The Morning After Meme

[memesforall]

Last night was pretty wild, or maybe it wasn't. You have just woken up, but you are not alone. Perhaps it is a stranger lying next to you, perhaps it's someone you know. It might be your significant other, or a one night stand. The fact remains that you are in bed together, naked (or maybe not) and something happened. Will you try to sneak away before they wake up, try for round two, or something else entirely?


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[teenyoda]

[It wouldn't be the first time he and Scott had fallen asleep together. It might be the first time that they'd both somehow managed to get out of shirts and pants and wind up sleeping in their underwear. On top of the bed. Together. Had it really been that hot last night? Judging by the vague muggy feeling in the room, probably. He'd forgotten to turn his fan on and he guessed they'd wound up sleep-solving that problem. It might have helped if he could have sleep-solved it by turning on the fan instead of getting almost naked.

It was bad enough he had the physiques of the rest of the lacrosse team rubbed in his face at school. Having to see that Scott was ripped and Stiles was decidedly not was just salt in the wound.

He tried to wriggle out from under Scott, half under him, which Stiles thought sort of defeated the whole 'it's too hot for clothes' purpose.]

[wolfsbaned]

[ Scott sometimes sleeps like the dead, especially after a lacrosse game - even being a werewolf, he still has a tendency to get tired out and want to sleep for days. Or maybe that's just a teenager thing. Either way, he's not going to be budging any time soon, especially not when he's warm, and relatively comfortable, and - ]

Mmm.

[ Okay, maybe he's partly awake, but the other part is very comfy right where he is. ]

[teenyoda]

[It's not like Stiles isn't comfortable. It's his bed. He loves his bed. He has a very good relationship with it. But Scott is also hot. As in temperature-wise. And he's kind of heavy. Thankfully, he's only on half of him, so he didn't wind up getting completely crushed to death by a sweaty werewolf blanket in the night, but he was still trapped.]

Hey.

[Feel that? That's a poke, Scott. Right to the ribs. Wake up, you big dope.]

[wolfsbaned]

[ Scott groans again, slowly rolling over to stretch out on his stomach on the other side of the bed, one arm still casually thrown across Stiles. He's pretty sure he'd be okay with never staying in another motel ever again. ]

What?

[teenyoda]

You were trying to make Stiles pancakes.

[That was better, though. He didn't mind the arm. It was better than half a torso and it wasn't nearly as heavy. He lay there, rubbing his eyes and looking up at the ceiling.]

What time is it?

[wolfsbaned]

Dunno.

[ He's too wiped to bother with craning one eye open to look in the direction of the bedside table, and the pillow is too comfortable. He rubs at his face, trying to snap out of the sleep-induced daze. ]

Look for yourself.

[teenyoda]

Clock's on your side of the bed.

[Stiles moves a leg, nudging Scott.]

Check the time. Scooooooott.

[wolfsbaned]

Stop.

[ He finally manages to pry one eye open, waiting until the digital face on the clock swims into focus. ]

S'ten.

[teenyoda]

[He lays there in silence for a moment, eyes tracking the lines over his ceiling as he counted off the marks on it. Yeah, he couldn't be quiet.]

You hungry? I have Captain Crunch. Or I could make real food.

[wolfsbaned]

Guess I could eat.

[ He's a teenage werewolf. Food is always an option. ]

Am I gonna have to get up?

[teenyoda]

[There's a snort.]

Yes, dork. I'm not bringing you breakfast in bed.

[After a minute, he grins as he moves to sit up.]

You didn't earn it, buttercup.

[Feel that? That's a slap on your ass, Scott.]

[wolfsbaned]

Ow!

[ It's not as if that hurt, it was more the surprise of it all that has him rearing up in bed, arms barreling around Stiles' middle to tackle him in response. ]

Earn this.

[teenyoda]

Oh god, watch it. Ow, my coccyx. My pancreas. Ow.

[All lies, but he was trying his best to use pointed elbows and knees to find tender spots on the body tackling him.]

[wolfsbaned]

You're fine.

[ Scott makes a face and slowly sits up, rubbing a hand through his hair as he continues to blink sleep from his eyes. ]

[teenyoda]

I know.

[Now it was Stiles' turn to jump on Scott, trying (even though he knew he'd fail) at pinning him to the bed. It was the principle of the thing.]

[wolfsbaned]

Wait -

[ It's too late, and Scott barely gets his hands up to defend himself before he feels the weight of Stiles coming down on top of him, managing to pin him in his half-asleep state. He manages to wrap his arms around Stiles in a bear hug, rolling them over, and then just holds on for a beat. ]

[teenyoda]

[He was mighty. He was triumphant. He was victori--.

He was rolled over and squeezed. Dammit, Scott. He wriggled ineffectively for all of ten seconds before he gave up, huffing and glaring up at Scott.]

That's completely unfair.

[wolfsbaned]

Wasn't worried about playing fair.

[ He just hides a smile against the nape of Stiles' neck, lowering his head to grin, and then slowly releases his hold, drawing his arms back around to himself. ]

[teenyoda]

Guess not, huh?

[Stiles looked defeated. Utterly and totally ruined.

Until Scott's arms weren't around him anymore. Then he tried to pounce again.]

[wolfsbaned]

Alright, come on -

[ Scott manages to get a leg wrapped around Stiles' before they hit the bed, and he's unable to stop the growl that rises in the back of his throat, more playful than aggressive. ]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles was in the middle of a battle cry and a laugh, grinning as he tried to pin Scott down. He heard the growl, but it was like a puppy growling at him when he played tug of war.]

I used to be able to beat you.