Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-01-10 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cisco ramon (vibe), stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles and Cisco
Where: Cabin in Big Bear
When: Jan 2nd
What: Stiles and Cisco talk and goof off.
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Yes, Cisco had made a new friend. A very good friend with nice hands to match. He wasn’t sure if it was depressing that they had to leave on Sunday or exciting that the relationship was moving so fast. Either way, it was a whirlwind. He was trying to not think about what it would be like when they had to go home. When they went home would he leave him all behind in the mountains? Was all this just a fling? Did he even want anything more to follow them home? Ugh...he was in his own head too much. He’d gotten home an hour ago and had lit the fireplace in the living room. Cisco was curled up on the couch with a tablet, but mostly staring at the flames of the fire as they danced around. It was sort of mesmerizing. So much so he’d nearly drifted off, chin resting on his arm which was on his knee under a bundle of blankets. Clearly someone hadn’t gone over to Dr. Hottie’s to catch up on sleep. --- Stiles had come downstairs on the hunt for something sugary. Instead, his attention had gone in a different direction when he saw Cisco falling asleep on the couch. Now was the time to pounce him and ask him question. Or just generally bug him about anything and everything. He walked over and stopped right in front of Cisco. He grinned before shouting, “HEY!” Grinning, he waited for Cisco to react. He really did have too much fun messing with his friends. If he didn’t do it, they would all think something was wrong with him. * The tablet in his hands had practically fallen out of them-but fortunately he was fast to react when tech was in danger. “Dios mio, what the fuck Stiles?” Unfortunately he was easy prey. He wasn’t quite as used to being messed with. He’d lived mostly on his own for a long time save for mostly silent roommates, or family that ignored him. He clutched the tablet and glared up at him with all the annoyance of a pissed off cat. Didn’t he have anyone else to pester!? Cisco hadn’t even bothered to shower. His wrist was wrapped up all nice though, that doctor had apparently done so with care before he’d left for what seemed like a last time. The wrap was an intricate one that doctors would recognize that provided extra support, but took quite a bit of time to prepare. Most minute clinics weren’t about to take that kind of care. His wrist was still sprained, but he didn’t mind anymore. --- “So you are alive,” Stiles said with laughter. That was the reaction he had been looking for. Satisfied, he plopped down next to Cisco, grinning. “Aww, look at you. You looked like a pissed off animal.” He reached over and petting the top of Cisco’s head. “There, there. All is well.” Of course he had others to pester. But Cisco was the one that spent a few days with Doctor McHottie. And Stiles was nosy and wanted to know stuff. “Soooooooo,” he started, “are you going to tell me anything about your little get away with the Doc?” * Cisco actually leaned up to bite at his arm. Hey, if he was going to get pet like an animal, he was going to react like one. “No touchy.” He made grumpy little noise to go along with it as he sat back next to him though nonetheless after a moment looking rather content. He wasn’t all that bothered after all. “Tell you what? Like details?” Did stiles actually want to know details? Cisco hadn’t ever really done anything like this before. What was off limits? Wasn’t it weird to talk about intimate things with someone not that person? “..He was kind.” That was boring wasn’t it? The engineer wrinkled his nose a bit as he pulled up the blanket and rested his head on his knees. “I think that’s all he does though..He doesn’t even seem bothered by the fact that we just met.” --- “Bad,” Stiles said as he flicked Cisco’s nose and moved his hand away. “Fine, no touchy. I bet you wouldn’t be saying that if I were the Doctor,” he teased. “You don’t have to give me details. But how was he? Did you just stay naked in bed these past few days?” He probably could have gone on, but he didn’t want to overwhelm Cisco with five hundred questions. “He was kind? That’s it?” he asked, deadpan look on his face. “You didn’t seem bothered by that fact either. You stayed with the dude for a few days. He must have been good.” * “He can give me all the head pats he wants.” Cisco agreed with a nod, “I’m kind of an awful human being aren’t I? I mean this isn’t going to go anywhere. I don’t think he expects it to either.” Was he overthinking it? Probably. Cisco hadn’t ever had a fling like this before. He set the tablet off on the small coffee table in front of them so he didn’t have to worry about it being crushed or falling off on the floor somehow. “Not entirely the whole time. But there was one day where it seemed like it was the whole time. He brought me food in bed, I didn’t have to get up and he seemed not to want me to either.” The memory was good, even if the internal conflict threatened to bite him in the ass. “Two days! No few….not counting actual med center anyway. That didn’t count. Did it?” Now that they were inside and it wasn’t the cold getting to him, it was obvious there was a bit of a pinkish hue to his cheeks. He couldn’t stop it, he just buried his face instead. “Is it sort of wong if I don’t want it to go past the week we’re here?” --- “What?” Stiles looked at Cisco with a confused look on his face. “No, you’re not awful. Of course it’s not going to go anywhere. It was a one night stand. Well, in your case, it was a two night stand. There’s nothing wrong with having some fun and having no strings attached.” Now that sounded awesome. He wondered if he could get Scott to bring him breakfast in bed. Probably not. “Niicceee. No wonder you didn’t want to come home. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t have wanted to either.” He shook his head at Cisco’s question. “Med center does not count.” Was that a blush he was seeing? It appeared to be. “You’re blushing,” he pointed out with a poke to Cisco’s ribs. “What do you mean?” * “It doesn’t make me completely shallow? I’ve never even had a real relationship..” He toyed with some of the blanket bits between his fingers as he curled up in them. “I should have gotten a heated blanket.” Next time they made this trip he would. Instead he just slid a little closer to Stiles to steal his warmth too. “You can be my heated blanket.” He said with a laugh as he shrugged his shoulders. “It was more than fun. It was like an experience. Like some kind of weekend fantasy camp.” He snickered at the thought of sex camp. Camp kinky? He laughed more at the thought. He’d been so stressed out lately with dreams and powers, it was nice being happy like this. “He fed me things. That part was a little weird.” He admitted, he’d never had someone feed him things. Well, his eighty year old grandmother once but this was nothing like that. This was more..sexual. “Oh shut up.” He grinned and gave him a shove. --- “No, it doesn’t make you shallow. Why would it?” Stiles smacked his hand down on top of Cisco’s. “Too late now. No heated blanket for you. Oh, well, if I’m going to be your heated blanket…” He grabbed the edge of the blanket and got under it. But that wasn’t all. He threw his legs over Cisco’s and basically just curled up on him. “Still want me to be your blanket?” he asked, glancing up at Cisco. “Does this mean he taught you some stuff?” If Cisco was going to act like he went to sex camp, Stiles was going to ask more questions. “Don’t worry, I find that weird too. I don’t like it. Either fuck me or give me food. But I’m not doing both.” That was probably too much information for Cisco, but too bad. It was already said. “Haven’t you been around me enough to know that I never shut up?” * “Aw. Mean.” He pulled his hand back to shake off that smack and made a little face at Stiles. But his friend surprised him again and he laughed as he slid under that blanket “It’s like that thing with snakes in a basket. Stiles in a blanket.” He was so weird, but it was improving his mood from where it had been ten fold. It’d been going into overthinking mode, which was never a good place for it to go. “A few things lately had been on his mind that were less than pleasant. This vacation was doing a world of good. “I just met the guy and we fucked. I don’t even know his last name. I Just called him doctor.” He snorted in mild amusement at that. “It’s strange, and messy. Feed me after.” After was better, he didn’t really like the idea of someone else trying to shove their tongue down his throat while he was still trying to eat. “I wonder how many people he’s done this with.Maybe I shouldn’t ask.” That would probably be a bad idea, likely only lead to killing off the magic a bit. --- “I’m way better than snakes in a basket.” He shifted a little until he was completely comfortable. “Annnnnnd? I’ve done that plenty of times. There’s nothing wrong with it. Although, I have to admit, I’ve never snagged a doctor before.” He laughed. That was too funny. And now he had to tease. “Ooh, doctor. Right there, Doctor. Harder Doc, harder.” He added in a moan just for the fun of it. “It’s straight up strange and not a turn on.” That was fine for others, but nope, he will always find it weird and not all that sexy. Although, licking up chocolate syrup off of someone was fun. “Does it matter? You both had fun.” He stopped for a moment and then asked, “Are you going to get some more naked time before we leave?” Hey, he had to know. * And for that tease Stils got blanket shoved in the mouth as a clear and obviousshut up. He rolled his eyes and laughed. “ Oi, your knee.” He shoved him a bit so he had to readjust, but gave a look of pure exasperation. He might like doctors touching him there, but being crushed? No, not so much. If anyone came in and saw them like this they’d probably have questions, but also maybe not at this point. The only ones who would come in was Scott and Lydia who were both likely aware of how random Stiles could be. “Yeah no, not so much. Whoever made that a thing has bad taste.” He wrinkled his nose a bit and rested an arm over the lump that was Stiles as he laid back a little more to get just even slightly comfortable. “Don’t know, left it up to him. “ Clearly Cisco wasn’t the clingy type, which was good. Clingy and inexperienced could lead to badness. --- “Ew,” he said around the mouthful of blanket. After pulling the blanket out he grabbed the sleeve of Cisco’s shirt and wiped his tongue on it trying to get the blanket fuzzies off of his tongue. “If you’re going to feed me, give me food. Not blankets,” he joked. “Oh, sorry,” he moved his knee until he was sure that he was no longer crushing Cisco. “I agree with you.” Stiles poked at Cisco when he started to move. “Stop moving. You’re ruining my comfortable position.” Now he was going to have to wiggle around a bit until he was fully comfortable again. “I say you should get one more bang out before we leave.” * “Ack, what the hell! Nasty.” He shoved at him, but it was too late. His sleeve was already defiled. Cisco made a face at him. “ Rude.” He winced as the wet sleeve touched his arm and he squirmed a bit trying to somehow get comfortable in all that was now their blanket pile. “I take it back you know.” He stared down at him with a little scoff, Stiles could go get his own blanket! “I think we’re done, it was fun but also a little weird.” He gave a slight laugh, not having expected anything like this to happen to him in a million years. “I keep expecting something to go wrong, visions, work, but nothing has.” Maybe he was allowed to go on vacation after all and the world wouldn’t come to an end. --- “That’s what you get for stuffing a blanket in my mouth.” It still felt like there was little blanket fuzzies in his mouth. “You’re rude,” he threw back at Cisco. And just for that, he slobbered on Cisco’s sleeve even more. “What are you talking back?” he asked as he clung to cisco. No way was he getting pushed away and he didn’t want to get his own blanket. “Why was it a little weird?” He glanced up and then thought about what Cisco just said. “I just thought of something,” he said. “I’m practically all over you right now and you’re not getting hit with any visions.” * “Ew! Get off! Worst blanket ever. Thats what, get your own blanket! Jeeze.’ He reached his arm out of the way and tried to squirm in an awkward spot. “I don’t want this blanket, I want to return it.” He squirmed again and this time tried to get up. He relaxed for a moment in a strange position with his arm above his head as he gave it a little thought “The experience was good, but the next thing I want is maybe a real relationship. Something that means something. I don’t even know if it meant anything to him like it did to me. There was no..substance. Just sex. Really good sex. “ For a moment he stopped squirming and raised an eyebrow. “Huh. Maybe it’s because we’re away from Orange County? I haven’t had a single vision out here...i don’t know. He could touch me too and nothing. Jemma said the dark matter in me needed to be filtered...maybe its filtering itself?” The gears in his brain were already ticking away again. Even in that pose. Couldn’t stop the engineer in him. --- “I don’t want to get my own blanket. I like the blanket I have right now.” Nope, Stiles was not moving. If anything, he was just clinging that much more especially when Cisco got squirmy. “Sorry, buddy! The fine print says no returns and no exchanges. You’re shit out of luck.” Now Stiles was clinging onto Cisco and putting all of his weight on him. Stiles glanced up just enough to see how awkward Cisco was now sitting and he started to laugh. Nope, he still wasn’t going to move. “What did it mean to you? There isn’t anything wrong with just having sex. Why not have some fun before that certain somebody comes along?” He shrugged. “Maybe. Ugh, does this mean we’re going to be plagued with dreams and other bullshit the minute we go back?” He hoped not. He didn’t want anymore fucking dreams. “Dark matter? That stuff in comic books usually doesn’t mean anything good. Maybe you’re getting a better handle on it and didn’t notice?” Not like he knew. He was guessing as much as anyone else. * “That’s my contract, you go write your OWN.” He gave him another push, a hand in his face until that one ended up in the air and then resting on his own head for a moment. He moved to take his hand, wanting to test something. It was deliberate contact before when they’d tried maybe it had to be like that? Cisco frowned. “I don’t think I’ll get that many chances. “ His self esteem had improved a bit, but he was still new to anyone actually wanting him. At least it’d gone up from a zero percent chance to chances plural? “It’s genetics. I don’t get better at it.” He shrugged a bit, when he did make contact somehow with Stiles’ hand eventually, nothing happened. “Nothing.” He wrinkled his nose at the suggestion of more dreams when they got home. “I don’t know. Maybe. But maybe not, I got some here.” --- “Nu uh. It’s mine. You stole it from me.” Stiles held on still while also trying to smack Cisco’s pushy little hands away. “What are you doing?” he asked when Cisco went for his hand. “You don’t know that. I think this week has proven that people want to be with you. You just gotta stop thinking so badly about yourself and just let it happen.” He shrugged. Not like he knew. “Nothing is good. I don’t need you going all weird from touching me. Last time was bad enough.” And he sort of still felt bad about it. “Oh, you did? Damn it. I still don’t understand the point of the dreams. We don’t need them.” * “Did not.” His best come back, yeah. It was basically like having a younger brother. He almost stopped shoving his hands in Stiles face until that idea struck him. Last time they were making direct intentional contact. Maybe it had to be intentional? “I’ve never been great at confidence..unless it’s tech, and then that’s my jam. Tech I understand, people are a mystery.” When it came to tech or science, Cisco had so much skill he didn’t have to worry. People were another thing entirely though. He gave Stiles a grumpy but still sort of amused stare. “Fine. “ He released his hand with a shrug. “ I’m not sure either, the dreams show us what we could be I guess. Or maybe it’s who we are, and this isn’t real? I don’t know. I’m still working that one out.” --- “Did too,” he said right back at Cisco. Were they acting childish right now? Yes. But it was funny. Stiles was still smacking Cisco’s hands away because he was not moving. Not until he wanted to. “Isn’t tech a mystery until you learn about it? People are the same way.” Grinning, Stiles poked Cisco in the ribs. “I win,” he said happily. “Oh? So my dreams are telling me I need to be a spastic high schooler?” he asked, eyebrow raised. “And saying this life is fake is pretty crazy. Maybe we’re just supposed to interpret it however we want and there’s no real explanation.” * He smooshed a hand in Stiles face in retaliation to the rib poking. “Nope. There is no winning, only Zuul.” What the hell was going on? Whatever this was, he was entertained. He grabbed for Stiles’ hands with intention to pin them so he’d stop with the smacking. “Not really, all tech has five basic principles for build no matter what it is.” Those last words were a bit strained as he went to shift positions in attempt to pin him. “Maybe so. There are infinite possibilities. Including the fact that you’re the worst blanket ever.” So that last statement had nothing to do with what they were talking about. He moved too much! -- “Okay, no more Ghostbusters for you anymore.” Whenever Cisco grab at his hands, Stiles smacked at his friend’s hands. “Pfft, it’s the same and you know it. You still have to learn how to use the tech when it’s new. Same with people. You just have to figure them out.” Stiles stared at up Cisco and then gasp. “That was rude. I am the best blanket. Ever!” He pushed Cisco away from him and then grabbed the blanket and got up. “Now you get no blanket.” He held the blanket around him like a cape and then started to walk away, snickering. * “Only Ghostbusters, all the time.” It’d no longer been about grabbing for Stiles hands to test his powers, now it was just about annoying him and trying to get to them through that smacking. Ninety percent of the time it was a fail, but it was still amusing. “So treat people like tech.” That could be the most genius advice or the worst advice he’d ever heard, only time would tell. He whined a low sound of annoyance like that puppy Stiles had picked up when shoved, and leaned forward to step on that blanket as Stiles tried to walk off with it. “Not today, Satan.” He grinned as he stomped on it to regain control. --- “That could get boring after a while. You might need to change it up at some point.” If Cisco wanted to test his powers, well, too bad. Stiles wasn’t going to let him. Not that he knew that’s what Cisco was trying to do. “Um, yeah, pretty much. It could work.” Maybe he should have walked a little faster. He stumbled back a bit when Cisco stomped his foot on the blanket. “Hey!” He tugged on the blanket. “I’m stealing this fair and square. Get your giant foot off of it!” * “Hm. Interesting. I’ll try it.” Cisco had book smarts and computer smarts, but what he lacked was people smarts. Stiles was impossibly useful when it came to that. He was so awkward when it came to understanding other people, but Stiles was comfortable with it. Cisco had been watching him all this time, he was smarter than he let on. He could do whatever he set his mind to. Right now, that seemed to be stealing from Cisco. Cisco was determined to keep that blanket. “Nope, mine. I stole it first. It’s my precious. ” He gave it a big pull in attempt to yank it back into his arms and out of his friends grip. --- “If that doesn’t work, we’ll find another way for you to become less shy with people.” Stiles is on another mission. He already got Cisco laid, which was mission number one. Now he needed to get Cisco to stop being so shy around people. “Go back to your cave, Gollum!” He was about to walk off again, but was yanked back when Cisco yanked at the blanket. “I don’t need this abuse!” He turned and threw the blanket over Cisco’s head. “It’s all yours buddy!” He was trying not to laugh, but it was hard not to. * Cisco had always been an awkward person. He was a walking encyclopedia of movies and comic books, and that hadn’t exactly made him Mr. Popularity. He’d only recently started coming out of his shell around Stiles and the others. His family had certainly done a number on his confidence too, that hadn’t helped. “No more plans.” Not that this plan had been a bad one, but he just wanted to exist for a while and not worry about people. “Just more blanket.” He grinned as he half crouched there on that couch much like Gollum as the blanket flew back at him and he wrapped it around himself protectively. He looked quite smug at Stiles. “Musen’t let him have the precious.” He wrapped the blanket around himself and slipped back against the couch in a bundle of ridiculous looking but adorable looking blanket staring out at Stiles like Gollum after the ring. ---- Stiles was pretty geeky when it came to movies and other stuff, so there was definitely no reason for Cisco to hold back when they hung out together. Most times, Stiles knew exactly what Cisco was talking about or who he was quoting. “Oh, fine,” he said with a wave of his hand and roll of his eyes. “Keep your precious. I don’t want it anymore. I want something else instead.” Like, the thing he had originally came down here for in the first place. Junk food. “Bye, Gollum,” he waved and then headed to the kitchen. * Cisco was anything but reserved around Stiles if that little slap fight had taught him anything. Stiles treated him like a real friend, he’d never had that. He cherished it more than he’d ever be able to express. “Bring us a cookie and we’ll show you to Mordor.” He called after Stiles, at first not wanting to get up-but unsure he’d actually give him anything if he didn’t. He pinned the blanket to his shoulders like a cape and followed after him. “Wait!” What, this was what all mature adults did. Shut up. |