bakerstreet | sexting

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.

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?

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.

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.]

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

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

Mmmmmmmmmm

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

D'rk?

[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.

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?

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

Breakfast sounds good...

[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.

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.

[Well. Okay. They were rolling. And... hello, Derek on top of him. Brown eyes wide, he stared up at him and had to wonder at that big of disappointment that he got up and sat away from him.]

Um.. no, it's cool. I mean, you didn't do anything. I was being a jerk.

You were teasing and I was being sensitive. Just...you mean a lot to me. I wasn't lying about any of that.

[He shrugged a shoulder before smiling and heading for the kitchen.]

Hope you like bacon and eggs.

[He took a minute to take that in; along with the view of Derek walking in his underwear to the kitchen.]

Yeah, bacon and eggs is good. You, uh, gonna put some pants on?

[Because he was curious to see what he'd look like if he turned around. Hey, he'd felt something poking him...]

[Yeah Derek wasn't even thinking as he turned to look at Stiles, tilting his head.]

Would you rather me put on pants?

[Well then. Huh. He was trying not to look, but he was clearly looking.]

No. No. That's, ah... that's fine.

[Derek noticed the way he was looking and smirked a bit, leaning in the doorway.]

You know, you have a cellphone. If you like looking so much you could just take a picture.

[He was slow on the uptake, but eventually Stiles' natural personality shone through and he gave Derek a bit of a grin.]

I'm not whipping my phone out for only a half-nude shot.

[Oh that got Stiles a raised eyebrow.]

Would you rather it be a full nude?

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