Outside of the FBI Training Facility | Quantico, VA

[robinonadderall]

Stiles didn't know if it was sad or impressive that he managed a whole month at his FBI internship before getting shot. Some might have said that with his luck he might've been shot on the first day.

It hadn't been his finest moment, seeing as it was just a small graze on his foot from a ricochet and he had screamed like he had a whole arm taken off. Oh and he passed out when he saw the blood. That was pretty embarrassing too. Whole thing warranted two stitches and a pass to take the rest of the day off (but was expected back bright and early tomorrow).

He was fine to drive home but of course that whole idea went out the window when he told Derek about the ordeal. Now he was waiting to be picked up, occasionally looking at the windows of the facility to see if his classmates were pointing and laughing at him.

So. Embarrassing.

[For Derek!]

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[justlurkinghere]

"I'd never lie to you?" he tried again, very slowly working on a hickey there.

[robinonadderall]

Oh no, anything but hickeys. “I’d argue more but I’m enjoying the pampering.”

[justlurkinghere]

"Can't interrupt that," Derek agreed, taking his time on this. "Can you do a bath with the stitches?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed. “I’m not supposed to let them soak.”

Stupid human healing.

[justlurkinghere]

"So, I'll have to do something else to continue the pampering." Even though it was the go to that made him only look at properties with sex tubs.

[robinonadderall]

They were just large tubs, Derek. Not sex tubs. “I’m sorry my injury messed up your pampering plans.”

[justlurkinghere]

Large tubs that were used for sex. Don't front, Stiles.

"You should be," Derek replied, running his hands down Stiles' sides. "Think about that next time maybe."

[robinonadderall]

“No sutures next time,” he said before biting at Derek’s jaw. “Noted.”

[justlurkinghere]

Derek hummed, tilting his head for him. "I could give you a massage instead."

And it totally wouldn't just turn into sex.

[robinonadderall]

“That’d be nice,” he said. “Here or on the bed?”

Definitely not turning into sex.

[justlurkinghere]

"The bed's larger."

Still not for sex.

[robinonadderall]

“Good point. Don’t wanna risk further injury by falling off the couch.”

[justlurkinghere]

Which meant Derek had to pick him up like the dainty princess he was. "I don't think they'd let you live it down."

[robinonadderall]

“I would never tell anybody about it,” he said, looping his arms around Derek’s neck. “And you better not either.”

[justlurkinghere]

"You could say you were trying to save an orphan." IT WOULD BE TRUE.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles laughed. “Oh yeah, like they’d believe that.”

[justlurkinghere]

"Maybe a kitten instead," Derek suggested, giving the pizza boxes a look before giving in and taking him to the bedroom.

[robinonadderall]

They would still be there to clean up later, Derek.

“Have you ever given a massage before?”

[justlurkinghere]

Damn it, Stiles!

"No, but I think I can figure it out." And Stiles would be pretty vocal of it wasn't good, he was sure.

[robinonadderall]

Let’s be real, Stiles wouldn’t be able to tell between a good one or a bad one. “It’ll be a learning experience.”

[justlurkinghere]

That was true.

"Lay on your stomach and I'll find some lotion," he said, putting him down on the bed.

Because using lube was probably just a recipe for disaster.

[robinonadderall]

“Wow, lotion, this is gonna be a for real massage,” he teased, crawling on the bed. He managed to avoid killing his foot, thankfully.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm pampering you," Derek reminded him. He's even be nice enough to warm up the lotion in his hands.

[robinonadderall]

“I should have asked for pampering earlier,” Stiles said. “I didn’t even know it was an option.”

[justlurkinghere]

"I did rose petals once." That counted.

He knelt his way over to straddle Stiles' thighs for the right position for this. From his vast experience in massage.