the pack

“I’m telling you. As soon as we’re done with school, I’ll leave Beacon Hills. There’s no way I’m staying here. It’s a shitty ass town in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. I’ll go somewhere else. Somewhere nicer.” John sighed deeply and sat down on his bed. The Stilinskis had been living in this city for so long, and yet he never truly felt at home here. “But anyway. Enough of my bullcrap. You’ve been acting weird all day, you sure everything’s okay?”

“Yeah, windows aren’t usually meant for people to climb through.” Stiles said, what a hypocrite, “I hope you didn’t break anything on your way in.” he squinted and shook his head before letting his eyes travel over Patrick’s clothed body. “I say you should...” he walked towards him, a grin on his face and guided both of his hands to grab at Patrick’s waist, tugging him closer and started kissing along his neck. “...Help me get rid of my clothes. Then we’ll see about yours.”

“I have two questions.” Stiles quickly established, as he walked inside his house and saw the other waiting for him in the living room. “Okay three actually. How did you get in?” he squinted curiously and dropped his sportsbag to the ground. “And also, why are you still wearing clothes? And. Why aren’t you on your knees?” he giggled and took his phone out of his pocket, looked through a bunch of texts they had been sending each other and then proceeded to quote the other, “I’d wait for you to get home on my knees with my ass spread, hole ready to receive the pounding I deserve, Sir.” a text that had been sent a few days ago now, during one of the many sessions of sexting they were always so happy to have together.