No Name House | Tuesday Morning

[robinonadderall]

What was the point of spring break if you had tests right after it was over? Stiles should be sleeping until noon and playing video games until he couldn't see straight but, no, he was in the living room with a textbook open. And of course it was for his stupid "Statistics for Criminology and Criminal Justice" course. Who invited math to this degree?

This spring break was laaaaaaaaaaame.

[For the fiance and/or others who want to call/text/visit]

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[robinonadderall]

"I'll wear whatever you want me to, dear," Stiles said, running his hands up Derek's chest. "I want you to have your dream wedding."

[justlurkinghere]

"Really ugly bowties," he added, only moderately soothed by the touching. But it was enough to tug on Stiles' shirt.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm so in support of that." Now look what you did, Derek. He had opinions on things. Horrible opinions.

[justlurkinghere]

"...really?" HE MADE A POOR CHOICE.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodded. "Uglier the better. It'd be funny."

This was your fault, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

Why did he continue to make these choices?

"If you wear an ugly bowtie, I'm spending our honeymoon alone."

[robinonadderall]

"It was your suggestion!" Now he was just trying to annoy Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

Which was why Derek had to kiss him to shut him up. You forced him into this position, Stiles. It wasn't fair.

[robinonadderall]

Oh no, not kissing. Anything but that! Stiles was just forced to kiss him back instead of arguing about their wedding. Forced.

[justlurkinghere]

How the hell did they survive when these things were tearing them apart? A true tragedy.

With making out.

Derek tilted his head to bite Stiles' neck ruthlessly. It was the only possible method of preventing a bowtie fiasco.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles gasped at the bite, digging his fingers into Derek's shoulders. "Didn't know you f-felt so strongly about the bowtie."

[justlurkinghere]

"I thought the Pinterest board was proof," Derek teased, kissing the spot he'd just bitten.

[robinonadderall]

"You're going to have to show me this board sometime," Stiles said, moving to wriggle out of his shirt.

[justlurkinghere]

"You'll make fun of it," Derek replied, pulling back just enough to help him.

[robinonadderall]

"Maybe," he said, successfully pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. "Mostly find it cute though."

[justlurkinghere]

"At least it's not colorful string and push pins," Derek replied with a playful shove.

[robinonadderall]

"I'd get arrested if I put that stuff on the internet." Stiles reached to undo the button and zipper of Derek's jeans. 'Cause that was subtle.

[justlurkinghere]

Everything they did was totally subtle.

"No, just investigated," Derek replied, shifting on Stiles' lap to make it easier to... well, not help. More like tease Stiles with some friction. Because he was a jerk.

[robinonadderall]

"Not helping." At all.

[justlurkinghere]

"You sure?"

[robinonadderall]

"It feels nice," he said, sounding amused. "But it's not really helping out with the whole you fucking me thing."

[justlurkinghere]

Okay, that was a fair point.

Derek sighed and stood up to unfastened his slightly less skin tight than normal jeans. Because he borrowed them from Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"Better." Stiles fumbled with his own pants, more focused on watching Derek instead. He'd never get over that view.

[justlurkinghere]

Which just made Derek smirk down at him. "Need some help?" He asked, shimmying his own jeans down.

[robinonadderall]

"Maybe," he said. "Just a little distracted."