AN: I got the idea for this from tumblr (post/54380799461). It is my first Teen Wolf fic so I hope you like it!
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Edit: I finally got to a place with better internet access, so here it is, all freshly spell checked!
"Alright. I'll do it," Danny says from behind him. Stiles stops mid-flail, sharing a stunned look with Scott.
"Whoa! What?" he says, completely thrown off guard.
Danny smiles at his teammates' dumbstruck expressions. "Come over to my place at nine. Plan on staying the night. I like to cuddle."
Somewhere between the confusion and disbelief, Stiles feels something akin to butterflies in his stomach, giving him pause. "That is so sweet!" he exclaims, genuinely touched by the offer. "Are you kidding?"
"Yes," Danny laughs, his eyes twinkling, "I'm kidding."
For the remainder of the afternoon, Stiles was unable to get Danny's words out of his head. And with the way he kept thinking of the other boy's smile, Stiles was pretty sure the butterflies he'd felt were more than just being grateful for his friends offer. By eight o'clock, he said screw it, deciding that, kidding or not, he was going to go over anyways. Being nearly certain that they wouldn't actually have sex, he grabbed a handful of movies and the box of extra butter popcorn that was hidden from the Sheriff, stuffing them in a bag to bring with him so that they would not end up simply sitting and staring at one another when he showed up on Danny's doorstep.
Pulling up to Danny's house, Stiles was near to bursting with nervous energy. Turning off the jeep, he grabbed his bag and bounded up the walkway to the door, where he enthusiastically rang the doorbell. A few moments later the door opened.
"Stiles?" Danny's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you doing here?" He had always found the other boy cute, especially so now that he was allowing his hair to grow out a little, but he had never meant to act on it before and thought he'd made it clear that he was joking earlier in the day.
Beaming, Stiles held up his bag. "You said nice, and I brought movies and popcorn!"
His enthusiasm was contagious, causing Danny to grin. Opening the door wider, he said, "Come on in," as he stepped aside to let the other boy pass.
"Awesome." Stiles dug into the bag, pulling out a box of microwave popcorn before handing it to Danny. "I'll make popcorn, you pick a movie."
Bemused, he smiled and said, "Sure thing. Kitchen's through there, and there should be a bowl in the cupboard to the left of the fridge." Plopping onto the couch, he pulled out the stack of DVDs. The random assortment of films practically screamed Stiles. His choices, he noted with amusement, were, among others, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Friday the 13th, and The Little Mermaid.
"Want something to drink?" Stiles' voice floated out from the other room over the sound of popping corn in the microwave.
"Grab us a couple of sodas from the fridge; bottom shelf," he shouted back, grateful his parents were away on a business trip. The microwave beeped and he laughed, hearing the other boy's yelp of pain as he tried to open the bag too soon.
Soda cans in one hand and a bowl in the other, Stiles made his way back into the room. "Whatcha pick?" he asked as he sauntered in.
"I think I'm gonna have to go with Indiana Jones. Although," he smirked, teasingly, "it was a touch choice. I mean The Little Mermaid is such a classic."
"What? It's a good movie!" Stiles laughed, slightly defensive, setting the snacks on the coffee table. He plopped down against one arm of the couch as Danny placed the DVD in the machine and resumed his place on the other side of the couch. They sat in companionable silence through the credits.
Pressing play on the menu, the dark haired boy said, "I haven't seen this one in ages. I like it, but Raiders of the Lost Ark is so much better."
"Dude!" the other boy exclaimed, flailing slightly as he turned to face his friend. "You've got to be kidding! Last Crusade is a million times better! Not to say Raiders is bad. I mean, it's Indiana Jones, after all, so it's gonna be good. But, hands down, Crusade wins."
Danny snorted in amusement. "No way. Raiders was the first-the original-Indiana jones movie. The original is always better than the sequels! It's, like, movie law."
"No way. Nope." Stiles shook his head emphatically. "You are so mistaken. Want to know why?"
"Why?" Both boys were grinning good-naturedly and Stiles was once again feeling a fluttering in his stomach. Unbeknownst to Stiles, so was Danny.
"Two words," Stiles said seriously, holding up two fingers to count it off. "Sean. Connery."
Danny unconsciously shifted slightly closer to the other boy. "You make a good point," he conceded, "but not good enough."
Stiles snorted. "All right then. Tell me what could possibly diminish the movie so much that the amazing Sean Connery-who might I add, was also James Bond, how cool is that?-doesn't make up for?"
"It was too predictable! I mean, were you really surprised Elsa was working for the Nazis? I wasn't. And they'd done it all before. The chase through the city. The fights. The miraculous overcoming of the bad guys to win in the name of history."
"Well, yep. I'm pretty sure you just summed up the entire series, right there," Stiles said snarkily. "But isn't that the point, that it is so predictable? Indy makes a few puns, saves the day, and everything ends happy 'til the next adventure."
"Okay, maybe you are right. But I still like Raiders better."
"It's really too bad, Danny. I thought you were smarter than that." Stiles took a dramatic breath, shaking his head. "Apparently I was wrong." The other boy laughed at his mock-serious expression, nudging him playfully with his arm.
"I know what we can agree on though," Danny said with a smirk.
"What is that?"
"Kingdom of the Crystal Skull sucked."
Stiles laughed, throwing his head back. "Oh my god, yes. That was beyond awful! The writers need to be stoned for that insult to cinema!"
"I know, right? Like, what was that with the refrigerator? There is no way he would have survived that blast." Both boys laughed heartily. As their laughter died down, Danny noticed just how little space was between them. His easy grin fell into a more serious expression as he took in the sight before him; Stiles bright eyes and adorably goofy expression. Without pausing to rethink his actions, he leaned in, capturing Stiles' lips with his own. The other boy froze, drawing in a sharp breath through the nose. As Danny began to pull away, Stiles remembered the conversation that originally led to him being there in the first place.
Eyes wide, Stiles stuttered out, "You didn't have to...I-It was, you said you were joking. I mean...we...we don't have to..." Danny's face crumpled into an ashamed grimace.
"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I shouldn't have kissed you. But you showed up, and I thought, maybe...no, you were just bicurious or something. Which is totally fine. I get it. I mean, it's cool. We can just finish the movie, unless you want to go. I'd understand if you didn't want to stick around." He ducked his head, unable to meet the other boy's eyes and blushing furiously.
"No, Danny. I...that's not it. Don't apologize." Stiles tentatively put his hand on his friend's knee, willing him not to notice it slightly trembling. The darker boy looked up, puzzled and slightly hopeful. "It was good. I liked it. 'It,' of course, being the kiss. Which I liked. That was good," he rambled. "Good, as in, not bad. As in, there's nothing to be sorry for and," seeing the amused smile on Danny's lips, he finished awkwardly, "and I'm gonna shut up now." He pressed his lips together firmly as if the prevent any more uncontrolled rambling from leaving his mouth.
"It was good?" Stiles nodded; Danny let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. "Good." They sat quietly for a moment, Stiles fidgeting nervously. "So..." the other boy said carefully, breaking the tension in the air, "was it, like, a onetime thing, or would you, maybe, like to do it again?" he asked hesitantly.
"I would definitely be okay doing that again, yeah," Stiles replied quickly.
Danny bit his lip to keep from grinning. "Cool."
"And maybe again could be right now?"
"Now, it is," Danny chuckled. He leaned forward, one hand going to the back of Stiles' head as he supported himself of the back of the couch with the other. This kiss, he was pleased to note, was not nearly as one-sided as the first. The other boy was kissing him back, despite his clumsy, hesitant movements. His hands fluttered awkwardly between them for a moment before settling on Danny's waist, and they began to find a rhythm in their efforts.
An unexpectedly strong jolt of desire shot through Stiles when the other boy's tongue traced along his bottom lip. Gasping, he pulled away, stammering, "Wait, wait, wait."
Dropping his hand from where it had nestled into Stiles' longer-than-usual hair, Danny frowned. "What's wrong?" He leaned away to give his friend some room.
"Nothing. I just, I don't want you to think I only care about getting laid." He flinched as Danny was overcome with laughter.
Clearing his throat, he attempted to force a straight face again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but, Stiles. You're a 17 year old virgin. Of course that's all you care about!
Stiles started a few times, unable to form a coherent response. After his lovely impression of a gaping fish, he finally pulled out a full sentence. "I'm not saying," he squeaked out, "that it's not a big part of it, but, that, you know. It's not everything. And, at risk of becoming the next victim of the freaky virgin serial killer, I think we should maybe not do that tonight."
"Stiles," Danny said firmly, causing the fidgeting boy to still and look up at him. "I'm not going to have sex with you tonight."
He sighed in relief. "Good." Seeing the amused face Danny made in response, Stiles added, "Not that I don't want to. At some point. Just at some point that isn't right this second, because-"
"Stiles!" Danny half-shouted, cutting him off before he could work himself up into a tizzy. "Take a breath. Calm down. I knew what you meant."
Forcing himself to speak more slowly and breathe, he continued, "Right. What I meant is that I'm kind of new to the whole 'likes kissing guys' thing and," he trailed off.
"And you need to get used to it first. I totally understand." Danny smiled supportively as the other boy sighed in relief. "Now why don't we shut up for a while and watch the movie?"
"Sounds good to me." For the remainder of the film, Stiles made a point to stay quiet. He had more than enough to think about that he really did not want to spill out in another wave of verbal diarrhea.
After the movie ended and making sure to gather his belongings, Stiles stood somewhat awkwardly near the front door. The other boy had also gotten up from the couch and was standing across from him looking faintly amused with the whole situation. Stiles ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit. "So...I guess I'll be going now. I'll see you tomorrow at school, probably."
"All right," Danny said with a grin as he opened the door. "Drive safe."
"You too," Stiles replied automatically, cringing as he realised what he'd said. "Which is what I would have said if you were driving anywhere. So I'm just gonna stop talking and go now. Night." He backed out of the house, tripping slightly on the doorway. The other boy chuckled. "Shut up," he groaned.
"Good night, Stiles," Danny said, not even trying to cover up his amusement at the spastic boy's exit.
AN: Originally this was supposed to be twice as long but I changed my mind and cut it off at what was really a natural stopping point. I hope you are enjoying this so far. I have no idea how long this will go on, but I have a few chapters written already.
On a side note, Last Crusade is my favourite Indiana Jones movie, but unlike the boys (and the majority of movie goers) I liked the fourth one with Shia Labouf, but I don't mean to offend anybody with any of the things I wrote about the movies. Also, in the tumblr post, they are supposed to argue about Star Wars, but I haven't seen those recently enough to feel comfortable writing that bc I couldn't do it justice.
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