[ 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]

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. ]

[teenyoda]

Head bow.

[He thought about that.]

No, wait, don't do that. It'll look like something else.

[He moved to get up off Scott, holding a hand down to help him up.]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Good thing you stopped him, Stiles, Scott was close to headbutting your crotch.

He accepted Stiles' hand to stand up, then bowed for him, pulling a face when squelching noises came from moving in his pie pants. ] Ugh.

[teenyoda]

[Stiles couldn't help it; he lost it. As soon as he heard the noise, he started giggling, hand trying to cover his laugh, but nope. Too late.]

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Wow. Just... wow. ]

You're being really sympathetic right now. [ Feel the sarcasm, Stiles. Does it make you proud? ]

[teenyoda]

If you expect me to put a handful of pie down my pants in solidarity, that's not happening.

[It does. So proud, Scotty.]

[mccallmemaybe]

That's a great idea!

[ Scott looks at him expectantly. Come on Stiles, he hasn't got all day. If you're happy and you know it put pie down your pants for brotherhood. ]

[teenyoda]

[He looked at Scott blankly.]

I'm not putting pie down my pants, bro.

damn it I keep messing up tenses :c

[mccallmemaybe]

Why not? You put pie down mine. [ Scott crossed his arms like he was disappointed with him. ] It's only fair.

I'm just going along with it. No worries.

[teenyoda]

Aww, look at that. No pie left. Probably because someone crammed it all in my face and ears. Guess you're SOL, buddy.

[mccallmemaybe]

You're the one who's SOL...

...What's SOL mean? [ Oh Scott. ]

[teenyoda]

[Why was he friends with him? Seriously?]

Shit outta luck. Now, pie pants, are you going to help me clean up, or do I have to kick you out of here without offering you something to change into and make you walk home like that?

[mccallmemaybe]

Sure I'll help you clean up and have you give me something like a tablecloth to wear later. [ Scott rolls his eyes and he looks for a dishcloth to wipe up the pie mess. ]