So yeah. I just need a ballerina!Derek AU where Stiles first notices this man's magnificent ass at a recital that Stiles only went to because of Scott, who only went to because of Allison, who only got dragged to because, you know, Lydia.
But Stiles actually enjoys himself that night, if the drool stains on his lapels are any indication. And then he's standing in line at his favorite coffee place a week later, blinking in confusion at the guy just ahead of him because the guy seems so familiar, but how can that even be when all Stiles can currently see of him is his back and his ass...
And then Stiles realizes, and panics, and orders three different things when he gets to the counter, none of which are what he actually wants.
Turns out hot ballerina ass guy ordered exactly what Stiles wants, and because Stiles is beside himself at this point he just immediately goes for the drink when it's announced without thinking.
He doesn't quite run into Derek as his hand runs into Derek's hand, and there's this completely unintentional finger-weaving that happens for a split second that Stiles will remember for the rest of his life.
"Hi. Sorry. Uh. Sorry. Hey, you're shorter than I thought you'd be," Stiles says without thinking, and immediately wishes the ground would envelop him.
And Derek is just like 'what the actual fuck, why do you know me?' (but, of course, conveyed in the language of dramatic eyebrows).
But Stiles manfully ignores the death glare and asks, "Have coffee with me?" Which startles Derek enough that he agrees. And so they sit and drink and talk, and it turns out Stiles actually likes this guy. Turns out the personality is even better than the ass. They talk for a couple of hours, until both their drinks are long gone and they're just standing outside the shop in the cold, Derek's cheeks adorably red from the autumn chill.
There's this awkward lull where they're both just staring at each other waiting for something, and Stiles doesn't know how to make this moment last, he's terrible at this shit, so he just says, in a rush, the first thing that comes to mind. "Man, please tell me you're in 'Swan Lake' this year because I don't think I can handle sitting through another dress rehearsal of that where I pretend to support my friends while wishing I was somewhere else."
Derek takes a moment to parse out the various layers of that declaration before ducking his head, hands in his pockets, "So, um. If I were there, you wouldn't wish you were somewhere else?"
Stiles chokes on his own surprised elation at being understood, let alone flirted back at, like being happy is a fucking involuntary reaction. "Dude, if you were there, I'd wish that 'there' would never fucking end."
And Derek just goes for broke then, though terrified to the point of trembling. He leans in, hoping, hoping, until Stiles pushes forward with a slight roll of his eyes that seems somehow fond.
They kiss until Derek doesn't remember where they are, who they are, what was supposed to happen next. They kiss until their coffee goes cold and Stiles' hands finally make their way down to Derek's ass, grab hold, and never let go.
