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]

Derek dried off and attempted to soak up the splashed water with both their towels before putting them in the hamper. And then he joined Stiles, sliding up next to and half on top of him.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled softly, putting his arms around Derek and tangling their legs together. "Thanks for a good birthday."

[justlurkinghere]

"Of course," Derek muttered, inhaling their mixes scents and Stiles' contentment. "I love you."

[robinonadderall]

"I love you too," he murmured. "Even when you're smelling me."

[justlurkinghere]

For that, Derek smiled wider and pressed in close to really sniff at Stiles' neck. "You smell good."

[robinonadderall]

"Well I was just sitting in a tub of our combined stink," he said lightly. "For the record I think you smell good too."

Though that was more from his shampoo than anything else.

[justlurkinghere]

"Thank you," Derek said, completely taking the compliment like the strange werewolf he was.

[robinonadderall]

"One of the rare times you actually take a compliment and it's about your smell," he said, sighing. "I'm marrying a weirdo."

[justlurkinghere]

"But you're marrying me anyway," Derek teased.

[robinonadderall]

"For reasons unknown," he joked.

[justlurkinghere]

That earned him a little bite. "I'll show you reasons."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles laughed. "Why did that sound like a threat?"

[justlurkinghere]

"It did not." It so, so did.

[robinonadderall]

"Totally did." He didn't sound the least bit threatened however.

[justlurkinghere]

"You just think I'm threatening," Derek replied, pushing on Stiles' shoulder so he could pin him in place by using Stiles' chest as a pillow.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles chuckled again and put his hands in Derek's hair. "I don't think you're threatening at all."

[justlurkinghere]

"You did once." A beat. "For about five minutes."

Because Stiles didn't have any self preservation instinct.

[robinonadderall]

"Miss those days?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"When I pick up your shoes, yes," Derek joked, closing his eyes to enjoy Stiles' fingers in his hair.

[robinonadderall]

"Just preparing you for your role as put-upon househusband," Stiles teased.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek just sighed because that was sadly true. "See if I share the brownies I made you."

[robinonadderall]

"What brownies?" Derek you should have mentioned those earlier.

Though then they probably wouldn't have had sex 'cause Stiles would be too busy eating brownies.

[justlurkinghere]

And then complain for the rest of day because he ate an entire tray of brownies.

"You like brownies. Of course I made them for your birthday."

Thank you, Pinterest.

[robinonadderall]

"And you waited to mention it when I was all sexed out and cuddly?" He was too tired to eat brownies now, Derek!

[justlurkinghere]

"They'll still be there," Derek said with a sigh. "They have peanut butter and Oreos in them."

Derek was a cruel man.