Teen Wolf - Two for the mental scarring of one!
Climbing into the room Derek looked speculatively at the miserable excuse for plants that were trying (unsuccessfully) to grow in Stiles’s window box.
“Acontium suscitandum?”
Stiles waved his hand dismissively; hoping if he kept his focus on the monitor Derek would forget it.
“Scott or Jackson?”
Stiles guffawed, gasped and choked a bit in horror.
“Me?”
Where had Stiles’ words gone? Sudden change of topic required right now please brain.
Derek looked at Stiles (thoughtfully not death-dealingly).
The sound of clothes being removed forced Stiles to spin around in his chair.
Derek (half naked) shrugged, “You could have just asked.”
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Danny thinks: Stiles is on some really funny drugs.
Danny had bumped into a very worried looking Stilinski in the corridor. The baggie in his hands dusting them with dried flowers; contrite and appalled he had cleaned them up, told Danny to have a shower ...now.
He would do the right thing and encourage him to speak to someone.
As soon as Jackson stopped blocking the door and masturbating.
After he had pried Scott and Isaac off his sides. Which would be infinitely easier once they stopped making out on his chest.