Teen Wolf RPF: Ridiculous (Dylan O'Brien x Tyler Hoechlin fluff)

[the_diggler]

Title: Ridiculous {from tumblr, also at AO3}
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hobrien
Genre: RPF, fluff, humor
Warnings: the topic of Tyler Hoechlin's objectification
Word Count: 613
Summary: Dylan hates it when Hoechlin gets asked to take his shirt off at conventions. Sure, he gets it. Tyler’s a good-looking guy to begin with, and when all those abs come out to play he’s really, really, ridiculously good-looking... All of a sudden the idea of Tyler being ogled by anyone, in any way, doesn’t sit well with Dylan at all.
A/N: thanks to my Supanova wingman for suggesting a much better alternative to the "take off your shirt" question.
Disclaimer: only the insanity is mine.



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Dylan hates it when Hoechlin gets asked to take his shirt off at conventions. It always makes him feel a little... uncomfortable?

Sure, he gets it. Tyler’s a good-looking guy to begin with, and when all those abs come out to play he’s really, really, ridiculously good-looking. But it’s not like the fans can’t just watch the show if that’s what they want to see. Watch it in slow motion, on repeat, pause it for as long as they goddamn want. There’s more than enough material there, Derek Hale gets his shirt off practically every other episode. When he’s running through the woods inexplicably half-naked, or working out unnecessarily, when he’s wounded and his clothes are ripped to shreds, or some woman is ripping his clothes off him...

All of a sudden the idea of Tyler being ogled by anyone, in any way, doesn’t sit well with Dylan at all.

He tries to ignore it, keep his head in the game for the rest of the convention, but it bugs him all day. Throws him off just enough that he’s not even surprised when Tyler shows up at his hotel room afterwards, his ridiculously good-looking face all soft with concern.

“Is everything okay?” Tyler asks when Dylan lets him in. “You seemed a bit off today.”

“Yeah… It’s just… It bugs me when people ask you to take off your shirt,” he blurts. “Yes, you’re friggin’ hot under there, but you’re more than that, you know? You’re also smart, and kind - you’re one of the most genuinely nice guys I know. I mean, you’re ridiculously easy to get along with, and you’ve got a great sense of humor, God I love your laugh--” Dylan cuts off abruptly, inhaling sharply as Tyler’s ridiculous eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

That wasn’t exactly what Dylan meant to say. ‘I love making you laugh,’ maybe.

Or maybe he’d said exactly what he meant.

Dylan looks away, a flush burning across his skin at the sudden realization. “What am I saying?” he huffs, trying to cover up the slip. “No wonder everyone wants more of you. You’re ridiculous.”

“Everyone?” Tyler echoes softly, stepping closer.

“Well, it’s not like anyone’s asking me to take off my shirt, and I’ve got a rockin’ bod,” Dylan shrugs, struggling to maintain his bravado.

“I know,” Tyler says, softer still, but with a heat that makes Dylan’s faltering gaze snap up again. And the way Tyler is looking at him now... it’s like he’s seeing right through the material of Dylan’s shirt, his usually gentle eyes eating him up the same way Tyler’s fans’ do when they’re asking him to undress. Dylan doesn’t even realize how close Tyler’s gotten, until he’s being pulled in, and Tyler’s lips are crashing against his own.

And it’s ridiculous how easy it is, the chemistry between them. Effortless, since day one. So Dylan doesn’t know how he didn’t see it coming. But it isn’t long at all before Tyler’s hands are traversing the same paths his eyes made earlier across Dylan’s skin, first over his shirt, then all up under it. And soon they’re both shirt-free, pressed up flush against each other, and sprawling across Dylan’s hotel bed.

“Look at that,” Dylan huffs breathlessly, eyes roaming over Tyler’s naked chest and taking the opportunity to appreciate the view. “And I didn’t even have to ask,” he says smugly.

Tyler laughs, full-bodied and loud, tossing his head back as that beautiful smile breaks across his face, and oh yeah, that’s why Dylan loves makes him laugh. It’s like seeing the goddamn sun shine.

“I’ve got a much better suggestion anyway,” Dylan grins. “Take off your pants.”

~ fin