Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-02-12 19:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, scott mccall, stiles stilinski |
Who: Sciles (Scott/Stiles)
Where: Home - Scott’s Bedroom
When: Monday Morning (2/5)
What: Stiles is gonna get payback for all the teasing Scott did over the weekend.
Status: Complete
The moment he was dropped off at home, Stiles quickly made his way into the house. He dropped his stuff by the door and made his way straight to Scott’s bedroom. Stiles was going to get payback for all those photos Scott kept sending him over the weekend. What was he going to do? He wasn’t quite sure. He was just kind of going with whatever happens, happens. He opened the door quickly and then shut it as quietly as he possibly could. He turned and looked at Scott asleep on his bed. So, far he hadn’t woken up. Good. Then he was going to have fun doing the next thing. With a running start, he jumped onto the bed and pinned Scott down before he could figure out what was going on. Grinning, he let his eyes flash to gold as he held Scott in place. “GOOD MORNING, YOU FUCKING TEASE!” * Scott had enjoyed sending teasing Stiles with the photos since his best friend had been cheating by sneaking his phone away from Lydia during their weekend sleepover. He knew he was in for it when Stiles got back. Was he complaining or worried? Hell no. Still. Somehow Stiles had turned into a world class sneak and surprised him. It was a good thing Scott recognized the scent or this might have gone a different way than him looking up at Stiles with a sleepy grin. “Could you get louder? I don’t think you woke the rest of the city.” * Stiles thought about Scott’s question for a moment, still grinning. “I probably could, but I don’t want to.” He leaned in and gave Scott a quick kiss on the lips before he let his whole body just plop down on top of Scott’s. “I think I’ll lay here forever.” He wiggled around a bit and then stopped. “You have far too much fun sending me those kinds of pictures when I’m nowhere near you. You should be punished for it,” he said in a somewhat joking manner. * Scott grinned into the kiss then laughed when Stiles went limp on top of him. The wiggle kind of woke up other parts of him which turned his laugh into something more throaty and Scott put his arms around him. “Is that so?” Scott asked with a slight growl in his voice. “And you think you’re capable of dishing out punishment?” * “Yep, that is so,” he told him with another little wiggle. He knew exactly what he was doing. That was the point. “Hmm…maybe I can. Maybe I can’t.” He knew that he probably couldn’t do anything too drastic. Not to mention he was kind of fine just being dead weight on top of Scott. “I guess we’ll just have to find out…smelly.” He snickered after adding the new nickname. He couldn’t let that go. Not after the conversation they had while he had snuck onto his phone over the weekend. * “Oh here we go with the smelly crap!” Scott laughed as he kept one arm wrapped firmly around Stiles then did a tickle attack to Stiles’ ribs with his free hand. “You realize you do things like this a lot so if I’m smelly it’s because I smell like you.” * “You knew I was going to bring it back, didn’t you?” he said, grinning even if Scott couldn’t see him. “It might be one of those things that will be hard to let go.” And then the tickling started. “Hey!” He swatted at Scott’s hand. “Knock it off!” He was wiggling around more and still trying to swat Scott’s hand away so that he would stop getting tickled. “Okay, okay, so you make a fair point there. Not that you actually smell bad or anything.” * Scott grinned even more for the swatting and the wiggling, but he took advantage of the situation to flip Stiles over onto his back. He made sure to have one leg over both of Stiles’ and most of his weight pressed against him. “What were you saying about punishment?” * Stiles had been paying far too much attention to the tickling, which is why he ended up on his back, looking up at Scott now. This was not how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be pinning Scott down and dishing out a punishment for all the teasing pictures. “I forgot?” he replied with a goofy looking smile. “So, now you have me. What are you going to do?” * Scott’s grin turned a little feral as his eyes scanned over Stiles’ torso. He leaned down to take a nip at the flesh where shoulder and neck meet, making it slow, dragging it out. After, he murmured in Stiles’ ear. “I’m going to take a shower because apparently I smell.” Then he made to get out of bed. * Stiles wouldn’t have minded of Scott kept on with the nipping and all of that, but he stopped, which is not what Stiles wanted. Not only that, he was getting up. “Well, then!” He sat up. “I think I should come in there with you.” He jumped off of the bed and stood right next to Scott. “Gotta make sure you scrub all of the smelly away,” he explain, flashing Scott a smile. * “Suit yourself,” Scott said then hauled his tshirt up over his head. A well timed flick had it land in Stiles’ face. While his best friend was dealing with that, Scott rid himself of his sweatpants then rushed for the bathroom door. * “Really?” he said in that flat tone of his while pulling the t-shirt from off of his head. What he expected to see and what he actually saw were two different things. He thought Scott would still be standing there, but no, he already took off to the bathroom! “Hey! Are you trying to get away from me? You know that’s useless!” He quickly rushed after Scott and threw his arms around Scott’s middle and held onto him. “You can’t get away from me.” * “Oh my god you freak!” Scott laughed as he got half tackled. He reached behind him to wrap an arm around Stiles as best he could as he tried to continue on the way to the bathroom. “This is going to make taking a shower difficult, you realize.” Not that he was complaining. He had missed this, and was a bit surprised to learn how much. Geez, it had only been a few days! And yet, he felt it nonetheless. * “You love me!” Stiles said as he continued his hold on Scott. “Yeah, I realize this. I’ll let go…maybe.” Just not at that moment. Even if it was a little awkward trying to walk anywhere now. “Do you want me to let you go?” he asked, as he glanced up at Scott, waiting for the answer. Not that he really cared what Scott said. He just wanted to make Scott think he had a say in this. Scott wasn’t the only one feeling that way. Stiles was too. Yeah, it had only been a couple of days, but it felt like forever. * Scott glanced down at Stiles with a lopsided smirk on his face. There were a number of ways he could answer that, but only one that would be completely honest. He gently disentangled himself from Stiles only to put his hands behind Stiles’ neck to pull him in for a desperate kiss that he deepened in stages until he, himself was left breathless. “No,” he said as he pulled back with a smile. * Stiles tried to hold on, but he pretty much gave up and let Scott get free of his hold. It was worth letting go, though. Especially if Scott was going to kiss him like that. They could stand there forever and keep kissing like that and he’d die happy. “Good.” He smiled. “Because I’m never letting go. You’re kinda stuck with me. But you don’t seem to be minding that very much.” |