles mumbles against Scott’s lips, “but this angle is kind of killing my neck—oh!”
Stiles grips Scott’s arms with a surprised yelp as his boyfriend grasps him by the waist to hoist him out of the water. Stiles plops down on the wobbling board, tail dangling in the water. He clings to Scott, who laughs and obligingly holds Stiles close while the board evens itself out. Even with Stiles’ flashy red scales, they’re far enough out that Scott isn’t worried about anyone seeing them.
Scott cups Stiles’ cheek and rubs their noses together because he’s smiling too much to kiss properly. “Better?” His thumb brushes comforting circles where Stiles’ skin seamlessly slides into glossy scales.
“Everything’s better with you,” Stiles agrees, wrapping his arms around Scott’s neck. “Although I still can’t believe you don’t like sushi. That will forever be a bone in contention marring our otherwise perfect relationship.”
Scott makes a face. “You try eating a mouthful of wasabi sometime, and tell me how it is.”
“It was one bad experience!” Stiles exclaims, throwing his hands in the air and nearly toppling into the water. “Don’t let that ruin all sushi for you. You haven’t even tried the good stuff yet; sashimi is a life-changer, dude. Like a fishy orgasm in your mouth, but ten times better than that description made it sound, I swear.”
Scott stifles a fond giggle against Stiles’ neck and doesn’t even mind that it smells like tuna.