confiscated: (⇀ blackest edges)
Brooks Myers ([personal profile] confiscated) wrote in [personal profile] calloused 2019-08-03 06:05 pm (UTC)

I met Peter in an alley. I could be the bad influence too.

[But he's not sure how he feels about knowing where Derek's fucked Stiles, for some reason. Doesn't put him off but it also doesn't really interest him. It does remind him of the awkward handjob he shared with Stiles, something that makes his hip shift in a way he's grateful to have excuses to hide the reason for. Photos. Post-fuck bliss. Bumpy car. He hasn't thought about Stiles that way since that day, and he's gotta stick that back away in the recesses of his mind. Never happened.

He smiles though, smug and satisfied when Derek tells him he's going to be distracting and speeds up as a result. Tate can feel the car go faster and has no qualms with it. He'd survive a crash. So would Derek. Makes him think of a few things for a future ride, when he really is in the front seat with him and able to be even more of a distraction. Tate rests the photos on his chest and lays back against the seat, his hand slipping down his pants just to adjust himself and also... yeah, still covered in cum.]


I might actually keep a few of these.

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