[ We're sorry, the person you have dialed is unavailable right now. Synapses are firing on all cylinders. Mouths are a dropping. Yes, he's showing this to his other boss who he's currently on a walk with. He didn't think she'd be coming back? He. He. But - high five? Why would he high five him? He's not that big of a high fiver.
Wait, was this... meant for -- this really seems like a Stiles text. He wouldn't say that to him? He did leave the house.
Wait, is this... for him?
Cool.
And hot. Shit. That's really hot.
He finishes up his walk with Olivia - they get some kind of hot ice cream-like soup - and he heads back to his empty loft. It's impossible to concentrate on anything. Not only did Olivia confirm what he thinks which is that... maybe he might like Scott like that. Because he trusts him. And always thinks about him. And hates when he doesn't get along with Stiles because that hurts Scott. Yeah, something's happening.
Something's happening down below too and it's very weird to have someone else's erection. He fights the urge as long as possible. He even takes a piss once, not paying too close to what he's holding to try and get rid of it. But, he also doesn't want blue balls. They suck, he hears, and now he can actually get it.
So, upstairs, on the edge of the bed he takes a breath, looking down. He undoes his belt first. Maybe if he just lets himself breathe. So, he pulls the belt out and drops it to the side. It won't hurt to unzip his pants. Or, you know, maybe take them off because, tight. But, then his boner is prominent. Or, Lincoln's. Licking his lips, he rubs himself through his boxer briefs. He rolls Lincoln's penis, making it worse.
He reaches the point of 'fuck it' soon after as he pulls down his waistband and reveals a hard penis he's not used to. Luckily, jerking off his jerking off. It's long, it's hot, and he's laying back and jerking off Lincoln's dick in Lincoln's body to thoughts of Scott.
He's powerless to teenage hormones and a heightened attraction. After wiping off his hands and - shit, he should've taken off his shirt, he slides off and moves to the console.
maybe he should reply? sounds like scott doesn't know he sent it to him, too. and it seems... wrong not to let scott know he's on the same page. he hems and haws before finally deciding to. ]
i know this wasn't meant for me. but you sent it to me too. and i did it too. don't tell lincoln
[ and then he hits send. but, fuck, fuck, he hit send. he can't get it back, should he have? breathing exercises. ]
closed action; then text
Wait, was this... meant for -- this really seems like a Stiles text. He wouldn't say that to him? He did leave the house.
Wait, is this... for him?
Cool.
And hot. Shit. That's really hot.
He finishes up his walk with Olivia - they get some kind of hot ice cream-like soup - and he heads back to his empty loft. It's impossible to concentrate on anything. Not only did Olivia confirm what he thinks which is that... maybe he might like Scott like that. Because he trusts him. And always thinks about him. And hates when he doesn't get along with Stiles because that hurts Scott. Yeah, something's happening.
Something's happening down below too and it's very weird to have someone else's erection. He fights the urge as long as possible. He even takes a piss once, not paying too close to what he's holding to try and get rid of it. But, he also doesn't want blue balls. They suck, he hears, and now he can actually get it.
So, upstairs, on the edge of the bed he takes a breath, looking down. He undoes his belt first. Maybe if he just lets himself breathe. So, he pulls the belt out and drops it to the side. It won't hurt to unzip his pants. Or, you know, maybe take them off because, tight. But, then his boner is prominent. Or, Lincoln's. Licking his lips, he rubs himself through his boxer briefs. He rolls Lincoln's penis, making it worse.
He reaches the point of 'fuck it' soon after as he pulls down his waistband and reveals a hard penis he's not used to. Luckily, jerking off his jerking off. It's long, it's hot, and he's laying back and jerking off Lincoln's dick in Lincoln's body to thoughts of Scott.
He's powerless to teenage hormones and a heightened attraction. After wiping off his hands and - shit, he should've taken off his shirt, he slides off and moves to the console.
maybe he should reply? sounds like scott doesn't know he sent it to him, too. and it seems... wrong not to let scott know he's on the same page. he hems and haws before finally deciding to. ]
i know this wasn't meant for me.
but you sent it to me too.
and i did it too. don't tell lincoln
[ and then he hits send. but, fuck, fuck, he hit send. he can't get it back, should he have? breathing exercises. ]