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"How much longer?" Scott complained.
Stiles sighed. "Scott, baby, its like an eight hour drive. We've only been on the road for two hours."
Scott was slightly annoying him so he called him 'baby' to annoy him in return. They didn't use cliche pet names for each other. Only when messing around.
"Can I at least find something on the radio?"
"Knock yourself out." Scott reached for the radio dial. "Just no Lady Gaga."
Scott pouted.
Next thing Stiles knew, Scott was bursting his eardrums by screeching, "THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!"
It was gonna be a looooong drive.
They were on their way to Vegas for a few days during their spring break. Both of their birthdays had long since happened but this trip was their present for one another in a way. It was a pact they made the day they graduated high school. When they were old enough to legally drink and/or gamble, they would take a weekend trip to Vegas.. (Even if Scott couldn't get drunk.) Sure it wasn't actually on their birthdays because they hadn't had the chance to get away, but actually going through with the trip was the main point.
After graduating, they went to Beacon Hills Community College for two years. The pack sort of split up temporarily after graduation. The twins stuck around but didn't go to college. Cora was continuing to take online courses from home. Isaac was at BHCC with them. Kira and Allison both went to the University of Beacon Hills. Lydia was accepted into a very good college and they talked her into going. But she returned during every break to check up on them and make sure they hadn't died. Scott, Stiles and Allison decided to stay in town because they felt as though they couldn't leave, what with the whole nemeton sacrifice thing.
When their two years at BHCC were up, Scott and Stiles headed over to UBH with Isaac to join Allison and Kira. Just to have the full college experience, they decided to live on campus for at least a semester. It was kind of an amazing experience, so the one semester turned into their entire junior year.. But like most things, it had ups and downs. The upside was that they were on campus and just had an awesome time. The downside was the super hearing. Sure they could turn it off, and Stiles' wasn't as good as Scott's, but still, when the people around them were having sex, it was very audible.
Scott and Stiles were the only two pack members living on campus. Isaac, Kira, and Allison spent so much time in their dorm room with them, there were rumors up and down the hall of orgies in their room. They weren't bad rumors though. And the people certainly had no room to talk after some of the things Scott and Stiles both heard.. and smelled. Like someone in their hall smoking weed at least once a week. They embraced it. Stiles yelled "I love you!" to the girls when they leave his room together often.
Halfway through the trip, they switched seats. Scott insisted that he drive and give Stiles a break. Stiles agreed at the first mention. They pulled off at a rest stop for a quick bathroom break.
"Are we there yet?" Stiles asked after an hour.
Scott cut his eyes at Stiles to see him grinning. "Dick."
"Want road head?" Stiles blurted out.
"Huh?" Scott turned to look at him.
"You said 'dick' and it make me think about it. I could suck your dick while you're driving. That okay?"
Scott looked horrified. "What?? Someone might see!"
Stiles scoffed. "If someone sees me sucking you off, they obviously shouldn't be driving because they're not paying attention to the road."
He didn't even wait for a response before he was reaching over and undoing Scott's jeans. Stiles pulled him out and went for it. He managed to drag it out for an hour or more. It certainly made the drive interesting. He'd drag Scott to the edge and stop. There were very few cars around them, so it went smoothly. A large truck caught up with them at one point and the person in the passenger's seat was staring, she knew what was happening. Scott just smiled and nodded his head at her and kept driving.
It was early evening by time they got to their hotel. They saved up for this trip for a few years, so they were able to get rooms in a pretty good hotel. The first thing they did after dropping their stuff off in their room was change and go down to the pool. Night one was a night of relaxing. What they didn't know what that the hotel had a poolside bar.
The two of them swam up and ordered a drink. Scott busy taking in their surroundings when the bartender put their drinks down on the bar. Their drinks were fruity and screw anyone who looked at them funny. Fruity drinks were not girly.
"Dude, look, there's a hot tub over there and its empty. We should totally get in, I've never been in one before," Scott said.
"Sounds good to me!"
They waded through the shallow water around the bar and headed for the empty hot tub with their drinks. Both of them ended up making obscene noises once they got in. A young couple was in the pool a few feet away and they laughed at them.
When their drinks were finished, Stiles volunteered to go get them some more. While he was gone, Scott noticed he was starting to feel a little funny. Like it was harder to focus. He assumed it was because he was tired and thought nothing else of it. It got worst the more he drank, though he was beyond the point of noticing. Stiles finally thought it was best to get him out of the hot tub out of fear that Scott would slip under the water and drown.
They ended up sitting at the bar again, but on the side not surrounded by water. Stiles seemed to be the responsible one and didn't drink a whole lot. He still had a nice buzz going on as he asked for a glass of water for Scott and had to force him to drink it. He ordered himself another drink though.
"Do you.. do you know what peoples do here?" Scott slurred.
"In Vegas?" Scott nodded. "Gamble?"
"Yassss!" Yeah he actually said it exactly like that. "But not what I mean. People get," he glanced around and whispered, "married."
Stiles blinked in confusion. "Are you asking me to marry you, right here? While we're in Vegas?"
Scott pouted. "You don't wanna marry me?"
"No! I do.. but you haven't even proposed to me yet.. And I haven't proposed to you. I'm a bit unclear on how that works with two guys."
Scott lit up a little. "Waiter! Bar dude person!" he called. The bartender came over with a raised eyebrow. "Do you have some aluma.. alumina?" He seemed to give up trying to say it.
"What?" the bartender asked, extremely confused.
"I think he means aluminum foil. Sorry, he's never been drunk before. He doesn't know how to handle it."
The bartender rummaged under the counter and pulled out a box of foil. "Knock yourself out."
Stiles watched as Scott ripped some aluminum foil off of the role. He ripped his finger open as well and may have muttered "owie." The look of concentration on his face was completely adorable. After a long time, he asked for Stiles' finger to measure it. Then he was done and there was a lone aluminum foil ring in the palm of his hand.
Scott climbed down from his seat and got down on his knee. He wobbled a little and Stiles was ready to make sure he didn't fall.
"Stiles, marry me? Like tonight? Pweeeeease?"
"Yes," he said. "A thousand times yes." Okay, maybe Stiles had a little more to drink than he thought because he should've said no for the time being. But instead he said yes. Anyway, who was he to deny those cute puppy dog eyes.
Scott put the crappy ring on his finger and then kissed him. It was pretty slobbery. Almost like being kissed by a dog. And that wasn't meant to be a dog joke.
"Bar dude!" Scott called again. The bartender came over, annoyed. "Where can we get married? Like this minute."
He really wanted to get rid of them because he pointed them in the direction of a sketchy chapel that seemed to be open all night. It was two blocks from the hotel.. They staggered though the semi-crowded street in flip-flops, tank tops and swimming trunks. Yes, they were going to get married in beachy type clothes.
Scott groaned the next morning because his head was pounding and the sunlight streaming through the window didn't help. Stiles was gone, which was weird. He wasn't worried though. He was contemplating whether he needed to get down on his knees and hug the toilet when Stiles burst into the room.
"Scott?" he called.
Scott flinched. "In here."
Stiles grimaced when he stopped in the doorway. "You look like shit.. Come in here and sit." Scott obeyed. Stiles reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of aspirin and shook about six pills into his hand. "Take these." He handed him a cup of coffee.
"Thanks." He did as Stiles told him to. "How drunk was I last night?"
"Pretty drunk."
Then it hit him. "Wait, how did I get drunk?"
Stiles looked extremely guilty. "Lydia and I may have found a way to get you guys drunk last time she came home for a visit. I kept it secret because I wanted to surprise you. I spiked your drinks last night."
He'd never been drunk before and Stiles wanted to give him the opportunity at least once. He couldn't be mad at that.. "Oh, shit. That means I actually.." He grabbed Stiles' hand and sure enough, there was a foil ring on his finger. "Fuck! I actually proposed to you?"
Stiles frowned. "You don't want to marry me?"
"I do! Its just.. I was drunk and that's not even a real ring! Its aluminum foil!"
"First of all, I don't care. It's unique. Much better than you spending a lot of money on a ring. Plus, in case its escaped your notice, we're not normal. I want nothing about us to be normal, that includes your marriage proposal. That's why I loved it so much... Second, I'm glad you want to marry me because we did get married last night."
Scott blinked a few times. "Wait, what?"
Stiles nodded toward his hand and held up his own. Both of them had a gold ring on their finger. The engagement 'ring' was on the opposite hand.
"Shit! Shit shit shit," Scott exploded. "What in the hell? We can't have gotten married in Vegas. I mean, I love that I'm married to you, but we're going to die."
"My thoughts exactly. Our parents are going to eviscerate us." Scott groaned. "We'll get through this. Let them force us into a real wedding, anything, okay? It'll be fine. We'll even count that wedding as our real wedding and pretend this never happened afterward."
Scott kissed him, hard. "I love you," he said when he pulled away.
"I love you too.. I just don't love your hungover morning breath. Shower and brush your teeth. They have a huge breakfast buffet downstairs and I want to get back down there before the bacon is gone. It looked like the best bacon to ever bacon and I want to taste it.."
Within ten minutes, they were piling up their plates at the buffet. Stiles was right, the bacon did look like the best bacon ever. It tasted even better too.
"So, we got married? Right here in Vegas?"
"Yep," Stiles replied, popping the 'p.'
"Do you remember anything from last night? The getting married bit? I'm a little fuzzy on details. I barely remember proposing to you with a ring I made out of foil."
Stiles gave him a small frown. "Yeah, I remember. I wasn't as wasted as you, so I remember almost everything. My judgement wasn't the best though." Scott nodded for him to continue. "You're not gonna like it."
"Lay it on me."
Stiles heaved a sigh. "Well, I don't remember everything either, but you threatened to sink your teeth into a woman's throat if she didn't marry us. The guy that does the actual marrying ended up marrying us and sold us these rings for like forty bucks. Clearly not actually gold. I kind of remember him talking about paperwork being sent out this morning or something? So, I think we could go back and ask to have the paperwork ripped up before they send it," Stiles told him.
"Do you want to do that?" Scott was scared Stiles wanted to.
A shake of the head relieved him. "Technically it would be the right thing to do, but I don't want to. We spent the money. You're Scott Stilinski-McCall now."
"Thank God I'm not Scott Stilinski," Scott sighed. Stiles rolled his eyes. "Sorry."
"Its fine. We agreed on that last night. You said something along the lines of 'my last name is not becoming Stilinski. Scott Stilinski doesn't sound so good.' And then I said we should hyphenate because Stiles McCall sounds a little weird too. And McCall-Stilinski doesn't sound right."
"Good call."
When they got back to their room, Scott asked Stiles what he put in his drinks last night. Stiles rummaged in his bag and pulled out a vial of clear liquid.
"Its got some sort of wolfsbane in it."
Scott took it and flushed the contents down the toilet.
"Ask Lydia to forget how to make it. You do the same. I never want to be drunk again. I want to remember getting married. Who knows what could happen next time? I could snap and kill someone. Or expose myself."
"Agreed," Stiles agreed.
They enjoyed the rest of their trip without anymore alcohol. No more incidents were needed.