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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[garou]

[ Derek hums softly, closing his eyes. ] Ask me again later.

[skybluejeep]

[Now it's Stiles' turn to blush, his entire face and neck tinging red and splotchy. And then he laughs, just laughs because he's happy. That's a good thing to be right now.]

...I'm so glad you came over. I'm so glad you said it.

[garou]

[ Derek softens, and leans forward, resting their foreheads together. ] Yeah. Me, too.

[skybluejeep]

[He sits still, holding that pose with Derek, for a good long while. The movie plays in the background...and then he finally pulls back.]

Let's go to bed now. Please?

[garou]

Okay. [ He says it softly, moving to stand up. ]

[skybluejeep]

[His heart thumping loudly in his chest, Stiles is up after Derek immediately. He turns off the movie first...but then laces his fingers with Derek's as they make their way upstairs.

Holy crap. Derek likes him. Derek wants him back! This never happens...]

[garou]

[ Derek squeezes his hand gently, and when they make it to Stiles' room, only lets go long enough to divest himself of his shirt and his jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He crawls into the bed and settles himself on it, watching Stiles with rapt attention. ]

[skybluejeep]

[Talk about rapt attention. As Derek strips, Stiles freezes in the doorway of his room. Derek Hale is wearing nothing but really nice black boxers. And is laying in his bed. His jaw his hanging open and his eyes are huge and round.]

Oh my god.

[garou]

[ Derek pauses, and glances down at himself. ] ....what?

[skybluejeep]

...You. In my bed. Mostly naked.

If I told you how much I'd been dreaming about this we'd be here until next year.

[He peels off his robe with a gulp...and then drops his sweatpants. He's got on a pair of boxers as well, nowhere near as fancy as Derek's. But his t-shirt stays on. And he's suddenly come over all shy as he crawls in next to Derek.]

[garou]

[ He crowds up into Stiles' personal space the minute he's lying in the bed, grabbing him and drawing him close. ] You were dreaming about me?

[skybluejeep]

[Oof. Grabby werewolf! But he likes it, and he cuddles up just as close.]

Yeah. Day dreaming and dreaming dreaming. I told you, I wasn't messed up for no reason.

...You're so warm.

[garou]

[ Derek dips his head down, pressing his nose to Stiles' temple. ] Werewolves run hotter than humans.

[skybluejeep]

This summer is gonna be a fun exercise in cooling off at night, then.

[Yeah. He's already thinking that far ahead, that they'll still be together when the weather warms up.

Tentatively, he lifts one hand and hovers over Derek's chest.

...May I?

[Because it's one thing to be cuddling, it's another touch.]

[garou]

[ Derek blinks, at the implication that this will last, at Stiles asking him if he can touch. ] Yeah.

[skybluejeep]

[With the flat of his palm, Stiles starts rolling his hand over the broad, very well-muscled planes of Derek's chest, and the sound he lets out is...well. Let's just call it very manly and aroused. It's not at all a squeak of excitement, not at all.]

[garou]

[ Derek watches him, slightly bemused, arm draped loosely over Stiles' hip. ] So? Do I pass inspection?

[skybluejeep]

Grade A plus. FDA approved prime werewolf Alpha hunk.

[He's exploring every dip, every curve, every little line. And then the very tips of his fingers circle once, playfully, over Derek's right nipple.]

[garou]

[ Derek sucks in his breath through his teeth at that, letting it out in a soft hum. ] I'm not a piece of meat.

[skybluejeep]

Never said you were. That's not how I meant it.

[Seeing the response there, Stiles lightly pinches that nipple in retaliation, a fond smile on his face.]

Although I wouldn't mind some sausage right now.

[garou]

[ He gets a grunt and a glare in response to that. ]

[skybluejeep]

[He guffaws laughing, and then drops his head onto Derek's chest. A beat, and then a small, quick kiss. And then another. The laughter dies down into giggles. And now, yeah, he's kissing as much of Derek's chest as he can, a giant grin on his face. He's just so happy right now.]

[garou]

[ Derek lays back and lets him go at it, drawing a hand through Stiles' hair. He watches him with a fond look, letting out little gasps each time Stiles' mouth meets his skin. ]

[skybluejeep]

[He's ecstatic. Hearing those little gasps, seeing how Derek's responding...god. This is really happening. It's not just a fluke, or him feeling sorry for him, or anything.

As the kisses go on, they get a little friskier, a little hotter. And his hands are wandering again. Soon, it's very obvious that certain things are happening below the waist. Ahem. He's a teenage boy, he gets hard from the slightest stimulation.]

[garou]

[ Derek can feel it pressed against his thigh, and he tugs Stiles back up, settling the younger boy against his chest. It isn't for a lack of wanting to, his own arousal obvious against Stiles' hip. But he can't. Not yet. Not now. ] Stiles...