“Alright,” Stiles whispered, turning from Scott as he kept his phone pressed to his cheek, “Now… just say that again. Slower.”
Derek gave a soft huff through the speaker, “What, that I want to run my teeth over your neck and lick the skin under your jaw?”
Stiles closed his eyes for a second, biting his lip, “Mhm.”
“Oh, well I guess you might like how much I want to slip my hands down the back of your jeans and feel that ass I’ve been missing…”
Stiles gave a soft whimper, “Uh huh?”
“Yeah,” Derek replied with a growl, “When you get back home from that stupid track meet I’m going to flip you over, lick you down and fill you with-”
“Oh my GOD, I can HEAR EVERYTHING YOU’RE SAYING!!” Scott yelled over Stiles shoulder, his face contorted in anger as he sat back in his seat.
Stiles turned beet red and glanced around, seeing every pair of eyes on the bus now pointed at him, “Um.. Der I’m going to have to call you back. Something’s come up.”
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