robinonadderall | Outside of the FBI Training Facility

Outside of the FBI Training Facility | Quantico, VA

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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Rude, Stiles! Derek made another desperate noise, pulling his hand away from Stiles in order to jerk himself off, coming hard far too fast on Stiles' back.

Such pampering.

Hey, considering it pampering for the both of them.

Stiles sighed contentedly, relaxing against the bed. "You are amazing."

Derek rolled a little to the side, trying to be careful about crushing him or bumping his foot. "I try," he muttered, nosing at Stiles' shoulder like the affectionate little weirdo he was.

"You succeeded." Stiles shifted to get his little spoon on, and of course he wasn't as careful with his foot as Derek had been. Luckily it only warranted a small wince.

Oh yeah, Derek was all about the spooning, wrapping his arms around Stiles to keep him lose and maybe doing just a little bit of pain draining. Barely noticeable.