justlurkinghere | The Preserve, Monday Morning

In Derek's defense, he had noticed an increase of energy today. But he'd assumed it was the sort of restlessness that came along with the season change.

Because he made poor life choices.

Like dragging Stiles' idiot self out running this week. Poor, poor choices. You'd think he would have learned from that singing day.

Derek stood still, listening for anything happening nearby. Because teal deer were a nuisance. Also, he was waiting for Stiles to catch up.

[for the modded slowpoke]

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From:

robinonadderall

Just like the last time Stiles thought his increased, uh, energy was from being a teenager. He could go from normal to horny in under ten seconds on a normal day so he just thought this was his body turning against him.

He would realize his mistake once food started appearing at his window again.

He was slower than usual today because in addition to just sucking at running, it was almost unbearably hot under the layers he typically wore. But he caught up to Derek eventually, only slightly looking like he wanted to die.

From:

justlurkinghere

Derek was just going to give him a look that expressed vast amounts of judgement before it wandered off and got lost staring at Stiles' mouth. For some reason.

Please don't notice that.

From:

robinonadderall

Don't worry, Derek, Stiles wasn't noticing because as soon as he caught his breath he was trying to struggle out of his clothes. Or at least his sweatshirt. "Okay, it's too damn hot I can't take this anymore!"

From:

justlurkinghere

"It's fall." You know. Technically.

From:

robinonadderall

"It's hot!" And he was stuck in his sweatshirt now. Stuck in his sweatshirt and the movement was causing the t-shirt he was wearing under it to ride up over his stomach.

From:

justlurkinghere

Why were you doing this to him? Why?

Derek turned his head away rather than notice body hair or stomached or muscles that had no business existing. "You've got to be kidding me," Derek muttered to himself.

From:

robinonadderall

Stiles managed to pull the sweatshirt off eventually, but he was breathing heavily again and his hair was all over the place. "Don't help me or anything, that's fine. I almost suffocated, but that's okay."

He looked down at himself and immediately yanked his shirt back in place because, yeah, nobody needed to see that.

From:

justlurkinghere

Derek did that pissed off deer in the headlights stare for a moment because now Stiles was both flushed and his hair was fluffed. Quick, say something smooth!

"A three year old can manage, I thought you could too."

Nailed it.

From:

robinonadderall

And the nipples. Don't forget the nipples.

"I'm not at my most coordinated today," Stiles said as he tied his sweatshirt around his waist. Good, he could maneuver it in front of him just in case anything embarrassing happened. "How are you not hot right now?"

Well, Derek was hot right now, which was something Stiles was trying not to focus on.

From:

justlurkinghere

"I didn't wear a sweatshirt." Nevermind how he was managing to sweat in an artful way that probably managed to look like he'd been spritzed with water for a photoshoot.

From:

robinonadderall

Meanwhile Stiles tended to sweat like a pig. So not attractive.

"Yeah, but you are wearing those jeans." Those tight, tight jeans.

From:

justlurkinghere

Well at least there was that to distract Derek.

"I'm not taking off my pants." Wow, this escalated quickly.

From:

robinonadderall

Stiles eyebrows shot up. "W-what?"

Oh god he didn't say he wanted Derek's pants off out loud, did he?

From:

justlurkinghere

Why hadn't he said something insulting?!

"Keep running," Derek snapped, ducking his head and taking off again, assuming he's be followed. Or be able to escape this nightmare.

Edited Date: 2013-09-30 03:38 pm (UTC)

From:

robinonadderall

Stiles scrambled after Derek, trying to push pantsless thoughts out of his head. Of course being directly behind Derek while he was running in those jeans was not helping anything.

He made a whining noise to himself because try as he might he could just not look away from it. "Oh my god this is a nightmare."

From:

justlurkinghere

It was worse than everything before. Yes, including that time they died.

So, so much worse.

"Oh god," Derek said as what was going on suddenly hit him. It was that week that he dragged dead animals to the dorms all over again.

From:

robinonadderall

Stiles was going to throw such a hissy if you started giving him dead animals again, Derek. It was disgusting.

He still hadn't put together what was actually going on right now though. Mostly because he always felt like this to some degree, and he was also trying to will down sexy thoughts before an embarrassing situation happened. It took up a lot of concentration, which is why he ended up tripping over a twig and falling to the ground.

Well that was one way to avoid getting an erection.

From:

justlurkinghere

A very painful way!

And it helped that Derek had than the normal urge to shove food at Stiles face. This time he could probably keep it from being raw food. Maybe. Hopefully.

Derek stopped, staring up at the sky like it offended him before turning around to help. Which was another poor choice on his part. He was just full of 'em today! "Did you break something?"

From:

robinonadderall

"I don't think so," Stiles said, pushing himself up to his knees so he could wipe his hands off on his shorts. "I hate nature."

From:

justlurkinghere

Derek rolled his eyes because at least this was normal. He held out a hand to help him up, looking as disinterested as he could manage at the moment.

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robinonadderall

Stiles jumped at first, which was in no way due to the fact that when he looked up from the ground the first thing he noticed was that he was eye level with Derek's whole...junk region. "Um."

Focus. He needed to focus. Stiles blindly reached out for Derek's hand because he needed to get up right now before things happened and Derek could smell it on him.

From:

justlurkinghere

Don't make eye contact with it! God, Stiles.

The grimace Derek was sporting probably meant he could already smell it. Because teenagers did that looking at a shapely tree or thinking about something that would cause them to trip. Clearly that is what was happening. "This was a bad idea."

Much like the deep breath Derek took once he'd yanked Stiles upright.

From:

robinonadderall

Oh they were very close now. That was a thing that was happening. He needed to remain calm. He was in this close proximity with Derek all the time. He could handle this.

"I find running to be a bad idea all of the time."

From:

justlurkinghere

Yeah, but that was all sans... happy.

"If you stopped flinging yourself at the ground it would work." Guys. Take a step back and stop trying to reinact Twilight.

From:

robinonadderall

The moving was so not happening right now. Stiles blamed Derek for looking good even when he was sweaty.

"I do not fling myself to the ground," Stiles said. "I'm just not all graceful and crap like you are."

From:

justlurkinghere

"Then pay more attention." Yeah, you tell him, Derek.

Derek? Derek, boo? Derek, stop staring at things.

From:

robinonadderall

"I was paying attention!" To Derek's ass. Now Stiles was paying attention to his eyes because looking at Derek's mouth or body in proximity to himself seemed like a bad idea.

From:

justlurkinghere

Well, they were the sort of color fan girls fought over. You could get lost in them.

When they weren't glaring.

"Not to that!" He was just assuming you were thinking about this Lydia person who he harbored no resentment toward at all. Honestly.

From:

robinonadderall

"Hey, don't tell me what I was or wasn't paying attention to," he said, giving Derek's arm a shove. Better than admitting what he was thinking about.

From:

justlurkinghere

Whoa now. Whoa. With the bossing Derek around in a forceful manner.

And the... Derek lost his train of thought somewhere along the way, taking a step back as he looked down at his arm. Stiles, this was cheating.

From:

robinonadderall

Stiles rolled his eyes. Jeez, he was so unappealing Derek looked like he was going to vomit just from Stiles touching his arm. "You're right, this was a bad idea."

He walked past Derek, purposely knocking his shoulder into him as he went by before mumbling, "You should have just jogged with Ms. Day instead."

From:

justlurkinghere

Wait, who now?

But this was good. Yes. Stiles made at him during this torture meant Stiles staying away from him as well. This was all going according to his master plan that had only just sprung into existence.

Good, good.

Derek huffed in annoyance anyway, watching him stomp off.