triskehale | voicemail post

Hang up and text me.

I'm a growing boy, Hale. Leave some fries for me or else.

I got work at 5.

Your threats are meaningless, Stilinski.

Oh, don't frown. We live together, you see me plenty.

Never enough.

God, that last text was disgusting. Who says shit like that?

Apparently you, big guy. :) I won't tell.

Slip of the tongue. Won't happen again.

[attachment: a photo of derek stuffing curly fries into his mouth]

YEAH, put it in your mouth.

God, this would get you hot. Weirdo.

[attachment: derek tipping his head back and holding a curly fry dipped in ranch above his mouth, some sauce dripped on his bottom lip]

I was kidding! And you're making fry porn.

I know. I didn't actually think the sight of me stuffing my face would get your pants tight.

But I am leaving you for this second plate of curly fries, sorry.

IT DIDN'T. And leave some for me! Or order some for me to take to go.

Not that I in any way doubt my ability to make your pants tight at any given moment.

And I don't know. Do you deserve fries, Stiles? Have you been a good boy?

I am going to kick your ass.

Aw, but last night you were so intent on kissing my ass.