sexting

[pancaked]

the sexting meme. Probably the easiest meme ever. Post a blank with post with your character's name and universe. For the replier, the reply must be a dirty text to the poster's phone, or a picture of naughty parts. It can be on purpose ...or a mistyped number. ("Whoops, sorry I showed you my junk! ... But how was it?!") The original poster can reply to the text or ignore it. Have fun!

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[sourwolfhale]

[He nodded before shifting a bit and getting more comfortable.]

Yeah I do, but I won't unless you want me to.

[teenyoda]

I don't, ah... I don't know if I want you to. Or not. I mean, this is a bit... sudden. Not bad sudden, just... sudden in general.

[sourwolfhale]

[He nodded, shrugging a shoulder before scooting down more and closing his eyes.]

I'm not going to unless you want me to so...you have time to think about it.

[teenyoda]

[With Derek lying down with his eyes closed, it was like he was giving Stiles permission to peek. And there was a lot to peek at. The guy probably worked out in his sleep.]

How much, ah... time?

[sourwolfhale]

[He turned his head slightly, opening his eyes and looking up at him for just a moment.]

As much as you need.

[teenyoda]

[Stiles' eyes were not on Derek's face. They were down around his calves and slowly working their way back up. When they did finally get to the now open eyes, there went the blush again.]

Aha. Yeah. Right. Okay. Um...

[sourwolfhale]

[He smiled at that blush, reaching over and patting his leg.]

You can stay as long as you want...and I meant it. You have all the time you need to think. If you decide you don't...you know...it'll be okay.

[He shifted, rolling back over onto his stomach before burrowing his face into his pillow.]

[teenyoda]

[Well, if he was going to just give him a view of his ass like that, it'd be rude not to look. For a while.]

You, um... you need some water? Or... something?

[sourwolfhale]

There's a bottle of aspirin in the bathroom. Can you get it and put it on the bedside table?

[He peeked at him for a moment.]

And umm...you don't have to, but it would be nice if you stayed.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, I can do that.

[It wasn't clear what he was answering as he moved to crawl off the bed, heading over to the bathroom and looking for the bottle. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and wondered if he'd looked that surprised the entire time. God, he was a moron.

Grabbing a bottle of water, he came over to where Derek was and set out the bottles, looking down for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed.]

You feeling okay?

[sourwolfhale]

Yeah. Just tired.

[He yawned, stretching before closing his eyes again.]

Thank you, Stiles...and don't think I'm going to suddenly wake up tomorrow and this will have all been me being drunk. It won't. This is really how I feel.

[teenyoda]

How about we wait until you're not drunk to talk about feelings.

[Because Stiles felt a little... weird about having drunk people kissing him and bad things happening afterward. Maybe if nothing bad happened this time, it would be a sign.]

[sourwolfhale]

[He nodded before getting comfortable again and finally falling asleep, body going still.]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles waited until Derek was asleep before moving. He got up to sit with his back to the headboard, leaning against it and wondering how his life had gotten so weird.

The late hour and the drop in his adrenaline eventually lulled him to sleep.]

[sourwolfhale]

[Eventually he woke up, making a pained sound as he pulled his pillow over his head.]

Oh my god...

[It took him several moments, but eventually he remembered the aspirin and water on the table, reaching for it and taking both, downing the water before looking at Stiles and blushing.]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles was still passed out, having slumped down in his sleep and managing to take over the entire center of the bed. And half of Derek.]

[sourwolfhale]

[He watched Stiles, reaching out and brushing his hand slowly through Stiles' hair before he shook him gently.]

Hey...hey Stiles...wake up. C'mon.

[teenyoda]

[There was a small noise made and then Stiles sprawled over Derek more.]

No need to push. There's enough of me for everyone.

[Someone needed to work on not talking in their sleep.]

[sourwolfhale]

[Okay he couldn't help but snort at that, shifting a bit with the way Stiles sprawled over him, trying not to...alert him to certain issues.]

Stiles, wake up!

[He lightly swatted his hip, shaking him more.]

[teenyoda]

Mmmmmmmmmm

[He wiggled, trying to find a comfy spot. But his bed was bony and muscly and... warm.]

D'rk?

[sourwolfhale]

[He inhaled sharply when Stiles wiggled, shuddering and immediately grasping Stiles' hips, stopping him.]

Yeah its me and I really need you to wake up because...um...I...yeah.

[teenyoda]

I'm up.

[Not really. He was half up. In more ways than one. Not his fault that he was a healthy teenage boy.]

Breakfast?

[sourwolfhale]

[Didn't help that he was up in a few of the same ways. And he knew Stiles could feel it.]

Breakfast sounds good...

[teenyoda]

[He could, if he took a minute to process that he was still laying on Derek.

When it actually seeped in where he was, he froze, eyes wide and head turning in slow motion to peer down at... yep. He was lying on Derek. And that wasn't a gun in his pocket.]

Oh.

[sourwolfhale]

Yeah, oh.

[He smiled a bit before turning them, rolling Stiles beneath him for a moment. He stared down at Stiles before getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed.]

I'm sorry about the way I acted last night.