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.
Alan was so used to using Stiles as a go between for him and Scott that it had actually become a habit to go to him first. At first it was because they were trying to keep their relationship off the radar, then because it was just awkward for him to have to talk to him when he'd been the one to break up with Scott in the first place.
So when he had things he wanted to find out and information to share, Stiles' house was the one he found himself going to. He'd been about to knock when the door had opened suddenly, the sheriff's surprised face looking at him, neither of them expecting the other. He let Alan in since he was heading off to work, telling him that Stiles was up in his room.
Up in his room, not 'up in his room jerking off', which was what Alan found out all by himself when he gave the door a perfunctory knock even as he was opening it. "Hey, your dad let me i-- Jesus! Shit! God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He was frozen in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, the other held out, fingers splayed in an attempt to ward off what he was seeing. But it was too late. The image of Stiles on his bed, cock in hand, face flushed, body straining... that was all seared into his cortex. Shit.
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."
His mouth opened and closed ineffectively a few times, his eyes wide and still stuck on Stiles. He felt mortified for both of them, both because no guy liked to be walked in on and interrupted when he was having his happy time and because he still couldn't stop staring. Stop staring, Alan. Stop it. It was creepy.
He finally managed to pull his eyes away, staring down at the floor. "I'm so sorry, Stiles. I... I didn't think that... I mean, I thought..." Hell, he didn't know what he'd been thinking. Stiles' place usually had an open door policy, or so he'd thought. Clearly he hadn't been thinking. Not when he'd opened the door and not while he was standing there, still looking at him like a stunned idiot.
Was it bad that a small part of him had enjoyed the view? No. No, he wasn't going to think of that. No. No thinking of Stiles like that. Shit. Maybe he needed to go have some private time of his own.
That would have been a really good time for his boner to maybe stop. Being a boner. Except that Alan kept staring at him and apparently the terror of being caught in the act hadn't been enough to kill the tent in his sheets, and no amount of awkward shifting was properly covering it up.
Scott was probably going to kill him.
"Did you need something?" His voice was way higher than it needed to be, and Stiles cleared his throat, still fiddling with the sheet.
Had he come here for something? He'd come here for something. Of course he had. That's why he was here. But whatever it was had gone completely out of his head as soon as he'd walked into Stiles' room.
The fact that he could still see things poking out from under the sheet didn't help. He felt a warm flush cover his cheeks and he realized he'd stopped staring at the floor and had gone back to looking at Stiles. Shit.
"Huh?" Very elegant, Alan. Totally cool. Way to brain.
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bakerstreet2013-06-25 08:28 pm
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So when he had things he wanted to find out and information to share, Stiles' house was the one he found himself going to. He'd been about to knock when the door had opened suddenly, the sheriff's surprised face looking at him, neither of them expecting the other. He let Alan in since he was heading off to work, telling him that Stiles was up in his room.
Up in his room, not 'up in his room jerking off', which was what Alan found out all by himself when he gave the door a perfunctory knock even as he was opening it. "Hey, your dad let me i-- Jesus! Shit! God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He was frozen in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, the other held out, fingers splayed in an attempt to ward off what he was seeing. But it was too late. The image of Stiles on his bed, cock in hand, face flushed, body straining... that was all seared into his cortex. Shit.
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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."
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He finally managed to pull his eyes away, staring down at the floor. "I'm so sorry, Stiles. I... I didn't think that... I mean, I thought..." Hell, he didn't know what he'd been thinking. Stiles' place usually had an open door policy, or so he'd thought. Clearly he hadn't been thinking. Not when he'd opened the door and not while he was standing there, still looking at him like a stunned idiot.
Was it bad that a small part of him had enjoyed the view? No. No, he wasn't going to think of that. No. No thinking of Stiles like that. Shit. Maybe he needed to go have some private time of his own.
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Scott was probably going to kill him.
"Did you need something?" His voice was way higher than it needed to be, and Stiles cleared his throat, still fiddling with the sheet.
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Had he come here for something? He'd come here for something. Of course he had. That's why he was here. But whatever it was had gone completely out of his head as soon as he'd walked into Stiles' room.
The fact that he could still see things poking out from under the sheet didn't help. He felt a warm flush cover his cheeks and he realized he'd stopped staring at the floor and had gone back to looking at Stiles. Shit.
"Huh?" Very elegant, Alan. Totally cool. Way to brain.