Spoilers and loooong text after the cut.
Derek finds him in the kitchen, icepack pressed against his broad palm, long fingers turning even paler where they grip at the gel pack.
“Are you alright?” Derek asks, a little perfunctory, and Stiles narrows his eyes, leans back against the counter and clenches and unclenches his hand, inspecting it. He shrugs his shoulders and looks at Derek.
“I dunno, it might be sprained. I probably won’t be able to jerk off for like…a week,” Stiles informs him, he flushes only slightly as Derek steps further into the room towards him, one eyebrow raised in expectation.
“Yeah, you probably owe me like…tons of hand jobs for this,” Stiles nods, “s’only fair, really.”
“Fair, of course,” Derek nods, pressing closer, until he can feel Stiles’ body heat radiating off him, close enough the buckles of their belts are nearly brushing together. “Give me your hand,” Derek says, voice soft. Stiles drops the icepack against the countertop and lets Derek pull his hand gently into his own. He threads their fingers together and inhales slowly, eyes slipping closed as he concentrates. He hears Stiles’ breath get caught in his throat, the erratic way his heart skips.
Derek lets his eyes drift slowly open as he watches the veins beneath his skin turn black, snaking their way up his arms and fading into nothing, the residual pain of Stiles’ sore hand softening into a barely there sort of thrum.
“Better?” Derek asks, not letting Stiles’ hand go, Stiles nods softly, eyes darkening, looking down at where their fingers are still thread together. “Does uh…does that mean hand jobs are off the table?” Stiles asks, voice a little shaky, mouth turning up in a soft, private smile.
Derek doesn’t say anything, grins soft in return, raises Stiles hands to his mouth, lips brushing softly over the skin of Stiles’ knuckle before he lets Stiles’ hand drop, turning away.
“Be careful?” Stiles says, it’s not so much a question or a statement but something else, something like a plea in the way it pitches up at the end.
“Always am,” Derek says and he hears Stiles huff quietly behind him.
suddenly wondering if Derek presses too hard sometimes because he’s masochistically addicted to leeched pain
I can’t begin to tell you how much I love this.
I think in his last moments Legion panicked. What would it be like for your whole life to realize you have no singular opinion but a consensus? All of your opinions were based off of small facts with self preservation instincts kicking in only because you were made to. You could see the light at…
HOW BADASS WAS UHURA THOUGH
Into Darkness spoilers ahoy, but I am so glad to find someone who agrees with me on every single count.
KIRK’S LOOK IN THAT GIF IS TOTALLY: “OH, YEAH. I’M ON TOP TONIGHT.”
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Speaking of, y’all should go see THE GLASS, a marvelous multifandom vid by Thingswithwings - “Slash is what happens when you take away the glass, then put it back, then take it away again, then put it back again.”
Aaaah Henry Jenkins, you amazing human being. *fangirls so hard*