Kid-Free Mansion | Monday Morning

[robinonadderall]

Falling asleep in a pile of chips hadn't been as uncomfortable as Stiles would have initially thought. Though the whole werewolf comforter might have had something to do with it, along with the whole pack togetherness thing. Even if this wasn't technically Stiles' pack.

This morning, however, brought on the awkwardness that Stiles saw coming all weekend and he was now trying to figure out a way to slide out of the pillow fort to make coffee without anybody noticing. It involved moving very, very slowly out from underneath his much bigger werewolf comforter and trying not to breathe too loudly.

[For anybody in the house, of course]

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[robinonadderall]

"But you're the one that messed up my clothes!"

[justlurkinghere]

"Really?" Derek asked. "I don't care."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. "All right, grumpypants, whatever."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek grunted in annoyance, peeling the damn hoodie off. "Next time everyone else can turn into a kid."

[robinonadderall]

"Buddy, trust me, the last thing you want is seeing me as a kid," Stiles said. "I didn't start taking Adderall until I was twelve."

[justlurkinghere]

"It couldn't be that bad."

Oh, but it could.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm pretty sure I'm the reason those leashes for children exist," he said. "Go ahead, ask Jackson. I was an unstoppable ball of hyperactive inquisitiveness."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm not asking Jackson."

He so was asking Jackson.

[robinonadderall]

"Well then you'll just have to take my word for it," he said. "Or ask my dad."

Yeah, go ahead, Derek. Start a conversation with Sheriff Stilinski.

[justlurkinghere]

"Maybe I will." Nopenopenopenope.

[robinonadderall]

"You want his number?" Oh yeah, Stiles did not believe you at all, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

"Sure." And now they were playing 'serious relationship chicken'. Wow. Wow, guys.

[robinonadderall]

"Fine. I'll put it into your phone later." Because he didn't think Derek was capable of doing it himself. "You gonna give me my hoodie or what? Since I have to wash the mustard off it now and everything."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek shoved the hoodie at his chest. "I need coffee," he muttered, shoving some of the pillows over to escape the fort.

[robinonadderall]

"Make me some too," Stiles said, making a grossed out face at the state of his hoodie. "Did you want this back after I washed it or..."

He could put it back in it's old hiding space! Or not considering that would mean he'd have to go into sex toy territory.

[justlurkinghere]

"Keep it." Awww, you make little you sad, Derek.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh. Okay." Aw, even Stiles was a little disappointed by that. Tiny Derek's reasoning had gotten to him, dammit. "Thanks."

[justlurkinghere]

Well, Derek couldn't have nice things. It was his lot in life. "It's yours anyway."

[robinonadderall]

"True." It kind of didn't feel like his any more though. "Are you okay?"

[justlurkinghere]

Stiles could always 'accidentally' leave it there. Like everything else.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shrugged, feeling kind of stupid for asking when he knew that he'd probably get that sort of response. "I'm just asking."

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, well, Derek was repressing and making coffee.

Yes, there were two coffee cups out. What of it? "You don't have to."

[robinonadderall]

"Obviously I don't have to," Stiles said. "I care about your well being, is that so hard to believe?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek stared at him, pouring the right amount of cream and sugar into Stiles' cup. Because shut up.

[robinonadderall]

This was actually pretty awkward even without anybody acknowledging sex toys. Pretty impressive. But Stiles had learned last week that with the two of them it tended to be better to wade through the awkward than to separate like two mature people.

"So I decided I wanted to do little trips to college campuses."