2.
“How long have you been standing there?“–
“How long have you been standing there?” Boyd asks, cheeks flaming hot not only from exertion. He might have gotten a little bit into the song, but it’s catchy, okay? His body moved on its own!
Stiles grins at him from the entrance to the kitchen, hip cocked agaist the doorway and arms crossed in front of his chest – the embodiment of the cat who got not only the canary, but also the cream.
“Long enough to get a decent amount of footage,” Stiles shamelessly admits.
The song on the radio changes then, from Uptown Funk that Boyd was enthusiastically putting dinner together to, to Maroon 5’s Sugar. Stiles’ eyes seem to sparkle at that and he glides right up to Boyd, hands settling at Boyd’s hips. “And gain a new appreciation of these.”
Boyd snorts at that, still blushing but for a different reason now. He reaches out and lowers the flame under the sauce then wraps his arms loosely around Stiles’ neck.
“Well, my hips definitely don’t lie.”
He delights in the way his words make Stiles laugh and mess up the steps as they try to dance along to the tune.
sweet, domestic Stoyd is my absolute favourite and this is so perfect, Mar! I love it so much, oh my gosh ❤
Tag: stiles x chris
“Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.” Stiles/Papa Hale or Stiles/Chris
this is my second time writing Chris/Stiles and after rewriting it like three times I’m still kinda eeh about this, but I hope you like it darling! ❤
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“You’re mad.”
Stiles was mad. He was
so angry he was practically steaming with it, this tight, churning, hot fury in
his chest.He tipped his chin up slightly and crossed his arms. “I’m not
mad.”It wasn’t so much that he heard Chris’s quiet snort, more
like he knew it was coming, and it made him grind his teeth together. They sat in silence for a long minute, Chris
looking expectedly at Stiles while Stiles tried his hardest to ignore the stare
burning into the side of his face, instead glaring out of the windshield.The others had left a while ago, so it was just Chris’s car
left, haphazardly pulled over on the side of the road that skimmed through the
woods. The threat hadn’t even been too
serious, or at least not comparable to other shit they’d dealt with in the
past, and aside from Scott dislocating his shoulder, no one had been hurt. Just a group of hunters, wanting to claim the
prize – Stiles felt a roll of disgust
as he remembered what one of the hunters had called it – of killing a True
Alpha.But it was always serious to Stiles, especially when it was
his best friend’s life at stake. It didn’t
matter what they were fighting, there was always that awareness that something
could get wrong, that they could lose someone, and it left Stiles with this
weary, cold-boned exhaustion.Chris heaved a deep sigh. “Are we going to talk about it?”
Stiles folded his arms tighter, jaw clamped firmly shut, and
his efforts rewarded him with another sigh.“The silent treatment.” Chris said, finally turning on the
engine. “Great.”
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