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robinonadderall) wrote2017-05-19 06:29 am
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Basement of the Nameless House | Friday Afternoon
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]
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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Stiles did no such thing, moving quickly up both flights of stairs so he could flop down on the bed. Working out ensured he wasn't even gasping for air by the end of it!
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Derek shook his head at the sound of his running, following along after him much more quietly. Because he had to stalk into the room like a predator. That was also a thing he needed to do.
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Which meant he was just keeping that up to quietly get onto the bed with him, crawling over to kiss Stiles' shoulder.
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"Which bottle did you pick?" Derek asked after finally breaking the kiss.
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The world should be grateful that they kept their sexy Loot Crate unboxings to themselves.
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"Raspberry then," he decided. "Might as well try it out."
He had to test it to see if it should be a repeat.
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So nice.
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