robinonadderall | Basement of the Nameless House

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]

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At least they had this down to a damn science after so many years together.

Derek stifled an embarrassing noise at the slightly unexpected movement there before trying to take control of the situation again.

They could definitely win awards for this sort of thing.

Stiles pushed back a little harder, trying to give as good as he got. So much for Derek trying to get control of the situation.

Okay, that was rude, Stiles. He was trying his best here.

That only led to a little less coordinated, but no less satisfying movement between the two of them. "Fuck, Stiles--"

Stiles reached back with one hand, trying to touch any part of Derek could. "C'mon, please. I need more."

Well, Derek could hardly refuse him that. He pressed forward, pulling Stiles back to meet him with each movement.

"Fuck." Stiles let go of Derek in order to wrap a hand around his own dick. "C-close."

Derek nodded a bit frantically in agreement with that, teeth clenched ineffectively to keep back noises. "C'mon."

Stiles moaned, tightening his grip on his cock. It was only a few more moments before he was coming, shouting Derek's name.

Derek nearly fell forward at that, having to catch himself as he continued to move with less and less grace behind it. But it didn't take too long for him to follow Stiles.

Hopefully Stiles was okay with Derek pulling them to the side so he could curl around him like a big spoon.

Stiles was more than okay with it. He would have been insulted if it hadn't happened. He went with Derek easily, breathing heavily as he leaned against him.

Derek curled his arms securely around Stiles' waist just in case. Thank god for the AC making it less than surface of the sun hot in there.

"Now you need a shower." Yeah, like he was letting go of Stiles anytime soon.