The Secret's Out
"Had I known I would come home to find you macking on your way older boyfriend, I would have," he retorted, willingly handing off one of the pizza boxes to his brother.
"Good to know you won’t starve to death at the very least," he mused earning another snort from Derek.
"I wouldn’t let anything like that happen to him," the wolf promised. Treven side-eyed him briefly before giving a nod. So long as someone was watching out for his kid brother, that was good.
Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Not actually a child, you know," he grumbled, giving them both an aggravated look. "Like I eat and take care of myself just fine? And dad, for that matter. And you," he said, pushing Derek’s shoulder as he put the pizza box down and opened it.
"And he’s not way older, and we’re weren’t macking, god, who even says macking?" And no he was not blushing at the idea of Derek being called his boyfriend, or eyeing him to see if he’d say anything about it.
Derek didn't deny the comment. Stiles did tend to put him back together when he needed it. He didn't deny, or comment, on being called Stiles's boyfriend either. The term warmed him through, but also made him skittish all at the same time. It was better to just let it slide by, he figured.
Treven rolled his eyes as he followed Stiles, setting his own pizza box down beside the first. He opened it and took out a slive as he shrugged.
"I do. Get over it."
