“Hey! I was gonna eat that!” Scott/Stiles, Teen Wolf
When they get home from school, they fight over the Doritos and tackle each other onto the couch, pretending not to notice or care that they both take just a little too long to untangle themselves.
They sit a little closer than they should, and Scott can feel the proximity of Stiles to him like a shiver across his skin; Stiles reaches forward for the controllers and Scott gets just a glimpse of his back above his jeans, the top of his underwear only just poking out (because “Stilinski men do not show their underwear in public, Scott, I have been reminded of this many, many times”) and the faint dusting of hair that kisses its way up Stiles’ spine. Scott wants to touch there, press fingertips slowly upwards, just memorizing the shape of him, feeling soft fuzz brush against his chin as he’d nuzzle there.
He blinks at an elbow to the ribs as Stiles sits back and says, “Start this up,” tossing him a controller, and “better hurry or I’m gonna eat the last of the cake Liam made.”
“Hey! I was gonna eat that!” Scott really does not understand how he got tangled in the controllers, he was distracted for like four seconds and–-
Stiles laughs as he tanks onto the living room carpet when he tries to stand up. “Jesus, Scott, we’ve got him on the hook like a frosh pledge, I’m sure he’ll make you another one.”
Scott hurriedly frees himself and chases after Stiles. If his hands go to places that aren’t entirely green-light-bro-zone when he wrestles to keep Stiles away from the fridge.. well he’s not subtle, and no one’s complaining. So he figures it’s cool.