Nameless House | Friday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

As of  this morning Stiles was no longer a teenager. Twenty didn't feel too different from nineteen though he did have a minor crisis over the last few days that would be much more appropriate on his twenty-fifth or thirtieth birthday. How did this getting old thing happen? Who allowed this?

Ignore the fact that he still had a babyface and probably would until he was forty.

At least he had classes this morning to make him feel young. And homework to do this weekend. He tossed his bag on the floor of the living room when he got home, deciding he could worry about that on Sunday night. It was his birthday he shouldn't have to do homework.

[For Derek and whoever else feels like pinging]

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[justlurkinghere]

"I'm the only one who cleans these things anyway," Derek shot back, reaching under the water to give Stiles' leg squeeze.

[robinonadderall]

"Hey, I clean," he said, stretching out across the tub. "I cleaned before you moved in."

[justlurkinghere]

"Uh huh." He was just happy they were off the broken counter subject.

[robinonadderall]

"I did," he said, splashing water at Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

"Now who is making the mess?"

[robinonadderall]

"You are judging from the counter." He brought it back to the counter, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

So rude.

"I will dunk you."

[robinonadderall]

"Why?" he asked, smiling. "I'm not the one who ruined the counter."

[justlurkinghere]

"You know why." He wasn't going to say it. He was never going to say it.

[robinonadderall]

"I don't know what you're talking about." Say iiiiiiiiit.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek glared at him so much. "Because you distracted me with your dick."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles laughed, moving so he could get onto Derek's lap. "I am so sorry about that."

[justlurkinghere]

"Why don't I believe that?" Derek asked, helping him out. No one needed a post-coital hospital trip.

[robinonadderall]

"You're right," he said, wrapping his arms around Derek's neck and straddling his hips. "I'll never be sorry about fucking you senseless."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek hummed in annoyance, pulling him closer for a kiss. Stiles was just so lucky that Derek loved him.

And that he did in deed possess the ability to fuck him senseless.

[robinonadderall]

At least the fucking ability was mutual. And they both had no shame in using it.

Stiles let out a pleased hum as he kissed Derek happy they were engaging in one of his favorite activities: making out in a bathtub.

[justlurkinghere]

It was one of the things that made the relationship work, really.

Derek cupped his hands in the water behind Stiles' back to dump on his head while he was distracted. He did it with love.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sputtered, pulling away. "What the hell!"

[justlurkinghere]

"What? I'm helping you with the bath." Like a jerk.

[robinonadderall]

"You were the dirty one!"

[justlurkinghere]

"You could help," Derek pointed out, gently scratching his nails through Stiles' now wet hair.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles splashed water at Derek's face. "Like that?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sputtered, shaking his head like a dog to splatter Stiles right on back. "I will dunk you," he warned, hands curling under Stiles' thighs.

Just ignore how he was grinning about it.

[robinonadderall]

"On my birthday?" He'd use that excuse all he wanted today.

[justlurkinghere]

"On your birthday," Derek confirmed.