I’m here for all of this but I would also like to imagine them Not Getting It.
They look at each other and Derek shrugs and nods towards the girl like, “You should go for it.” It’s been a while since Stiles has been on a date. Stiles doesn’t complain about it often - less and less the longer his dry spell goes on - but Derek has noticed. He decides then and there to get himself out of the office every now and then, get home at a reasonable time, maybe start that weekend meal prepping thing everyone seems so eager to talk about nowadays, all if it means Stiles doesn’t feel like he needs to take care of Derek.
Stiles blinks. Then he half-shrugs, stopping himself mid-way through the gesture like he only just realized it would be rude to shrug in the face of someone hitting on him, and tells the girl, “Uh, sure. Yeah. Thanks.”
Derek feels like he should feel embarrassed for Stiles in that moment. Or maybe happy for his friend. Instead he feels…nothing.
Well, he starts to feel like he should leave when the girl whips out her phone to let Stiles put his number in. He gives Stiles a nod, which Stiles returns distractedly, and then he heads back to the office. He’s on the night shift tonight anyway; it’s not like he’s already breaking his new promise to himself to let Stiles get a life.
Three days later Derek gets a call from Stiles at 10. At night, Derek guesses, from the lack of light spilling in from the edges of his curtains. He still has an hour of sleep left before he needs to be up for his shift, so he’s a little irritable when he answers the phone.
“This had better be very important, or you need to be dying.”
He hears Stiles laugh across the line, sounding slightly hysterical. Stiles says, “Um, apparently I’m in love with you?”
Derek stares off into the darkness for a moment before he asks, “What?”
“Yeah, so, funny story,” Stiles says. “I was out with Megan. That girl that hit on me at Houston’s the other night? Anyway, apparently I talked about you all night because when I asked her if she wanted to do it again or maybe come back to my place because that’s what you do after dates, right? I was kind of hoping she’d say no anyway. She was honestly a little boring. Not-”
“Right. So she said no, and then followed it up with, ‘And I’m pretty offended you would ask,’“ Stiles said, using a high-pitched voice to imitate Megan, “‘I’m not a rebound.’ So I said, ‘What the hell does that mean?’ because what the hell, you know? And she said, ‘You’re clearly in love with that Derek guy. You couldn’t stop talking about him.’”
Derek takes a moment to process that. That- well, that actually makes sense. But they’re friends. Friends talk about their friends to people all the time, right? And make sure they eat well, and leave presents for the other person just because they were thinking about them, and fuck. Derek’s into Stiles. When did that happen?
Stiles takes to the silence like he usually does, which is to say he bulldozes over it.
“So,” he says, “this is a thing now. I feel like it might be true. Since we both know I have a history of letting these things get way out of hand, I propose I come over to your place and kiss you - really fast, I promise - just to see if this theory has any truth to it. What do you say?”
Experimental kissing. Derek has to huff out a small laugh at that. It’s such a Stiles thing to do.
The more Derek thinks about it, though, the more he thinks it might be true. He probably loves Stiles. He knows he cares about Stiles. He hasn’t exactly thought about Stiles in a romantic way, but he’s starting to think that was maybe just because he wouldn’t let himself.
Derek tunes back in to Stiles rambling on about what a great idea kissing him would be because if they don’t feel anything then no harm, no foul right? and that’s exactly why Derek should say no to this ridiculous plan.
But deep down Derek is Derek and he loves putting himself in situations that will ultimately hurt him deeply, so he says, “Yeah. Sounds good. Come on over.”
“Good,” Stiles says, sighing, “because I’m outside. I’ll be up in a minute.”
Derek is waiting by the door when Stiles knocks. Stiles immediately flings himself on Derek and gives him a peck on the lips. It is off-center and horrendous.
“Well,” Stiles says. “There. That’s that, huh?” He starts backing out of the apartment, which spurs Derek to reach out grab him because like hell is he going to let Stiles bring all of this into their lives and then play it off.
“What-” Stiles starts, but is cut off by Derek’s lips on his. He brings his left hand up to cup Stiles’ jaw, angling his mouth where Derek wants it, while his right hand tangles more thoroughly into Stiles’ shirt, keeping him exactly where he is.
Stiles is hesitant at first, hardly giving Derek anything, and then he’s giving Derek everything. It’s almost hard to keep up. But then, Derek’s been learning how to keep up with Stiles for years. He adjusts.
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