“We’re taking it there,” Jeff says in a rush,
words tumbling over each other in his haste to get them out. “Next season.
Right now it’s a loose sketch at best, you know, but it’s looking like things
will kick off at the end of 5A” There’s a pause followed by a swallow, then a
breath. Tyler could kill Jeff right now. Maybe even with his
bare hands. “Between Derek and Stiles.”
Doesn’t matter that Dylan does it with his
mouth, his eyes, the way he uses his body as an instrument. It might as well be
a split-finger fastball from the bottom of the ninth for the difference it
apparently makes. The tiny inflection of an eyebrow, curl of a lip, or guttural
tinge to a sarcastic barb and Tyler’s both jealous and turned on at the same time.
AU. It’s different every
time,“ Posey answers. "The point is Dylan makes a gross combination
of stuff that you have to like, force yourself to eat, but then when you do
it’s fucking delicious. Like magic.