We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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REACTIONS:
➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
[You'd think that the boys locker room would be a place you could walk into without seeing anything too graphic. Sure, there were naked guys strolling around and occasionally you'd feel the crack of a towel against sensitive skin, but it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary. A guy should be able to go and get the necklace he'd left in his locker without there being an issue, right?
Wrong.
Alan walked in, heading over to his locker to grab the necklace he'd forgotten about after gym, pausing just shy of opening it. He thought he heard something. Something like panting or a muffled sound. Curious, he forgot about the reason he'd come down and slowly moved around the lockers, not really sure what to expect. Another kanima? Someone dying on the floor? A new horror he hadn't even had the time to learn about yet?
The last was the closest. He followed the sound to one of the private shower stalls, jerky breaths making him wonder what he'd find when he drew back the curtain.]
Oh... Oh my god. Stiles!
[Whatever he'd been expecting, he hadn't been expecting that.]
[ the tone of stiles' soft moans go from sweet and close to wide-eyed and horrified as he clutches at his dick in horror, trying to cover it. ]
What're you—!
[ his eyes are wide, and okay, maybe he shouldn't be jerking it in public but he has derek staying at his house and that gives him zero privacy at home. werewolf senses are too good. there's werewolves here, too, sure, but he knows for a fact that most of them are out on the field right now. private stall, empty locker room, hot water to wash the evidence away, it had seemed like the perfect time to rub one out, get rid of the frenetic energy that's been prickling under his skin all morning and making it impossible to concentrate in class. ]
[ except now, of course, he's flushed all over with shame instead of arousal, and frustrated as hell. ]
[It wasn't until Stiles yelled at him to turn around that he realized he was still staring. Stiles wore layers. Lots of them. It made it hard to distinguish what he looked like under them. Not that Alan had ever sat there contemplating what lay under the many layers of Stiles Stilinski, but it dawned on him that he'd always just assumed that Stiles was a scrawny little bean pole.
He was wrong. Stiles was lean, yeah, but there was slight definition there. He wasn't skin and bone and Alan certainly couldn't call him fat. Naked, Stiles was actually... appealing.
But he pulled himself out of his musings at the squawked command, hiding the smile that threatened to crawl onto his face.]
Stiles... what do you think you're doing? Isn't this something best left to be done at home? Alone? Maybe in your own bathroom?
[The smile found its way to his face anyway as Alan lifted his gaze to Stiles' face, not turning around yet.]
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bakerstreet2013-06-25 08:28 pm
stiles stilinski | teen wolf | ota.
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Wrong.
Alan walked in, heading over to his locker to grab the necklace he'd forgotten about after gym, pausing just shy of opening it. He thought he heard something. Something like panting or a muffled sound. Curious, he forgot about the reason he'd come down and slowly moved around the lockers, not really sure what to expect. Another kanima? Someone dying on the floor? A new horror he hadn't even had the time to learn about yet?
The last was the closest. He followed the sound to one of the private shower stalls, jerky breaths making him wonder what he'd find when he drew back the curtain.]
Oh... Oh my god. Stiles!
[Whatever he'd been expecting, he hadn't been expecting that.]
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[ the tone of stiles' soft moans go from sweet and close to wide-eyed and horrified as he clutches at his dick in horror, trying to cover it. ]
What're you—!
[ his eyes are wide, and okay, maybe he shouldn't be jerking it in public but he has derek staying at his house and that gives him zero privacy at home. werewolf senses are too good. there's werewolves here, too, sure, but he knows for a fact that most of them are out on the field right now. private stall, empty locker room, hot water to wash the evidence away, it had seemed like the perfect time to rub one out, get rid of the frenetic energy that's been prickling under his skin all morning and making it impossible to concentrate in class. ]
[ except now, of course, he's flushed all over with shame instead of arousal, and frustrated as hell. ]
Turn around!
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He was wrong. Stiles was lean, yeah, but there was slight definition there. He wasn't skin and bone and Alan certainly couldn't call him fat. Naked, Stiles was actually... appealing.
But he pulled himself out of his musings at the squawked command, hiding the smile that threatened to crawl onto his face.]
Stiles... what do you think you're doing? Isn't this something best left to be done at home? Alone? Maybe in your own bathroom?
[The smile found its way to his face anyway as Alan lifted his gaze to Stiles' face, not turning around yet.]