Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-05-03 19:09:00 |
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For once Stiles had gotten up before Scott, which meant Stiles could wake up Scott however he felt. He stood at the foot of the bed, thinking about what he was going to do, and when he finally decided he climbed up onto the bed and then sat down on Scott’s legs. “Rise and shine, buddy!” he shouted. And just for fun, he bounced a bit, too. * The first Scott knew about the new day was the Stiles-shaped-weight currently bouncing around his midsection, which, on balance, wasn’t the worst way he’d been woken up ever. To let his boyfriend know he was, vaguely, sentient he gave a wiggle and cranked open one eye. “You wore me out last night, I deserve more sleep,” he told Stiles with a sleepy smile * “You deserve to wake up so I can wear you out some more,” Stiles told him as he gave Scott’s side a poke. “Get up. Get up. You need to get up so we can do something.” He didn’t care what they ended up doing today. He just knew that he didn’t want to sit around and do nothing. “Are you awake yet or do I need to bite you?” * Scott caught Stiles’ waist in a tight grip and held him totally still for a moment so that he could come to terms with the whole ‘it’s morning’ scenario. “I’m already up,” he told him with a frown, “and I need a minute of you not wiggling in order to deal with the situation. Biting won’t help, but your mouth might come in useful,” Scott teased. “Also give me a moment’s peace!” * He froze for a moment, glanced down and then looked back at Scott, smirking. “Yes, you are. See I told you you were easy.” And since he felt like being a little bit evil, he wiggled around for a moment. Hey, Scott shouldn’t have said not to do it. It was Stiles. He was going to the opposite. “I’m not sucking you off. But you can totally get yourself off and I’ll watch.” He shook his head. “You had your moment when you were sleeping.” He leaned down and nipped at Scott’s neck. Nope, he was not going to make this easy for Scott at all. * Urgh! Stiles wasn’t helping, not even slightly helping! Scott should have known better, but he’d had to hope his boyfriend knew this was a whole lot less about wiggling and much, much more about biology. Which of course he knew. And didn’t care. “I’m not easy, I’m still asleep. See, I’m snoring and thinking about Brad and Angie getting it on, oh yes I am,” he said shutting his eyes and pretending to go back to sleep. Stiles wasn’t going to make it that easy for him, not even a little. “And in my dream, I’m getting bitten by a gnat. Must swat gnat,” Scott said as he raised the pillow and smacked Stiles gently with it. * Of course he knew! That didn’t mean he was going to make any of this easy. What fun would that be? None at all. This, right now, was pretty entertaining. Stiles scrunched up his face. “Really? You’d think about them? Why?” There were so many other hot people to dream about. He sat up again when Scott hit him with the pillow. “Not cool.” He grabbed the pillow and tossed it. “Now, it’s payback.” He grabbed the covers, pulled them away, and then sat right back down on Scott. What could he do? What could he do? There were so many things. “Are you awake yet?” he asked as he flicked Scott’s nipple. “I can keep on doing this if you’re not,” he said with another flick. * Scott gave his ass a slap and told him, “no kink-shaming allowed! Besides, I’m thinking about Brad when he still had abs and Ange when she was still a goth,” he said cranking an eye open just enough to wiggle his eyebrow at Stiles. “The world was not prepared for them to be together then, trust me.” You know what was really not cool? Stiles right now. “I thought this whole wake-up was payback,” Scott said with a sigh, “I just haven’t quite worked out what I did to deserve it yet,” and now he was naked and covered in a whole Stiles. Yay. Normally he wouldn’t complain, but he kinda needed a piss and preferably for it to go in the toilet and not in his eye. “Okay, you’re a damn brat. Go and make breakfast, so I can get up like a civilized werewolf,” Scott told him with a groan. The flicking wasn’t fair. None of this was fair and next time he woke up first Stiles was getting a cold, wet sponge as his wake up call rather than hot coffee! * And he wiggled again. “They’re a kink? You need to find better kinks.” He shook his head. Nope, this hasn’t been any kind of payback. He was just having a little bit of fun. Then again, he didn’t think it would go this far. “I was just having a little bit of fun, grumpy.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not making breakfast. I already ate. You’re the one sleeping the day away.” He slipped off of Scott, the fun over and done with now. “You are now free to get up.” * “Oh, I have far better kinks,” he told Stiles with a smirk of his own, though if he gave them all away right now, they’d never get out of bed. “Besides, I was making shit up on the fly and I think I did a pretty good job!” Though clearly his boyfriend didn’t agree. “You’d get a vial of my bloody put around your neck, right?” Scott asked with puppyish eagerness that he had to hold tight to in order not to laugh. “I’m not grumpy, just desperate to pee,” he told Stiles with a soft chuckle as he pulled his boyfriend in for a proper morning kiss, before letting him climb off. “You ate without me? Tsk,” Scot chided as he got up and moved straight for the bathroom, where a few deep breaths and a little concentration averted disaster and he was able to aim for the bowl. “So, we’re going out, right? I can grab some coffee on the way,” maybe a pastry to go with it. “Still going to take me to the skating rink, so I can break my neck and make a fool of myself?” he asked as he made his way back to the bedroom and bounced back onto the bed, pulling Stiles back for a cuddle. “Much better. More comfy,” he told him gently. * “When do I get to know what these kinks are, huh?” He wondered if Scott was just saying that or if he really did have a bunch of kinks that he didn’t know about. “Um, no, I wouldn’t. I’m not exactly a jewelry kind of guy. Sorry!” Gee, if Scott would have said that sooner, Stiles would have moved off of him a lot faster. “You could have said you had to go,” he said after the kiss. “Yes, I did! It was a good waffle,” he told Scott as he let himself fall onto his side so that he was now laying on the bed. “You want to go now?” He wanted to go out, he just didn’t think they were going like asap. “I hope you washed your hands,” he said as he let himself get pulled into a cuddle. “You know…I wouldn’t mind just saying like this for a while either.” If he grabbed the blankets and pulled them over them, he could probably fall back to sleep. But! He didn’t want to sleep all day no matter how good it sounded. * “You’re just going to have to go with the old ‘try it and see’ technique,” Scott told him with a bright smile. He was more than capable of saying stop if Stiles did something he wasn’t happy doing and he knew Stiles had no problem being assertive. “Ouch! This isn’t about the jewellery, Stiles, it’s abou my blood being by your heart!” Scott teased, feeling a little more awake now that he was teasing the guy he loved. “I thought it was kinda implied,” he said with a shrug. “All the sleeping and the standing to attention has a purpose,” and not just to get him into trouble with Stiles, either. “You didn’t hear my stomach rumble from there, did you?” he certainly felt it at the mention of the waffle, but he could surely get something to sate his craving on the way to wherever they ended up. “Well, maybe not right this second…” Scott said as he cuddled up a little and nuzzled into Stiles’ neck, giving him a few teasing kisses along the way. “I always wash my hands! That you even asked shows how little you value my mother’s influence,” he told him. “You woke me up because you were horny, is that what you’re telling me now?” Scott asked as he pulled away slightly so he could look into Stiles’ eyes. “It’s like last night didn’t happen, huh?” He shook his head and chuckled at his insatiable boyfriend. * “You always say that,” Stiles pointed out. “Okay, no. That just sounds creepy as hell.” He will not be doing anything like that. Ever. “I don’t do implied.” Implying meant it could be anything. “Um, nope, I didn’t hear anything. We all don’t have super wolf hearing,” he teased. “Not in a hurry now?” he asked, closing his eyes and just letting himself enjoy the moment. Of course he ended up laughing. “It’s not like you always listened to her. I Had to make sure.” He glanced up and grinned at Scott. “If I woke you up because I was horny, trust me, I would have woken you up in a whole different way.” He would have definitely not done what he did. He tilted his head and gave Scott a confused look. “Did something happen last night?” He was biting his bottom lip, trying not to laugh. “I can’t seem to remember anything happening last night.” * “That’s because I, honestly, don’t know what kinks I’m into or aren’t into,” he said with a tentative shrug. “You and Malia were way dirtier than I ever was,” so he fully expected Stiles to give him a few hints and tips. “Yeah, the blood is seriously creepy,” Scott admitted with a laugh, “you’re off the hook for that.” No shit, he didn’t do implied! “Right. Squishy human, almost forgot,” Scott answered with a laugh. “Stomach says it needs food soon, but until then, I’m good,” he told Stiles happily giving his boyfriend the wake up he’d clearly wanted. “Mom’s a nurse! Some things, you can count on,” as long as it didn’t include sneaking out of his room at night, he mostly listened to her. More or less. Now he had Scott’s attention. “Talk me through how you’d have woken me up if you were horny,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, “you’ve got me curious.” That confused look and the biting lip just made him more kissable and Scott did just that. “Don’t force me to give you a reminder or you’re going to end up in bed all day too,” he whispered into his ear. * “There has never been a time where you’ve thought, hmm, I want to try that?” he asked. “Only because it was Malia. You’ve seen how she is.” Had they done things? Sure. But that didn’t mean he was some expert. There were a lot of things he hadn’t done. “You can eat later,” he said, giving Scott’s stomach a poke. “Yeah, I know. That doesn’t mean I can’t tease you.” He would always find something to mess with Scott about. That was just how he was. “Weellll, I would have…” He stopped talking since that’s when Scott leaned in and kissed him and he happily kissed back. “And that’s such a bad thing?” So, he hadn’t planned on staying in bed all day, but he definitely wouldn’t say no to a repeat of last night. Either way, it was a win/win. * Scott frowned as he tried to come up with a suitable answer, but most of the things he had wanted to try were pretty much happening, now that he and Stiles had hooked up. “I always think kinks are like a weird obsession - like feet - I don’t like them and have never gotten hard thinking about sucking toes,” he said with a small smile at his boyfriend. “Mostly, I just want to make you happy, which is a crappy kink, huh?” It was one he could get behind as a concept, though. Unlikes the feet-thing. “Looks like my stomach’s taking second place to other parts today,” he said with a small chuckle, momentarily wishing he was bendy enough to give Stiles’ finger a nip for the poke. He was happy here, being teased, which Scott knew was part of the deal. “It goes both ways, dude,” he warned, “just remember that and know I will tease back,” he said with a warning smirk. Damn. Scott was going to have to revisit that sentence some time very soon, though for now kissing seemed more urgent. “In that case…” Scott slipped out of Stiles’ embrace and pinned him by the wrists and started kissing his stomach. “Better than poking?” he asked with a grin? “Now, am I refreshing you memory or do you need more?” Scott asked, licking gently at his belly button. * “Okay, but not all kinks revolve around that. That’s just a tiny, little portion of kinks that people have.” It was definitely one he was not interested in. His feet could be left alone, thank you very much. “Making me happy is not a kink.” He glanced down and smirked. “You think?” He wasn’t worried about getting teased back. Scott never really had enough ammo to do it. Stiles on the other hand...he could tease Scott about anything really. It seemed to happen pretty quickly. One second he’s laying beside Scott and the next he’s on his back, wrists pinned down and Scott kissing his stomach. He looked down and pretended like he needed to think about it. “Umm, nope, still can’t remember…” * “So, give me some examples and I’ll tell you if I’m interested?” he said with an open smile that was tinged with curiosity. “Making you happy might not be a kink, but it definitely makes me horny,” Scott said with a grin, “but if you don’t want me to pursue that…” he said raising his eyebrows expectantly. Scott nodded, “I do, and you’re a bad influence on me. If my mom was here she’d be telling you how breakfast is the most important meal of the day and not to screw with it,” he said feigning a disappointed frown. If his mom were here right now there’d be far more pressing issues than breakfast, like the current state of undress and physical contact the two were sharing. Didn’t hurt to tease a little, though. “Damn, I thought for sure it would help your memory,” Scott answered, letting his tongue wander south just a little more. “Clearer?” he asked before stopping and sitting up to look at Stiles. “Huh. I think we may have just discovered a kink? Or is that not pushing the limits enough for you?” Scott asked with a grin, “cause I can tease you all day and like it a lot.” * “Hm, well, I know you’re into car sex since you did that with Allison. So I don’t need to ask about that,” he said with a smirk. “Bondage. Roleplay. I don’t know. There’s a ton of things.” Now he was rolling his eyes. “Sometimes I wonder who is a bigger ass. Me or you.” Because he hadn’t heard that before! “I honestly don’t think she’d be saying much to us right now.” Stiles shook his head, still playing dumb. “It hasn’t. Not yet anyway.” He shook his head again and then all a sudden Scott stopped. That’s not how that was supposed to go. “Oh great, of course you would like that.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t like it.” And if they were going to do things that they didn’t like, Stiles was going to do something too. He scooted back a bit and then shove his foot in Scott’s face and wiggled his toes, laughing as he did so. * “Woah, woah, woah!” Scott said as he made the time-honoured sign for ‘time out’. “I’m not into ‘car-sex’! I’ve had sex in cars, cause I couldn’t take Allison home because my mom was there,” he told Stiles. “Also ‘car-sex’ sounds really wrong,” he said with a small shudder. He’d heard about those guys and nope, that was not his kink, not even slightly. He did perk up a bit at some of the other suggestions, though. “Are you saying you’d dress up for me?” Scott asked curiously, letting his mind wander for a minute or two, “although you’d not be dressed up for long.” Scott wasn’t entirely sure he was into bondage, of any sort, given it was implied that the other person kinda, sorta didn’t want to be there unless they were forced. It was stuff to think about. “You will always be the bigger ass,” he replied with a grin. “That isn’t even a question, right?” Scott gave a laugh, “thinking she’d be running down the corridor screaming about now, huh?” he asked Stiles. “I could see that,” amongst other reactions. All of which would inevitably end in a long talk. He missed her, he really did, but this was good too. “What, you don’t like the things with my tongue?” he asked, acting innocent as Stiles complained. “Isn’t denial of pleasure a thing? I thought it was,” Scott answered laughing, though when the foot came out he shot backwards faster than most people could manage. “Nope. Do. Not. Like.” he said shaking his head and swatting the foot aside. “Enhanced smell, dude. Really not cool!” also not sexy. “How do people get into the foot-thing? It’s totally bewildering,” Scott really was baffled. “So, does this mean we have breakfast now, or are you going to make that up to me in some way?” He put on his most seductive smile and wiggled his eyebrows. * “You still had sex in the backseat of a car.” Stiles rolled his eyes. “I should have known you’d go there. Even though you know what I mean. And it’s definitely not that.” He shrugged at Scott’s question. “I don’t know. I guess it would depend on what it was. And who said it would just be me? What fun is that?” He did kind of wonder why Scott didn’t say anything about the bondage and he wasn’t sure if he should point that out. “I don’t know. You’ve become a bigger one lately.” He shrugged before laughing. He really did hope they never did that to her if she did ever show up. “I never said that I don’t like that. I don’t think I like the whole denial thing.” He thought for sure Scott would fall off of the bed from his foot being shoved in his face. “I don’t know.” He poked at Scott with his foot. “I had breakfast, remember. I ate a waffle. You’re the one who hasn’t eaten yet.” He pushed at Scott with his foot. “Are you gonna go eat or do you actually want to do something here?” If not, he was going back to sleep or he was going ot take a shower or maybe both things. * “Oh, I so did,” Scott answered with a broad grin, “and it was good, too.” He could think about that without hurting too much, most of the time. They’d had good times, though, before it all went to crap. “Is this your round-about way of telling me you wanna have sex in the truck, cause you could just ask,” he told Stiles with a chuckle. “Your two great loves combined in one place?” he teased, “which I’m totally there for, by the way. As long as we’re not looking for company,” because he drew a line at other people. Wolf might be a little protective of his person. Perhaps. “So, we’re having a dress-up party. What do you come as?” Scott asked, raising a curious eyebrow, “and what do you want me to wear… and now I’m thinking a drag-party would be hilarious, which is another thing entirely…” he grinned. “If you want to play, I’ll play, but I’m also incredibly happy with this,” he said as he gave Stiles’ chest a gentle stroke. “You make me happy in lots of different ways,” Scott gave him a soft kiss, as though to show it. Well if Stiles liked it… he shoved the offending foot back onto the bed and held it down, while he went back to exploring Stiles’ body with his tongue. “This is all the breakfast I need right now,” he told him, “see, you make me happy,” Scott said with a soft chuckle. “Now, let’s see how happy I can make you…” * “We can’t really go at it in the Jeep, not enough room. We would be very limited on what we could do.” The Jeep wasn’t that roomie. Even in the back, there was a limited amount of space. But hey, if Scott wanted to try, he wouldn’t say no. “Company? I don’t want a threesome.” The idea of it hadn’t even crossed his mind. “That’s not how it goes…” He was starting to wonder if Scott really was that vanilla or if Scott really didn’t know much. “Well, I mean, I’m happy too. But I thought I would try to see if there is anything that you might want to try.” It had been the only reason why he brought it up. He let his head drop back down on the bed when he no longer needed to see what he was doing since he was no longer torturing Scott with his foot. He closed his eyes for a moment and said, “okay.” He opened his eyes once again and looked down at Scott. “Oh, I’m sure you can make really happy…” |