Basement of the Nameless House | Friday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

The fact that Stiles realized he'd have to pass a physical endurance test hit him hard when he finished this semester and realized he had one year of school left before entering his career in law enforcement. He'd have to like, run and stuff! And not die! It was going to take a whole year just to be able to run a mile without dying. Especially when it was like 100 degrees in Maryland right now and if he went outside he'd spontaneously combust.

Knowing that there'd be days where it'd be hot like the sun outside, Stiles had used Derek's credit card to buy enough stuff to set up a makeshift gym in the basement. It wasn't much, but there was a treadmill and a punching bag, along with a mat he could pass out on after he exercised. He had napped there many a time since starting to work out.

Today he was working on the punching bag because once again it was hot like the sun outside.

[For the guy and I can not stress enough how Maryland is the sun right now]

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[robinonadderall]

"I have a good support system," Stiles said before kissing Derek again.

[justlurkinghere]

"And what could your support system do to reward that work?" Derek asked.

[robinonadderall]

"This is pretty good," he said, running his hands through Derek's hair again. "Your appreciation is all I need."

[justlurkinghere]

"How kind of you." He'd meant it as teasing, but it ended up just being disgustingly fond as he tilted his head into Stiles' hands.

[robinonadderall]

"That being said," Stiles murmured, kissing Derek again. "I wouldn't mind it if your shirt was off too."

[justlurkinghere]

Shirt? What shirt? Because that thing was being right on off almost immediately.

He could at least hold onto the fact that he'd probably still be broader than Stiles even with all the working out. Maybe. Damn it, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"Much better," Stiles said softly, reaching out to run his hands down Derek's stomach. At least Derek could comfort himself knowing that Stiles would never have abs like his. It was physically impossible.

[justlurkinghere]

He could hold onto that until the many years in the future he'd be all dad bod. But then he'd be a DILF, so.

It evened out.

Derek just smiled at that, pulling him closer so he could get a decent grip on Stiles' ass. In a classy way.

[robinonadderall]

Totally classy.

"Is this more appreciation?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"I want to make sure you're fully appreciated," Derek replied with a classy, classy grope.

[robinonadderall]

"Well I have been doing squats," he said, grabbing onto Derek's hips. "So my butt is getting more muscular too."

[justlurkinghere]

"Tell me when it starts showing," Derek teased, kissing Stiles before he could squawk at that.

[robinonadderall]

Well Stiles couldn't squawk about it, but he did make a noise of protest that was smothered by the kiss. Which was cheating. So Derek totally earned the pinch to his ass that Stiles gave him.

[justlurkinghere]

He'd have to accept that. Or make a surprised noise and nip at Stiles' lip. The latter seemed like the route he was going with here.

Because they couldn't have a civilized make-out session in Stiles' gym. Noooo.

[robinonadderall]

They would never have a civilized make-out session. Ever. They weren't capable of it.

Derek's reaction was enough of an incentive for Stiles to slide his hands down the back of Derek's pants and grab his ass again. So that could be chalked up as Derek's fault.

[justlurkinghere]

He was utterly innocent here! It was Stiles' fault that he was no longer wearing pants so tight they looked like they were painted on so he could even do that.

Derek groaned, pressing him a little more firmly against the wall.

[robinonadderall]

"Are we really doing this in the basement?" Stiles murmured before kissing Derek again.

[justlurkinghere]

"Objections?" Derek asked, not even pausing as he pressed between Stiles' legs.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled, spreading his legs more to make room for Derek. "Nope. Just making an observation."

[justlurkinghere]

"Mmhmm," Derek replied, gladly taking advantage of that by moving in closer as he bit Stiles' neck.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles tilted his neck towards Derek, taking the distraction as an opportunity to try to get Derek's pants off. Since they both had seemingly agreed on this happening right now.

[justlurkinghere]

Basically any room they had access to was fair game for them to gave sex in or on.

Derek was completely on board with that plan as long as it didn't stop him from biting a super obvious bruise onto him while curling his hands around Stiles' waist to keep him in place.

Just how he rolled.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles didn't stop him but it was very distracting from his goal of getting Derek's pants off. So much so in fact that at a certain point he had to abandon it just to hold on to Derek's arms and try not to whine too obviously about how good that felt.

He'd never stop getting giant hickies if he kept egging Derek on this way.

[justlurkinghere]

It was really just a vicious cycle!

And it was possible that Derek smirked against his neck at the whining before continuing his work. But on the plus side, he was moving his hands down to push Stiles' pants off his hips.

[robinonadderall]

"You're killing me," he murmured, wriggling his hips a little to help with the pants removal.