Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-02-18 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, scott mccall, stiles stilinski |
Who: Sciles (Scott/Stiles)
Where: Roller skating rink!
When: 2/13 (backdated)
What: Stiles and Scott go roller skating.
Status: Complete
Yep, Stiles still prefered his jeep, but no, something was wrong with it again and he hadn’t gotten around to fixing it, which is why he agreed to get on Scott’s bike with him. He still hated it. And the second that he could get off of it, he did. “I still don’t like that thing,” he muttered as he took off the helmet and then handed it to Scott. At least they were at the rink. Now they can have some fun, well, once they got inside. * Scott had made than his normal ride on his bike. Just for Stiles. He’d been grinning the entire trip. If he felt Stiles’ grip on his loosen up Scott would take a corner faster than was necessarily safe. It was a riot...and kind of hot if he wanted to admit it. He wouldn’t, though. This was becoming a fun game to play. He laughed when he took the helmet. “Such a whiny baby,” he accused in an amused tone. The helmets were hooked onto the bike handles then he pushed Stiles toward the door to the rink. “You’re paying since this was your idea.” * “I think you have way too much fun having me ride with you.” Stiles wanted to add that Scott was torturing him as well, but he decided to hold that back. Instead, he just rolled his eyes and let Scott push him towards the door and inside. “Okay, I’m paying.” He stuck his tongue out at Scott real quick and then went to pay their admission and for rental skates since they didn’t have their own. Once he was finished with that, he grabbed Scott by the hand and pulled him along to get their skates. * While Stiles was getting things taken care of Scott was watching the people already on the rink with a skeptical look on his face. This looked dangerous. Sure they’d heal quickly, but a broken wrist or ankle still fucking hurt! He was pulled out of his thoughts as Stiles pulled him by the hand. “You sure you don’t want to do something else? Maybe they have alligator wrestling somewhere. Might be safer.” * Stiles looked back at Scott and shook his head. “Nope, we’re doing this.” They were there. It was already paid for. They were getting those skates, putting them on and going out on the rink. He still didn’t think it would be all that hard to do. It was like ice skating, but instead of ice it was an actual floor and instead of blades on the skates there were wheels. How hard could it really be? “You had your chance to back out when I first suggested we do this. Too late now, Scott!” He grabbed the skates when they were handed to him. “What are you so worried about anyway?” He saw the look on Scott’s face and he knew it far to well. * “Falling on my ass, thank you.” Scott had a lopsided smirk on his face as he took the skates in a show of bowing to the inevitable. “Breaking a tailbone hurts. Remember how it felt to slip and fall in the locker room.” All of the players had done it at least once. Scott sighed as he sat down to switch out his shoes for death on wheels. Getting to his feet introduced him to how the night was going to go as the wheels immediately rolled, causing him to wave an arm to get his balance. “Cry havoc and let loose the dogs of war?” * “I’ll rub it all better,” Stiles told him as he flashed him a quick smirk. “Yeah, I remember. It still isn’t going to make me change my mind here.” He wanted to do this. And he as going to drag Scott down with him no matter what. “You’re worrying too much. This is supposed to be fun.” He sat down on the floor and pulled off his shoes. He was barely getting the second one on his foot when Scott was already getting up and almost falling. “Don’t you dare fall on me,” he warned as he hurried up. He did not need to be squished right now. “See, not so hard,” he said as he carefully stood up and wobbled a little. Yeah, this was going to get a little bit of getting used to. “Think we’ll make it into the rink without falling?” * One of the things that always annoyed any Alpha Scott met was how he had a decided lack of dignity, for most things anyway. This was one of those moments that would have made them sigh into their hands. He caught Stiles’ elbow when he wobbled even though Scott weebled along with him. He ended up chuckling again as he gave Stiles a grin. “Honestly? No.” Then he grabbed Stiles’ hand and pushed off to get them on the floor. * They were totally going to eat it before they even made it, Stiles was sure of that. Especially with how Scott just grabbed his hand and started leading them both to the rink. Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall. Stiles was way too happy at the fact that they had made it without falling. They had made it across the carpeted floor and were now in the rink. Except he was celebrating too early. He ended up losing his footing and went crashing to the ground. And since he still had a hold on Scott’s hand he dragged him down with him. “I think this floor is harder than the locker room floor,” he muttered with a groan. “Is that possible?” * “Hey!” Scott felt his own skates want to take off before he was ready, but it was Stiles falling that actually took him down. He twisted to avoid landing on his best friend and ended up bashing his elbow on the floor. Sharp tingles shot through his arm which had him laughing and groaning at the same time. “Harder and more polished,” Scott said through his laugh. “I think they wax this thing.” * “I bet they did.” Stiles finally got up onto his knees, but that’s as far as he was willing to go at the moment. He knew they couldn’t stay there the whole time. That wasn’t the point of them doing this! “Let’s try this again!” He had enough sitting on the hard ass floor. He grabbed onto the wall and got back up onto his feet. “Hurry up and get up.” He held his hand out for Scott, while still holding onto the wall with his other. * Scott waved Stiles off as he started to get up. “We’ll just end up on our asses again if you try to help me up. I got this.” It may have been extremely undignified, but Scott planted his hands on the floor then got to his feet butt first. He slowly lifted his torso up, straightening with his feet trying to go in two different directions. After a few moments of that he seemed to have this balance thing down. “Okay,” he said with a lopsided grin. “If I don’t move I won’t die.” * Stiles shrugged and pulled his hand away since Scott didn’t want any help getting up off of the floor. With his other hand still holding onto the wall, he watched as Scott slowly got up. “There’s a problem with that,” Stiles pointed out, “You have to actually move to skate.” * “That sounds…” Scott started as he tried to push off a little, “...almost Zenish.” He grinned at Stiles. “A rolling stone gathers no moss. It is easier to go with the river than against it. You have to actually move to ska-aaATE!” He had managed to get a bit more onto the rink only to have a group of kids zoom around him at top speed. Scott ended up going in awkward circles to keep from falling. * Stiles thought about it for a moment. Yeah, it did kind of sound zenish. “It got you moving. So it worked.” He watched Scott for a moment before he started to skate. Unlike Scott, though, Stiles made sure to stay near the wall, just in case he needed to grab a hold of it again. “It looks like your chasing an invisible tail,” he said while laughing as he watched Scott spin around and around awkwardly because of the damn zooming kids. * That set Scott to laughing which shook his balance a little. He ended up windmilling his arms a bit, got his balance back then, once there was a clear spot, pushed himself over to Stiles...who he ended up kind of slamming gently into since stopping was still a thing. “Sorry,” he said. Even if he had just accidentally copped a feel. Scott grinned unapologetically for that then got himself against the wall beside Stiles. * Stiles just ended up laughing even more. How could he not? He was seriously waiting for Scott to hit the ground, but that didn’t happen. Instead, he watched as Scott started to make his way towards him. He should move. He knows he should, but he didn’t and now Scott was all up in his personal space. “No you’re not.” Honestly, Scott could have stayed right there, but he knew they couldn’t just stand there the whole time. “Are you going to hang around the wall with me now?” * No, he wasn’t sorry. Any excuse to get up close and personal with Stiles, especially in public which made it all the more exciting, was taken advantage of. So his grin didn’t go anywhere even for being caught out. “Hey if you aren’t going out there, I’m not.” Scott maybe Alpha, but that meant he wasn’t stupid. This was definitely survival. * “After what I just witness with those kids and you…I’m not stupid!” If they were ice skating, that would be a whole different story. But this was not like ice skating at all! “Oh look,” he motioned towards the kids coming back around for another lap. “Would it be wrong to make them trip?” * Scott laughed. “Go ahead and try. Bet they take you down with them and then I’d have to rescue you.” This was turning out to be some kind of train wreck. A fun train wreck. Stiles had been right about that, but it was still definitely not one of their finest moments. This was more on par with walking into the gay bar. * “Hmmm…” Stiles thought about the idea for a moment and what Scott just said. “Never mind. I’m falling on my own. I don’t need their help.” It would have been funny, but not with the thought of getting tangled up in with them. He grabbed Scott’s hand, “Come on,” he said as he started to skate again, “I’m tired of standing around.” They might not be doing so well, but he was still having fun. And that was the whole point of this. * “I swear the little hooligans were aiming for me,” Scott grumbled. “Look! They move in a pack! Hunting us.” Those kids did seem to have suspicious smiles on their faces. Little bastards. When Stiles pulled him out, Scott whined a little but did his best to keep up as well as not pull them down again. “So if we make one lap without falling or colliding with anything or anyone I’m calling it a win.” * Stiles saw the look on their faces. “Oh.my.god. They’re totally trying to take us down. Or at least you. Once again I’m getting dragged into something because of you.” So, not only was he trying not to fall, but he was pulling Scott along and he was trying to watch out for the freakin’ kids. “I’ll call it a win, too!” They still had a bit of a ways to go, but he was confident that they could make it. * A LaCrosse field was bigger than this rink, yet it seemed like a million miles to get around it. Sure if they took to the center that would be shorter, but that would make them vulnerable to the skating sharks. “Hey remember that dead body?” The one Stiles insisted they check out which was when Scott had gotten bit. “Whose idea was that?” Scott smirked as he carefully bumped into Stiles. * If they could move faster they would be able to get back to the carpeted floor. But they were moving so slow a snail could probably catch up to them. “I have that Jaws song in my head every time I hear those little brats coming our way…” He shook his head. “Nope. I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Stiles said, playing it off like he had no idea what Scott was talking about. He looked back and grinned. “Are you saying that I have bad ideas? Is that what you’re getting at?” He grabbed onto the wall and then turned around so that he could face Scott. “Just remember who has the bad idea.” He poked at Scott’s chest. “I’d use Liam against you, but you wouldn’t have a clue what I’m talking about.” * This wasn’t the first time he’d heard Liam’s name from Stiles. Apparently, he’d made a beta at some point. Scott just wished he had more info on it. He laughed when Stiles poked him then made a swat at his hand. The swift movement made him wobble. He started to grab for Stiles then decided better of it and grabbed the wall instead. “Ok really going to call it a win if we get back to where we came in.” This was like some harsh hazing project or hazardous contest! * If Scott wanted to know more, all he had to do was ask and Stiles would be fine sharing all that he knew. Until then, he’d just keep it to himself. “Ha! That’s what you get,” he said grinning when he saw Scott wobble from trying to swat at his hand. “I guess we better get moving or we’ll never make it out of here alive.” He leaned in and gave Scott a quick kiss before turn back around and started to skate once again. * Their banter and play continued like that which didn’t really help their progress. They got to the first turn and Scott grabbed hold of the low wall for a break. “Okay hang up,” he said. Most of the other skaters took to the inside on the turn so he felt pretty safe from the skater sharks there. “You’d think they’d have a concession stand at these walls,” he mused. “They could make a killing and right now I could really go for some water.” * Stiles topped and turned back around again to see why Scott was stopping. “Are you tired already?” They didn’t even make it around the rink once and Scott looked like he wanted to keel over already. “Are you eighty or something?” he teased. He laughed and then looked at the wall before knocking on it. “Hello, yes, we’d like water for the old man.” He looked down at Scott, grinning. “If you get your lazy ass up and moving we can go get water and anything else that looks good.” * Scott was laughing again and this time he gave Stiles a good shove. Not super hard. Nowhere near wolf strength. But enough to make it threatening. “You youngins have no respect for your elders.” As if Stiles and he weren’t the same age. “I’m going to need a long soak in a hot bath for as constantly tense as I am!” And yes, he said that to be suggestive. * Stiles held onto the wall because if he didnt, he would be hitting the ground. “Yeah, yeah, go yell at a cloud,” he teased. “Oh. Well. I’m sure I can help you out with that once we get home. But since you’re taking forever...we’ll never get home and you’ll never get that bath.” He reached over, messed up Scott’s hair, and then pushed off away from the wall. “Byyeeee!” He figured if he started to skate, then Scott will get back and start back up again. If not, Stiles will be first off the rink and Scott will be alone until he caught up. * “Hey!” Scott took a swipe at Stiles but missed for Stiles skating away. So that was how it was going to be, huh. Scott lowered his chin as he smirked and his eyes flashed red for a moment then he pushed off from the wall. Calling on the Alpha inside him, Scott had much better balance and dexterity. This meant he not only caught up to Stiles, but passed him entirely. “Slow poke,” he said as he zipped by. Then the pack of skater sharks came for him. Scott grinned as he let one bounce off of him, directing the kid into the rest of them. He chuckled as the entire group tumbled to the floor. * Stiles didn’t look back when Scott called out. He just put his hand up and waved back at him. He was going to be the first one around the rink. At least that’s what he thought until Scott went skating past him. “Hey! When did you get all coordinated?” He was barely getting the hang of it and now he was watching Scott take out the damn skate sharks. He laughed. He had to. They had it coming. “That’s what you get,” he said happily as he skated past the tangle of limbs and caught up to Scott. “I think that made my night.” * Scott let his momentum get him down the next straight away then to the wall at the final turn. He caught himself there to catch his breath and let Stiles catch up. He grinned when his bestie joined him. “And that’s why I’m an Alpha.” * “Where was that Alpha-ness five minutes ago when they started attacking?” He stuck his tongue out and then poked at Scott’s arm. “At least now they’ll stop being a bunch of little snots.” He looked back, grinning as he watched the brats still trying to untangle themselves from one another. “So, what do you feel like doing after we survive this rink?” * “That Alpha-ness was busy trying not to show off. Don’t want to seem too weird, you know.” Because neither of them were what you could call normal even before they were bitten. “Pizza,” Scott answered. “Maybe a movie?” He shrugged. “What do you want to do?” * Stiles gave Scott a look before laughing. “I think you’re too late on that front. We’re weird. Always have been and always will be.” He accepted that a long time ago. “Other than molest you?” he replied with a small smile. “Pizza sounds good. So does a movie. I picked skating. I figured I’d let you pick what we do next since I picked this,” he said as he waved around the rink. It seemed fair. * “I like the molesting idea,” Scott answered with a grin. “But after this I want pizza because I have a feeling we’re going to be pretty hungry. And not entirely for each other.” He chuckled as he eyed Stiles up with a hungry look. “So hurry up.” Scott pushed away from the wall. “The sooner we get done with this the sooner we have pizza then each other.” * “I’m pretty hungry for both,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. But, seriously, the way Scott looked at him and what he said…it was all the motivation that Stiles needed to get going again. Skating was all fun and whatever. But pizza and being able to touch Scott definitely beat out all of this. He skated as fast as he could go without losing his balance and without running into anyone since he didn’t want to end up in a heap of limbs like the evil kids. “I’m going as fast as I could possibly go without breaking myself.” * “Not fast enough.” Scott chased after Stiles. It didn’t take long for him to catch up. He wrapped an arm around Stiles’ waist to pull him along. It was almost as wild as driving Stiles on his bike, but less dangerous. Mostly. It ended with them stumbling to a halt off the rink and onto the rug. Scott was laughing as he made sure neither of them fell on their ass. That was easier managed on the rug. “Win! We’re done. Let’s go.” * “Well, you’re cheating!” Stiles didn’t want to tap into his wolfy side because he was still trying to control all of that. So, he could only move as fast as he his horrible balance would allow him. Although, when Scott grabbed a hold of him, he grabbed a hold. And they somehow managed to make it back to their belongings without eating floor. “Woohoo!” He put both arms up in victory. “We lived to see another day!” Once they had their shoes back on and skates returned, he grabbed Scott’s hand and started dragging him out. “Pizza and molesting, here we come.” |