[ closed for bros ] it's pie love between two guys

[mccallmemaybe]

Who: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski
What: bros sharing pie
When: Day 290
Where: Odin, Room 101
Rating: probably PG-13 for language

[ Stiles had committed one of the most shameful offences as a best friend.

He'd been given pie and hadn't mentioned or shared it with Scott. Scott had to find out from someone else. Oh the audacity of it all. Scott didn't think he could ever forgive Stiles for that...

Until Stiles invited him over for pie, which meant Stiles was totally forgiven. He also had a present for Stiles since he seemed a little down in the dumps lately.

They had a secret knock they'd come up with years ago so Scott performed it against the door. ]

Comments

[mccallmemaybe]

Then tell me what you're thinking about. [ Knowing how Stiles' mind works, Scott's totally going to regret asking this. ]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles looked over at Scott, trying to not see the blatant attempt to puppy eye the information out of hi-- oh, hell. He sighed, ducking his head and breaking off another piece of pie.]

I worry about him. This whole thing has me wondering if I'm still there or just here or whatever, because you were definitely with me after Lydia's party and I just...

I can't leave him, Scott. I can't lose him. It feels like this place is making me pick you or him, stay here or go, and I... I can't lose either of you. You guys are all I have left. What if I'm not there and all the bad stuff is and he just walks right into it because no one's told him not to? I can't keep him safe here, Scott.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott was expecting Stiles to make something up or say something randomly weird. Instead he got the truth from Stiles which made him forget about his pie and place his hand on his best friend's shoulder. ]

You're not losing either of us. [ He squeezes Stiles' shoulder. ] Your dad's okay. I don't know how this place works but he'll be safe until you get back, the same goes for my mom. Don't torture yourself by thinking the worst. Please. [ Because if Stiles sticks to bad thoughts like that, Scott will start thinking the same way. ]

[teenyoda]

[It was easy for Stiles' mind to sink into the bad thoughts. He'd seen enough bad things happen and it just seemed like it was always the worst case scenario with him. So picturing his dad having something happen was just easy for him, even though it made him sick to think about it.

He looked up at Scott, seeing that look of concern and patting the hand on his shoulder.]

Sometimes I think I wouldn't have gotten this far if you weren't ridiculously optimistic.

Thanks, man.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ In one split second Scott was back to grinning again. ] It's why you love me, right?

[ Because he always has hope that things are okay or will be okay, and the day he loses that hope will be a very sad day indeed. ]

[teenyoda]

[Never lose hope, Scott. He was Stiles' happy place and the day Scott broke would be the day Stiles did.]

I do. In fact, I love you so much, I'm going to eat your pie for you. Because pie is terrible for arteries or something and I'm saving you from carbs.

[He made as if to pull Scott's pie away, grinning.]

[mccallmemaybe]

What? No! You already had a slice before I got here! [ Don't think Scott didn't see a portion of the pie was missing when he first got it out of the fridge. He moves his plate of pie out of Stiles' reach. ]

[teenyoda]

Who says it was me? Maybe I gave it to Lydia. [Who's he kidding. If he'd given it to Lydia, he would have wound up giving her the whole pie.

But just because of the look on Scott's face, he grabbed for the plate, trying to tug it away.]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ There was only one thing Scott could do right now.

And that was suddenly let go of the plate and watch the pie fling off into Stiles' face. ]

Oops.

[teenyoda]

[There was the sound of the pie hitting Stiles' face, followed by the sound of Stiles blowing cherries and pastry out of his nose. He looked over at Scott, cherry dripping off his face and the face of the wolf hat on top of his head. Then his eyes narrowed.]

Oops, huh?

[He used his hand to pick up his half-eaten pie, moving to smoosh it right into Scott's big dumb grinning puppy butt-face face.]

Oops...

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott gawked at his best friend for not even making it look like an accident. He literally just pushed pie into his face, and with Scott no longer having werewolf speed, he wasn't quick enough to move away in time.

He grabbed two handfuls of the rest of the untouched pie that was so not going to be eaten, and squished both hands full of pie against Stiles' ears. Have fun getting cherry out of there, Stiles. ]

[teenyoda]

[You. Son. Of. A. Bitch.

Stiles had pie smeared all over his face, dripping down the sides of his head and making everything sound muffled. He grabbed the remains of the mangled pie in both hands, one going to the top of Scott's head to really rub it into his hair, the other trying to cram the other handful down Scott's pants. Consider it a treat for Allison. Isn't he the bestest bestie?]

[mccallmemaybe]

What are you- dude, no! Stiles! [ Pie in his hair was fine, but down his pants? No way José! ] I have to walk home in these pants! Stop!

[teenyoda]

I have to live in this room.

[Too bad, Scott. Your crotch was getting cherrified.]

[mccallmemaybe]

I'm making it smell like cherries! [ Scott laughed as he tried to throw a piece of pie at Stiles and it hit the wall instead with a splat. ]

Enough already! It feels really gross down there.

[teenyoda]

You're helping me clean this up.

[One last smooshed handful was deposited before his next one went for Scott's nose. Crotch cherries.]

Aww, what's the matter, Scott. Can't finish what you start?

[mccallmemaybe]

Stiles, most of the mess is in my pants. I totally feel violated right now...

Finish this. [ And Scott kicked Stiles off the bed. ]

[teenyoda]

Need a dia-- whoa!

[He fell off the bed, landing on his butt and glaring up at Scott.]

Oh, it's on.

[Have a flying tackle-Stiles.]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ With Stiles fly-tackling him, Scott falls off the other side of the bed.

Let the wrestling commence... except it was so much easier to beat Stiles as a werewolf. Now they were level on the playing field. ]

[teenyoda]

[He'd almost forgotten what it was like not to just automatically be the weaker party. Hey, guess what, Scott? You're getting tickled as well as attacked. Suck on it.]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott's not sucking on anything, you hornball.

But he will giggle helplessly on the floor. ] Sti--hahahaha--Stiles!

[teenyoda]

[No accusing him of being a hornball until he starts humping your leg, Scott.

Stiles isn't listening to you, Scott. He's busy tickling you and your pie pants.] Victory is mine!

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott's pie pants are getting worse from him wiggling around from all the tickling. ] Fine! Victory's yours! You win! Please--hahahaha--stop!

[teenyoda]

[Stiles laughed, sitting on top of Scott and bouncing once in victory.]

That's what I thought. Bow to your master, pie pants.

[mccallmemaybe]

How am I supposed to bow when you're sitting on me? [ Scott wheezed from underneath him. ]