Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-08-01 15:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cisco ramon (vibe), stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles and Cisco
Where: Home
When: July
What: Getting caught on the rooftop doing stuff. Oops.
Status: Complete
Cisco was pleased with their new place. Things were going well. Even more pleased now that he’d been able to surprise Stiles this time around with comic con tickets. They were so damn impossible to get, he couldn’t help but be happy with his boyfriends reaction. It’d be nice to finally be able to go with someone who actually wanted to be there too. Instead of instantly finding him, he decided to spring another surprise on him and set up a projector on their fancy new rooftop hangout area. He’d even brought up wine like sophisticated adults were supposed to like. He wasn’t even sure he did though, but they’d find out! A text was sent to him. Meet me on the roof. * Stiles had been hanging out in the living looking at both his phone and the tv. Both were kind of boring. The show that was on, he’d already seen before and no one had really been saying anything of interest on the network. So. Boring. He set his phone down just as it rang him, letting him know that he had a new text. He grabbed the phone and read the text. “Okaaaay,” he said as he wrote it on his phone and sent the text. He got up and then bad his way to the rooftop, wondering what Cisco was up to. It didn’t take him long to see what his boyfriend was up to. “What’s all this?” he asked as he walked over. * Cisco couldn’t help but to smile when Stiles joined him. “What’s it look like?” He had a mini projector all set up and facing one of the walls. He reached out to take Stiles’ hand and guide him toward the comfy looking bean bag chairs he’d ordered a few weeks ago that were bigger than your average bean bag chair. “I’m trying to get you drunk.” He grinned as he shrugged a moment later. “I mean we could go to the big public one...or we could have our own, and I can do things to you.” He smirked as he let go of him once he made it to said bean bag chairs. * “It looks like,” he glanced around, “a movie and drinking.” He let Cisco lead him over to the bean bag chairs. “Oh, well, that will be easy,” he said with a laugh. “Hmmm, choices, choices.” He pulled Cisco close and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “I think I’m going for the second choice. It sounds way more appealing.” He gave Cisco one more kiss before flopping down on one of the bean bag chairs. “Soooo, what are we going to watch?” * He returned that kiss with a laugh and flopped into the chair next to him. “Sky’s the limit. What are you in the mood for? Action, comedy, porn?” The last one was probably a joke, but he didn’t act like it was. He maintained a straight face as he said it until he sat beside him and grinned. Unable to help it. Yeah, he couldn’t keep a straight face for long on that one. “Do you realize it’s been a little over a month since we got together?” He’d had the date in his mind, but he was bad at exact dates. * “Let me think…” He glanced around for a moment as if he needed to think. “Well, not porn. We can make our own porn later,” he said with a grin. He knew Cisco wasn’t serious about that. Even more so when Cisco’s straight face no longer stayed put. “Action sounds good,” he finally said. “Really?” He hadn’t noticed. He had just been enjoying his time with Cisco and all the things they had gotten up to since they first became more than friends. “Feels longer than that.” * “Later huh, you mean you wouldn’t want to try rooftop sex?” Nobody was there, but getting caught wasn’t exactly Cisco’s fettish, he was just teasing a little. He flicked through a few different action movies and finally settled on Black Panther. “I’ve actually never seen the entire movie.” He commented as it started up, and he couldn’t help but to smile at that. “I know. I’m just kind of sentimental about all that weird stuff so here.” He reached over to hand him a small box. It looked a little like a jewelry box for some kind of bracelet or something, not small enough for a ring so no proposal freak out. But Cisco had designed something for him. * Stiles was starting to wonder if Cisco really meant it. It was kind of hard to tell anymore. “Are we still feeling adventurous? I mean first it was in the jeep at my work and now you’re mentioning this?” He glanced at the movie when Cisco started it, but Cisco pretty much had his attention more than the movie. “What’s this?” he asked as he took the box from Cisco. With one last glance over at his boyfriend, he finally opened the box. He took the piece of jewelry out and set the box down and started to look it over. “Did you make this?” It didn’t look like something you could just walk into a store and buy. It looked pretty unique. * “Yeah but the box isn’t the fun part, open it nerd.” He teased as he watched him inspect the box. Yeah the box was cool since he had to create it, but it was what was inside that was fun. “It’s a test piece buuuut if you put it on. Got your phone on you?” That bracelet was a simple silver band it seemed to have a small screen laced into it though. * “Yeah, I have my phone,” Stiles said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I’m guessing it won’t do anything until I put it on?” he asked before putting the bracelet on. “Okay, now what?” * “Gotta turn on your phone.” He’d let Stiles figure that part out. When it did react it ought to pair up instantly. “You’ll get texts here “ He pointed at the thin little screen. “And with a simple hand gesture of any kind of the censor you can get phone calls without picking your phone up out of your pocket.” And that was just the start of it. “I got bored..This is a prototype. Be nice to it.” He smiled a bit as he waved a finger over the screen and it lit up once Stiles’ phone turned on. “It ought to pair instantly.” Cisco gave him a stringline of emojis and said stringline text appeared along the little screen. “It’s also a projector” * Stiles pushed the button so the phone would wake up from its idle stage. “Cool.” He kept staring at the tech. “Wait, you actually trust me with this?” Stiles wasn’t sure if he wanted to be responsible for a prototype. “Don’t kill me if I accidentally break it.” He would make sure not to wear it at work. He didn’t want to accidentally spill anything on it. “Does it work?” He wasn’t sure if he’d use the projector if it worked. Nobody needed to see who he was talking to or what was being said. * “Would I really give you tech that didn’t work?” He asked Stiles accusingly as he gave him a raised eyebrow look. “I’ve trusted you with everything else. Besides I need to test it in all kinds of environments. With all kinds of people.” Cisco waved his fingers on the inside of Stiles’ wrist, just beneath the little bracelet. “It reacts to gestures. So tell me if it ever does anything, it shouldn’t but.” A projected image of Stiles’ phone appeared right on his forearm. * “No?” Stiles replied with a smirk. “Oh, I see how it is now. You know I’ll put this thing through the wringer. I’ve caught on to you now.” He looked down at the tech again when Cisco waved his fingers over it. “Alright. I can do that. Anything else I need to know since I’m basically the guinea pig here?” * “Damn right no.” He leaned over to kiss him briefly, then scoffed. “That’s not what I meant by be nice to it.” Cisco couldn’t help but worry for a moment about his little creation. “Nope. Just that it isn’t water proof. So don’t take it swimming or anything but if you splash booze on it or something it shouldn’t electrocute you. I think. I’m 92 % sure.” Another tease, an another kiss. “Unless electrocuting is something you’re into. Then I can make it happen remotely.” * “Are you sure about that?” he asked after the quick kiss from Cisco. “Okay, so no wearing it in the shower or swimming with it on. Got it.” He paused as stared at Cisco. “It better not shock me or I’m smacking you for every shock I get,” he half joked. “Nope, not into shocking,” he told him before he crawled off of his bean bag and climbed into Cisco’s lap until he was he was straddling him. “I’m into other things, though.” He leaned in and kissed Cisco. * “Don’t hurt the prototype. And that case is it’s charger, don’t lose it.” There were no intrusive wires or anything, it was by all appearances an unassuming jewelry case. “Maybe I’m into smacking.” He wasn’t though, not really. As Stiles abandoned that beanbag Cisco gave a little laugh. “I’m never actually going to see this movie.” And he didn’t care, he had a boyfriend in his lap, and that was far more interesting anyway. “Going to tell me what those are?” He asked curiously, but was distracted by another kiss. One he encouraged a little more. * “I cant make any promises,” Stiles told him. It was true. He couldn’t make that promise. Although, he didn’t usually lose things. But he was pretty good at breaking them. “Oh yeah?” Stiles smacked him lightly. “Do you like that?” He smacked Cisco again, grinning. “Nope, probably not,” he told him truthfully. “What fun would that be? I mean, you already know some of them. You’ll just have to figure out the rest of them.” He kept on kissing him, his hand moving to the side of Cisco’s head, fingers starting to tangle in his hair. “Do you think we’ll get caught if we keep on?” It was kind of a thrilling idea to see if they would get caught or not. * When Stiles smacked him he flinched. Nope, didn’t like. And the second smack caused him to grab that hand and pin it between them instead. “Nope. Not sexy. Not into smacking.” He laughed between kisses. With a lap full of Stiles he wasn’t paying any mind to the movie in the background, well-whatever. He could watch it some other time maybe. He’d already tried several times, but there were so many marvel movies he always just kind of forgot. “Mm I duno. Bit too late to care now..” His hands slid a bit lower, resting on his lower back as he dew him up a little closer. Closing any possible distance. “There’s a possibility.” A raised eyebrow of curiosity as he asked. Hands kneading at him as he was fully distracted. So much so that he didn’t notice the sound of the door that lead up to the rooftop being twisted open. A manager had stepped in to check on things. * “Okay, we now know that you’re not into smacking.” He would have smacked Cisco one more time for fun, but he didn’t get to since Cisco had grabbed his hand to make him stop. He could pinch him. But that might make Cisco push him off and he didn’t want that to happen, so he didn’t do it. As for the movie, he hadn’t been paying any attention to it. He’d already seen it before anyway. So it was no big deal to him. And it wasn’t like Cisco was making him stop what he was doing. “Uh huh,” was all he said in between the kissing. Talking really wasn’t needed right now. He scooted closer and then continued to kiss Cisco blissfully unaware of anything going on around them anymore. So much so that he too didn’t hear that they were about to have company. Not until he heard someone clearing their throat to get their attention. He froze for a moment before he slowly turned his head to look in the direction that the sound came from. Damn, they’d been caught. “Err, hi?” * Cisco didn’t care that much. It was out already, if he wanted to see the movie he could have at any point. The movie was coming from his personal hard drive. He’d pinned that hand against his chest to stop the smacking as he began to slip the other one into the backside of his pants to squeeze at him as he returned those kisses just as eagerly. He’d made a content sound until it turned into something of confusion when the kissing stopped and he turned to look over at the building manager who was more than a little embarrassed himself. “This is a family area…” Cisco had only stopped trying to get his attention when he finally heard a voice. He’d frozen like a deer in headlights, he didn’t even take his hand away from his ass. He could only stare upward, face turning red. * Why oh why did somebody have to catch them? It had just been starting to get good when they had been interrupted. Maybe he shouldn’t have jinxed them and asked if they were going to get caught because now they had been. “Sorry,” he apologized as he glanced down at Cisco who looked like a deer with saucer-shaped eyes. Not only that he was turning red and stiles wanted to laugh so badly but didn’t. That probably wouldn’t have looked good if he had. “We’ll go home now.” * It was quite clear that Cisco’s fetish was not getting caught. He couldn’t move until Stiles’ did, but he could carefully remove his hand from his boyfriend’s pants as the manager sighed. “It’s fine, just don’t let it happen with kids around.” and turned to leave them alone again. They were grown ass adult, he didn’t think he’d have to babysit them to go home. They’d gotten their warning. Cisco wanted to die. His brows furrowed and he gripped at Stiles’ hand a little tighter than he probably ought to have as he hid his face against his boyfriend’s chest. “A second later and my hand wouldn’t have just been on your ass.” Was all he could say in his embarrassment. * Getting caught wasn’t exactly something Stiles had wanted. The idea of it was thrilling, but having it actually happen wasn’t fun. It stopped the fun that was going on. “Yep, nope, won’t let it happen again. Promise.” Once the manager was gone, he turned his attention back to Cisco who still looked pretty freaked out. “Darn, they came at the wrong time then,” he joked with a huge smile. “Come on, let’s go before they come back and decide it would be easier to toss off of this roof than see us giving free porn screenings.” He didn’t want to move, but he slid off of Cisco’s lap and then stood up, hand out to Cisco to help him up. * It was still better than being caught by Stiles’ dad. At least the moment wasn’t completely ruined. He was willing to finish it at home, assuming they locked the front door at least so nobody else could interrupt, but for the time being there he wanted to hide. He had to admit though, the little bean bag chair felt kind of good and probably would have been fun to have sex in. He regretfully took that hand and let Stiles lead them back inside. “I’ll get the projector later.” Once they got into said apartment, Cisco pushed him against the inside of the door. “So. Where were we?” Now that there was no chance of being interrupted, he was more than willing to continue. |