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Heartbeats: A Portrait of Two Enraptured Souls ~or~ PHONESEX!

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Notes:
(D) Distort indicates a character who is speaking via a mechanical device like a telephone or radio.
(LOW) Indicates that the actor should speak quietly, almost in a whisper.
(CLOSE) Indicates that the actor should be in close proximity to their individual microphone giving an intimate feel to the dialogue
(OFF) Indicates that the actor should speak away from the microphone. The audio equivalent of "off-screen".


            SCENE 1

                        PHONE BEING TAKEN OUT OF A  POCKET 
                        QUIET CLICK OF A NOKIA 925 UNLOCKING 
                        (BEAT) SOUND OF PHONE RINGING ON THE LINE BECOMING THE
                        LOUDER SOUND OF A PHONE RINGING     

DEREK:    Hey, I didn't expect you to call. 

STILES:   (D) Oh, shit! You're not busy, right? I can call back--

DEREK:     No, no! It's fine, I wanted to talk to you, I just thought you'd still be helping Scott with 
           the move.

STILES:   (D) I was, I just got back in

                        RUSTLING SHEETS AND QUIET SOUND OF BED SPRINGS AS STILES FALLS BACK ONTO HIS BED

           (NORMAL) and I am never helping someone move again. Humans should totally be exempt from all 
           moving duties. I should've been responsible for snacks, I'm an excellent snack provider. 

                        DEREK CHUCKLES, LOW AND SOFT

           What about you? How was your day? How many hot moms tried to slip you their number, or asked 
           you to sign their--

DEREK:    (VAGUELY SCANDALIZED) Stiles. That was only the once!

                        STILES LAUGHS, CAREFREE AND LIGHT

STILES:   And I'm never letting you forget. I'm still bummed out I didn't get to see your face 
            when she started unbuttoning her--

                        DEREK SIGHS, RESIGNED

DEREK:     Please don't make me relive it. 

STILES:   Fine, fine. (BEAT) So... where's Erica? 

                        DOWN THE LINE THE SOUND OF RUSTLING/CRACKLING 

DEREK:    She's out at a bar.

STILES:   Yeah? Why aren't you with her? This is supposed to be fun for you as well, y'know. Not 
           just work work work. (BEAT) Derek?

DEREK:    (CLOSE) Because I wanted to come back and talk to you. 

STILES:   (CLOSE) I missed you too.

DEREK:    (CLOSE) Yeah. 

STILES:   (BEAT) (CLOSE) You'll be home soon.

DEREK:    (CLOSE) Not soon enough.

                        DEREK'S QUIET BREATHING ON THE LINE

STILES:   (MISCHIEVOUSLY) Sooooo... what're you wearing? 

DEREK:    Stiles...

STILES:   I miss you, okay? And it's been, like, weeks, and it's going to be forever before you're 
          back, because everyone loves your book and they keep extending the tour. I can only 
          jerk off with my face buried in your pillow so many times before it doesn't smell like 
          you anymore. (BEAT) Wow I sound pathetic. (LOW) Way to be a turn off, Stiles.

DEREK:    (RUSHED, EMBARRASSED) I made Scott send me one of your shirts. 

STILES:   (BEAT) What?

DEREK:    The one I took didn't smell like you anymore so I--

                        STILES LAUGHS

STILES:   (LOW) Oh my god, we're hopeless.  

DEREK:    (CLOSE) Yeah. 

                    CREAK OF DEREK'S BED SPRINGS, DIFFERENT THAN STILES' BED 
                    SPRINGS - CREAKIER, LIKE A CHEAP OLD MATTRESS, KINDA LOUD

           Shirt and jeans. 

STILES:    (BEAT) What?

DEREK:    That's what I'm wearing. 

                        VERY QUIET SOUND OF STILES LICKING HIS LIPS, BARELY ABLE TO BE HEARD

STILES:   You got a tie on?

DEREK:    No, Erica has me going for the 'smart casual look'.

STILES:   Sounds sophisticated. She should have you wearing a tie, I bet it'd be sexy. (BEAT) Is the 
          shirt buttoned up?

DEREK:    I was in the middle of getting changed when you called. 

STILES:   So that's a 'no' then. You should take it off, y'know, you want to be comfortable as we talk. 

DEREK:    You think you're being subtle.

                        RUSTLE OF DEREK'S SHIRT, SWISH OF IT BEING PULLED OFF

STILES:   But you love it anyway.

DEREK:    (FONDLY) Yeah. 

                        SLIGHT CREAKING OF SPRINGS AS DEREK SHIFTS ON BED

          What're you wearing?    

STILES:   Boxers. 

DEREK:    And...?

STILES:   Socks?

DEREK:    It's only like eight pm. 

STILES:   Yeah, but I've worked all day, and all I want is a bit of fun with my boyfriend, followed by 
          bed. 

                        BARELY AUDIBLE, STILES SLIPS HIS HAND INTO HIS BOXERS. MATERIAL, GENTLE RUB OF FINGERS BEING 
                        PUSHING PAST HAIR AS THE HAND SLIDES UNDER THE MATERIAL

                        DEREK'S SHARP BUT SOFT INTAKE OF BREATH

DEREK:     Stiles, are you...

STILES:   Do you know what I'd do if you were here right now? 

                        CREAK OF DEREK'S BED SPRINGS

DEREK:    (CLOSE) No, what?

STILES:   Oh shit we're actually doing this, aren't we?

                        DEREK'S BREATHY EXHALE

DEREK:    Yeah, I think so. I think we'd be in the bed.

STILES:   Mhm, it is the warmest, snuggest place in this house. 

DEREK:    Yeah, and it smells like us. So what're we doing? 

STILES:   I'm on top of you. 

                        DEREK'S WHUFF OF LAUGHTER

DEREK:     You seem pretty sure about that.

STILES:   You bet I am. Once you're home I'm going to keep you in bed for at least a week.

DEREK:    Mm, I like the sound of this. 

                        STILES' BREATHY LAUGH

STILES:   Me too. I'd be straddling you, y'know, so you can't ever leave. You'd still be wearing 
          those stupid jeans, but I'd be kind, I'd unbutton them for you, because it'd be too 
          tight in there for your dick. 

                        DEREK STOP HIMSELF MAKING A HIGH-PITCHED NOISE A SECOND TOO LATE

          Oh, did you like that? Are you hard?

DEREK:    (A LITTLE BREATHLESS) I, uh, yeah. 

                        CREAK OF DEREK'S BED SPRINGS

STILES:   Then maybe you should undo your jeans? 

DEREK:    Yeah, uh, yeah, okay, just let me--

                        CRACKLING PHONE NOISE, AND THEN THE SOUND OF A ZIP BEING UNDONE

STILES:   That better?

DEREK:    Yeah.

STILES:    I love your dick, y'know. I once got drunk and spent an hour professing my love of it to 
           Scott, or so he says. You should touch your dick, 'cause I can't. I bet it's tenting out 
           your briefs something wicked. I'd stroke it through them, the hard line of it, shit, I 
           might even lean down, rub my cheek against it. 

                        STILES' CLOSE, HEAVY BREATHING ON THE LINE

           You should touch yourself, just, think about it, if I were there I'd be a heavy weight on 
           your legs, holding you down while I rubbed you through your underwear. You'd be giving me 
           that look, the one where it's like you can't decide if you want me to stop, or give you 
           more, or, yeah... Bet you've got it now. 
            
DEREK:    Shit, Stiles, you're--

STILES:   Yeah? I'm what?

DEREK:    Really fucking good at this. (BEAT) (LOW) Why am I even surprised?

STILES:   Hey, I just happen to have a really vivid imagination where you and sex are concerned.  

DEREK:    Mmm. So, are you hard?

                        STILES LAUGHS

STILES:   I've been at half-chub since I picked up the phone.

DEREK:    You better not only be half hard when I'm already leaking over my underwear.

                        STILES' SOFT, BUT SUDDEN INTAKE OF BREATH

STILES:   If I wasn't that would have done it, shit, Derek, you can't just say things like that. 

DEREK:    Stiles, you do realize what we're-- 

STILES:   Oh shut up, yes, fine, just, you keep that up and I'm gonna come, and you know how 
          useless I am after an orgasm. How're you gonna get off then?

DEREK:     It's been five weeks, Stiles. I'm pretty sure I could get off to the sound of you breathing 
          down the line. 

STILES:   That shouldn't be as hot as it is. 

                        VERY, VERY QUIET CREAK OF STILES' BED SPRINGS, DISTANT SOUND OF DEREK'S HAND 
                        SLIDING AGAINST JEAN MATERIAL, CLINK OF A BELT BUCKLE

DEREK:    Are you touching yourself?

STILES:   Yeah. Couldn't be bothered to reach the lube, though, so it's kinda dry. 

DEREK:    Mm, but the lube makes it so much better. I love jacking you off, feeling your dick jump in 
          my hand, licking the drops of precome off as they come. 

                        STILES' SOFT GROAN

STILES:   Fuck.

DEREK:    Yeah, I love your balls, too, I love the feel of them in my hand, I love the fucking noise you 
          make when I press my thumb just against--

                        STILES GROANS, LOUD ON THE PHONE

          Shit, yeah, that's the noise, you knew exactly what I was gonna do, huh? 

STILES:   Fuck, Derek, you're so good at this. Why didn't we do this before? Fuck. 

DEREK:    Don't sound so surprised. 

STILES:   I wanna blow you. 

DEREK:    (APOLOGETIC) Stiles... You can't. 

STILES:   I know. I just-- 
            
                        STILES GASPS SLIGHTLY
                        
			STILES' HAND SPEEDS UP, THE QUIET SOUND OF RUSTLING FABRIC FORMS STARTS BEATING OUT A 
                        PATTERN, DEREK'S BELT BUCKLE CLINKS

          If you were here I'd have your cock out and in my mouth. I love the weight of it on my tongue, I 
          love the bitter taste of your precome, lets me know you're enjoying what I'm doing. 

                        BOTH - HEAVY BREATHING ON THE LINE

          I want to fuck you, when you get back I think it's the first thing I want to do, after I blow you. 

DEREK:    Shit, Stiles. You can fuck me, you can always fuck me. 

                        DEREK'S BREATH AND BELT BUCKLE ARE CLINKING IN RHYTHM NOW

STILES:   That's good, 'cause I want to do it face to face, I want to see you as I push in, I want to 
          be close enough that I can eat up every sound you make for me. 

DEREK:    (NEEDY) Stiles

STILES:   You're right
    
                        DEREK'S SHARP BREATH, LOW GROAN, DEREK'S BELT BUCKLE IS CLINKING AND THIN MATERIAL OF 
			STILES' BOXERS THWAPING, BOTH OF THEM GETTING FASTER. DEREK IS GOING FASTER THAN STILES

          you should ride me. I love watching your dick slap against your stomach as you fuck yourself on my 
          dick. I wanna be propped up against the headboard, so we can be chest to chest. So we can

                        STILES' GASP, MOAN

        fuck, fuck, so we can fuck.

                        STILES' GIDDY LAUGH, HIGH ON LIFE

        Are you close?

                        DEREK'S BREATH HITCHING

DEREK:     Yeah, don't stop. 

STILES:   I won't. I won't, fuck, I won't stop. When you're home I'm not gonna stop for a week. I'm 
          gonna fuck you, fall asleep, and wake up and do it all over again. I'm not letting you leave bed for a week. 

                        DEREK'S BELT CLINKING IS GOING REALLY FUCKING FAST
                        HIS BREATH IS HITCHING, WE HEAR WETTING LIPS, ONCE, TWICE

DEREK:    Stiles

STILES:   Yeah, yeah I got you. I'd fuck you until you were crying my name, until you could barely say it. I'd fuck 
          you until you couldn't do anything but cling onto me, and take it. You'd take it so, so well, wouldn't you?

                        STILES STARTS JERKING FASTER, THE MATERIAL-
                        BEATING SOUND SPEEDS UP

DEREK:    Stiles...
            
STILES:   Yeah, yeah, go on, Derek, you'd come with my name on your lips if you were home too. 
          You'd come and I'd be all you can think, all you can remember. Fuck, shit. My dick would 
          be in you, yours would be alone until I grabbed it, until I started jerking you. 

                        DEREK'S BED SPRINGS CREEK, DEREK'S BREATHING IS HEAVY AND ERRATIC 

          Imagine it's me with my hand on your dick, jerking you off between us, hand hot and tight on you.     

                        DEREK'S BELT BUCKLE HAS LOST ALL SENSE OF RHYTHM, CLINKING FRANTICALLY        

          You'd be so hard, fuck, so fucking hard it wouldn't take much, would it? 
            
                        STILES PANTING

          Derek! Ah, fuck. It-- it wouldn't take much of me in every one of your senses, all you can feel, all you
          can hear, all you can smell--

DEREK:    STILES!

                        DEREK'S LOUD GROANING, BELT BUCKLE CLINKING SLOWS DOWN

STILES:   Yeah, yeah, you'd come, but I wouldn't be done, and, I'd roll us, I'd, fuck, fuck

                        STILE'S RUSTLING FABRIC SPEEDS UP, GETS LOUDER

          I'd keep fucking you, keep angling til I hit the the spot that has you clawing at my back, because you'd be 
          so oversensitive, but you wouldn't want to let go of me, would you? Wouldn't want me to let go of you. Fuck, 
          fuck, I'd be, fuck, you'd-- you'd be everywhere, your stubble against my cheek, the sweat and come between 
          us, fuck, Derek, DEREK! 

                        RAGGED BREATHS, THE SOUND OF STILES' BEDSPRINGS AND A WOOSH OF AIR AS STILES FALLS BACK ON HIS BED.

                        RAGGED BREATHING, FROM BOTH, SLOWLY EVENING OUT

STILES:   (FUCKED OUT) Fuck, you alive?

DEREK:    (ROUGH) Yeah.

STILES:   We're good at that.

DEREK:    Yeah. 

STILES:   (BEAT) Can you say anything other than 'yeah'?

DEREK:    No.

                        STILES LAUGHS, FUCKED OUT

STILES:   (HALF-HEARTEDLY) Urgh, I got come in my hair. 

DEREK:    Not the first time.

STILES:   No, but normally you're here to help me get it out. 

DEREK:    (BEAT) I'll be home soon.

STILES:   Not soon enough. 

DEREK:    (CLOSE) I'm sorry.

STILES:   (CLOSE) Don't be, I'm proud of you. 

                        BOTH - QUIET BREATHS, BARELY ABLE TO BE HEARD.

DEREK:    (D) (BEAT) Stiles, Stiles... Don't fall asleep before you clean up. 

STILES:   (SLEEPILY) I won't. Love you. 

DEREK:    (D) Love you too. (BEAT) Clean up. 

                        LINE GOES DEAD

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