Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2018-05-18 21:16:00 |
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Things had been weird between Stiles and his dad ever since he and Scott came home drunk and making out. It was almost like his dad forgot how to speak whenever he was around Stiles and/or Scott and Stiles really couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted the weirdness to just stop, which was why he was sitting on the couch, waiting for his dad to come home. The more he sat there and waited, he more nervous he became. Maybe this was a bad idea. He stood up, changing his mind just as the front door opened. Dad’s home. “Hey.” * Since ‘The Night’, as Noah had taken to thinking of it, he’d been giving Stiles a little space. He’d always felt like his son could talk to him about pretty much anything. In fact, there were a lot of things he’d rather his kid hadn’t told him (or lectured him about). Still, this was the kind of time when he had to simply sit back and wait for the ‘right time’ to present itself and hope it presented itself pretty damn fast so Noah could get back to working hard and pretending he had a normal life! It was getting increasingly difficult to walk into the apartment as it was, Noah making sure he made plenty of noise, just in case the boys needed to ‘adjust’ themselves. Seriously, who rattled their keys this much unless you had Parkinson’s disease? Hadn’t Stiles figured out what he was doing yet? And the kid thought he was smart! He walked into the living room, after taking far longer than was needed to actually check through the pile of crap that passed for mail. “Hey, Stiles,” he said with a small smile, “Scott not around?” he asked as he chucked the menus and various detritus onto the coffee table. “What’s to eat?” he asked, hopefully. Well, it would be nice just once to come home to actual food, right? * Stiles had noticed all the things that his dad had been doing, lie being extra noisy whenever he came home or came out of his bedroom. He knew what he was doing. It shouldn’t have to happen and he kind of felt a little bad about that. Which is another reason why he had waited for his dad to come home. “Uh, nope,” he said with a small shake of his head. “No idea where Scott went off to.” That’s why it was only Stiles that had been sitting on the couch waiting instead of them both waiting to have a talk. It was better this way anyway. Stiles needed to do this himself. “Uh. I don’t know. Whatever’s in the fridge?” * “Alright, well I’m sure he’ll show up when he’s hungry,” it was what growing boys tended to do, he remembered all too well. Noah went over to the fridge and took a look inside, “so, one of us forgot to do the grocery shopping,” he said staring sadly at the single lettuce leaf in the crisper and the half inch of milk at the bottom of the carton. “So, you wanna order out?” suddenly the pile of crap on the coffee table seemed hugely appealing, particularly if there was a meal in there waiting for him. Noah sat down on the couch next to his kid and pulled out a pizza delivery menu, “tempted? C’mon, it’s been a while since we got to have dinner like we used to.” He wasn’t sure what was up with Stiles but it was definitely something. Usually there’d be more grabbing a less frowning when he suggested pizza night. Okay, unless he was getting lectured about the crappy diet he ate, which happened more often than he liked to admit. “Okay, kid, what’s going on?” he said looking over at Stiles, “if you wring your hands any more they might fall off. Talk.” * “Probably.” Right now he wasn’t really worried about Scott. Scott could take care of himself and, like his dad said, if he got hungry enough he’ll come home. He sat back down on the couch as he dad went into the kitchen to see what they had left. It wasn’t much, but he already knew that from looking into the fridge earlier on. “Sure.” It had been a while. He really couldn’t remember the last time they actually ate any kind of meal together. So much had been going on back home and now they were here still busy. Yeah, he wasn’t being his enthusiastic self right now. Mostly because his nerves were on overdrive. He glanced down at his hands. He had been wring them on and off for the past hour. And if he wasn’t doing that, his leg was bouncing with all the nervous energy that he had. “I wanted to talk…about the night of the party...” * Nope, this wasn’t the kid he’d brought up for all these years. That kid talked the hind leg off a pony and never used one word when a dozen would do the job. So, now Noah was worried and officially so. That Stiles wasn’t biting his hand off for pizza only contributed to his concern. Noah felt his heart leap into his throat as Stiles spoke about The Night and quickly swallowed. Well, here it came, the test of whether he could go on considering he was a decent parent or whether he would have to hand his badge in and put himself out to pasture for good. So, no pressure then. “Alright,” he said with a nod, “what do you want to talk about… exactly?” Noah asked, wondering if he could manage a quick ‘pizza-order deflection’ in there before they got down to the actual parenting. Give him time to collect his thoughts and work out the best way to say… things. Yeah, he doubted it. Better to jump right on in. * Stiles definitely noticed how his dad was reacting to just mentioning the one night. He was almost afraid to see how his dad was going to react to everything else that he was going to say. Well, he started it. There was no backing down now. He just needed to get it out there and then they could move on. Hopefully. “Everything. I don’t want things to be weird anymore. And, also, sorry for the way I was acting that night.” Not that he remember a lot of it. A lot of that night was a little fuzzy. But getting caught, that stuck into his mind and it wasn’t leaving anytime soon. “I wasn’t kissing Scott just because I was drunk…” he paused for a moment before continuing on. “I think I’m bi…” He shook his head. “Nope, I don’t think. I am. Definitely am.” * Yep, they were really going to do this. Noah mentally buckled himself in for the journey and pulled his face into a more neutral and curious expression, waiting to see where Stiles was going to go with this before he jumped in and either stole his thunder or cut him off in mid-stream. “Things are weird?” Like, in their world they’d notice yet another weird thing happening? The weirdest thing was having Scott living with them and not because of The Night. Because he was barely capable of making sure one teenager stayed alive, let alone two. Noah nodded, “apology accepted and appreciated,” he said as magnanimously as he was able because there was more coming his way, he knew it. And here it was! “You’re bi. Okay,” what did Stiles think Noah was going to say right now? “I’ll be honest,” he said with a small smirk, “I kinda got that part by the way you were grinding up against another guy and trying to get him into your bedroom. People get drunk off their asses all the time, but they rarely get that drunk,” he told his son. “So, now I get the preacher in and get you boys into classes to undo the bi within, right?” he said with a raised eyebrow. “C’mere you idiot,” he pulled Stiles towards him and gave him a tight hug, “you’re my son. That you’re happy is all that I care about,” Noah told him as he ruffled his hair. * “Yeah, things were weird. It kind of felt like we were being avoided.” Maybe he had been reading it wrong, but that’s how it felt. Okay, so it was out there and all he had to do was wait and see how his dad was going to take this information. And for a moment he almost forgot how to breath. But then he exhaled the breath he was holding when his dad smirked and said what he had said. “They might,” he said with a small smirk of his own. “Ha-ha-ha, no.” Stiles had no idea why he had been so nervous before. This conversation wasn’t going as bad as his mind had made up earlier on. He leaned in and hugged his dad back. “Thanks.” A few moments later and he was pulling away. “And thanks for messing up my hair.” He finally reached across and grabbed the pizza advert. “So, we’re still getting pizza, right?” * “I’m sorry if it felt that way,” he said, genuinely meaning it, “but you had to come to me with this. When you were ready.” There was no way he’d push Stiles into a move that major and he hoped his son understood why he’d let it play out the way he had. Noah shook his head, “no, they really don’t, kid. Here’s what I know to be a fact, from years of experience at life. You’re born and you’re either in love with just your own cock or can’t wait to see how many you can play with,” he said sagely. “Guys tend to be pretty simple where cocks are concerned. You don’t accidently find one in your hand and realise it’s not your own.” Which he knew was going to embarrass the hell out of his kid, but what the hell. Call it payback for the whole hallway incident. “You’re welcome. Do me a favour, though, remember I’m supposed to be looking out for you and Scott? At least try to sneak around, huh?” Noah asked with a wince. “Stop, your hair can take it!” he gave it another ruffle as he slung his arm around his kid and leaned in to see the menu. “Of course we’re still getting pizza! You think you get to start eating champagne and caviar, just cause you came out to me?” he gave a soft huruf. “Pizza’s good enough to celebrate anything with,” Noah said with a nod, “so, what are we having?” * “It did finally make me say fu-forget it, we need to talk.” So, his dad’s plan for Stiles to be the one to initiate it worked. Stiles was staring now. Okay, he was fine with finally coming out to his dad, but this conversation needed to stop! Like, right now. The more his talk talked the more his mind screamed noooooo, no, no, no. We don’t want to hear this from you! It really did take a lot to embarrass him. But having his dad talk about that, it didn’t seem right at all! “Okay! Nice to know. Can we please move on?” He smiled a little. “Yeah, okay. We’ll try.” It’s what they were doing lately anyway. Sneaking back and forth to each other’s bedrooms. Maybe they weren’t as sneaky as they thought? “Ugh, you’re knocking all the gel out,” he sighed loudly, trying not to laugh. He didn’t actually care. It wasn’t like he was going back out again. “Yes, but change the fish eggs to something else,” he played along before looking down at the menu. “This one,” he replied as he pointed to he pizza with practically everything on it. * “Seriously? The conversation we’re having and right now you decide we need censorship?” Noah said with a grin. “If you can do it, you can say it,” he stated simply but was glad his son had finally gotten to talking to him. Right now Noah wished he could snap a picture of Stiles’ face because it was a damn picture alright! So his father knew how guy-brains worked, this couldn’t come as too much of a shock to the kid, could it? “Oh right,” he said with a nod, “parents don’t have sex. Ever. Even when the subject of said affection is trying to deny dry-humping his best friend right in front of him,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Keep on thinking that, kid, illusions are a terrible thing to spoil,” Noah chuckled. “Thank god! Do you know how difficult it’s been trying to not catch you two idiots?” he said giving his son a stern look. “Cop. Remember? Kinda hard to ignore what’s going on right under my nose,” in some cases it felt almost literally. “You can get more gel, but you’ll never get this moment back, so I’m making the most of it,” Noah told him giving his kid another tight hug. Yeah, it felt good to know that Stiles trusted him enough to share the big stuff, as well as the pizza. “Dream on, my budget doesn’t stretch past beer and pizza and we’ve both seen what happens when we add beer to you, boy,” he teased. Noah tossed Stiles the phone, “call it in, I’m just gonna bask in the glow of your cherry-cheeks for a while.” * “Yes. Now I’m saying there needs to be censorship.” And it kept on. And Stiles just did not want images in his head. Like, at all. He was going to have nightmares by the end of this conversation. He was sure of it! “Oh god, please stop. Kids don’t want to hear about their parents. Ever. Just like parents never want to hear about their kids doing it.” It was like a universal law that both parties just did not want to know or hear it. “I like my false illusion, thank you very much.” Yep, that right there let him know that they hadn’t been as sneaky as they thought they had been. He wondered if he should let Scott know or would it just freak him out too much and make him stop? He did not want to find that out. “Good point.” He kind of half hugged back. “I’m guessing it’s pizza and soda then?” Not that he wanted to point out that he had more than just beer that night. He caught the phone and started to dial the number. “Ohmygod…you suck right now.” He turned so that his back was facing his dad so that he could make the order. Because if he kept looking at his dad he’d probably forget how to order a pizza. |