Mansion of Post-Prom...ness | Saturday Night

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had ducked out of the dance fairly early on, deciding he had done his teenagerly duty and had at least shown up. Then he headed off (without even a sip of spiked punch!) towards the place he actually wanted to be tonight.

He let himself inside, picking up Puppy Joe on the way to the living room. The dog immediately tried to do his best to knock Stiles' flower crown off his head. Which was rude.

[For Derek and SP 'cause it's late and I gotta work tomorrow]

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[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodding, still thinking it was his fault but deciding trying to argue that wasn't worth it. He tilted his head back against the couch to look up at the ceiling. He might need a cold shower or something.

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, that one went double.

Derek sat back as well, trying and failing to not look at Stiles' lap. Because it was sort of the elephant in the room for him right now. "You can use the shower if you want."

And Derek could have alone time where he was riddled by guilt.

[robinonadderall]

He really hated the fact the dress pants hid nothing. "Yeah okay."

He pushed himself off the couch to go do just that. Just don't draw attention to his crotch, he knew it was there. And it was embarrassing.

[justlurkinghere]

Three weeks. Three more damn weeks. They made it this far, that shouldn't even be a problem for them!

And yet...

Derek cleared his throat, hands on his thighs like it would keep attention away from himself. "I'll use the other one." Because it was a mansion, alright? They had a few bathrooms.

[robinonadderall]

"You going to bed straight after?" That question was not meant to be dirty. That was more of a "do you want to watch a movie" question.

[justlurkinghere]

"Did you want stay?" AFTER THEIR AWKWARDNESS THERE.

[robinonadderall]

"When don't I want to stay?" After huge fights but shhh.

[justlurkinghere]

Yes, after those.

Derek nodded slowly. "You can pick a movie if you want."

[robinonadderall]

"Okay. After the shower." Because he really needed one. "Taking some of your clothes too."

He had his own, but he'd rather wear Derek's. For reasons.

He really wasn't making this easier on Derek, was he?

[justlurkinghere]

Derek inhaled deeply, digging his fingers into the palms of his hands. "Alright," he croaked.

For that, he was wearing all Stiles' stuff.