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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]

[ Derek snorts at that, just a little. ] Whatever you say.

[ He nuzzles at Stiles' neck, then, kissing softly at his pulse point, taking in his scent. ]

[skybluejeep]

Nnngh...oh wow...

[He strains his body toward Derek's before forcing himself still. Just that one little kiss is making him very, very horny.]

Don't stop? Please?

[garou]

Stiles... [ And he trails off when that spike of arousal hits his nostrils, pulling back. He keeps his grip firm, though -- he's done with misunderstandings for the night. ] I'm... if that's all you want from me--

[skybluejeep]

What? What. No!

[Stiles pulls back too, horrified.]

No! Oh my god, Derek. No. I am really attracted to you, yes. But this isn't just...one night and wham bam thank you Mister. I don't do that. Do you really think I'd be that upset just because I wasn't getting in your pants? Holy crap, no. I want to be with you. Tonight, tomorrow night, all the stupid fights and you not using your words and you getting annoyed at me and me getting annoyed at you and being here for each other and together and oh my god do I really come across like that?

[garou]

[ And, alright, he feels a little guilty for assuming that, but— ] It wouldn't be the first time.

[skybluejeep]

[Oh god. A jolt of grief shoots through him, and he sits up properly, taking Derek's face in his hands.]

Derek. I would never, ever. Ever. Do that to you. Don't you get it, Grumpy? I'm nuts about you. Whatever you need...whatever you need to feel comfortable, it's yours. Even...even if it's not making out or doing anything. Seriously. Look at me, Derek. You've been listening in on my emotions for weeks now.

Listen in now.

[And every word is the hand-to-god truth. Stiles' heartbeat is elevated, yes, but that's from their activities. His arousal is overwhelming, yes. But it's tempered by genuine love and concern for his wolf.]

[garou]

[ Derek closes his eyes and presses his forehead to Stiles', relaxing under his touch, nodding his head. ] Okay.

[skybluejeep]

Remember that night? At the pool?

[In between every sentence, he's stealing little kisses again, now that they're so close.

And you said 'You don't trust me, I don't trust you.' You were wrong. I did trust you. Still do.

I hope someday you can learn to trust me.

[garou]

[ Derek kisses him softly in response, curling a hand into Stiles' hair. He wants to. He wants to trust him so badly, and he's going to try, but he can't promise that. He knows he can't. ] I'm sorry.

[skybluejeep]

Hey. Stop. After everything you've been through? It's a miracle you're not a basket case. I would have crumbled if I'd had to deal with all that shit.

[He tilts his hand into Derek's touch, and smiles softly at him.]

We're all works in progress, you know? I'll still be here.

[garou]

[ To be honest, Derek is surprised he hasn't, either. It's all he knows how to do, though, pick himself back up and keep trudging on despite everything that gets thrown at him.

He wonders, idly, how long Stiles will be there, and then tells himself not to think about it. He can worry about it later. Be selfish for once, Cora had said. So he is.

He noses at Stiles neck again, nodding. ] Can I stay?

[skybluejeep]

The night?

[Stiles' voice jumps an octave in surprise, and need, and want. And before he realizes he's doing it, he's nodding quickly and grinning.]

Hell yes! Sleepover time. In my bed. Oh wow. Yes. Hell to the yes, a million times yes and are you tired now? Cuz we can move this upstairs now.

[garou]

[ He actually gets a smile out of Derek for that, a quirk of his mouth that meets his eyes. ] Not tired, but... we could watch those movies?

[skybluejeep]

Don't. Move.

[Stiles is up a breath later, darting to his network terminal, robe flapping out behind him like a flag in a high wind. He's fumbling with the iPod, and the connection cables, and then...

Well. That's the opening shot of Lion King right there. NAAAAAAAnts ingonyama bagithi Baba...

And then Stiles all but leaps back onto the couch, instantly snuggling up against Derek.]

[garou]

[ Derek gives him a look, because the Lion King? Really? He hesitates for a moment, and then puts his arm around Stiles, leaning back into him, eyes trained on the television. ] What other ones do you have on there?

[skybluejeep]

Most of 'em. All the major ones.

But you said this was your favorite so I put it on.

[He snuggles into Derek's side, pulling his knees up to his chest, and slips one arm around Derek's waist, pressed in between him and the sofa.]

[garou]

[ He huffs out an amused breath of air. ] Yeah, it is. Thanks.

[skybluejeep]

You're welcome.

[He rests his head on Derek's shoulder, and takes a chance: he hooks one finger into the collar of Derek's henley, pulls it gently aside, and kisses his neck before letting go.]

[garou]

[ Derek flushes faintly, the skin where Stiles' lips pressed burning hot. It sent little shock waves down his nerves, all the way to his fingers, and he pressed closer to Stiles, grip tightening just a tad. ]

[skybluejeep]

[Stiles smirks, making the mental memo with with words O RLY in bright neon.

A beat.

And then as Simba is being introduced to the world, Stiles leans back up and kisses the same spot again. Slower. With his mouth slack against Derek's skin, warm and wet.]

[garou]

[ Derek lets out a low noise, turning just enough so he can bury his nose in Stiles' hair, grabbing at Stiles and pulling him closer. ]

You really shouldn't.. [ he murmurs, his entire body hot. ] Do that.

[skybluejeep]

No?

...Do you want me to stop?

[It's a serious question, but his lips are still barely touching Derek's skin, and his breath is hot against his throat.]

[garou]

[ He shivers, a little involuntarily, eyes closed. ] No. This... this is fine.

[skybluejeep]

Okay. Tell me if you want me to stop.

[And his lips latch back on. He's not trying to leave a bruise, he's just trying to make Derek shiver more. So the very tip of his tongue should help along with that, right?

For somebody without experience, Stiles seems to be taking to it pretty quick.]

[garou]

[ Derek lets out a little whimper, digging his fingers into Stiles' hip. He drags the younger boy into his lap, pulling him away from his neck, and looks at him for a long moment with wide, pupil blown eyes, before leaning in to kiss him hard and messy, fingers pressed at the small of Stiles' back. ]