Clay nestled his head into him. Tonight stiles smelt of Pine, bark, and Gun-shot residue. Not exactly romantic, but he fastened himself to his boyfriend anyway. It always excited Clay to watch Stiles snoring. His lights out. His Body unguarded. He liked the way he slept on his stomach in summer. He liked the way his chest heaved when he panicked. Most of all he liked the way he clung to him, when the demons came in his sleep.
Once Stiles had grabbed Clay so hard, he'd drawn blood. That had been an Awesome night.
He doesn't want to move. One sofa spring, one nudge of the table might wake him. But Clay really needs the toilet, ah screw it. He'll keep it in...
"Clay don't you get sick of watching me? Do you think I'm gonna do a Stilinski Strip-tease at One AM?" Stiles whispers.
"Have you ever done that?" Clay asks.
He regrets asking. The pause is a second. Just enough for Clay to get paranoid about all of Stiles different, exes. How hot, and popular, and rich they still are. How he can't compare to them. He thinks about his Dead end job, his crappy apartment. Also how his only best Friend is his Daddy. Then again it's one of the only things that he and Stiles had in common.
"Be careful what you wish for. You don't wanna see my body. It won't get you hot"
"Wanna Bet?" Clay asked. His Brain going into over-drive.
Stiles pretends to lift up his shirt, before rolling it down sheepishly.
"You wanna see all of this Clay, we'll actually have to have a Date Debut" Stiles warns.
Clay's never been good at dating. But if Stiles is actually willing to take a chance on him, he'd be out of his mind to turn him down...