“Yeah, I-” Stiles blinked, the meaning of Derek's words catching up with him. “What?”
Derek cocked his head to the side. “I think it's your eyes. They are so brown. No. So golden. No, I mean-”
“What did you give him?”
Scott shrugged. “Deaton said that it was just like pain killers. But for werewolves.”
“I think the pain killers are a bit too strong”, Stiles commented and turned back to Derek. Derek was still grinning at him, looking slightly drunk.
“You're so pretty, I wanna-”
“Woah, wow. Okay, enough big guy. Let's get you to bed”, Stiles said and helped Derek up from the chair he was sitting on.
“Like it when you call me that”, Derek mumbled.
“Big guy?”, Stiles asked.
“Yeah. I'm the alpha.” Scott snorted, but Stiles ignored him. He was not helpful at all.
“Okay, come on, big guy.”
Derek preened as Stiles helped him up the stairs.
Derek sat down at the edge of his bed, struggling to get his shirt of. “Help”, he whined pitifully.
Stiles had not signed up for this. This was a nightmare. Well, not the having Derek getting undressed on a bed part. But the part where Derek was drunk and probably wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow.
Stiles sighed and helped Derek out of his shirt. He unlaced his boots and wiggled out of his pants and finally got under the covers. Those abs should be illegal.
“Good night, big guy”, Stiles said and turned to leave.
“Stiles”, Derek whined.
“What is it?” He was so close to escaping, so close. His hand was already at the door.
“Stay.” Damnit.
A bigger man would have walked out of there. A bigger man wouldn't have climbed into bed with Derek. Stiles was not that man.
Stiles was only human.
He woke up feeling warm and safe.
An arm was thrown over his waist and his head was pillowed on a chest.
“Morning”, Derek rumbled.
“Good morning”, Stiles mumbled sleepily, burying deeper into the sheets.
“I am sorry for last night.”
Stiles blinked slowly. “Wha-” He suddenly realized where he was and flinched. He struggled out of Derek's arms and sat up.
“Oh, hey. I forgot that I slept here”, Stiles muttered awkwardly.
“I am sorry.” Stiles did not like the way Derek closed off. He had been soft and sleepy just moments before, but now his jaw was clenched.
“Nothing to be sorry for”, Stiles tried to reassure him.
“Right.”
Stiles kept scaring at him as Derek tried to act like nothing was wrong.
“How are you feeling?”, he asked.
“Better. Thanks.”
Stiles nodded and untangled himself from the sheets. “Okay, big guy.” Derek flinched visibly and Stiles scolded himself. “I'm gonna...”, he trailed of, making a weird hand gesture.
“I meant it”, Derek bit out.
Stiles froze, still half on the bed.
“I meant what I said, Stiles.”
Stiles' heart rate shot up and he knew that Derek could hear it. “Wha-, what?”, he stuttered.
Derek smirked. “You are pretty cute.”
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“Who does she think she is?”, Lydia huffed. Stiles had never seen her so irritated.
“Just forget her. Cora who? She is a bitch anyway.”
“What did you just say?”, a gruff voice asked and Stiles froze.
He slowly turned around and oh no.
Just his luck.
Derek Hale was standing in front of their table, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his features stuck in an angry scowl.
Hale as in Cora Hale. Cora’s big brother. Ah fuck.
“I really don not think that that is any of your business”, Lydia snapped.
“It is when you are insulting my little sister”, Derek growled.
“She deserved it”, Stiles shrugged. Derek narrowed his eyes, stepping closer. “What?”, he asked and suddenly Stiles understood why so many students were scared of him.
“She insulted my best friend first. And I am not sorry for trying to make Lydia feel better.”
Derek’s pose faltered. He seemed uncertain. “Do you know what Lydia did? She told your little sister that her outfit was pretty. And what did Cora say?”
“She told me not everyone could run around dressing like a cheap version of the next superstar”, Lydia spat.
Stiles watched Derek squirm under his glare. “That’s right. So don’t try to tell me what I can and cannot say. Your sister is a bitch. Get over it.”
Derek kept staring at him. Then he just nodded and left without a word.
The next time Stiles saw Derek in class, Derek waved him over.
“I am pretty sure that this counts as fraternizing with the enemy”, he said, but sat down anyway. Derek huffed. “You do know that Cora was only so mean because she thought Lydia was insulting her, right?”
Stiles shook his head. “She wouldn’t do that, she has a giant cru-” He slapped a hand over his mouth. Lydia would so not appreciate it if he told Derek that.
“She told Cora that she loved how Cora had no sense for fashion.”
“No, Derek. I think she misunderstood that, dude!”
Derek was smirking at him and he so did not like that look on his face. “Your best friend is a bitch, get over it.”
“Derek!”, Stiles jogged over to him before he really had the time to think it through. “I think I figured it out!” He skidded to a stop in front of Derek.
“Is that so?”, Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes”, Stiles panted. He really should work out more. Derek looked like he worked out, he looked fucking ripped. Not that Stiles had noticed.
He had not.
“So what is it?”, Derek asked.
“Lydia has been talking about Cora for weeks, okay? There is no way she dragged her outfit. So I asked her what she said exactly. She told me that she complimented Cora’s unique fashion style, because she didn’t look like everybody else. Lydia loves her outfits.”
Derek was staring at him again, like he couldn’t quite figure out what Stiles wanted. “So this is all just one big misunderstanding?”, he asked.
Stiles nodded furiously.
“So why are they so obsessed with each other?”
Stiles shrugged, torn between wanting to tell Derek and keeping Lydia’s secret. “Well, I will tell Cora. Thanks.”
“No problem.” Stiles smiled and waved as Derek nodded, walking away. “See you later”, he called over his shoulder.
“Hey Stiles.” Stiles spun around, recognizing the voice. “Derek, hey. Have you heard anything from Cora yet?”
Derek laughed, genuinely and a little bit embarrassed. It was mesmerizing. “Yeah, she asked Lydia out. I guess she isn’t such a bitch after all.”
Stiles grinned. “Yeah, I guess Cora is okay after all.”
If Derek didn’t stop looking at him with that soft smile, Stiles would do something really stupid.
“Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks. Cora is a lot more bearable when she doesn’t rant about how much she hates Lydia. So thank you for figuring it out, I guess.”
He was pretty sure that he was blushing a little. Or a lot.
“Go out with me”, he blurted out and flinched. “Erm, I mea-”
“Yes.”
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Oh oh. He did not like the way Derek's voice sounded.
“What is all this?” Stiles flinched, because Derek sounded really pissed. And okay.
So maybe he kinda made a mess. Maybe the flour went everywhere.
But it is not like he won't clean it up! Because he will! He totally will.
“I baked?”, Stiles asked, looking around the kitchen, but not meeting Derek's glare.
“I can see that. But it looks like something exploded in here.” Stiles winced. “I will clean it up, don't worry about it. Just go to bed, I know you must be exhausted.”
He could see it in the way Derek was holding himself. Even werewolves needed their sleep and it was obvious that the night shift was getting to Derek.
The werewolf nodded. “But don't stay up too late. Come to bed soon, okay?” Stiles smiled as he watched Derek climb up the stairs.
He glanced at the clock. It was almost 2 am. Sighing, he put the next tray into the oven. This would be a long night.
He climbed into bed around 4 am, after he had cleaned up and hid the cookies. He knew that Derek would smell them, but he still wanted it to be special when he gave them to him.
The recipe had been a family tradition. His mother used to bake them every Christmas. Smelling them again for the first time had been hard. He had always helped his mother. And now he had to do it alone.
He hadn't really thought it through as he bought the ingredients and started baking, hadn't though that it would take so long.
He hadn't meant to make such a mess. He sighed as he climbed into bed with Derek, his heart heavy.
Derek shifted in his sleep, his arm wrapping around Stiles.
Stiles sniffed, he could still smell the cookies, the scent clinging to him.
Derek's arms tightened around him and Stiles knew that it wouldn't be long until Derek sensed that something was wrong and woke up.
He buried deeper into the sheets, clinging to Derek.
“What wrong?”, Derek mumbled, yawning.
“The cookies”, Stiles said like that would explain everything.
Derek hummed, showing that he was listening.
“My mom used to bake them before the holidays started.”
Derek pressed a kiss to his shoulder, offering silent support. “I don't know. The scent just hit me harder than I thought it would. It has been years, but it never gets easier.”
“It is mint tea for me.” Stiles turned around in Derek's arms. “Laura used to drink liters of that stuff.”
Stiles sighed and settles against Derek, his head on Derek's chest.
“But I try not to think about the bad memories, y'know? I try to focus on the way she would grumpily demand tea before she would do anything in the morning. Or all those nights we curled up on the couch and she would sip her tea and watch Tv and I would read.”
Stiles smiled sadly. “She always used to feed me dough, even though dad protested.” The memory was bittersweet.
The scent was still lingering in his thoughts, but with Derek's arms wrapped around him, he was finally able to fall asleep.
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Stiles huffed, throwing his hands in the air, before he changed his tactic. “Please?”, he begged. “You're gonna see me in a skin tight, bright red suit. Imagine it. And you only have to wear a leather jacket, some hair gel and fake claws. Pretty fair trade, right?”
Derek was still frowning and Stiles just couldn't have that. “I'm gonna help you with your cosplay and everything. Come on, it will be fun.”
Derek crossed his arms I front of his chest, getting defensive.
“I'm gonna go anyway and just imagine how many people will appreciate my body in skin tight leather.”
Derek growled, but didn't budge.
“Give me one good reason why you don't wanna come with me”, Stiles huffed, annoyed at Derek's stubbornness.
Derek glared at him. “I don' like big crowds”, he mumbled and oh-
Oh. Okay.
“Okay” Stiles nodded and stepped forward, into Derek's space. “Okay. We don't have to go. Hey Derek, look at me.”
He unfolded Derek's arms and lifted his chin until they were locking gaze. “We don't have to go.”
“But you have been looking forward to this the whole year.”
Stiles huffed.
“I just don't like people staring at me. “Would you be comfortable if they couldn't see your face?”, Stiles asked, a plan forming in his head.
“Maybe, I don't know.”
“How about we try it? And if you wanna back out at any point, you just tell me and we drive back home, okay? At any point.”
Derek nodded, casting his eyes back down. Stiles wrapped his arms around him, holding him. “Thank you for telling me. You're gonna be an amazing Deadpool. We just have to do something about your acting. Deadpool isn't half as broody as you are.”
Derek snored and hugged Stiles back.
“We'll go as Spideypool. It will be awesome!”
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“Derek”, Stiles whined and Derek sighed. He got so melodramatic when he was sick. Derek refused to find it endearing.
He didn't.
“Derek”, Stiles whined again. Derek followed his voice into the living room, where Stiles was wrapped in blankets like a burrito.
“Cuddles”, he demanded. “Come on, Derek.”
Derek rolled his eyes, but carefully climbed onto the couch anyway.
“Go back to sleep”, he whispered as he pulled Stiles against him, wrapping his arms around him.
As soon as Stiles had fallen back asleep, Derek untangled himself and padded into the kitchen, searching for medicine, which he sat down on the couch table. Then he pulled out his mother's old cookbook, looking for the chicken soup recipe she used to make when Luna, their youngest and only human sister, got sick.
He filled the soup into a bowl and carried it back to the couch. “Hey” He gently nudged Stiles awake.
“You have to eat.”
Stiles buried himself deeper into the blankets. “Don' wanna.”
“Stiles, you have to. I even made chicken soup.” He tugged the blankets down and helped Stiles sit up. “Not hungry.”
Derek rolled his eyes. He wasn't above bribing when it came to Stiles. “If you eat up, I'm gonna watch Star Wars with you.”
Stiles perked up, his attention caught. “Every single one?”, he asked, his voice raspy.
“Every single one”, Derek confirmed. So far, Stiles hadn't picked up on Derek's love for the sci-fi franchise and if it was up to Derek he never would.
It was perfect whenever he had to convince Stiles of something. He would simply promise to “suffer” through the movies and Stiles would agree.
“Fine.”
Derek settled onto the couch, Stiles sitting between his legs, still wrapped in blankets. He carefully picked the bowl up and started feeding Stiles, making sure that the soup wasn't too hot.
When the bowl was empty, he set it down and picked up the remote to open Netflix and start the movie. Stiles leaned back against his chest and he let himself relax.
“You're a good boyfr'nd”, Stiles mumbled, drifting off again and Derek smiled, pressing a kiss into his hair.
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Derek so did not like when Stiles tried to use puppy eyes on him. Everyone knew that Scott was better at it. Scott looked adorable, Stiles looked-
Puppy eyes shouldn't look like that! They shouldn't make Derek wanna push him onto his knees, this was so wrong.
“Fine, what is it?”, he sighed. Anything would be better than looking into those wide doe eyes. They looked like melted chocolate in this light and Derek really should focus on something else.
“Do you remember Mary?”, Stiles asked, his eyes still pleading, but not that wide anymore.
“That girl from your chem class? Yeah, why?”
Stiles shuffled with his feet a bit, looking onto the ground. “She asked me out.”
“Okay?” Derek frowned, not getting how this was bad. Stiles was always complaining that he wasn't getting any after all.
“And I couldn't just say no, okay? She is such a sweetheart, so I tried to let her down easily, but she just wouldn't get it and then I blurted out that I was gay. And she laughed, which, seriously? Rude. I could totally be gay. I mean I am kinda gay, bisexual actually. Anyways”, Stiles trailed off, laughing nervously. “I kinda told her that I have boyfriend. So I need you to fake date me. Please?”
Derek blinked once. Twice. Tried to process all that information. Blinked again. Stiles was still staring up at him, biting his lip and it was so goddamn distracting.
“Okay?”, Derek agreed, uncertain and still not quite sure what Stiles wanted from him.
“Thanks dude!” His whole face lit up and Derek couldn't help but smile back, biting back the answers on the tip of his tongue.
“Always.”
“Anything.”
“Whatever you need.”
All things he would never, could never tell Stiles.
“And the whole bisexual thing doesn't bother you?” Oh, right. Stiles had just come out to him. Derek only shrugged, trying to stop his heart from jumping out of his chest. “Demisexual biromantic myself, sooo”, he trailed off, shrugging again.
“Awesome, dude!”
Derek winced. He hated it when Stiles called him that.
“So, anyways. I need you to come to this study group thing with me and I need you to act all couplely. Is that okay with you?”
Spending a few hours with Stiles, acting like his boyfriend, kissing him? Sounds like torture. “Sounds good.”
“Thanks again, I can't even thank you enough for this.”
Derek could feel the tips of his ears heating up. “Don't mention it.”
Stiles smiled softly and pecked him on the cheek. “I'm gonna text you the details later.”
Was he gonna regret this? Possibly.
Was he gonna enjoy every second anyway? Definitely.
Stiles was a very considerate fake boyfriend. He held thee door open for Derek, made sure that he got Derek something to drink and then settled on the couch in Derek's lap. And he fit perfectly.
Had he drowned kittens in his previous life? Was the universe out to get him?
Stiles had introduced him to everyone as his boyfriend Derek and they seemed to know him from some Stiles must have told them. Mary kept glancing at them, watching Derek closely and it made his skin itch. She was still nice, polite even, but he felt like he was being watched by a shark. And she had smelled blood.
Derek wrapped an arm around Stiles' middle and pulled him back, settling him more firmly against his chest. He hooked his chin over Stiles' shoulder and tried to concentrate on what they were discussing, tried to participate.
Stiles' body heat was distracting, but he thought that he was doing a good job.
“If you equal x with y-z than you can actually-” He was cut of by Stiles turning around in his lap, cupping his face. He shut his mouth with an audible click, swallowing as Stiles just stared at him.
“You are a genius!”, Stiles exclaimed and kissed. On the mouth. Like for real.
Derek made a helpless sound in the back of his throat and wrapped his arms more firmly around Stiles, kissing back.
If this was torture, then he would endure till the end of time.
Somebody – Derek suspected it was Mary and he couldn't really blame her – cleared their throat and Stiles pulled back, his lips looking awfully tempting and swollen.
“Wow, um.” Stiles turned back around and settled against Derek's chest again. “Sometimes I just forget how smart he is.” He laughed awkwardly and pulled at Derek's arms and Derek wrapped them around his middle again.
“And what a great kisser”, Stiles mumbled and Derek was pretty sure that he was blushing and what?
Had Stiles just called him a good kisser?
He leaned forward and brought his lips close to Stiles' ear, noticing how the man in his arms shuddered as he did so.
“I am a great kisser. You really shouldn't forget that”, he whispered and kissed Stiles' neck for good measure.
“Ohmygod, you are so unfair!”
Derek chuckled. “You asked me to come along.”
Stiles huffed. “But I didn't expect you to be so, so-” Stiles huffed again. “You are a menace. And you are distracting me!”, Stiles exclaimed and turned back to his studies, his friends watching them, looking somewhere between amused and embarrassed.
Derek simply hooked his chin over Stiles' shoulder again and watched as they studied, his lips still tingling.
“So, uhm, thanks for that.” Stiles was all honesty and doe eyes again, his lips looking softer than usual, now that Derek knew how they felt and he really needed to get a grip.
“My pleasure.” He watched as Stiles' eyes widened. “I mean, uhm, anytime. You know, if you need a fake boyfriend or whatever.”
Stiles had his head titled, like he was thinking about something. “nah, I think Mary bought the act. I don't need a fake boyfriend anymore.”
Derek nodded, swallowing. He was trying very hard not to feel rejected.
“But”, Stiles ventured on and stepped forward, into Derek's personal space. “I could really use a real boyfriend. One that takes me out on dates and studies with me and is really good at kissing-”
He was still looking at Derek like that, his eyes darker than usual, the dim lighting making the seem almost black.
“If you want to, I mean. I know this isn't what you agree to.”
“No, it is not what I agreed to.” Stiles' face fell. “Oh”, he mumbled, casting his eyes down.
Derek took a step forward. “But we both know that we don't work well with plans.”
“Oh?”
Derek nodded, closing the gap between them, crowding into Stiles' space.
“Yeah”, he whispered against Stiles' lips, which were curving into one of those ridiculous smiles
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It had been a gag gift from Lydia and Stiles really shouldn't have taken it as serious as he did. But here there were, standing in a dance studio that had a pole in the middle, jeez.
Derek really didn't know what to think about this.
“Oh, come on, it will be fun.” Stiles nudged him and Derek huffed. “You will get to see me strip”, he sing-songed and walked over to the pole, swaying his hips and Derek-
could get behind that. Literally. Maybe stripping lessons for couples weren't that bad.
Their dance coach -”Call me Amber”- seemed nice enough, but she was also one of those people that simply wanted to motivate everybody.
And Derek didn't think that he wanted to be motivated to strip. He didn't like the feeling he got when he thought about presenting himself like that.
“It's totally okay, sweetie. I can just teach your boyfriend first and if you want to, you can try later.”
Derek nodded and watched as she pulled a chair into the middle of the room. “Sit”, she commanded and Derek sat down.
“Okay, Stiles.” She turned around and looked him up and down. “I want you to walk up to Derek like you wanna eat him alive.”
Stiles smirked. “The sexy kind?”, he asked cheekily, making Amber laugh. “Oh yeah.”
Stiles turned fully to Derek, his whole posture predatory. “Oh how the tables have turned, little red.” He winked and Derek swallowed. He had not expected this.
He thought Stiles would fool around a bit but ooohhh-
The way he was stalking over to Derek was making it hard to breath.
“And now slowly take of your shirt.”
Stiles slowly took his plaid shirt of, then his t-shirt and Derek had not expected that body roll at the end.
Stiles laid down on his back, still smirking at Derek, never taking his eyes off of him.
“Slowly caress the air.”
Stiles rolled his hips up and Derek swallowed heavily. “Good, now let's get to the real action.”
Real action? Derek was already painfully hard.
“Take of your belt and use it to pull him in with it”, Amber suggested and Derek felt all air leave his lungs as Stiles looped his belt around his neck and sat down in his lap.
“You okay there, babe?”
Derek nodded, unable to form words.
“Okay, move your hips, grind a bit and then slowly lean back.”
He bit down on his lower lip to keep from moving as Stiles started moving his hips just right. His hands found Derek's neck and he slowly arched his back, leaning away.
“Stiles”, Derek gasped.
“Now, show off that booty.” Stiles got up from his lap and Derek exhaled, relief flooding through him.
Then Stiles turned around and started wiggling his ass into his face and woah-
This had to be a new form of torture.
“Damn, kid. You are a natural. Try whispering stuff.”
Stiles twirled around Derek and pressed himself against the back of the chair. “You are looking a bit flustered, baby. Still thinking this was a bad idea?”, he practically purred and Derek shivered.
“No, best idea ever”, Derek gasped out as Stiles nipped on his ear lobe.
He moved back to the front and sat down in Derek's lap again. “Happy to see me?”, he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“So happy.”
Stiles started rolling his hips again. “Mmh, I can feel just how happy you are.” He ground down a little harder than necessary and Derek was about to embarrass himself.
“Best Christmas present ever.”
Derek agreed whole heartly.
“Since you are enjoying yourself so much, maybe you wanna try it as well?”, Amber asked, laughter in her voice.
Stiles arched an eyebrow at him.
“Give me a few minuted to get up”, Derek sighed.
“Didn't you mean to get it down?”, Stiles giggled and Derek slapped his ass as he got off him. It was only fair.
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Stiles was outside with his class. Again. Derek should have closed the windows. He could hear the soft guitar sounds coming from outside and really?
Did music teachers teach their students not a single thing anymore? Well, Derek was trying to teach his class something about the French Revolution and this just wasn't working. Stiles was distracting, sitting on the grass with his guitar in his lap.
He closed the window with more force than necessary and stalked back to his desk, his students watching him curiously. “Who can tell me why the revolution was becoming so violent?”
Derek swore that Stiles was out to get him. I mean, who in their right mind would play guitar in the teacher's lounge?
“Are you taking your guitar everywhere?”, Derek asked gruffly, his nerves worn thing by the freshmen class that just wouldn't pay attention.
“Mostly, yeah. I am trying to find the perfect notes for this new song and-”
“Could you just do it somewhere else?” Derek didn't care if he was being rude, he had twenty minuted till his next lesson started and he just wanted to read in peace.
“Why am I distracting?”, Stiles asked, his fingers skilfully moving down the strings. Derek tried really hard not to stare, but those hands were just so damn-
“No, just annoying.”
“Now I get why your students hate you”, Stiles mumbled as he got up to put his guitar away, leaving Derek alone.
His students didn't hate him, at least not all of them, right?
Sure, he could be strict, but he wasn't that bad, was he?
Great, now he was feeling like an asshole.
Stiles was outside with his class again. It was really hot today and Derek got why he was trying to get out of the building. But this was now the third a student had asked if they could go outside as well and Derek had still stuff he needed them to know, before the year was over.
Stiles hadn't tried to talk to him again. Derek didn't know if he was being avoided or if he was the one avoiding Stiles, but it was setting him on edge nevertheless.
He missed Stiles smart mouth and his quick fing-
That had come out wrong.
“Mister Hale?”, Cassie asked, her voice puzzled. “Yeah?”, he sighed tiredly. He liked that girl. He didn't want to let her down. She was one of the only students actually paying attention to his class.
“Everything okay?” He forced down the urge to snap at her and nodded, remembering Stiles' words. “Why don't we continue this outside? It really is rather nice out in the sun.”
His students cheered and he smiled, a feeling of fondness spreading in his chest. The kids weren't so bad after all.
“Nice of you to join us”, Stiles called out, almost looking like a student himself, sitting among his class.
“I couldn't stay a cave man forever”, Derek joked and oh god-
He was flirting, wasn't he?
Stiles only laughed. “Wanna do some serious teaching or can we just have some fun?”
“Fun is good”, Derek replied.
“Smooth, Mister Hale”, Cassie whispered and Derek cursed inwardly. Even his students knew he was flirting. And he was failing.
“Come on, sit down. Let the kids mingle while the adults talk.”
Derek sat down next to Stiles and watched as his kids got settles on the grass.
“You were teaching them about the French Revolution weren't you?”, Stiles asked and Derek nodded as he watched Stiles play a few chords, before he started singing.
“Napoleon was a dick, I think he had to compensate, he was known around the block, for overrating his tiny co-”
The students around them laughed and Derek felt himself relaxing.
Stiles played a few more songs Derek didn't recognize, he was simply watching Stiles play.
“You're really good with your fingers.”
Somewhere to his right one of his students started coughing violently, but Stiles only looked at him, his eyes dancing with mischief. “I know.”
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