IC Contact Post For Tushanshu & Nematon

[skybluejeep]

 

Hi, you've reached the Stud Muffin. Can't answer the phone right now. Why are you even calling? Texting. Wave of the future.

BLEEP.
 

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Comments

[skybluejeep]

I never said she wasn't difficult. She's Lydia. It's part of her charm.

[Yup. He will always always always have a thing for Lydia Martin, he really will.]

[garou]

Charm. Right. [ Derek knows this, and it's why he's trying to encourage Stiles to seek romance elsewhere. Lydia's better for Stiles, he thinks. Better than him, anyway. ]

[skybluejeep]

[He just rolls his eyes again.]

Seriously, you two have a lot in common. You both love to read. I'll bet you twenty julaan that you've both got a lot of the same books in your libraries. You're both killer smart. And you both want to strangle Peter with piano wire.

[garou]

You sound like you want me to date her.

[skybluejeep]

Dear god no. Never date Lydia Martin. I wouldn't know which way was up.

[garou]

I would never date Lydia Martin. So you don't have to worry about vertigo.

[skybluejeep]

[Although now he might very well have some fantasies about Derek and Lydia. Together. With him. Naked. Heh.]

Good. I don't need to get dizzy that way.

[garou]

[ Derek just looks at him funny, because he can smell that arousal, there, Stiles. ]

[skybluejeep]

[He clears his throat and ignores the look. Stop sniffing him when he's horny, you jerk.]

[garou]

[ Hard not to when he's sitting all up in Derek's grill. ] So... you're feeling alright then?

[skybluejeep]

[Yeah but....your face.]

Me? I'm great. Nothing some pain meds and ice won't help.

[garou]

Good. [ Derek stands up, and hesitates. ] If... you do actually get dizzy or something. Tell me.

[skybluejeep]

[He whimpers, actually whimpers when Derek pulls away and stands up. But then he controls himself and sits back.]

...Okay. I'm fine. No concussion or anything. Just a fat lip. I've been hit worse on the lacrosse field. But thanks.

[garou]

I'm serious. Head injuries aren't something to fuck around with, Stiles.

[skybluejeep]

Derek. I'm fine. Really.

Look, do your wolfy mojo on me, see if you can take any pain from me. If it'll make you feel better.

[garou]

No, I don't need to do that. Just... be careful. Alright?

[skybluejeep]

Okay. I will.

...You sure you don't want to stick around? I'll go get us some dinner. We can read together or something.

[garou]

...you want to hang out. With me.

[skybluejeep]

Yes.

Would you like it in Spanish? Si, Señor.

[garou]

[ Flatly. ] Mis libros son todos en casa.

[skybluejeep]

[There's a long, long pause, and that scent of arousal? Oh, it spikes big time.]

That. Is. Amazing. Since when do you speak Spanish?!

[garou]

[ He willfully ignores because he's actually super proud, okay? He smirks. ] Desde que supe cómo.

[skybluejeep]

Okay. New project. I'm gonna call it Help Stiles Pass His Spanish Elective When We Get Back Home.

I mean, I already am passing, but now you're gonna be my ace in the hole.

[garou]

If you're passing, why do you need my help?

[skybluejeep]

Because I'll remember it so much better with your voice dropping vocabulary words on me.

Whisper sweet Spanish nothings in my ear, hermano.