Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2018-05-20 22:12:00 |
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So, the talk with his dad had gone a lot better than his crazy mind had come up with. But now that it was done and over with and they were both stuffed full of pizza, it was now time to text Scott and let him know that it was safe to come home. Grabbing his phone he sent a quick text. It’s safe! You can come home now. No more needing to hide. After that, he placed his phone onto the nightstand, grabbed his laptop and decided to scroll through the network while waiting for Scott to come home. * Scott wasn’t sure how things were going to go with Stiles’ dad. Granted, this would probably be better than trying to explain werewolves and the rest of the supernatural, but Scott still didn’t envy his best friend. Some of his worry was dismissed when he got the text. He thanked Cora for letting him hang out then left for home. He came through the cautiously, but his nose told him Stiles’ dad wasn’t here. Scott followed that same nose to find Stiles. He cracked open the bedroom door to stick his head in. “Hey,” he said. “How’d it go?” * Stiles looked up from the laptop when Scott peeked his head inside. Should he just come out and say that it went fine or should he mess with him? Stupid question. “It sucked,” he replied with a pout. The pout didn’t say for long. A smile cracked through before he finally said, “It went fine. Better than I had thought it would go.” He still didn’t know why he had been so nervous. It had been a waste of time to worry so much. He closed the laptop and set it off to the side since Scott was pretty much going to have his full attention now. “Are you going to keep standing there or are you going to come all the way in?” * There was a very brief moment when Scott almost believed him, but his heart rate wasn’t right for that pout. Still, a grin spread across his face to see Stiles’ smiling. “Hey, I was just getting an idea of the atmosphere in here.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Scott stepped in and automatically shut the door behind him. He made it quiet like when they’d been sneaking around then went to sit on the bed with Stiles. “Glad your dad isn’t in the hospital with an aneurysm.” * “Well, it’s definitely safe since all went well,” Stiles reassured him and then watched as he finally came all the way into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. Stiles laughed. How could he not? “He already pretty much figured it out after catching us,” he said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “He had just been waiting for me to come and say something to him.” And now hopefully things could get back to normal and no more weirdness between anyone anymore. “Although, if anyone ended up in the hospital, it might’ve been me. My dad said cock far too much for my liking.” He seriously wanted to scrub that part of the conversation from his brain. But it was just there. Torturing him. So, why not torture Scott with it too? * “Yeah well,” Scott said as he shrugged a shoulder. “There’s figuring it out and then there’s living in denial. Your dad likes living in denial so much he has a summer home in Egypt.” Ba dum dum. Of course then Stiles made Scott’s train of thought not only go off the rails but it plummeted over the cliff into the ravine. All he could do was stare for long moments before finally finding his voice. “He said cock?” Scott could barely say cock! “Why was he saying cock?” He wasn’t sure he really wanted to know in case it was some kind of twisted How To talk. * “I know, I know. It’s why I needed to just come out and say it. Or things would have just gotten way too weird around here.” And he didn’t want that. Like, at all. Stiles nodded. “Yeah, he said it. He said it like several times. That was seven times too many for me.” He wasn’t even going to mention that it made him turn red. “Because…” he started and then pretty much told Scott exactly what had been said to him. “Do you want to scrub your brain as much as I do now?” he asked when he finished repeating what his dad had said to him. * By the end of that, Scott was reduced to putting his hands over his ears and going LA LA LA STOP IT STILES! Finally, he reached out to push at Stiles to get him to stop. “Oh my god I am never going to be able to look at your dad without imagining him saying cock!” Scott shuddered. “I am now put off my appetite. Not eating dinner. Or breakfast. Or ever again.” * Scott’s reaction was kind of funny, but it didn’t make Stiles stop until he finished with the whole entire thing. Now they could both suffer with that information. Oh yes. “How do you think I feel!?” He was actually there for it. At least all Scott got was a retelling of it. “Oh, cool. I can finish off the rest of the pizza since I killed your appetite.” Stiles smiled a huge goofy grin before reaching out and slightly pushing Scott. * “There’s pizza?” Scott perked up then grinned as Stiles pushed at him. “Mine!” Then he was in motion, running for the door to go find pizza. Yeah, teenage boys’ appetites can only be killed for so long. * Damn, Stiles should have never mentioned that there was pizza in the fridge. Stiles stood up and followed after Scott. “Are you starving or something?” he asked once he made it into the kitchen. “You took off pretty damn fast.” * “Yeah, I’m starving,” Scott said as he pulled the pizza box out of the oven. “Besides, figured you’d try to keep me from getting to the pizza. Which you didn’t and that’s a total let down.” He didn’t even care what kind of pizza it was. He just pulled a slice out and bit into it. Cold pizza was awesome! “Whass ta dwink?” he asked with a mouth full. * “I could just smack that pizza box out of your hand and take it from you,” Stiles pointed out, acting like he might actually do that. He didn’t, though. He wasn’t hungry. He had already ate far too many slices of pizza already. He leaned against the counter and watched as Scott started to chow down like it was going out of style. “Soda, water or we can steal a couple of beers.” That was pretty much it. They really needed to go shopping. * Scott made a face. “Unless there’s wolfsbane to put in the beer, bleh. It tastes horrible.” He swallowed as he pushed at Stiles’ shoulder. “Be useful. Get me a soda.” He smirked knowing he would pay for that. “So how awkward is he going to be and where is he?” Scott would lay odds Sheriff Stilinski was out having beer of his own. * “No wolfsbane. I didn’t have time go to buy some,” Stiles joked. “Really?” He stared at Scott for a moment before he playfully pushed him back and then went to grab a soda. Of course, he didn’t hand it over to Scott right away. Instead, he popped it open and took a swig of it before finally handing it over. “I don’t know. I mean, it shouldn’t be too awkward anymore. At least that’s what I was hoping.” Because he really didn’t want things to be awkward anymore. “I have no idea. I went to my room after we finished eating and then I texted you. So, your guess is as good as mine.” * “So he doesn’t want to kill me for corrupting his darling baby boy.” Scott wasn’t going to be able to hold back his laughter. Taking a drink of soda helped. Honestly, he was glad to hear things would be calmer and less awkward. He had always looked at Stiles’ dad like a surrogate father of his own. Hell, sometimes it seemed like the Sheriff felt like Scott’s surrogate father. He never asked because he never wanted to ruin it. * Stiles shook his head at Scott’s question. “Nope. As far as I know he doesn’t want to. I mean, if you really want to know, you’ll have to ask him yourself. But so far I think it’s safe to say that he doesn’t want to murder you.” He hopped up onto the counter since it looked like they were staying in the kitchen while Scott ate his pizza. “He probably thinks I corrupt you more than you corrupt me.” * “You do,” Scott said as he put the pizza down. “Even my mom said so.” He came to stand in front of Stiles, blocking him from getting down from the counter with his hands on either side of Stiles’ legs. “But I’m glad we don’t have to sneak around anymore.” He locked eyes with Stiles, his lips pulled to one side. “It’ll make a few things a lot easier.” * “Why does everyone think I’m the one who does all the corrupting? You’re not as innocent as they all think you are. If they only knew!” Okay, so maybe Stiles was the one who usually came up with the ideas and the schemes, but that’s because Scott royally sucked at them. “Hmm, I don’t know…” he looked down at Scott, placing his own hands on top of Scott’s. “It was kind of fun sneaking around. Even if we weren’t as sneaky as we thought.” Yeah, he just spilled that bit of information to Scott. Not that it mattered. They didn’t need to sneak around anymore. Everything was out in the open now. Which is why he had no problem leaning down a bit to kiss Scott. * “Yeah, I kind of figured we weren’t.” They’d get caught up in what they were doing and sound travels. Just like Stiles’ dad wasn’t that subtle with his keys. But if he wasn’t going to interrupt he and Stiles they weren’t going to stop. Scott welcomed the kiss by returning it eagerly. A low growl pressed into it. He couldn’t help it. This was a line they had crossed, and he had no interest in drawing in the sand again. To him, this was simply taking their friendship to an obvious next level. * “I guess this means that I’m the only one who thought they were being sneaky.” Jokes on him. He was the only one who thought it while everyone else either heard them or knew they were being heard. He moved his hands away from Scott’s. One hand rested on Scott’s shoulder and the other moved up into his hair. That wasn’t the only thing he did. Hearing Scott’s growl was kind of a turn on and he wanted Scott to be all that much closer to him now. So, he wrapped his legs around Scott and pulled him as close as he possibly could. * Scott grinned into the continued kiss for being pulled in. His arms wrapped around Stiles’ waist to help in getting them as close as possible, and he realized that the growl turned Stiles’ screws. Sure they didn’t have to sneak around anymore, but continuing what they were doing in the kitchen wasn’t exactly a good idea. If Stiles’ dad walked in there’d still be hell to pay. It would have been that way even if it was a girl in here with either of them doing this. So instead of testing the limits of Stiles’ dad’s patience, Scott flexed his werewolf muscles and pulled Stiles off the the counter, easily supporting his weight. “Bedroom?” * Stiles wasn’t exactly thinking about getting caught right now. He was mostly focused on kissing Scott and holding as close as he possibly could. The only thing that made him stop with the kissing was when Scott practically pulled him off of the counter. He held on tighter, not wanting to fall to the ground. “Yes. Bedroom,” he replied after catching his breath for a moment. “Also, you taste like pizza,” he added in with a smile. |