Disclaimer: See initial chapter.
Prompt: Doing Something Together (this can be anything from watching TV to having sex)
"What do you mean?" Stiles asks, frowning at the look that Scott's giving him - both eyebrows raised to his hairline, and his eyes open wide in incredulity. "Derek and I do things together. Lots of things. Things that have things. Things that -"
"Aren't sex?" Scott asks. "I mean, don't get me wrong or anything. I'm not saying have sex less, because, well...sex." Scott sighs and tugs an unruly hair into place, frowning when it springs back out of place.
"Or, well, maybe I am." Scott shrugs, and then scowls at his reflection, and slaps Stiles' hand away when he attempts to help with the wayward hair.
"I guess what I'm mostly saying is that you and Derek should do other things together. You know, things that can be done in public, and maybe with friends, you know, in a non-orgy way," Scott finishes with a sigh, blushing as he catches Stiles' eyes in the mirror for a brief second before looking away and fiddling, once more, with his hair.
"I think it's a lost cause, buddy," Stiles says, gesturing at the uncooperative hair so that Scott won't mistake his meaning, though, really, maybe the whole doing things with Derek that aren't sex, or that don't end up in sex, is a lost cause too, because, well...sex. And sex with his wolf is good. Damn good. And he's a teenager with all of those pesky hormones, and the libido of a teenager, and Derek's libido is nothing to sniff at either. It's pretty healthy and the sex is good, and...
"Bowling," Scott blurts out, voice cracking on the word, hand thumping on the dresser, making his mirror jiggle.
"Bowling?" Stiles tries to picture it. Derek in bowling shoes, graceful as ever, while Stiles slip-slides across the slick floor, and lands on his ass. He rubs at his tailbone in sympathy with what could very well be his future self if Scott's dreamy look is anything to go by.
Scott nods. "Yeah, bowling. We could form a team. Me, you, Lydia, Kaitlyn and Danny against Derek, Isaac, Peter, Jackson, and -"
"Another guy who could kick our bowling asses?" Stiles frowns, and shakes his head at the lineup that Scott's putting together in his head. "We'll be creamed, Scott."
"I think we could take them," Scott says, his voice filled with an almost childlike enthusiasm that Stiles hasn't heard from his best friend in a while. "It's not like any of us are bowling champions, Stiles. Ooh, maybe we could invite your dad and my mom."
"Well, bowling would be decidedly orgy-less," Stiles says, teasing and laughing at the look that Scott gives him when he turns around and launches himself at Stiles, tackling him and wrestling the way that they used to, before wolves and sex and the supernatural-embroiled mess that their lives have become.
Free Reader Tip #21: Sex is good, but, if you have friends and want to keep them, find something that you and your wolf can do, together, with your friends, that doesn't involve sex (unless you have friends who don't mind sexual orgies - just kidding). Hint: Bowling shoes are not sexy, even when worn by an otherwise sexy wolf who can pull off just about anything else (Mr. Rogers' sweater, accompanied by a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and chuck taylors...but I digress). Besides, bowling is good, clean fun, and sometimes that can be better than sex (heavy emphasis on the sometimes).