1187. Like winning the lottery. Sexily.

[shipmadeflesh]

Sex Grab Bag Meme
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Because we kinda sorta really like Stiles...

[kindanutty]

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Sure! Love meeting new people :D Your character is from Glee?

[alotofadderall]

[ooc: Any preferences or shall we roll?]

Originally, but I play him more as an OC these days.

[kindanutty]

[ooc: We're down with it all! :D]

Got it. (: 10

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles didn't know where he was, but when he woke up with a blinding headache on a white bedspread, sans clothes, he knew it couldn't be anywhere good.]

Wha - [The teen blinked, trying to clear his head, and lifted his face out of the pillow it was buried in. White and peach swam before him, slowly forming into another naked person and dammit, he didn't even remember drinking last night.]

[kindanutty]

[Everett on the other hand was still sleeping, murmuring softly about this and that, while sprawled and sporting a hard-on. What could he do, it was just one of those nights...or days, or maybe it was induced, but probably not.

Moaning softly in his sleep, he lifts a hand and rubs at his face, before rolling over and closer to the body next to him. He always liked sleeping next to another, so when he feels that body heat, Everett simply throws an arm over it.]

[alotofadderall]

Woah, buddy! [Stiles jumped a little as the stranger's arm wrapped over him, moving in closer. He was going to feel awful if he'd done something with this guy and was too drunk to remember it.]

Sorry uh... [The guy still seemed to be half-asleep, so Stiles awkwardly poked his arm, trying not to startle him. He didn't remember the guy's name, so he just settled for - ] ...Hello?

[kindanutty]

[Hey now, Everett met his first boyfriend that way, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it! And then they kinda sorta spent the next couple of hours recapturing their memory. Everett groans as he slowly wakes up,]

Stop-stop poke... poking. [He swats lazily at the other, and blinks his eyes open to realize that he has no idea who this guy is.]

[alotofadderall]

Sorry. [Stiles bit his lip, retracting his hand at the swat, eyes wide and apologetic at the situation. What was he supposed to say, "Hi, I don't know who you are?" Because that wasn't rude...] Um. Good morning? [Smooth Stiles, really smooth.]