We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
The downside to not being a werewolf was not having werewolf hearing. So when Stiles was busy, ahem, attending to himself, he had no idea what was going on outside of his room.
Or sometimes inside his room if his eyes were closed and he was laid out flat on his back, knees bent over the edge of the bed and his toes curling in the carpet.
The problem with having werewolves in your life was that they should know better than to come in during a guy's private time. Which is why he wasn't paying any more attention to his surroundings than he had to, which was zilch. Instead, he was concentrating on the way his hand felt as it dragged over his cock, his fingers wrapped loosely around it, toes trying to pick up the carpet as his cheeks flushed red. Alone time was awesome.
It was never her idea. The last time she was sent to get Stilinski it required a part from his car and some serious bludgeoning. She was pretty sure that he'd moved past that, but she wasn't really sure. It's why she tried to approach him when his dad was home. Her timing was that the Sheriff was just leaving as she was coming up the steps.
Maybe he was pleased to see that she was still around, being a runaway had clearly made an impact on the town of some sort, even if her parents didn't discuss it with her. Either way, he let her in and then was on his way. Which left Erica in the house wandering. The crush she had harbored faded over time, but being here now she was definitely trying not to think back to those days.
More importantly, though, Erica was trying to figure out the layout to the house without wandering too far where she really shouldn't go. Upstairs seemed the smart approach, most houses around here were split levels. It paid to have a dad that insured most of them, apparently.
The door was closed, but she could see the tell-tale signs of teenage life. Signs taped to the door were the dead giveaway and she didn't bother to knock.
"Your dad let me --" Well, that was not what she was expecting to find and even as she stood in the doorway, even as she knew she should stop watching and exit quickly she sort of stared and hovered before finishing the statement and turning around.
"Sorry, he let me in." Then she realized turning around wasn't enough and she stepped back into the hallway, shutting the door behind her.
"Do you seriously just -- middle of the day??" She asked through the door.
He was close, but he was dragging it out, squeezing himself at the base and letting himself cool down before building that sweet pleasure back up again. He almost hadn't heard the door opening, his body willing to ignore it until he'd heard the definitely female voice that went along with it.
His eyes snapped open wide and he looked over to see a pair of brown eyes topped by blonde hair staring at him before he was given a good view of her back. And other things. His eyes may have drifted down, completely out of shock of course, before the door closed and he heard the statement through it, muffled and unimpressed.
Oh god. Erica had just walked in on him when he may as well have been fully naked. He wasn't, he was mostly clothed but for the open pants that had been pushed down to thigh level along with his underwear, but she'd seen the important bits. The parts that were normally covered. His face blazed red as he sat up, body hunching over himself as he realized he had a bit of a problem here.
She'd obviously come over for a reason, so it was probably important. The problem was that he'd worked himself up to the point that not finishing was not an option. Even if he tucked himself back and tried to pretend nothing had happened, he had a body part that would insist on finishing what it started. But he also had a werewolf outside his room who'd be able to hear anything and everything he did. Oh god.
"When would you prefer I did it? Just before bed?" He did that too, and usually in the morning, especially during a shower. "What do you want?" Because maybe she could just yell it through the door and then go away so he could finish.
If she could turn off her werewolf senses she would, because her sense of hearing isn't the only thing that gets enhanced. There are other things that factor into an aroused male and Erica is trying to just clear her head and focus on other things. Things that are okay to focus on.
"Your dad was home!" Honestly, she never even attempted it if her parents were alert enough to wander in. It was behind locked doors and in the silence of the night. Of course, now there was more than her parents to consider and hanging out with the pack meant everything was really screwed up when it came to that.
Which was another thing that Erica did not want to be thinking about.
His question finally settled to the thought that she was supposed to be there for a reason, "Derek has some shitty plan about the Alpha pack. For once, he's decided to actually let you and Scott in on it instead of you being ambushed by it." She hummed thoughtfully, "I think he's growing up." Honestly, she thought it was just another distraction from what was really bugging Derek.
"He was leaving for work!" Besides, his dad knew not to just walk in when his son's door was closed. Not without knocking, then waiting. His dad had been a teenage boy at some point in his life and had a better inkling of what went on behind said closed doors than perhaps some werewolf girls.
He stood, pulling his pants up and gingerly trying to placate his cock into playing nice and fitting back in his pants when he caught the tail end of her answer. "What? What? Why?" Those were the only stuttered things he could force past his mouth because his brain was currently in porn mode and had taken that an entirely different way, his hips jerking at some of the lurid thoughts running through his mind. This was not helping him try to zip himself up. He was terrified to try, hand covering himself as he tried to zip up around it. Nope, not working.
Why now? He might not have taken that the wrong way if she hadn't walked in now. Ten minutes later and he would have been clear headed and fully (mostly) functional.
"Do I have to keep talking to the door? Are you still stroking it?"
She wasn't sure she wanted the answer. Sighing, her weight shifted on her wedge boots and ran her tongue over her teeth, "Look, I don't know why Derek does half the things he does. He's ..."
Erica paused, trying to settle on the best option for this conversation, but all she kept coming up with was that he was a selfish dick. That probably didn't sound good coming from one of his betas. So she just opted for the easy approach, "He's just Derek and this is his idea of progress. Just -- do you need help or something?" It wasn't what she really meant to imply, but the fact that she's still talking to a door wasn't giving her much hope in his situation. She prayed that he didn't accidentally zip himself up.
"No, I'm not!" But god, he wanted to be. He could hear her out there now, his senses overly attuned to the fact that there was a girl on the other side of his door who'd just gotten a good look at his dick and who had previously professed to have a crush on him. Oh, that wasn't helping.
It helped even less when she offered to help. His imaginative mind supplied just how helpful she could be and he actually let out a whimper, moving over to rest his hand on the desk as he tried not to give in to just finish what he'd started.
"He has shitty timing on his orders." That came out a lot breathier than he'd intended. Derek had crappy timing in everything, so really, this shouldn't surprise him so much. He throbbed in his pants, the heel of his hand pressing against himself as he tried not to do anything rash. Like take her up on her offer.
"Are you coming or not?" She smirked, finger tapping on the door now. Clearly, she was intent on either amusing herself or making his life miserable. It was difficult to tell which was going to win out.
He was just behind the door, possibly more uncomfortable than she could have ever created and anything he opted to do would be in earshot of herself.
Ha ha. Very funny. He groaned, head hanging down as he looked at the predicament he was in. "Okay, fine. You've claimed me. Just... go away now. Whatever. We can talk about it later." Like when he wasn't feeling like his head was wrapped in fuzz because all his blood was in his not-brain.
Oh, but that wasn't just a claim in name only and Erica laughed, "Oh, Stiles. Poor... yet, well-endowed, Stiles. I'm supposed to claim you. As in, you're going to have to leave your room and come with me. Preferably sooner over later."
Again, this wasn't her idea of a good plan. Derek had some random thought that if he started to just include everyone then no one could have stupid secrets to keep. Lydia wouldn't raise dead uncles from the ground and people wouldn't just run away. Well, not people, but Erica wasn't talking about that with Derek either.
There was a slight puff to his pride at the well-endowed mention, but he tried to shake his head to clear it and concentrate on what he was supposed to do. "You're enjoying my pain and misery way too much."
He pressed against himself again, biting his lip and slowly letting out his breath. "Why don't you just go away for like, ten minutes." With some of the thoughts running through his head, a few of them starring the blonde she-devil outside his door, he didn't think he'd actually need that long. "Make it five."
Another soft sound of amusement stirred from her. "I don't think so," she stated rather plainly. The door sounded hollow, the sort of light wood that was pressed instead of solid. Her fist could go right through it. Instead, she just dragged her hand down it. It sounded like soft scraping, "I'll huff... and I'll puff... and I'll blow your door in."
She really was going to take every chance at calling out his activities.
He was going to cry. Really, Erica? Blow? Come on, that was a low... never mind.
"I hate you." That wasn't true. At this moment, he had some very intense, very positive feelings towards her. He couldn't deny he'd had thoughts about her since he'd seen her stroll in the cafeteria looking like something out of a sexy music video. This very moment, those memories were on overload and he kept seeing the red of her lips. He could almost picture her outside the door, almost see that look on her face she got when she was being a tease.
He hadn't realized he'd taken a few steps towards the door until he felt his hand lifting for the knob. Et tu, body? "This is cruel and unusual punishment, Erica."
The curve of her smirk widened a bit as she heard movement in the room. Either he was coming to finally open the door so that she could bring him to Derek or he was coming to the door to yell at her some more.
"Oh, you poor thing. You can't finish your playtime because Erica is being mean," she pouted, her voice dropping to something playful and still capable of needling at him.
"You realize that it's almost been five minutes as it is. Maybe if you hadn't stopped, you wouldn't be in this predicament." Her forehead pressed to the door, "You know I can smell it on you. You're not fooling anyone."
Stupid werewolves and their stupid werewolf senses. "Smell what? Not like I got to the good part yet." Oh, but he wanted to.
He took another step towards the door, cheek resting on the pressed wood, body leaning into it. There it was, that friction against his cock that he so desperately needed, but he had to stop himself. He was not going to hump his door with Erica on the other side. No way.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you want me to keep going." Whoa, wait, mouth? Mouth, what were you doing? Shut up.
Not only could Erica smell the hormones on him, the light bit of sweat that was possibly just the fact that his deodorant had gone the whole day, but she could feel his weight against the door.
"I have to bring you to Derek. Hard or not hard - doesn't make a difference to me. I figure you'd just prefer not to be completely uncomfortable in a room full of werewolves for reasons that you could have helped."
Her hand lowered against the door, to where she assumed he was nearly pressed. Fingernails tapped to the surface, "So, by all means - do whatever it is that you need to do."
He could feel the vibrations of her nails against the door, tapping at just the right level and he let out a shaky breath. That was probably the closest he'd had to getting any from anyone, which was kind of sad when you thought about it.
"What if I don't want to go?" What if he just wanted to stay here and rub one out, possibly followed by a second and a third. He felt so hard right now, it was probable that he could jab a hole through the thin wood.
He was tempted. So sorely goddamn temped to do just that, just get it over and done with, but his cheeks flamed at the thought that she'd be listening. It was bad enough she'd seen him all splayed out and going at it.
"If you thought you had a choice in this, you must have forgotten who Derek is. If I don't bring you, he'll send Isaac. You know, you're lucky he didn't send Isaac first."
That might have been even worse. Isaac might never have let him live that down. Her fingernails continued to tap at the door, "Are you going to fondle the door all day? I can feel your weight against it."
"He'd send Isaac to claim me? What the hell is this claiming thing?" And why hadn't he heard about it before?
Each tap was like a small jolt to his dick as it lay pressed to the door and he was working on trying to shift just a little to relieve the tension when she said that. "No you can't." He glared at the door, looking at where her eyes should be.
"Look, just... seriously. Come on. Help a guy out, Erica. Five minutes." He almost whined when he said it, the pressure building in his balls as he felt another throb go through him. Stiles had never suffered from a case of blue balls and he was vehemently hoping not to today.
She inhaled a laugh, mostly sounding like an amused sniff, "Oh, no I just used the phrase claim. That's not..." She laughed a bit, "That's not a thing. You know, like a coat-check. I was coming to claim you."
Sighing, she scratched he fingernails against the door, "I can completely feel your weight." To prove it she bumped the door, hearing it knock against him. Possibly his forehead, maybe a knee.
"When you say 'Help a guy out' you're looking for solo time, right?"
"Oh. Okay. Good." Because he was not going to be the pack pet. He hadn't signed up for that and even Derek's scowl of intimidation wouldn't make that happen.
The bump surprised him, knocking his knee and making him jolt a little.
"No." What?! "I mean, yes. Yes." If the ground swallowed him up right now, he might actually be grateful. Of course, now he was thinking about non-solo time again and that was so not helping.
"Neither?" His voice cracked on the word, his heart rate ratcheting up at either option. Both, his brain said, loudly. It was obvious it had been too long without blood if he was thinking like that.
The sound he made was not a happy one, bordering on a sobbing groan as his cheek slid partway down the door. She would, too. She'd stand there until his crotch exploded from lack of use.
"I hate you."
There was nothing for it. He'd have to try to tuck himself away and deal with whatever Derek wanted. And if he got any lip for anything, they could all just excuse his non-furry ass and probably figure out easily enough why he was in a pissy mood.
Slowly, he pulled the parted fly of his pants together, hand pressing himself tight against his stomach as he began to zip himself up. He breathed a sigh of relief when he made it without catching anything. Buttoning up, he realized that wasn't exactly going to hide the problem.
"I'll be out in a minute." He needed socks, shoes, and a big shirt to hide what wasn't going away.
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Or sometimes inside his room if his eyes were closed and he was laid out flat on his back, knees bent over the edge of the bed and his toes curling in the carpet.
The problem with having werewolves in your life was that they should know better than to come in during a guy's private time. Which is why he wasn't paying any more attention to his surroundings than he had to, which was zilch. Instead, he was concentrating on the way his hand felt as it dragged over his cock, his fingers wrapped loosely around it, toes trying to pick up the carpet as his cheeks flushed red. Alone time was awesome.
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Maybe he was pleased to see that she was still around, being a runaway had clearly made an impact on the town of some sort, even if her parents didn't discuss it with her. Either way, he let her in and then was on his way. Which left Erica in the house wandering. The crush she had harbored faded over time, but being here now she was definitely trying not to think back to those days.
More importantly, though, Erica was trying to figure out the layout to the house without wandering too far where she really shouldn't go. Upstairs seemed the smart approach, most houses around here were split levels. It paid to have a dad that insured most of them, apparently.
The door was closed, but she could see the tell-tale signs of teenage life. Signs taped to the door were the dead giveaway and she didn't bother to knock.
"Your dad let me --" Well, that was not what she was expecting to find and even as she stood in the doorway, even as she knew she should stop watching and exit quickly she sort of stared and hovered before finishing the statement and turning around.
"Sorry, he let me in." Then she realized turning around wasn't enough and she stepped back into the hallway, shutting the door behind her.
"Do you seriously just -- middle of the day??" She asked through the door.
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His eyes snapped open wide and he looked over to see a pair of brown eyes topped by blonde hair staring at him before he was given a good view of her back. And other things. His eyes may have drifted down, completely out of shock of course, before the door closed and he heard the statement through it, muffled and unimpressed.
Oh god. Erica had just walked in on him when he may as well have been fully naked. He wasn't, he was mostly clothed but for the open pants that had been pushed down to thigh level along with his underwear, but she'd seen the important bits. The parts that were normally covered. His face blazed red as he sat up, body hunching over himself as he realized he had a bit of a problem here.
She'd obviously come over for a reason, so it was probably important. The problem was that he'd worked himself up to the point that not finishing was not an option. Even if he tucked himself back and tried to pretend nothing had happened, he had a body part that would insist on finishing what it started. But he also had a werewolf outside his room who'd be able to hear anything and everything he did. Oh god.
"When would you prefer I did it? Just before bed?" He did that too, and usually in the morning, especially during a shower. "What do you want?" Because maybe she could just yell it through the door and then go away so he could finish.
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"Your dad was home!" Honestly, she never even attempted it if her parents were alert enough to wander in. It was behind locked doors and in the silence of the night. Of course, now there was more than her parents to consider and hanging out with the pack meant everything was really screwed up when it came to that.
Which was another thing that Erica did not want to be thinking about.
His question finally settled to the thought that she was supposed to be there for a reason, "Derek has some shitty plan about the Alpha pack. For once, he's decided to actually let you and Scott in on it instead of you being ambushed by it." She hummed thoughtfully, "I think he's growing up." Honestly, she thought it was just another distraction from what was really bugging Derek.
"I'm here to claim you."
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He stood, pulling his pants up and gingerly trying to placate his cock into playing nice and fitting back in his pants when he caught the tail end of her answer. "What? What? Why?" Those were the only stuttered things he could force past his mouth because his brain was currently in porn mode and had taken that an entirely different way, his hips jerking at some of the lurid thoughts running through his mind. This was not helping him try to zip himself up. He was terrified to try, hand covering himself as he tried to zip up around it. Nope, not working.
Why now? He might not have taken that the wrong way if she hadn't walked in now. Ten minutes later and he would have been clear headed and fully (mostly) functional.
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She wasn't sure she wanted the answer. Sighing, her weight shifted on her wedge boots and ran her tongue over her teeth, "Look, I don't know why Derek does half the things he does. He's ..."
Erica paused, trying to settle on the best option for this conversation, but all she kept coming up with was that he was a selfish dick. That probably didn't sound good coming from one of his betas. So she just opted for the easy approach, "He's just Derek and this is his idea of progress. Just -- do you need help or something?" It wasn't what she really meant to imply, but the fact that she's still talking to a door wasn't giving her much hope in his situation. She prayed that he didn't accidentally zip himself up.
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It helped even less when she offered to help. His imaginative mind supplied just how helpful she could be and he actually let out a whimper, moving over to rest his hand on the desk as he tried not to give in to just finish what he'd started.
"He has shitty timing on his orders." That came out a lot breathier than he'd intended. Derek had crappy timing in everything, so really, this shouldn't surprise him so much. He throbbed in his pants, the heel of his hand pressing against himself as he tried not to do anything rash. Like take her up on her offer.
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He was just behind the door, possibly more uncomfortable than she could have ever created and anything he opted to do would be in earshot of herself.
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Again, this wasn't her idea of a good plan. Derek had some random thought that if he started to just include everyone then no one could have stupid secrets to keep. Lydia wouldn't raise dead uncles from the ground and people wouldn't just run away. Well, not people, but Erica wasn't talking about that with Derek either.
"So, the door will have to open."
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He pressed against himself again, biting his lip and slowly letting out his breath. "Why don't you just go away for like, ten minutes." With some of the thoughts running through his head, a few of them starring the blonde she-devil outside his door, he didn't think he'd actually need that long. "Make it five."
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She really was going to take every chance at calling out his activities.
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"I hate you." That wasn't true. At this moment, he had some very intense, very positive feelings towards her. He couldn't deny he'd had thoughts about her since he'd seen her stroll in the cafeteria looking like something out of a sexy music video. This very moment, those memories were on overload and he kept seeing the red of her lips. He could almost picture her outside the door, almost see that look on her face she got when she was being a tease.
He hadn't realized he'd taken a few steps towards the door until he felt his hand lifting for the knob. Et tu, body? "This is cruel and unusual punishment, Erica."
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"Oh, you poor thing. You can't finish your playtime because Erica is being mean," she pouted, her voice dropping to something playful and still capable of needling at him.
"You realize that it's almost been five minutes as it is. Maybe if you hadn't stopped, you wouldn't be in this predicament." Her forehead pressed to the door, "You know I can smell it on you. You're not fooling anyone."
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He took another step towards the door, cheek resting on the pressed wood, body leaning into it. There it was, that friction against his cock that he so desperately needed, but he had to stop himself. He was not going to hump his door with Erica on the other side. No way.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you want me to keep going." Whoa, wait, mouth? Mouth, what were you doing? Shut up.
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"I have to bring you to Derek. Hard or not hard - doesn't make a difference to me. I figure you'd just prefer not to be completely uncomfortable in a room full of werewolves for reasons that you could have helped."
Her hand lowered against the door, to where she assumed he was nearly pressed. Fingernails tapped to the surface, "So, by all means - do whatever it is that you need to do."
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"What if I don't want to go?" What if he just wanted to stay here and rub one out, possibly followed by a second and a third. He felt so hard right now, it was probable that he could jab a hole through the thin wood.
He was tempted. So sorely goddamn temped to do just that, just get it over and done with, but his cheeks flamed at the thought that she'd be listening. It was bad enough she'd seen him all splayed out and going at it.
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That might have been even worse. Isaac might never have let him live that down. Her fingernails continued to tap at the door, "Are you going to fondle the door all day? I can feel your weight against it."
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Each tap was like a small jolt to his dick as it lay pressed to the door and he was working on trying to shift just a little to relieve the tension when she said that. "No you can't." He glared at the door, looking at where her eyes should be.
"Look, just... seriously. Come on. Help a guy out, Erica. Five minutes." He almost whined when he said it, the pressure building in his balls as he felt another throb go through him. Stiles had never suffered from a case of blue balls and he was vehemently hoping not to today.
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Sighing, she scratched he fingernails against the door, "I can completely feel your weight." To prove it she bumped the door, hearing it knock against him. Possibly his forehead, maybe a knee.
"When you say 'Help a guy out' you're looking for solo time, right?"
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The bump surprised him, knocking his knee and making him jolt a little.
"No." What?! "I mean, yes. Yes." If the ground swallowed him up right now, he might actually be grateful. Of course, now he was thinking about non-solo time again and that was so not helping.
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Her hand dragged away from where it had been scratching at the door, tracking up toward the handle and circling it.
"Are you going to open the door or just silently pray for my hand to go back to creating vibrations for you?"
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Her hand stopped moving instead she pulled away from the door, though she didn't go very far.
"I'm going to wait here. As long as it takes, I'm not going anywhere."
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"I hate you."
There was nothing for it. He'd have to try to tuck himself away and deal with whatever Derek wanted. And if he got any lip for anything, they could all just excuse his non-furry ass and probably figure out easily enough why he was in a pissy mood.
Slowly, he pulled the parted fly of his pants together, hand pressing himself tight against his stomach as he began to zip himself up. He breathed a sigh of relief when he made it without catching anything. Buttoning up, he realized that wasn't exactly going to hide the problem.
"I'll be out in a minute." He needed socks, shoes, and a big shirt to hide what wasn't going away.
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