traumahouse | [log] stiles&bob

Stiles held Bob's hand as the two of them walked up the side of the gravel road that ran through the woods. They turned onto the driveway his dad had mentioned, saying he'd been getting reports of a house that popped up overnight, complete with cars and bikes in the driveway. And one of those cars was a blue Jeep. He'd sent out that group text asking if anyone else wanted to come along, but decided to head out and check it without waiting for the others.

"It should be just up here," Stiles said, gesturing ahead of them as he tried to look past the trees where the driveway curved here and there, trying to spot the house, or the cars. Anything, really. "I know that this driveway didn't used to be here, at least. Me and Scott spent a lot of time in the woods before we... you know. Left."

One more curve and Stiles spotted a familiar shade of blue, the same blue as Roscoe. Then he also spotted some... purple? Then a brown farmhouse came into view.

"Holy shit," he started, eyes widening as he looked around, taking in the house and the Jeep and a couple of motorcycles and... a purple Mini Cooper? Okay, didn't know that one. But that wasn't the important thing. He gave Bob's hand a squeeze, their fingers linked together as he turned to smile at his friend. "Holy shit, Bob. This is my house. From before. When me and Scott were bouncing around everywhere."

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Encouraged by Bob's eagerness, Stiles let the kiss evolve into a full makeout session. Complete with one of his legs hooking around Bob's and pulling the other man flush against him. Stiles was just going to ignore the fact that Bob would be able to tell just how turned on he made him, and instead think about how awesome it felt to have Bob in his arms and pressed against him like that.

But eventually, Stiles broke the kiss. He hardly pulled back, though, and nipped at Bob's lower lip before pulling back just far enough to speak. Stiles was breathing hard as he asked, "Hey, we're like, not too old for me to call you my boyfriend if you're into that, are we?"

He chases that warm, giddy feeling that stirs in his chest, kissing him deeper. There’s no complaint from Bob when he pulls him closer, if anything it only encourages him to try to get impossibly closer. Fingers twist into the material of Stiles’ shirt as if to keep him in place.

He hums a soft noise as Stiles pulls away, stupid need to breathe ruining everything. “No, I don’t think so. I mean— I’m okay with it, if you are.”

Stiles let out a soft, happy laugh at Bob's answer as he let his nose rub gently against his friend's. Boyfriend's, really. "I'm definitely okay with it. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page."

At that point he pulled back far enough to actually be able to look at Bob, then reached up to brush the other man's hair back from his face a bit. "Good day for me, huh? Got my house back and a boyfriend almost all at once."

“Then… it’s settled.” And happily, too. He couldn’t believe how well things had been falling together for him since he arrived in this strange little town.

The smile that spreads across his face is a little lopsided. “I’m having a pretty great day, myself…” he says, trailing off a bit at the end so he can kiss Stiles again, something soft and sweet, but there’s still a hint of the fire underneath.

Stiles grinned into the kiss as he matched Bob. It had taken long enough, but he was finally having a run of good luck. Back in Beacon Hills after over a decade away, able to see his dad any time he wanted, got his house back, and now Bob was apparently crazy enough to want to be with him. Stiles thought Bob might want to raise his standards, but he definitely wouldn't be pointing that out.

Instead, he just wrapped his arm tightly around Bob's waist so he could hold him close as he continued to kiss him.

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