hide and seek | daltonverse
the stuart trio
derek comes to home to find julian and logan playing a childhood game - with a surprising twist.
Disclaimer: Derek, Julian and Logan are all property of the lovely Ms. CP Coulter for her fanfiction Dalton. I don’t own them.
A/N: This is my poor attempt at humor. Because I completely have none.
“Jules? Lo?” Derek’s voice echoed out as he tossed his keys in the little glass bowl next to the door. He shut the door behind him and waited for a moment or two before making his trek up the stairs. “Hey, where are you guys?”
He paused for a moment as he reached the top when he heard a laugh. Julian. Then there was the sound of bare feet - two pairs - hitting the floor and a door being shut.
“Come out, come out wherever you are!”
No. They’re not.
He walked faster, following the sound of Logan’s teasing voice. He rounded the corner, fully intending on never letting his two best friends off the hook. Because seriously, this was just plain—
“LOGAN! OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL DUDE!”
Logan jumped and turned around, fully facing Derek. Naked as the day he was born.
“DEREK! WHAT THE FUCK!”
A sound of a door opening and a little, dark head peeked out from the opposite room. His brown eyes widened as he took in his Derek’s expression before a grin curled on his lips. “Oh! Hi Derek!”
“WHY ARE YOU NAKED?! PUT SOMETHING ON FOR GOD’S SAKE!”
“But that would be counterproductive to what we’re going to do when he finds me!” Julian whined as Logan at least had the semblance to place his hands over his…bits. “Speaking of which, you found me!”
Derek’s eyes widened as Julian stretched an arm out an dropped his - unmistakably - black boxer briefs on the floor, right next to Logan. “Oh dear god. I seriously didn’t need to see this.”
“STRIP HIDE AND SEEK!” Julian announced as he opened the door a fraction of an inch wider. “Now come and get me, lover boy.”
Logan only shrugged up at Derek as he ran inside the room, snatching Julian’s underwear from the floor on his way, and shut the door with a slam as the mistakable sound of laughter and - oh god - moans rang out in the corridor, loud enough for Derek to think that it was all deliberate.
Derek scrunched his nose in distaste, fighting down the urge to smile as he made his way to his room. As he took in the rumpled state of his sheets, all urges to smile immediately disappeared as he marched out to the corridor and pounded on the door.
“YOU HAD SEX ON MY FUCKING BED?!”