The Totally Fixed Up Mansion | Specifically Derek's Shower | Saturday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Obviously the biggest mistake Stiles had ever made in his young life was telling Derek he was going out for track. Ever since then every time he tried to take a step into town it felt like it turned into a training session because apparently Derek felt like jeans and a t-shirt were perfectly acceptable workout attire.

The only good thing about being forced into running until he almost dropped dead was that he got to use the very much non-communal showers in the mansion afterward. Stiles never thought he'd miss showering by himself so much. He could sing without judgment, use up all of Derek's shampoo---wait. He could do other things in there too. Things he hadn't been able to do since taking up residence in the bouncy castle with Jackson and two girls.

Initially he felt a little guilty when he thought about it but...Derek did say to find somewhere not the campgrounds to take care of himself. He had needs, shut up. He'd make it real quick, nobody would know he did it.

[I'm not even sorry. Bathroom defiled with permission and the mansion is totes open to the other people in the house, of course]

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[justlurkinghere]

"A mystery for the ages," Derek drawled. "Made more mysterious by your survival past puberty."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed. "I am not dumb most of the time."

Only some of the time.

[justlurkinghere]

"Define 'most'."

Oh snap.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm still alive, aren't I?"