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[shipmadeflesh]

Caught In The Act Meme
(Extended Edition)

We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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Oh God xD

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles really should knock, but he thinks they've gotten to the point where he can walk in unannounced. Right? It's been a few months...

Besides, Stiles is too excited to knock. He's found that spellbook Sam wanted at an antique store downtown while shopping for an anniversary gift for Allison with Scott and he wants to show his boyfriend.

So he sneaks into the apartment with the spare key Sam gave him, tip-toeing towards Sam's room. The lights are off; he assumes Sam's taking a nap or something.]

SURPR-! [Stiles flips on the light with a grin, book held out proudly in front of him, eyes widening as he cuts off his sentence in a choke of shock.]

[wolfy_sam]

[His skin has been itchy and crawling for two days now. Finally Sam had given in and called Derek to try and figure out what was up and what had his wolf so on edge.

And just screw him. As a potential Alpha, he wasn't going into heat like an Omega. He was going into rut. Two or three days when he was going to be perpetually horny. Awesome. Because he hadn't had enough of that as a teenager.

Had Stiles been another wolf, he probably would have grabbed him and locked them in the apartment for the weekend. Instead, while he was shopping for a gift for Scott and Allison, Sam took the chance to work out a bit of his.. tension.

So when Stiles flips the light on, Sam is on his back, jeans shoved down, breath coming fast as he strokes himself off. Oh goddamnit. He can't stuff himself back in his jeans without hurting something so he drops a pillow into his lap.] Ah.. hey.

[alotofadderall]

H-hey. [Even that pillow isn't doing much because Sam is really hard. Stiles gapes for a second, lowering the book.] ...I-I'll just...go.

[Stiles turns, looking a little defeated - why did Sam have to jerk off? Had Stiles not been...sufficient? Well, Stiles thought it had been good.

He makes a wayward gesture towards the book, back turned.] ...I'll leave this on the sofa. It's that book you were looking for.

[wolfy_sam]

Don't go. Please. [His voice is a little strangled. Fucking pheromones. Now all he can smell is Stiles and he wants to rub himself all over him.] It's not what you think. Derek.. he said it's rut. My.. my first.

[alotofadderall]

[Sam almost sounds pained but it's probably from his arousal.] ...So you didn't call me?

[wolfy_sam]

I.. I didn't want to scare you. It started while you were shopping. [He shifts uncomfortably.] It couldn't wait.

I'm sorry. [Please. Please come closer. The wolf in him is desperate to scent him. Mark Stiles as his again and again.]

[alotofadderall]

You still could have called me. [Stiles turns back around, trying not to look so upset. It was a wolf thing, he could understand that...but Sam still could have called him if he needed him. Of course Stiles would help him, with anything.] It's fine, Sam.

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam bites his lip. He wants to involve Stiles in everything in his life, but he's still a Winchester. There are still some things he's used to doing on his own. He can't and shouldn't expect him to literally drop everything when he needs something.] Stiles, don't. Please.

[alotofadderall]

[He can and he should. Stiles will do anything for Sam, at any hour of the day. He's too stupidly in love to do anything else.]

What, then, Sam? [Stiles sighs a little, deciding to just let it go. It's fine, really. He shouldn't get upset over it, it's ridiculous.] ...Looks like you've got it covered.

[wolfy_sam]

I'm sorry. [He shifts, stuffing himself back in his jeans and moving towards Stiles.] I'm not.. I'm not used to having someone to call at a moment's notice. I've been on my own a long time.

I should have called you. I'm sorry.

[alotofadderall]

It's fine, Sam, [Stiles sighs again, softly, and nods, letting Sam come closer.] I shouldn't be upset with you. I'm not. I'm sorry.

[wolfy_sam]

It's not. [He scents his cheek gently, an affectionate gesture.] I haven't had anyone like you in my life for a very long time. I didn't want to scare you by pouncing you the second you hit the door, but I should have called.

[alotofadderall]

If you'd told me what was going on, I would have understood. [Stiles wraps an arm around Sam's waist, looking at Sam with concern as he scented him.] ...You know that, right? I would have understood? It wouldn't have scared me, Sam.

[wolfy_sam]

It's scaring me. [Sam kneels, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face against him. Losing control is terrifying.] Bad things have happened when I lost control in the past. I.. I can't lose that. [What if he snapped? What if he hurt Stiles? Or someone else?]

[alotofadderall]

Shh, it's okay. [Stiles pets back through Sam's hair as he kneels, hugging the man to him and bruehing softly along his cheek.] I won't let you, okay? I won't let you lose control. I'll anchor you, Sam, I promise. It's okay...

[wolfy_sam]

[He's shaking, rut making him jittery and nerves simply complicating matters.] If I don't.. if I don't people get hurt. Or they die.

[So fucking someone to death probably isn't going to happen. But he's rattled.]