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Stiles sat quietly contemplating just how shit his life has become as his friends chat around him, their usually amusing banter had faded into white noise as Stiles replayed the previous night in his head over and over.

“OK what gives?” Stiles’ thoughts are interrupted by Scott’s words and the sharp pain of an elbow to his side.

“What?” Stiles pout. “Nothing to see here, I’m just chilling.”

“Oh really,” Isaac pipes in. “Usually when people keep sighing like that, they are not chilling, they are sulking.”

Stiles throws the teen a baleful look and shrugs. “I think it’s a performance issue.” Lydia announces.

Stiles sighs again, at least this time is was aware of doing it. He switches his glare from the ever disapproving Isaac to the infuriatingly beautiful Lydia. She takes the look as encouragement to continue, unfortunately. “Look Stiles, I’m sure Derek isn’t going to dump you just because you couldn’t get it up, after all I’ve heard that it does happen to guys from time to time.”

“Oh dude, is that right?” Scott’s sympathy was as real as it was devastating.

“Oh. My. God.” Stiles groaned exasperatedly. “You are all the worst friends ever, why do you make these accusations, what makes you think anything like that even happened?”

It was a rhetorical question, but Lydia answered anyway. “One.” She said, counting points off on slim, perfectly manicured fingers. “Last week Derek was all concerned about why you had been staying away, now you are back and the two of you are acting weird towards each other. Two. You look even more sexually frustrated then you usually do. Three. Derek’s been giving you hurt eyes whenever he thinks no one’s looking.” She stopped and looked around the group, face palming when no one seemed to follow her logic.

“Good lord.” She exhaled. “They had a misunderstanding a week ago, they tried to fix it with sex but this one,” hooking her thumb towards Stiles, “failed to launch.”

Stiles gasped. “What makes you think it wasn’t Derek that failed..”

Lydia smirked at her friend’s admission. “Well hon, he is a werewolf; they are always ready to go.” She gestured towards the werewolves at the table who were nodding and blushing at the truth of that statement.

“Just so you know.” Stiles stood and pointed to each of his friends. “I hate you all.”

Scott jumped up to go after his retreating friend only to be stopped by Allison’s hand on his shoulder. “I’ll go, he’s never going to open up to you about Derek.”

“So you think this is about Derek too, why?”

Allison smiled and nodded towards her best friend. “What she said.”

“I don't want to pry Stiles but it might help to talk about it and I've been told that I am a good listener.” Allison offered after catching up to Stiles.

Stiles looked to his friend, suddenly all his defences crumbled and he cried out. "Oh my god Allison it was just awful."

Stiles explained how right Lydia was, the original misunderstanding, Derek thinking Stiles feared being eaten by the werewolf whereas Stiles was actually just terrified of being caught with a boner (Stiles shivered at the memory of those beautiful words spoken by the impossibly gorgeous man, “maybe I’ll just eat you.”)

"There’s this porn vid with all this riming in it.” He paused looking at Allison. "You see riming is when a person licks your…"

“Stiles”, Allison held her hands up to ward off further explanation. "I know what riming is." She said flicking a look towards the table where Scott and Isaac were huddled together.

"Ohh Kay." Stiles nodded, digesting that tit bit for later discussion. "So anyway, I thought he'd be mad that I thought of him that way so I just bolted.”

"Stiles, I'm pretty sure if you talk to him you could sort this out, I think he might be into you too."

"Yeah, I know, I did and he is, we'll he was, but I blew it.”

“How? I mean are you sure? What happened?”

“Well we were sitting on my bed, and I'm fessing up to everything, sure that he is going to laugh or growl or run but he just looks at me and says that he is totally cool with me lusting after him and that he was pretty into me too."

“Well that's great isn't it?” Allison asked, puzzled.

“Yeah, well the thing is, it just got too much, instead of jumping him like I wanted I jumped up and said something lame like I had homework to do, and I don't know like, ‘thanks’. He just looked so hurt and confused and sad.” Stiles just shrugged and seemed to collapse into himself.

“Oh Stiles, I'm sure if you just talk to him again, tell him you were just nervous, he would understand, you can't expect to go from frenemies to lovers with no steps in between. This isn't a porn vid, this is real life, it just doesn’t work like that. You need to get comfortable with each other first.”

“I’ve known him for years, we’ve even saved each other many times.”

“Yes but all of sudden you are faced with the possibility that you are actually Bi, and not just bi-curious, so it’s understandable that you feel a little, unsure.”

“Woah, I never thought of it that way, I guess that’s right, I mean the idea of being with him was a lot eaiser to deal with when I thought it could never happen.”

“Exactely. I think you just need to make sure of what you actually feel, really think about what you want, if you are ready for a relationship.”

“You know, I never realised you were so… "

"What, smart?" Allison raised her eyebrows with mock affront.

"No, grownup"

"It comes with the name."


So plan ‘Get To Know Derek Hale’ was set in action. He had three key points to confirm. One, is he physically attracted to Derek. Two, is he emotionally attracted to Derek. And three, and this was the only one that he was really unsure of, could he hold it together long enough to convince Derek that he was dating potential.


“Stiles,” Derek sighed from the loft’s doorway. “I am very happy that you want to see me, but did you have to break into my apartment to do it?”

“No, not at all, I’ve got these.” Stiles smirked holding his hand up in a flourish, a ring of keys dangling from a finger.

“Right, you have keys, why wouldn’t you.” Derek was still reeling enough from their most recent, confusing encounter to be a little weary. “So, what can I do for you then?”

“I’ve made you dinner.” Stiles explained. “I was hoping we could, like, talk a bit over some homemade pizza.” The teen stepped aside to reveal the set table he had been standing in front of, his hands doing a little ‘ta da’ motion.

“Hmmm, sounds good.” Derek smiled softly, stepping into the loft and sliding the door shut behind him. “So, you made me pizza from scratch.”

“Yep.” Stiles gave the werewolf an once-over as he strides towards him. ‘Yep definitely attracted to that.’ He thought, good.

Derek sniffed the air, taking in the aroma of cheese, tomato and oregano, and the even more tantalizing scent of Stiles. “Even made the dough, I’m impressed.”

“Oh my god, you can tell the difference from shop brought to home made by the smell?” He watched intently as the older man stepped up into his space.

“Not really,” Derek near-whispered, now he was standing so close. “You’ve still got a bit of flour here.” He raised his hands, knuckles inwards to rest lightly on Stiles chin as he swiped his thumb slowly and gently across his cheek. “There.”

Stiles swallowed with an auditable click. “Oh … that’s ….. oh.”

“Are you going to panic and run away again?” Derek asked not un-kindly.

“I don’t panic and run.” Stiles scoffed, “I evaluate and assess situations from afar.” Derek chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that did something to Stiles heart. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good, so what now?” Derek asked, letting his hand drop from Stiles face to rest lightly on his hip.

“Well I was hoping that you might like to kiss me.” Stiles suggested, looking at his feet intently. It was a firm but gentle grip that tip his head up as Derek lent in closer, his lips just a breath away from Stiles. The teen searched Derek’s eyes before seeming to make up his mind, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips lightly against Derek’s.

The two men sighed into each other’s mouths as Stiles took Derek’s bottom lip between his own, sucking gently then moving on to nibble the top lip. They pulled apart slightly, hips and quickly filling cocks pressing together like they had a mind of their own.

Derek smiled. Not a cheesy fake one, a genuine, warm smile, and it took Stiles breath away. “Oh my god, I’m going to devote my life to making that happen again and again.” The teen blurted, gasping and blushing at Derek’s shocked expression. “I’m mean, no, I’m not, I mean, it’s just that, fuck, I mean, not the kissing, but I like the kissing, like a lot, but I just need to see that on your face like all the time, you look happy, you are happy right.”

Derek quirked an eyebrow at the teen, amused. “Yes Stiles, I’m happy, you make me happy.”

“You have a beautiful smile.” Stiles clarified, giving his own dazzling grin.

“You’ve seen me smile before Stiles.” Derek scoffed, frowning when Stiles just shook his head sadly. “Oh, well I will try and lighten up, it’s not like I haven’t been told before.” Derek sighed.

The grin fell from Stiles face, he locked eyes with the werewolf, suddenly looking older than his years, beautiful, sincere. “I don’t want you to lighten up wolfy boy, I want you to be actually happy.”

“You know what would make me really happy right now?” Derek whispered hotly directly into the teen’s ear.

“What?” Stiles squeaked, confused as Derek manhandled him around to face towards kitchen.

“Dinner.” He chuckled again, smacking him lightly on his denim clad arse. “You promised me pizza.”

“Are you kidding me right now!” Stiles protested, pressing the heal of his hand down against his budging erection. “I thought we were going to get to the sexy times.”

“Oh we’ll get there, don’t you worry, but first I’m going to have a shower and change my clothes while you make me pizza.” Derek called over his shoulder.

“Bossy boots.” Stiles grumbled.

“I heard that.” Derek called down from the upstairs bathroom.

“Maybe you like to hear me start the sexy times without you.” Stiles whispered in retaliation.

“Touch your dick without me and you’ll be going home with blue balls.” Derek called out, chuckling at the sound of a mixed whine and groan that Stiles made in response. Yes this was going to go very well.