Forever Nameless House | Tuesday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

How was it that Stiles' summer internship was more tiring than the classes? Unpaid hard labor, that's what this was. Unpaid hard labor that was required for him to get a good job out of college. Almost immediately after getting home from the police station he was working at Stiles went upstairs and flopped into bed. And immediately got a Puppy Joe sitting on his head.

Life was hard.

[For that guy that lives there and anybody else]

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[robinonadderall]

"I trust your expert opinion," he said, squirming a little at the attention. "And I appreciate your focus."

[justlurkinghere]

That made Derek grin into Stiles' arm as he bent forward to continue up toward his shoulder. "Still nothing so far," he said gently kissing at a spot at random.

[robinonadderall]

"Tickles," Stiles said, shifting some more. "I didn't even know I was ticklish there."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek did nothing to help with that, breathing a laugh over the spot. Because, really, Stiles brought this on himself.

[robinonadderall]

"Don't--" Stiles tried to move away but of course that was impossible with Derek on him. "You ass."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm making sure you're actually ticklish," Derek insisted, moving into the spot where the collar of Stiles' shirt began to repeat the treatment.

[robinonadderall]

"This is becoming less romantic by the second," Stiles said, sighed.

[justlurkinghere]

"Alright, alright," Derek replied, pulling back to tug on Stile's shirt.

[robinonadderall]

"Are werewolves ticklish?" Stiles asked, pulling his shirt up in order to help Derek get it off.

[justlurkinghere]

"Nope," Derek assured him, leaning in the moment the shirt was off to inspect and press kisses down Stiles' chest.

[robinonadderall]

"I can't tell if you're lying or not." Damn his inability to hear heartbeats.

[justlurkinghere]

"Werewolves are immune." Just don't ask any of your werewolf friends, Stiles. "Little known fact."

[robinonadderall]

"Well at least I know another one of your weaknesses." He knew several, but he was talking about a harmless one.

[justlurkinghere]

"Other than wolfsbane and mistletoe?" Derek asked, sounding a little distracted as he nipped at Stiles' collarbone.

[robinonadderall]

"Yup." He reached up to stroke Derek's ears. That weakness was a badly kept secret.

[justlurkinghere]

...okay, rude.

Derek made a distressed noise before practically melting against him to enjoy it. This was cheating, Stiles. This right here? Cheating.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles bit down on his lip to keep from laughing at that. "You okay?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Fine," he muttered, shamelessly rubbing his cheek against Stiles' chest. Enjoy the beard burn.

[robinonadderall]

"So I should keep doing it then?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before doing it again.

[justlurkinghere]

They were just cruel to each other.

Derek made another pleased noise, enjoying himself more than he really should. "I was supposed to be relaxing you."

[robinonadderall]

"I don't know, I'm feeling pretty relaxed right now," he said. "You have that effect on me."

[justlurkinghere]

"You're so kind," Derek replied, lacking any heat behind it as he pushed up for another kiss.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles looped his arms around Derek's neck, focusing all of his attention on kissing Derek.

Look away, Puppy Joe. Look away.

[justlurkinghere]

There were just so many thing Puppy Joe probably wanted to murder them for. This was one of them.

Derek pressed his hand between Stiles' back and the bed to pull him closer still as they kissed. Because he was a needy little man.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles hitched his legs up over Derek's hips, trying to help with that closeness thing. The neediness was mutual.

They really were kind of pathetic.