Re: The Bar - OTA
"You think you're funny," Derek commented. He pressed his thumb against Stiles' lower lip, and the corners of his mouth turned up. "It's cute, the way you keep trying to make jokes."
He set his glass down on the bar and wrapped his hand around the boy's hip, right where the blue shirt that Isaac had dressed the boy in rode up, revealing a tantalizing strip of bare skin just above the brand.