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“I’ve always been smooth.” Okay, he’s bragging a little, as shown by the slight hip shake. He’s loving the way Scott looks now, so carefree. Honestly, Duran can’t see a single stress wrinkle on him right now, and he’s glad that he can help Scott loosen up. If anyone deserves that, it’s Scott.

“I have a pole in my garage,” he continues. “If you want to come to my house sometime, I can put on a private show for you.” He slides over to Scott and takes Scott’s hand in his before moving even closer. “Maybe we could do more than that, even.” He can’t help but flirt a little. Duran is in love with the alpha - his alpha - and if he can keep Scott smiling, even when they’re jamming on an air guitar in the middle of Scott’s room, he’s going to.

His smile only gains strength at the comment, “Oh is that right?” he asks lifting his brows. “I think I’d like to see more of this smooth Duran.” He says edging a bit closer to the other, pausing to whip his hair back and forth, sort of in tune to the music.

But in a moment or two he has an awful hard time focusing on dancing, and as Duran continues talking his dancing fades into slightly bobbing to the music. His heart rate piques, his breathing coming in heavier. “A private show?” he echoes voice sounding slightly rougher than it had a minute ago, his hand goes easily when Duran takes his. He moves closer, his free hand settling on Duran’s hips, “I don’t know what I did to get so lucky.” shifting down lips grazing the other boy’s jaw. “That sounds so.. hot” the word sounds languised, almost like a whine. Because he doesn’t get to see Duran on the pole now.

His lips have descended down to Duran’s throat now, leaving a trail of hot kisses down his neck, pausing to speak. “So tell me about more”

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sometimesbatman:

Stiles couldn’t agree more with the concept of making up for lost time. Now that he remembered - it was like a mesh of two lives were suddenly whiplashed into one. And the five years without Scott suddenly did nothing but h u r t to think about. Even if, theoretically, they had been good. Better than good, actually. His band kicked off quicker than any of them could blink – and their bar hit it off just as quickly. One would almost say that they had it made, but a life was not complete without SCOTT MCCALL in it. His breathing stutters - albeit - when Scott’s hand caresses his cheek and wanders the map of his jawline, finding it hard to even BREATHE for a moment as honeydew irises draw up to meet those brown eyes that he hated himself for forgetting. And, he really shouldn’t be so happy that Scott wasn’t going back to Beacon Hills – sure, Stiles planned himself on visiting. He ACHED inside and out to see his father again, as well as the rest of the pack. But, because of hex and the two colliding lifetimes, he had built a life HERE that he wasn’t too keen on leaving. “ – so, you’re going to stay? “ he asked, his voice hopeful and meek at the same time. Meek not something he did well, or easily, anymore.

It made sense that Stiles couldn’t just up and leave this life he’d created for himself. And Scott could never ask him to. He deserved every ounce of happiness he’s gotten for himself. But there was no way Scott was leaving after just getting Stiles back in his life.

Hearing the soft shaking break from the other boy and it pleases him in such a way he never felt possible. He felt a warmth settling in his chest And when he hears the soft vulnerable tone to that question he can’t help it, he leans in and presses a soft chaste kiss to his lips. “Of course, I’m staying. You think you’re getting rid of me that easy?” he asks teasingly, but his voice is gentle the next moment. “It.. hurt to be away from you. I can’t explain it. And I-I know we’d talk and it wouldn’t be like that again but I want to be here with you.” he’s quiet a moment, fingers moving to brush hair from Stiles’ face. “I just hope I.. fit in here, in your new life.”

This time Scott is the one looking meek

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Sorry i’ve been away a bit, been on a few other accounts and going between not feeling well. (also i’m hopelessly behind on teen wolf)

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Once again I’m sorry i’ve been lax on being here. I want to write and I want to roleplay. If i’m being honest the holidays which are now... almost a month ago, and some other stuff that’s been going on took a toll on my mental health. And i’ve just been... focusing on that. Or my actual health and I feel like i have very little time to actually do anything. So, again, i’m sorry. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things but things are still a little weird.

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Okay at some point in the next few days i’m going to binge the hell out of teen wolf and play catch up damn i fell WAY behind.

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He grinned in return ;; the “new” Stiles hated tourist traps – he was around them all the time. He performed in them. But, the old Stiles – the one who grew up in Beacon Hills alongside a young Scott McCall, he loved them. The loved the magic and the allure of them. He could wrap himself in them and milk the memories every day of his life. “I would love to see them,” he reiterated. His head, however, tips slightly when Scott begins to speak again – his eyes turning softer as a low breath escaped him – idly tonguing at his lip ring as he let out a low breath when Scott told him he was proud of him. “I know you don’t need it,” he assured him, “That’s not why I’m offering it. The past five years – now that I remember, there’s this big gaping hole that I can’t even begin to explain. And now that you’re here, I want to fill it with new memories. To make up for all the lost time.” Stiles was quiet for a long moment, as if contemplating something as he fumbled with a small bracelet he wore. “Tell you what – I’ll take a vacation leave. Konstance has been trying to get me to take one for years. And, after what happened at the show – now that they know and understand who you are to me – they’ll more than understand. Konstance and Jude are more than able to run the shop alone. I’ll take a few months off, and we can travel together.” There was a pause – “ … unless… – shit, I didn’t even think – Beacon Hills? Are you – Are you going back?”

He watches the other boy eyes gentle, catching the soft sound from him. Only momentarily getting distracted by the tongue at his lip ring.. “I get it, I do. I mean I don’t even have a gaping hole in my memory, i just want to make up for the time.” he agrees.

Scott can’t really help the way his entire face lights up at the prospect of just wandering around the country with Stiles for a few months, traveling. He was pretty sure Stiles still had an actual road trip planned. “Really?” He asks a smile gliding along his face, however it falters at the sudden question.

It’s a fair one. Scott’s talked briefly about what he wants to do but not where he wants to do it. There’s a huff of air through his nose and up until this point he’s been keeping a semi-respectful distance. There was no awkwardness or weirdness but he wasn’t sure if he should give this that is them some time.

But that’s out the window in a flash and he’s lifting a hand to cup his cheek, just above the juncture of his jaw. “Dude, I didn’t do all this... come all this way... just to go back. I was always going to go college somewhere. It really doesn’t matter where.” And Stiles very well knew that the majority of schools that they had applied to-- Because of course Scott and Stiles (before everything happened) applied to the same schools-- out of state schools. “And Beacon Hills is okay now...it’s better. I mean my mom is there but... as far as long term... no. I’m not going back”

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“I think you’d totally rock the sweats look,” Duran says, looking Scott up and down. He makes no secret of the fact that he’s clearly checking the alpha out, as noted by the raise of a single eyebrow and the way one corner of his lips curls upward in a half smirk. “You make anything look good though. It must be your charm.”

He’s completely serious about this, too. Duran isn’t normally so flirtacious, but he’s in a very good mood right now. The music is loud enough and just catchy enough that Duran can’t see any reason to resist the lure of celebrating, especially when Scott is so keen on jumping around so excitedly. It’s rare when he sees the alpha so carefree, and Duran just wants to dance and feel good and make Scott feel good too.

Duran nudges Scott in return before going back to the air guitar. “I wish there was a pole in here,” he comments in between head bangs. “I could teach you a few things. Show you how to really dance.”

He kind of forgot he could feel like this. That his heart could thump wildly in his chest. That he could feel this light, not as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. A similarly sly smile is gliding along his lips, as brows shoot up. “Duran, when did you get so smooth. Think I would have noticed.” He cocks his head to one side examining him as if he’ll be able to spot the sudden appearance of being suave.

And now he suddenly wishes that he had a pole in his bedroom. That would be an interesting conversation.

He shakes his head at a kind of loss. “Dude, i kind of have zero rhythm. You’re welcome to show me as much as you want but teaching me... probably not.”

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“I’d like to see the pictures sometime -” he told him with a small, warm smile. “And then, maybe, actually go out and see them. I.. – I help run a bar, with Konstance and her brother, Jude. With that, and the band, I have a decent amount of money to live comfortably and have a little spending money. I don’t spend too much on myself – but, I could –” he cleared his throat a little, “I wouldn’t mind spending it on us.” The corner of his lips twitched upwards again as Scott moved closer, chuckling lightly, “A few.”

Taking pictures had unintentionally become a pet project, a kind of wish you were here, or Stiles look at this! He’d have to put them all together in a facebook album eventually. “Definitely.” He says, eyes practically lighting up at the prospect “There were so many weird tourist traps you would love.” He said seemingly unable to contain his grin.

It does however soften as Stiles finally manages to tell him what else he does. “Stiles, that’s...amazing, I’m so proud of you.” He breathes out softly edging in a bit closer “I-- That’s...that means...” and somehow he doesn’t know what to say to that. He shakes his head somewhat bashfully “As long as you know that--dude I don’t need that. you, me some crazy, stupid adventures. Going to school in between those. Some more you. That’s pretty much my plan. But, If you want to, travel... anything. I’m there.”

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Hey everybody! The holidays have been jam packed and honestly taxing and stressful. While fun, just a lot to deal with. Along with health stuff. I'm hoping to be up to replies today though and actually be able to get online Thank you as always for your patience and I hope everyone had a good holiday and a happy new year

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Stiles walked up the stairs like he owned the place. He pretty much did live here. He had been coming in and out of the McCall household on his own terms since he could figure it out. Walking into Scott’s room he started laughing as he saw him dancing around the room. “What are you doing?”

It’s not hard to tell that it’s Stiles clomping up the stairs, maybe just his familiar scent, or just who else would be here? It was either his mom or Stiles and she was at work. He grins, giving a shrug. “In the Christmas spirit, and maybe blowing off some steam. Having some fun.”

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Melissa’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which made it pretty obvious that Stiles could walk in as usual without mama McCall giving him a skeptical glance for his presence, because - lets face it - they were always up to something when Stiles made a house call. But the bass was thumping throughout the house, Stiles hurrying up the stairs to Scott’s room, only to find his best friend jamming out.

“Holy crap, Scotty” He barely contained the laughter that bubbled to the surface, holding his middle as he got it all out of his system, “Man, if I woulda known i’d be seeing a sick shredding session courtesy of your friendly neighborhood werewolf, I would have come sooner”

He hears the sound of footfalls just a moment after Stiles has already seen his spectacle of a jam session. But it’s hard to be embarrassed in front of Stiles They’ve been together since they were little, there’s very little he’d actually be embarrassed to do in front of Stiles. He spins around, a grin slinking over his lips. He stops to turn the volume down, just enough so they could talk without yelling over the speakers.

“Dude, that’s my bad. I should have called, we could have had a-- well almost a band.” he says, there’s something that feels like such a victory when Stiles can just laugh and let go and just relax. “What am I saying, we still can.” his brows raise pointedly before he starts shaking his hips, before his shoulders start moving.

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