“I felt pretty bad doing it a couple times… The few times you actually did it when I was at your house, or you were at mine… I would just… I’d turn my back to you, press up against you.”
“… the last time, I… I got nervous because you almost woke up. I’d pushed my pajamas down some…”
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Stiles reaches back and grips the meat of Scott’s thigh to keep himself steady, “Little higher, buddy.”
“I’m trying,” Scott pants against his shoulder, “It doesn’t help that you’re taller than me.”
“Sorry,” Stiles responds and smirks, bending his knees a little to lower himself and moaning obscenely when Scott finally manages to hit his prostate, “Fuck me,” he says as he arches his back and lifts his ass a little more.
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Stiles isn’t sure how long Scott’s been going at it for now, but he’s rock hard and the other man doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon. He blinks his eyes open, looking down at his husband-his husband, good God does that sound so completely perfect or what?
This is their first night in the apartment - their first real night in a home together, as husbands, without anyone else - and this is how he’s being woken up at… two in the morning.
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“Whoops,” Stiles says, slowing his pace and leaning down to lick the syrup from Scott’s back, nipping his skin before straightening up again and taking another bite of the waffle folded in his grip, “Sorry about that,” he mumbles with his mouth full.
Scott shifts a little to keep himself from sticking to the table and moans, glancing back at Stiles quickly, “Gimme a bite.”
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Stiles sits at the table typing on his laptop, eyes drooped because not only did he not sleep last night, but he doesn’t plan to anytime soon. The fight they had the day before was one of the worst yet, and his throat is still dry from all the screaming back and forth.
He sees Scott walk into the kitchen out of his periphery and start busying himself around the kitchen. Unfortunately, it’s something that Stiles can’t avoid at this time of the day. Despite how sick it makes him to even look at his husband, they always eat breakfast together. Still, the annoying clanking sounds in the kitchen drive him insane, so he puts on his headphones and turns up the volume on his playlist to try and block it all out.
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Scott can respect the fact that Stiles wants some space right now, but he feels like the other man is blowing the situation a little out of proportion. Not only that, but he also feels that the blame laid on him is unfair; it’s not like he purposefully forgot to pick Stiles up from class three times in the same week.
School’s been hard on the both of them lately, they’ve been swamped, and Scott’s not nearly as quick about picking things up as Stiles is - so more often than not he’s awake until 3 or 4 o’clock in the morning cramming in a study session. Each time he’s forgotten to pick Stiles up, it was because he was exhausted to the point to where he accidentally fell asleep between his own classes, something not at all intentional.
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Stiles groans and smashes his fist against his desk as he sits back in his seat, “That’s it, I’m calling it for today, I’m sorry guys,” he apologizes into the mic, “I just… can’t concentrate,” he says as he glances at the time, it’s almost five already and Scott still hasn’t called or texted that he’s back or anything, he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t driving him a little insane.
It doesn’t matter how many times Scott asks his dad to drop him off at Stiles’s house on the way back, because any and all requests are denied. His dad takes him home instead, sticking around long enough for a brief goodbye before he’s back on the road again. Scott doesn’t even make it to his front door before he’s yanking his phone out of his pocket, finally able to text Stiles now that he’s not clear out of his service area.
To: stiles
am home, coming over
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Scott’s smile falters a little bit as he watches Stiles go to the bleachers instead of coming to swing with him like he normally does. Out of curiosity, he jumps from the swing and runs clumsily over to where his friend is sitting, “Whatcha doing?” he asks, climbing up onto the stands to sit down with Stiles.
“Writing a novel,” Stiles says, looking up and grinning at Scott, “About a space pirate.”
“You mean like a book?” Scott questions curiously and scoots closer on the seat, leaning over to look at the paper, “What’s a space pirate?”
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“Save that turtle shell for someone that deserves it,” Stiles says as he plays upside down, “If you use it on me, I swear, I’ll shove my foot so far up your ass, you’ll taste my toes.”
“You’re so gross,” Scott snorts and shifts on the floor, glancing at Stiles and trying not to stare at his Adam’s apple. Returning his attention to the television, Scott smiles to himself as he hits the button and sends the turtle shell out towards Stiles.
“Aww, you fucking asshole,” Stiles growls out as he falls off the side of the road, tapping his foot on the bed as his character is put back on the track, “I told you not to.”
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“I don’t mind walking,” Stiles says dismissively and nudges Scott in the side, “I have weak ankles, anyway,” he glances ahead of them at the group of students running along the track, “It’s not so bad, staying behind.”
Scott knows that Stiles is only staying behind to walk with him because of his asthma, but he smiles weakly regardless, “You don’t have to walk with me,” he says knowingly.
“No, I don’t,” Stiles agrees and winks, “But I want to,” he ignores the shouts from their coach, snorting and stretching his arms up, “I hate running this early in the morning anyway, no one should have gym for their second period class.”
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Stiles sits in one of the three chairs just outside of the nurse’s office, waiting on Scott (and skipping a couple of classes to do it). He’s been sitting there for over thirty minutes now, squeaking his sneakers along the ground and holding his backpack against his stomach as he keeps his eyes on the front doors, just in case a teacher comes by.
Scott comes out of the nurse’s office then and stuffs his inhaler in his pocket, stilling in surprise at the fact that Stiles is sitting and waiting on him. He looks around the empty hallway and ambles closer to the chair where the other boy is seated, sticking his foot out and kicking the leg of the chair, “How come you’re not in class?”
“I was…” Stiles frowns as he looks up at Scott, glancing him over and narrowing his brows, “I was worried about you, are you okay?”
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“How have you never watched gay porn?” Stiles asks incredulously, staring at Scott from the armless office chair just a few feet away.
“I just… haven’t,” Scott replies sheepishly and rubs a hand over the back of his neck, “I dunno, dude.”
Stiles watches Scott for a moment and sighs in disappointment, “Maybe you’re not really into dudes,” he says, making a face, “I mean, first you tell me you’re into them, but you’ve never kissed a guy or anything… and now you’ve never even watched gay porn.”
Scott can’t really explain himself to Stiles unless he wants to completely out his feelings for his best friend, so he just shrugs, trying to act flippant about it, “I’m still young, I don’t really know what I’m into.”
“Well,” Stiles trails as he glances back at the computer, then to Scott, “You like dicks in butts, right? Like, that’s a start. That’s like the first sign, pretty much.”
