When Derek gives Stiles the spare key, there’s no ceremony involved. “In case it floods,” Derek says in explanation. “Just, I dunno. Check up on it every once in a while.” What goes unsaid is Scott has too much on his plate to add this menial task and I trust you to enter my safe space so use that trust wisely.
Derek turns to leave when Stiles near-shouts, “This is weird! Right,” he adds. Derek looks over his shoulder at him. “That you’re giving me a key to your place. Seems a little fast.”
Derek rolls his eyes and turns back toward the door. “Have a good night.”
Stiles will never admit how many times he went over to Derek’s loft in the intervening weeks since Derek’s disappearance. Sometimes he goes over when the landlord calls about leaky pipes or an odd sound. Sometimes he goes over when he has a hard time sleeping. Sometimes he goes over when he misses Boyd and Erica. Going to Derek’s place has become so normal that when Derek does finally come home, the whole place reeks of teenage boy and Stiles Stilinski.
"Thanks for checking up on the place," Derek smiles from the doorway of his bedroom. Stiles is half-asleep (well, now fully awake) in Derek’s bed.
"This seems fast," Derek continues. "You being in my bed and all."
"You started it!" Stiles squawks, and Derek puts a single knee down into the mattress. Stiles’ face reddens. "With the. The key." Derek can see Stiles’ mouth open slightly, like he wants to say more but he also physically can’t, not while Derek is stalking toward him across the bed. "What is happening right now?"
"I gave you my key," Derek says softly.
"For…," Stiles trails off. Then his eyes open wide and Derek can almost see the lightbulb go off above his head. “You actually gave me a key to your place for sex?”
Derek peels off his jacket. “I dunno. I’m not great at this sort of thing.”
"Shut up, shut up,” Stiles hisses, scrambling forward and kissing him soundly. “Scott is never going to believe this.”
"I swear to God if you tell Scott about this via text I’m going to change my locks," Derek groans, falling backwards into bed with Stiles beneath him.
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