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robinonadderall) wrote2014-08-29 07:04 am
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UMD Campus | College Park, MD | Early Friday Afternoon
College was...college. After two years in Fandom it was kind of a slap of reality to have actual homework assignments again and, you know, having to study and stuff. It was kind of nice to have something that normal in his life again. But he was lonelier than he thought he would have been here. Then again, he hadn't been putting in a huge amount of effort to be social.
Maybe the lonely aspect of it put him on high alert for when somebody actually was paying attention to him. He had spent the morning getting the distinct feeling he was being watched while he was walking from class to class and once or twice he thought he caught a glimpse of a familiar leather jacket. At first Stiles just thought it was his head messing with him because Derek couldn't--surely he wouldn't...it had only been a week, after all...
...who was Stiles kidding, yes he would. When his last class let out and he, yet again, caught a glimpse of a familiar outline in the distance he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Derek's number. This was ridiculous, his life was ridiculous.
[For the stalker and SP]
Maybe the lonely aspect of it put him on high alert for when somebody actually was paying attention to him. He had spent the morning getting the distinct feeling he was being watched while he was walking from class to class and once or twice he thought he caught a glimpse of a familiar leather jacket. At first Stiles just thought it was his head messing with him because Derek couldn't--surely he wouldn't...it had only been a week, after all...
...who was Stiles kidding, yes he would. When his last class let out and he, yet again, caught a glimpse of a familiar outline in the distance he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Derek's number. This was ridiculous, his life was ridiculous.
[For the stalker and SP]
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He scooted down, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of both jeans and Stiles' boxers to start tugging them down. And if he sucked a bruise onto Stiles' hip bone, who was to know?
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"Are these comfortable?" he asked, rubbing his cheek against Derek's thigh.
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Derek bit his lip before carefully grabbing hold of Stiles' hair to move him further down on his dick.
"Oh, god."
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