intimacy meme.

[chatona]

intimacy.

1. PHYSICAL INTIMACY: it might just be innocent touches or it might be during sex.
   
2. LONG CONVERSATIONS: honest words can be more intimate than touch.
   
3. DRUNK: perhaps you're oversharing or simply maudlin.
   
4. FORCED INTIMACY: magic, a truth serum, whatever — you didn't mean to bare your soul, but that is precisely what you're doing right now.
   
5. SLOW-DANCING: there is something inherently intimate about trusting someone else to lead you, and someone trusting you to lead them.
   
6. OTHER: intimacy can come in many forms. pick your poison.

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[teenyoda]

It had been a long day followed by an even longer night. They'd gotten to Scott's house, both of them fortunate for once that his mom was working a late shift. She might be in the know now, but no way was she going to be cool with her son coming home with his clothes barely hanging on and blood smeared all over him.

She might almost show a little concern towards Stiles' state as well, the teen covered in dirt and a little blood, looking completely unimpressed. Scott had been gracious enough to let him have a shower first, which was great because somehow, dirt had gotten up in his boxers and was making everything very uncomfortable.

Cleaned and wearing what Scott had loaned him, he left the bathroom to let his best friend clean up, going and flopping onto the bed, drained and feeling a little morose. He should be happier, they were all good, right? But the constant barrage of one thing after the other was just wearing on him. He was only human, okay?

Taking up as much space as was humanly possible on Scott's bed was where Scott would find him when he got out of the shower.

[mccallmemaybe]

Scott was feeling refreshed after his shower. It felt good to wash away the blood and the dirt, and thanks to his werewolf healing it didn't look at all like he'd been in a savage fight an hour ago. Of course, it was all part of his "Be a Better Scott McCall Program" to be more positive, so he was almost cheerful as he came out of the shower with a towel around his waist.

As soon as he entered his room, Scott could feel Stiles' mood hit him like a wave of cold water. That was the problem with being a werewolf (one of many problems). When someone felt a certain emotion, Scott felt it to his very core. Slipping on his boxers underneath his towel and then leaving the towel on the floor like the messy boy he was (his mom would tell him to pick it up later), Scott sat on the edge of what little space of the bed Stiles had left for him.

"You're not happy," Scott frowned. "I can feel it... Why? We won." Today's fight. No doubt there would be another tomorrow.

[teenyoda]

"Yay, we won. Woo. Look at us. Why don't we throw a parade?" The absolute apathy with which he spoke would be apparent to a deaf and blind person.

He sighed, not shifting or moving in the slightest to give Scott more room. This was part of his sulking method. "We won with barely any help from anyone else and we shouldn't have had to be that ignorant of the situation. I'm tired of the 'adults' around us not telling us what we clearly need to know because of some screwed up sense of trying to avoid putting responsibility on us. It's a little too late for that."

This was a lot of pent up frustration pointed at Deaton, Derek, Peter, Mr. Argent... basically anyone who knew about things and waited until the absolute last freaking moment to share it, like parting with that knowledge was somehow going to rip a piece of their soul away with them.

It was seriously damaging his calm. And his jeep.

[mccallmemaybe]

Scott moved to lie down next to Stiles, sighing at his best friend's words, not because he disagreed with him, but because everything he was saying frustrated Scott too.

"I know... but we still won. We're still alive. We're still best friends..." That was plenty for Scott to smile about.

"Your mood is affecting my mood." It wasn't just a werewolf thing. If his best friend felt like crap then Scott couldn't help but feel the same. "Just tell me what I can do to cheer you up." He paused for a moment. "I'll leave the room if you want to jerk off." That's what usually cheered up Stiles, right? "Just don't mess up my sheets." He considered himself to be the bestest friend ever, giving his best friend permission to jerk off in his own bed.

[teenyoda]

Stiles reached over and kicked at Scott's butt. "I'm not rubbing one out on your bed, jerk." Yeah, that was one way to cheer him up, but only when he was in the mood for it. Which, granted, was ninety percent of the time.

He didn't know how to unmoody himself, but he didn't like that it was literally affecting Scott. That wasn't what he wanted to do. "I'm sorry. I'll just go."

He moved to push himself up to get off Scott's bed.

[mccallmemaybe]

"Stop touching my butt." Yeah, it was a good thing his mom wasn't home to hear that, not that she hadn't heard weird stuff like that coming from Scott's room when she was home.

"Wait." Scott reached out with his arm and draped it over Stiles, forcing him to lie back down again. "It's okay. I don't want you to go. I want you here."

He'd either find a way to cheer Stiles up or they'd be miserable together, as long as Stiles didn't leave.

[teenyoda]

Stiles stopped at the arm across his back, then turned to flop back on the bed on his side, looking up at Scott (and incidentally, giving him room to lie down). "Really? You wouldn't rather have Allison over? Or Derek? Or Isaac?" His girlfriend or one of his fellow furry buddies of the night seemed to be the ones he'd been bumping into more often than not.

So maybe someone was feeling a little neglected.