stiles, are you hard right now?
summary: you and stiles make a break for the supply closet the second a fight breaks out at the bank. a series of unfortunate events ensues.
“holy shit — janitors closet, go go go!” stiles shoved you towards the door, stumbling over you to get away from the vault scene going on just in the other room.
both breathless, you squeezed into the dark and cramped room, both of you fumbling to shut the door and turn the lock. despite the commotion happening on the other side, the finally locked door gave you relief, and you took a breath for what felt like the first time in hours.
you turned around, feeing around for the pull chain lighting in the dark. when you found it and yanked, you regretted it immediately. your stomach turned at the sight on the floor in front of you.
before you laid a body, too maimed to recognize. you started the step back, realizing how close you were to the blood pooling on the ground, and tried but failed to suppress a shriek.
internally, stiles wasn’t doing any better at the scene before him, but he kept his composure and moved quickly to cover your mouth before you made anymore noise and gave away your hiding spot as the pack continued to fight off the Alphas.
he pulled you close, taking to keep you as far away as he could from the body. you murmured against his hand so he released it, hands still on you as they rested across your shoulders and kept your back flush against him as he had his own pressed against the door.
“holy shit we should’ve stayed in the car.”
you nodded fervently, the hairs standing on the back of your neck as he whispered against your skin. you realized now just how close you two were. you sat in silence for a minute before you noticed something else as well.
“hm?” he hummed in your ear, looking past you to see what you were referring to.
“are you, i mean — is that what i think…”
you shifted against him and he immediately knew what you were talking about. his eyes shot open and he tried to press himself against the door, trying to create any possible space between the two of you as he could. he would sink into the wall and disappear forever if he could.
“uh, is what? i don’t, i don’t know, or i mean i don’t —“
“i think uh,” he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will this conversation over. “it’s something else —“
“stiles, are you hard right now?”
surely this had to be worse than his fate out there in the fight.
he let out a huff of air against the back of your neck, and you could feel how tense he was.
“no, i no of course not, i mean,
a smirk plastered across your face, a new emotion beginning to overshadow the fear from night you were having.
“there’s a dead body less than a foot away from us, are you serious right now?”
“listen im not proud of it, alright? okay so,
shit, jesus christ im sorry.” he tried desperately to find the door handle behind him, willing to face the violence outside the door if it meant getting the hell out of there.
you didn’t move a muscle, still standing flush against him, the silence in the closet only being met by the sound of stiles’ hand struggling with the door lock.
stiles let out an exasperated breath of air. “jesus (y/n), it’s not from the fucking body, what kind of question is that?”
you held back a chuckle, his remark reminding you of the body you had momentarily forgotten about, and you subconsciously pressed harder into stiles, disgust winning as your primary emotion again at the sight of whoever was in this closet before you.
he couldnt take the silence, nor you getting even closer to him.
“i’m - im sorry y-you’re just really close and im not trying to and —“
“stiles don’t worry about it, we’ll talk about it later. we need to get out of here.”
stiles sighed, worry overtaking him. “okay but talk about it as in you yelling at me and calling me a perv and that you never want to be near me again, or talk about it as in —oh,”
you pressed your hips hard against his, grinding against how hard he was. you smirked at the whine that escaped his lips as you did so.
“i said we can talk about this later, stiles, maybe not in front of someone while their organs hanging out.”
“right yeah let’s, yeah no of course yeah let’s—“
before he could even get his hand on the doorknob, the door swung open, causing him to fall backwards and hit the ground with a groan.
“jesus fuck” stiles collected himself and met the eyes of isaac, not impressed with the inquisitive look on his face.
“we’re done and headed out. nice hiding spot, guys”
you rolled your eyes at him. “yeah whatever, let’s head ou-“
isaac looked towards stiles with a smirk. “you reek of lust.”
stiles couldn’t move a muscle if he wanted to. there was no way this was happening.
“what the hell happened while we were out here fighting for our lives?”
you swore all of the blood drained from stiles’ face, and you matched isaac’s smirk at the sight.
stiles tried to stutter out a sentence, only to be met with more amusement from issac. he grumbled and shoved him out of his way.
“this is why no one fucking likes you, isaac.”
