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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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Derek kissed the small of Stiles' back, flicking open the bottle lube with his thumb. "You look perfect," he muttered, pouring some out onto his hand to let it warm up. Only then did he slowly press one finger into Stiles.
He was being considerate for a change.
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"Think you win the looking perfect award tonight," Stiles said, exhaling slowly as he felt that finger push into him. It had only been a week but he missed this a lot.
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Good. It was really, really good.
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Derek's lip curled as he started to move fast and hard. Hopefully Stiles was okay with some bruises on his hips.
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Because if he was only going to have sex once every few weeks now he was going to make sure he got his fill of sappy/dirty talk.
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Yeah somebody was definitely going to complain about the noise.
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