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[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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[garou]

Good to know I'm special.

[skybluejeep]

Yeah you are.

[He loops one leg over Derek's that easy grin still on his face.]

You're the first person I'll ever share a bed with. Hell yeah you're special to me.

[garou]

You're a virgin? [ He's surprised by this! ]

[skybluejeep]

Um. Yes. Come on, I only gripe about it all the freakin' time.

[But then he sees the look on Derek's face, and his heart sinks.]

Oh my god, you really didn't know that.

[garou]

I just thought... by now. [ Because when he was that age, he and all his friends were doing it. ]

[skybluejeep]

Yeah, well. Like I said, nobody wanted me back.

I didn't exactly have a line around the block to tap this ass.

[garou]

That's crazy. [ He huffs. ] Erica wanted you. You probably just didn't notice.

[skybluejeep]

Erica. Who never said a word to me ever until she was a wolf. How was I supposed to notice?

And can we not talk about this subject while we're cuddled up in bed together? After an epic make-out session and now we both have boners? Please?

[garou]

...Alright. [ Surprisingly enough, he relents, growing quiet. ]

[skybluejeep]

Thank you.

[He's quiet for a moment too, his fingers doodling little circles on Derek's chest.]

...Promise me you won't be weird about it? When the time comes and we decide we wanna do it?

[garou]

Well, I want you to be sure. [ He sighs, laying back on the mattress and looking up at the ceiling. ] It's... easy. To regret. No one should have to regret.

[skybluejeep]

That's why I agreed that it's not happening tonight. Remember?

[He tilts his head next to Derek's, staring at his profile.]

But I promise, Derek. I won't regret being with you.

[garou]

[ Stiles says that now, when he's still enamored of Derek, still sees something in him that Derek doesn't. It won't last. He knows it won't. But he doesn't have the heart to tell him that, either. ] Alright.

[skybluejeep]

...You're being broody and distant again. Knock it off.

[He leans up and kisses Derek softly, once.]

We'll know when it's time. Okay? And in the meantime, I'll take lots of cold showers and think of Coach Finstock in a Lady Gaga outfit.

[garou]

[ Derek actually flinches at that. ] Thanks, now I'm going to have to see that image every time I close my eyes.

[skybluejeep]

Welcome to my brain. It's a dark and horrible place. There are badgers.

You should see what I come up with when I don't have my meds. It ain't pretty.

[garou]

[ Derek gives him a pointed look. ] I'll bet.

[skybluejeep]

And you liiiiiike me~

[He sing-songs it, grinning again as he cuddles closer.]

[garou]

I've also been hit in the head a lot. [ But he's cuddling him closer anyway. ]

[skybluejeep]

I was gonna say. Clearly you're suffering from some sort of debilitating brain worm.

...Can werewolves heal from parasitic infestations?

[garou]

Considering it's a parasite, probably not.

[skybluejeep]

Probably not?

You don't even know. Derek, you're supposed to be my walking werewolf wikipedia! Come on!

[garou]

[ Derek rolls his eyes. ] Stiles. It's a parasite. Remove it, and yes, I can heal it, more than likely. I've never had it happen to me or anyone I know, though, so I don't know. [ A sigh. ] It's not like there's... a symposium or a convention or something that we all go to, to compare notes on things.

[skybluejeep]

[This is the sexiest conversation ever. But it is distracting him from wanting to jump Derek's bones.]

There should be. A yearly get together. All the wolves in a convention center in Las Vegas. During the new moon. Vegas is crazy, but not werewolf crazy.

But that does make sense. Okay, duly noted, memo to self.

[garou]

Because getting us all cooped up in one area on the new moon is a great idea, thanks for that. [ Did that come out a little more bitter than he intended? Probably. ]