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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[teenyoda]

Me? Naked? Hah, you're... wow. Look, you look great naked. Me? Not so much. It'd be like... really bad in comparison.

[If the guys in the locker room could put him to shame, he was sort of nervous to think of what he'd look like beside Derek.]

[sourwolfhale]

Stiles, stop.

[He reached over, resting his hand on his thigh.]

Its not about comparison. No offense, I don't exactly get off on seeing myself. My body is not what I'm interested in.

[teenyoda]

Your body is what everyone's interested in.

[Maybe he should just stop talking. Forever. But he could feel Derek's hand on his thigh like it was ten times hotter than it should be, his leg tensing up under it as he let out a breath.]

[sourwolfhale]

Not me. I'm interested in you.

[He leaned in closer, staring into his eyes for a moment.]

[teenyoda]

[Derek was suddenly really close and in the morning light Stiles could get a good look at his eye color.]

Huh. I thought your eyes were blue.

[sourwolfhale]

[He raised an eyebrow before snorting and shaking his head.]

Seriously?

[teenyoda]

Not like I've gotten too close to them before without you trying to kill me or make me saw off your arm.

[sourwolfhale]

Well you have now. So are you just gonna stare at me or is there something else you'd like?

[teenyoda]

[That was a loaded question. There were lots of things he liked. Lots of things he wanted, and to be honest, it was hard to think with a naked guy sitting so close. He was trying not to look at things, but trying not to not look. It was a delicate balance.]

Define something else?

[sourwolfhale]

Stiles, what do you want? Name it, anything you wish.

[He reached up, cupping his face and brushing a thumb along his cheek.]

[teenyoda]

World peace is probably out of the question, huh?

[Derek's hand was really warm, the thumb almost tickling as he turned to look at him. Should he touch him back? Where? God, where do you touch a naked guy that isn't his dick?]

[sourwolfhale]

[He sighed softly, pulling his hand back and scrubbing it through his hair.]

Okay, I'm gonna pull some sweats on.

[teenyoda]

[He reached out for Derek's wrist, holding it loosely.]

Don't. I mean, unless you want to. I'm screwing this up. I don't...

This isn't exactly in my field of expertise, okay?

[sourwolfhale]

I know that, but...I feel like I'm making you more nervous and I feel bad about it.

[He turned his hand, squeezing Stiles' in his own.]

Plus I feel like...maybe I'm pressuring you.

[teenyoda]

Of course I'm nervous. Anything, ah, naked related with someone that's not me and my laptop would make me nervous. It's not you. Not with that, anyway.

[There was that heat again and it skipped down his arm to tickle into his stomach.]

I didn't have to come over. Or stay.

[sourwolfhale]

I could at least pull my boxers back on and we could talk where you might actually focus on something other than my cock.

[teenyoda]

[He blushed again, eyes dropping down to Derek's lap even though he told himself not to.]

That's probably not going to help. My mind's there.

[sourwolfhale]

Well we need to figure something out because I want to know what you want and I don't think you'll be able to give me a real answer.

[teenyoda]

I want a lot of things. I don't think you're going to get an answer on this topic that's not, ah... related.

[He moved so that his finger sort of trailed over the scruff of Derek's cheek, feeling the rasp against his skin.]

Do you ever shave anymore?

[sourwolfhale]

[He tilted his head, leaning into the touch and sighing quietly.]

Hmm no. I trim, but I don't shave.

[And yeah, that was pretty much everywhere.]

[teenyoda]

Why not? You used to.

[He remembered clean-faced Derek back when Scott had first been bitten. He'd looked so much younger then.]

[sourwolfhale]

I like the way I look now. Would you rather I shaved?

[He frowned a bit, turning his head and brushing his lips over Stiles' fingers.]

[teenyoda]

N...o.

[Okay, that had felt... weird. Good weird. Like something electric flowing through him. He moved his fingers to trace over Derek's lips, wanting to feel it again.]

I never said that.

[sourwolfhale]

So you like the way I look now?

[He asked with a smirk, teasing Stiles even as he kept brushing his lips against his fingertips.]

[teenyoda]

It suits you.

[His voice was soft, distracted as his eyes watched what his fingers were doing. How the hell could something so simple have him getting so freaking... hard?]