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.
 

((Please label threads as belonging to Tushanshu or Nematon please.))

Comments

[garou]

[ It was public! He was curious because she had said she was Isaac's friend! Still not the point!!

Derek sighs, setting his jaw. ] I'm not trying, I am.

[skybluejeep]

No you haven't!

[Oops, we've added frustration to the mix. They really are bad at communicating. Not boding well at all.]

You've said you were wrong about something vague and god only knows what that could mean, and then you said you felt bad because I thought with my dick instead of my head, and then you said you didn't want me asking a girl out to dinner. And that's it. I have literally zero idea what you're trying to tell me right now, Derek!

[garou]

I like you! [ He spits it out, practically a yell, and he instantly regrets it because that was not how he wanted Stiles to hear that. He doesn't know how he wanted it to happen, but not like that, not said in frustration. He huffs a frustrated sigh out of his nose, looking away, the tips of his ears burning. ]

[skybluejeep]

[And that? Is like a kick in the gut. At first, he's not sure he heard him right. But then, he just gapes stupidly at Derek, like he's about to spontaneously combust.]

Wait. ...What? You like me?

Like...like me like me? Or are you...? Oh my god...

[garou]

[ Derek's too annoyed and riled up now, too frustrated that he has to spell it out for Stiles, and that it's his own fault that he has to. So he acts on instinct:

He reaches out and grabs Stiles by the shirt and hauls him in for a kiss. It's brief, dry, and pretty chaste, all things considered, but he doesn't pull far when he releases Stiles' mouth, speaking in a whisper. ] Yes. I like you like you.

[skybluejeep]

[When Derek grabs him, his entire body goes pliant, and he lets himself be dragged close. And when that kiss lands, he's gone. It's like all the misery and self-loathing he's been carrying for a month vanishes instantly, and he sighs easily, dreamily.]

...Oh.

Okay.

[garou]

[ Derek rolls his eyes, and he's blushing now, frowning at Stiles. ] Okay?

[skybluejeep]

[That blush is the most amazing thing Stiles has ever seen, and he feels his own face going a little hot as well.]

Yeah.

Do that again?

[garou]

[ Derek frowns, but leans in again, kissing him with a little more purpose this time, soft and gentle. ]

[skybluejeep]

[He has been fantasizing about this for ages. He'd expected Derek to take charge, but no. This was sweet, and tender, and gentle and that's just too much for Stiles to stand. He melts into the kiss, giving as good as he's getting, letting Derek steer for now. And when they finally part, he sighs quietly.]

So that's what it's supposed to be like.

[His voice is dreamy, and distant. He's over the moon, obviously.]

[garou]

Yeah. [ He replies, soft and maybe a little unsure. ] It is.

[ He's hesitant to touch, even though he thinks he can, now, that it's alright to do so. He reaches up and strokes Stiles' cheek with the back of his fingers, watching him intently. ] You alright?

[skybluejeep]

[Stiles has the biggest, silliest grin on his face, and he tilts his head into Derek's touch, chasing it and needing more of it.]

Never better. Wow.

[He finally looks up, and reaches up tentatively with his own hand, before hesitating.]

May I?

[garou]

Yeah. [ He nods. ] Go ahead.

[skybluejeep]

[It might take a while for that to stop, the asking permission. But now that he has it, he reaches up and cups Derek's jaw with one long-fingered hand. And he's stroking his thumb along his cheekbone.]

So. Wow. You really like me. I thought...I didn't know you. Um. Swung that way.

[garou]

[ Derek leans into it, loves the contact, turns his face enough to press his lips to Stiles' palm. ] I don't. [ And that came out wrong, so he quickly follows up. ] I just... you. Just you.

[skybluejeep]

...Oh wow.

[That? Is probably the most romantic thing anybody's ever said to him. He can't help himself, he leans in and steals another kiss, quick but not entirely dry.]

I...wow. You want me. You want. Me? Oh my god.

[garou]

[ He's flushing again a little bit, glancing off to the side. ] Yeah. You. You're... everywhere.

[skybluejeep]

Not yet, big guy.

[He's smirking at that, and stepping in even closer, his fingers leaving Derek's face, trailing down his arm, and then hooking into one of his belt loops.]

Okay. Seriously. We need to have a serious, long talk about so many things. But...but right now I want to take you to my couch, and make out with you.

[garou]

[ Derek actually huffs out a laugh at that, a real one, that reaches his eyes, letting himself be pulled. ] Is that so?

[skybluejeep]

Yeah. Oh yeah. I've been pining after you for the better part of two months, Derek. And I'm going to show you just how much.

[He yanks lightly on that belt loop, intent on dragging his hot and sexy werewolf maybe-boyfriend over to a horizontal surface.]

[garou]

[ Derek falls onto the couch, sitting up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk. ] Only two months?

[skybluejeep]

Only two months since I started pining.

I've had a crush on you way longer than that.

[Since Derek's on his back, Stiles makes the decision to slide in next to him, on his side. The couch is just wide enough for both of them...unless somebody gets on top. Heh.]

So. Can I just...touch you? Please?

[garou]

[ Derek nods, running his hand over Stiles' hip to the small of his back, and pulls him flush to his body. ] Yeah. You can.

[skybluejeep]

[As Derek pulls him closer, Stiles lets out a little happy whimper, and starts playing. He lets his fingers wander up and down Derek's chest, over his shirt for now. Good lord. He can trace every muscle under his shirt. He moans, not believing this is real.]

Oh, gawd.

[garou]

[ Derek pulls his head back, the pad of his thumb rubbing a soft circle into the fabric of Stiles' shirt. ] You alright?