He guesses it has to do with the fact that after all these years of popping unintentional boners every time he got around Derek alone he finally got close enough to him for him to recognize what exactly that scent was and what exactly was happening beneath his Captain America boxers.
or, to put it in simpler terms,
Derek smells a boner.
Derek has been staring long enough to notice the tiny moles decorating his skin, entirely too pale like he hasn’t seen a lick of daylight in over a year, the color contrasting against the dark hair styled messily atop his head in a way that somehow works for him. The suit he has on is black like Derek’s, but a bit baggier, and Derek knows it’s wrong but he’s craving to find out what’s underneath.
Grabbing a bulky looking bag from the countertop, he slings it over his shoulder and looks at Derek expectantly.
“Um, you’re-“ he starts. Derek makes a little ‘huh’ sound in the back of his throat, cutting him off.
“You’re blocking the doorway.”
Derek is a mess. Stiles is a mess. They're both at Laura's wedding. Sex things happen.
"These were on the side walk,” Derek hands him a tube of toothpaste, and a box of condoms. Stiles is kind of expecting the pigeons to return and crap on him, purely because this is his life. This is his life.
Stiles has been rejected so many times that it doesn't really surprise him when it happens again. Hurts, yeah, because dammit — he'd thought Derek was the one. Heartbreak sucks, and he's not so sure he's going to get over it this time.
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21 May 2017
The five times Stiles ends up spending the night at Derek's, and the one time Derek starts wanting him to stay forever.