That One Normal Mansion | Sunday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Stiles really shouldn't have bought his ticket to Beacon Hills on the same day he attempted to look for scholarships whose deadlines hadn't passed since the nogitsune thing. It hurt his wallet. Ugh.

But it was for a good cause. Malia needed his help (not that she'd likely admit it) and it was a small price to pay when he compared it to letting the nogitsune back in his head to save her. He understood why Scott wouldn't be up to the task considering Allison hadn't died all that long ago.

He still hadn't packed his overnight bag 'cause he wasn't leaving until tomorrow and was instead downstairs rifling though the freezer for popsicles or ice cream or something frozen. It was hot as shit outside.

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[justlurkinghere]

Which meant he was prime target for getting a random kiss on the back of his neck before Derek was making a beeline for some water. Deal with his PDA, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled to himself before grabbing a popsicle out of the freezer. "You're so cute it's disgusting."

[justlurkinghere]

"You need a shower," Derek shot back. Because that negated all the cuteness they shoved at each other between fights.

[robinonadderall]

"What, why?" he asked as he attempted to rip the packaging off the popscicle with his teeth.

[justlurkinghere]

"You're sweaty." Pot. Kettle.

[robinonadderall]

"It's hot."

[justlurkinghere]

"It's summer." And it was balls soup, yes. "Maybe Mike could be convinced to put in a pool..."

[robinonadderall]

"You just want an excuse to see me half-naked all the time," Stiles joked before sticking the popscicle in his mouth. It wouldn't do much against sweatiness, sadly, but it helped with the heat a little.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek opened his mouth to mock that, but froze the popscicle eating. And, you know what? It was probably a good thing their weird UST issues hadn't continued into the summer. Because it would have killed Derek.

"Yeah," he said lamely, eyebrows going right on up.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles lifted his eyebrows up right back at Derek 'cause he didn't know what that look was for. Yes, even as he was shoving a popscicle in his mouth. It didn't help he picked the cherry one.

[justlurkinghere]

You are the worst, Stiles. Seriously.

Derek's eyes went right to where the popscicle was staining lips red. They were in the kitchen, you harlot. The kitchen was a sacred place where Derek had promised himself he wouldn't do things that made Mike cry.

[robinonadderall]

"You're being weird."

[justlurkinghere]

"No I'm not." He really was.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah you are. You're staring--" Oh. Oh wait. He got it now. "Oh don't be a pervert."

[justlurkinghere]

"Not my fault," Derek shot back dryly. "I was innocent and pure before we met."

[robinonadderall]

"Bullshit," he said. "I don't have to stand here and take this harassment, I can go eat my popscicle alone somewhere."

[justlurkinghere]

"Are you complaining that I'm objectifying my boyfriend?"

Because he did that a lot, Stiles. This could be a deal-breaker.

[robinonadderall]

"Nope," he said. "Just saying you're weird."

This was followed up by Stiles licking his wrist where the melted popscicle was starting to run down his arm while they were talking.

[justlurkinghere]

And then Derek groaned a little, leaning in to kiss Stiles once that was finished. He put one hand on Stiles' wrist to keep the popscicle in place.

Because he knew Stiles. And he might get jabbed by it.

[robinonadderall]

That was probably an accurate assessment, yes.

Stiles kissed Derek back for a few moments because he'd be insane not to do that. He was a little out of breath when he finally pulled away. "You're breaking the kitchen rule."

[justlurkinghere]

"Kissing doesn't count." It was kissing led up to. Derek kindly returned the favour by licking at the new drips on Stiles' hand.

So nyah.

[robinonadderall]

"That's not fair," he said weakly. It was only fair when he did it.

[justlurkinghere]

"I could get my own," Derek offered. "If you don't want to share."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed and offered up his popscicle. Not dirty. Totally and completely innocently.

[justlurkinghere]

It was all very innocent. Both of them were being very innocent. Because they were in the kitchen.

Which meant Derek was platonically leaning in to lick the offered popscicle. With eye contact. Totally normal and non-sexual eye contact.