Stiles hadn't had a whole lot of private time lately. Somehow the start of school always meant slamming immediately back into full-blown werewolf crap, so when he wasn't at cross-country practice or at Scott's after school, he was usually glued to his laptop trying to stay one step ahead of the non-werewolf-related murders in town.
Tonight he was getting nowhere, and that was frustrating as hell. So it hadn't seemed like a bad idea to take a break, to unwind a little bit, and he was just getting into a good rhythm with his hand wrapped around his dick when his door opened.
At least it wasn't his dad. That was all Stiles could think as he squawked, immediately letting go and fumbling to pull his sheets up over his lap, nearly managing to fall off the bed in the process.
Might not have been his dad, but Scott's ex-boyfriend wasn't much better.
"Dude!" Stiles shifted, attempting to yank his boxers back up over his hips one-handed while he clutched the sheet in the other, hair disheveled and cheeks tomato-red. "Knocking. Knocking is something you should do before you open a door, not while you're opening it."
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Tonight he was getting nowhere, and that was frustrating as hell. So it hadn't seemed like a bad idea to take a break, to unwind a little bit, and he was just getting into a good rhythm with his hand wrapped around his dick when his door opened.
At least it wasn't his dad. That was all Stiles could think as he squawked, immediately letting go and fumbling to pull his sheets up over his lap, nearly managing to fall off the bed in the process.
Might not have been his dad, but Scott's ex-boyfriend wasn't much better.
"Dude!" Stiles shifted, attempting to yank his boxers back up over his hips one-handed while he clutched the sheet in the other, hair disheveled and cheeks tomato-red. "Knocking. Knocking is something you should do before you open a door, not while you're opening it."