“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”
( verseless!sterek x @raekenhales )
“Yes Stiles, I remember.”
The words came out through grittedteeth as Derek backed away. He had fully intended on kissing Stiles too.Fucking Lydia and her stupid magazine talking about how unhealthy it was forrelationships to be purely physical. He and Stiles weren’t purely physical, they just enjoyed the physical aspects of theirrelationship. Besides, Derek could hardly be blamed for the fact that he likedphysical contact. He was a canine for crying out loud and Stiles had grown intoa very handsome graduate student. At twenty-two years old, the boy’s awkwardnature was long gone. Though Stiles still had that class Stiles nature of beinga bit of an idiot, he was no longer the gawky confused high school boy he hadonce been.
Though he wasn’t as built as Derek– and probably never would be – Stiles had gotten himself a nice set of tonedarms and filled out just enough. Derek thought it was perfect. They had onlybeen dating a year after Stiles ran into Derek at the UCLA bookstore. SeemedBeacon Hills was a memory for all of them, or at least this was their vacation fromthe terror of that place. Stiles had just started his masters program and Derekwas working as an adjunct professor on campus – Mondays, Tuesdays, andThursdays to be exact.
Apparently it was easy to teachmythological history when your family had been studying it and living it fordecades. Never had Stiles been as grateful that he never took one of Derek’sclass as he was the night they finally kissed. He wasn’t Derek’s student and hewas an adult; it was completely above the table and morally sound even for theworld’s biggest killjoy. There was nothing for Derek to latch onto in order toturn Stiles down, and from there, they started.
Fucking Lydia convincing Stilesthat it was weird that they always felt the need to be touching somehow. Theyweren’t dependent on each other or emotionally needy like that magazine said.Who the hell thought it was a good idea to let Lydia into the psychologydepartment anyways. Touch was comforting to him and obviously it was comfortingto Stiles. Derek had learned that rather quickly. So who was Lydia to warptheir relationship into something foreign and uncomfortable to them both?
The promise had been a stupid one,one to keep Stiles from getting too upset and convincing himself that they wereon the road to ruin. They weren’t supposed to touch each other for a week. Nokissing, no sex, no cuddles, and no holding hands. It wasn’t as if they did anyof that stuff – certainly not the sex – on campus as he was still a professorand Stiles was still a student, so that had been easy enough, but at home itwas different. After five months, Stiles had agreed to move in, on thecondition that he was still able to keep some of his stuff at his place withScott, who was subleasing his room out to someone else, just in case thingsdidn’t work out. Stiles wanted a backup and Derek could understand that. Hewouldn’t have dove into anything either if he was in the other boy’s position –so he agreed. That weekend, Stiles was moving in.
At home they were very physical,kissing and touching to show each other comfort and now that wasn’t a thing.Now, thanks to fucking Lydia, they were on a ban and Derek couldn’t stand it. “Comeon, you can’t honestly believe the crap that goes in that magazine do you? Theypublish just about anything and it isn’t real. Whatever that stupid articlesaid about us isn’t real, Stiles. I’ve known you since you were sixteen yearsold, I think I know you by now. It’s difficult to say that our relationship issimply physical when I know literally everything about you and still have yetto run for the hills.” Stiles was about to open his mouth to make a commentabout Derek ignoring him when they were in Beacon Hills, but that was aconversation best left for later. Besides, Derek would just tell him once againthat he was jailbait then and that wasn’t an option.
“I just think it couldn’t hurt togo through it and see. It’s just a week.”
It was day two. Derek was going todie. Groaning loudly – a hint of dramatics was necessary here – Derek leanedback against the couch and nodded. “Fine. Fine, I will play along. If you wantto believe Martin’s special brand of crazy and subscribe to the nutjobs she issubscribing to, I will play along. Friday evening though, this is done and weare to never listen to Lydia while she’s reading that magazine ever again.Ever.”
