Derek doesn’t usually do this. He’s actually very good at staying out of other people’s business and making do with just being there for himself and his friends. But somehow, this complete stranger has him captivated. From the way that he moves his hands to emphasize his points to the way that his moles look like constellations, shining even in the darkness of the bar. Every part of this man has Derek’s heart beating fast.
And wow, of course, there’s someone who wants to ask him out, flirt with him, do the things Derek’s too shy to ask for. And so he turns away when a blond sit himself down in front of Derek’s little crush—well, according to Laura at least.
It’s a couple minutes later when Derek begins to turn around to catch a quick glimpse of the man at the bar, out of sheer curiosity to see if he even stands a chance, that he notices that the man does not look comfortable at all. In fact, he looks extremely miserable, his body angled away, his upturned nose scrunched up.
It takes him a quick second to make the decision. Moving swiftly, but confidently, he makes his way through the crowd, drink firmly grasped in his hand. He swings an arm around the man as he leans into the conversation.
“Sorry it took me so long! The line at the bathroom was a little longer than I thought.” He feels the stranger turn to look at him, his brown eyes wide. Derek smiles back at him, hoping he’s able to convey himself.
He nods as if that was the truth. “Totally! I was wondering what was taking you so long,” his voice comes out like liquid honey and Derek feels his knees begin to weaken.
Be assertive. Derek turns to face his ‘boyfriend’s’ companion with a frigid smile on his face. “Sorry, who are you?”
The stranger grabs his drink and stands up. “No one,” he replies grumpily. “I’m just going to head out.” He throws a very distasteful look towards the two as he walks away.
When he’s out of their sight, Derek immediately withdraws his arm and distances himself, firmly shutting his eyes as he lets out a string of apologizes.
“No, pal, don’t apologize!” He opens his eyes to find the other man grinning—and Derek swears that he could feel his insides melt. “I really appreciate you popping up and helping me out.”
Derek lets out a breath, “I’m glad. I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with it, but you just looked terribly miserable.”
The stranger lets out a laugh, all deep and throaty, his head falling back and his shoulders shaking. “Well, you got that right! It was awful. He just wouldn’t stop talking about himself.”
“Oh, okay. I’m glad I helped.”
They stand there for a bit, trying to figure out what exactly to say, when Stiles lets out, “Would you care to dance with me … um, who are you again?”
“Derek, I’m Derek, and yes! His ears begin to go red with embarrassment but he’s got a grin on his face.
“Awesome! My name is Stiles—weird, I know—but trust me when I saw you don’t want to know my real name. It’s long and confusing. I mean, I love it, of course, but it doesn’t mean it’s easy for someone else to pronounce,” and he’s babbling but Derek’s never listened so intently before.
And with that, Stiles continues to talk, leading Derek to the dance floor by his hand.
Derek might not usually do this kind of thing, but he’s really glad he did today.