and I’ll put my ipod on shuffle and tell you our life soundtrack
Opening Credits: No Love- Simple PlanWaking Up: Remembering Sunday- All Time LowFirst Day At School: Coming Clean- Green DayFight Song: Starfuckers Inc.- Nine Inch NailsBreaking Up: Too Sick to Pray- A3Life’s OK: Living After Midnight- Judas PriestGetting Back Together: Sail- AWOLNATIONWedding: Thrift Shop- MacklemoreBirth of Child: You Call Me a Bitch Like It’s a Bad Thing- HalestormFinal Battle: Sick of It- SkilletDeath Scene: Wish I Had an Angel- NightwishFuneral Song: Sitting, Waiting, Wishing- Jack JohnsonEnd Credits: Who You Gonna Run To?- Solid Gold
Leave me a ➲ and my character will react to yours accidentally touching them sexually.
Stiles was lost in thought as he walked down the rows of books looking for a copy of Classical Mythology for a paper he had due at the end of the semester. Glancing back and forth, not paying attention, he didn’t notice James coming towards him and calling his name. He snapped back into focus as the man was suddenly in his line of vision, reaching out for him. Stiles stumbled backwards in shock at how close the other suddenly was, James’ palm conforming to the flesh of Stiles’ crotch. He froze for a split second, staring at the man with wide eyes. Stammering and spluttering, Stiles smacked at the hand as he jumped back with a bright blush on his cheeks. “What the fuck James!?”
James was invited in by the sheriff, about to take his 'adopted' brother out for some fries and a burger. Heading up to his room he was about to knock when he hears the moan of his name. Raising a brow he taps on the door. "Stiles? That better be a different James you're moaning about otherwise this can get real awkward real fast."
It was a guilty pleasure, one he didn’t dare to indulge in too often on account of the risks involved. He couldn’t afford to get caught with what he was doing, it would only cause problems all around. Stiles didn’t get much time to himself and with his dad working a case downstairs with a bottle of his favorite whiskey, he thought he was golden.
It was a recent development that his ‘adopted’ brother had become the center of his fantasies. He couldn’t even pinpoint when the people in his fantasy, man or woman for he considered himself an equal opportunist in those matters, changed from faceless bodies to that of James but it had been a recurring fantasy as of late. There was something dangerous about it, something exciting, but also something he would never pursue. James was like a brother to him, there was no way it would ever develop into something more and Stiles, for better or worse, was okay with that. What happened in the sanctity of his own mind, his own room, was his business.
His hand tightened around himself, a shudder coursing through his body at the firm quick strokes he delivered to his shaft. Stiles bit his lip at the sounds that started to rise in his throat but he was an old pro at abusing his bottom lip to keep quiet. It was harder to do so today for it had been quite some time since he’d had an alone time, school and friends taking up a majority of Stiles’ free time; he was so much more sensitive today.
"James," he moaned lowly before clamping down harshly on his bottom lip, panting through his nose as his heart raced at finally voice the name of his fantasy. God, he was almost there, only a little more and…
The knock on his door startled him, hand tightening on his dick and mouth parting soundlessly as he came messily on his stomach. Then the voice from the other side sent a spark of pure fear through him. Shit, how was he going to cover this up?
Scrambling, Stiles jerked his shirt over his head and swiped at the mess on his stomach before throwing it toward the hamper on the other side of the room. Pushing himself off his bed, he grabbed his red hoodie and shrugged it on and zipped it before doing up his pants. Flying toward the door, he quickly flipped the lock and jerked the door open.
"H-Hey there James," he winced internally as his voice cracked, cheeks heating up slightly as he stared at the other’s face "Fancy meeting you here… In my house… At my door…" He wanted to smack himself for how awkward he was being. "You caught me in the middle of a huge rant about James Patterson. Have you read his new book? Tandy Angel sure has it rough huh?"
Telling him had never been the plan, but then again, James being the one to find the incriminating weapon wasn’t the plan either. So the moment he cornered her, Audri simply let the dam break.
“…I killed him.”
She told him everything, from meeting Alex to the events that led up to her putting a bullet in his head. Confessions were never her thing; her story filled with stammers and pauses, the ashtray in front of them slowly filling with ash and cigarette butts as she continued to light one right after the other — chain-smoking always had been her go-to when under stress and out of Valium. She’d looked away from him a long time ago, ignored the quiet curses that left his lips while as spoke and silently prayed to whatever higher power there might’ve been that the eyes she felt burning into her weren’t filled with the anger she believed was there.
Finished, she let out a quiet sigh, her fingers nervously toying with the hem of her shirt as she shifted around on the couch. “So… I guess it’s safe to say we started out with a lie, ‘cause I definitely didn’t fall off a pool table and hit my face,” she said, her voice unusually quiet as she chanced a look at his face.
I don’t fucking like you around my little brother. You’re not good enough for him. No body is good enough for him. Sure as fuck not a member of the club.
