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I don’t know why I wrote this but I did.The shrill ring of his cell phone on his nightstand made Stiles lift his head off his pillow and peer over at the screen. He scrubbed a hand over his face and shook his head, hoping to clear his blurry vision.
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by hale-of-stiles-heart

I don’t know why I wrote this but I did.The shrill ring of his cell phone on his nightstand made Stiles lift his head off his pillow and peer over at the screen.

He scrubbed a hand over his face and shook his head, hoping to clear his blurry vision.

For the past few hours, he had been lying in bed watching Netflix, binge watching Luke Cage as heavy rain beat against his bedroom windows.

A storm had rolled into town early that morning, bringing incessant rain and rumbling thunder, lightning striking the sky every few minutes.

The rain had only just begun to lighten up but it was too late for him to bother rolling out of bed.

He had everything he needed right there: Netflix, a bowl of nonfat popcorn, and a bag of mini Reese’s cups.The only thing he was missing was his boyfriend.

Fortunately, the name and number that was flashing on his phone screen belonged to said boyfriend.

Letting out a happy little coo at that fact, Stiles reached over to grab his phone, disconnecting it from its charging cable.

Flopping back down in bed, Stiles swiped his thumb over the screen to accept the call, bringing the phone up to his ear to answer, “Hello?

”“Hey,” Derek breathed, sounding adorably flustered, maybe a little bit nervous. Stiles smiled to himself at the sound of Derek’s voice over the line, relaxing back into his mattress.

“Hey, babe,” Stiles replied, his smile widening as he uttered the words.

Pulling his blanket tighter around himself, he wondered aloud, “What’s up?”“Uh, nothing really, I was just wondering…” Derek began, trailing off before he build finish his thought.

He took a moment to clear his throat before finishing, “I was just wondering if you were lonely?”Stiles smirked to himself when he realized just where Derek was going with his question.

Shifting around to get more comfortable, Stiles countered, “Are you hoping I’ll say yes, Der? Hoping I’ll say I’m lonely and cold from the storm so you can come over and cuddle and warm me up?

Keep me company?”“I…” Derek trailed off again. This time, however, he just cursed, “Fuck. I’m sorry. That’s a horrible thing to want your boyfriend to say. I’m an asshole.

”“Hey, hey, hey,” Stiles chastised softly, hating the guilt so audible in Derek’s voice.

Running his hand over his comforter, tracing the plaid pattern with his palm, he explained, “It’s not horrible. Especially since I am lonely. And cold. And I miss you.

”“Really? You are? You do?” Derek asked in a rush of breath, suddenly sounding like an eager puppy.

“Yeah,” Stiles answered with a wide grin, glad to hear his boyfriend’s voice devoid of any misplaced guilt. Absentmindedly wiggling his toes, Stiles announced, “So you should probably come over.

Like, maybe right now.”Stiles heard a clatter over the line and a few muttered curses, patiently waiting for Derek’s response.

It was better than he ever could have hoped for, Derek admitting, “I’m already on my way.”

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