Still not dating

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Author's notes: Wow, it's been a while since "Not dating" was put up. Hope you guys are still interested in a sequel, 'cause it's going up regardless. This one is finished (no cliffhanger this time) and I'll be uploading the rest over the next few weeks.

Constructive criticism is welcome.

"So...do you find me attractive?"

The boys continued looking at each other.

"...well..." Danny gave Stiles a mockingly-serious once-over. "Meh."

"What?!" Stiles asks, outraged (though the giant grin on his face kind of screws-up the effect). "Well, I never!" He hits Danny with a throw pillow. "I'm a GREAT catch and you know it."

Danny laughs at Stiles' over-the-top reaction, fending him off the pillow with his own. "Well, you know, come to think of it..." He gives Stiles another once-over, when the other pauses. "...I've had better." He winks at Stiles.

"Oh, I'll show YOU better!" Stiles says, tackling the laughing teen. "You'd be lucky to have a piece of this. Hell, you should just be honored to even LOOK at my magnificence!" He manages to pin Danny to the couch, who's feebly struggling against Stiles and his laughter.

"Sure, whatever you say, Casanova," Danny replies as he slips out of Stiles' hold, wrestling them both to the floor. Stiles reached up and managed to snag Danny's striped shirt, but Danny slips out of the shirt, backing away warily. Stiles tosses the shirt aside with a growl.

"You're not getting away that easy, bucko! You're going to admit I have a hot ass."

Danny smiled wickedly, eyes dancing, hands out to the side. "Bring it, hot stuff."

The two boys circled around each other, feinting at each other, trying to lure the other in. This time, Danny lunged at Stiles, managing to pin him on the couch. "Aw, poor Stiles. Were you distracted by the gun-show?" Danny flexed a tanned arm, sitting on Stiles' legs to keep him pinned. Stiles snorted in response, wiggling his hips to break free. Shifting his weight in response, Danny's knee rubbed against Stiles' side and the other teen...twitched.

Danny could feel the mischievous smile spreading across his face. Gaze locked with Stiles, Danny deliberately lowered a hand to Stiles' side, ignoring the horrified whimpering noises. "Are you...ticklish?" he asked, ghosting a hand down Stile's ribs. Stiles twitched again.

"NO!" Stiles denied.

"I think someone's ly-ing..." Danny sing-songed. "It's TICKLE TIME!"

"NOOOOOOO! Hahaha, stop, nononononono!" Danny's fingers were everywhere, running up and down Stiles' ribs. His struggling wasn't doing any good; it was actually making it worse, since his shirt was riding up, giving Danny access to bare skin. "Ahahaha...nooooo~!"

Stiles squirmed and twisted, but Danny pinned his arms, trapping them above Stiles' head one-handed. "AUGHHHHHH!" Stiles moaned, as Danny hit a particularly sensitive spot. The damn teen's clever fingers were everywhere, running up and down Stiles' vulnerable sides. "Uncle! Uncle!"

Danny finally relented with a wide smile stretching his flushed cheeks, sitting back slightly on Stiles' legs. He was surprisingly out of breathing.

Stiles returned the smile, panting for breath. "Damn, you've learned my one true weakness." The other teen just grinned back at him toothily.

"Yeah, I win by default from now on."

Mock-scowling, Stiles grabbed at Danny's side. Raising an eyebrow at him, Danny smirked. Stiles tried again, moving up Danny's ribs. Danny's mocking smirk widened.

"Seriously? Nothing?" Stiles ghosted a hand up-and-down, Danny stubbornly refusing to react.

"Two older siblings. Immunity was necessary to survival." Danny shrugged at the unspoken 'unfair' in Stile's glare. Danny shrugged again, saying "You'll never find my ticklish spot."

"Ah-ha! So there IS one!" Stiles re-doubled his efforts. Maybe he's not sensitive enough? He watched Danny for any reaction as he slide his hands up the other teen's torso, grinning when Danny grunted in response. Stiles ghosted up his friend's warm skin, but Danny went back to being a rock. Stiles pouted again. He opened his mouth, "C'mon, Danny, wh-"

Someone coughed, loudly, behind them. They both looked up to see Stiles' dad in sweats and a tee, cheeks flushed. "Danny. Stiles." He cleared his throat, eyes meeting theirs briefly before darting to the wall behind them. "Son, you know the rules. I think it's time Danny headed home."

Stiles and Danny blinked at the sheriff, then at one another. They took in their mockery of intimacy: Danny, sitting on a nearly shirt-less Stiles' lap. Stiles caressing Danny's shirtless (and rather muscular, seriously, how often did he workout?) torso. Stiles carefully met Danny's eyes. Danny stared back, biting his lip.

Stiles wasn't sure who started it, but they both burst into helpless laughter. Oh, this is not going to help those rumors…

"Danny...probably...not...helping!" Stiles choked out as Danny fell on top of him. Danny hide his face, laughter bubbling and warm against Stiles' neck. Stiles, for his part, couldn't meet his dad's eyes, afraid that if he saw his dad turn any more red, the laughter would never stop.

When it was apparent the two teens were going to be laughing for a while, Stiles' dad cleared his throat again and left the room, tossing back a reminder to clean-up. He trusted Stiles to follow the rules (on occasion).

It took a few minutes, but the boys finally managed to stop giggling. Stiles pulled out a pillow sitting uncomfortably under his hips, almost knocking Danny off the couch. The other teen hadn't made a move to climb off Stiles yet, but Stiles didn't exactly mind the warm body on top of him. It was a chilly night. Danny shifted his weight so he was half on the couch and half on Stiles, still shaking with the occasional chuckle. It was oddly intimate.

Stiles mock-leered at Danny. "Comfy?"

"Mmm…warm. You make a nice pillow…" Danny batted his eyes at Stiles, head resting on the other boy's chest. "Snookums."

Stiles groaned. "No. Absolutely no cheesy pet names," he said. "One of us has to have standards in this fake relationship."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm here."

"No, you're the arm candy. I'm the brains of this operation."

Danny snorted. "Yeah, right. You're totally the Pinky to my Brain, dude."

"As if! You're the Robin to my Batman. No, you're Alfred, the butler."

"Oooh, ouch, dude. Burn." Danny rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows Alfred was a total badass. Like Willikins."

"Willikins? Like, Lady Sybil and Sir Vime's butler, Willikins?"

Danny nodded. "Bit off a guy's nose..."

"…childhood weapon of choice was a hat with sharpened pennies sewn into the brim..."

"…'accidentally' stabbed a flamethrower-wielding assassin with an ice pick..."

Stiles considered this for a moment. "Okay, fine. You can be Batman's BAMF butler."

"Thank you. Ever so kind of you," Danny mumbled into Stiles chest.

Stiles grinned at Danny sleepily (him lying on top of Stiles probably should have been weird, but Stiles had always been a tactile person). "'m falling asleep. Again."

His laugh tickled Stiles' skin, his arms snaking around Stiles' chest. "Yeah, I kind of see why your dad thinks we're dating, with your habit of falling asleep on me."

Stiles scrubbed his face, trying to wake himself up. "Hey, that only happened, like, twice. Wait," he counted silently in his head, "or maybe three? Four times? Whatever." He yawned widely. "You're lying on me this time. Totally different."

Danny smirked. "Well, you're just very comfortable." Stiles smiled in response, oddly pleased.

They sat quietly for a few minutes, the movie playing again in the background. Eventually, Danny slowly disentangled himself from Stiles, ignoring the teen's protests. "I should probably get going."

"Yeah, I guess it's kind of late." Stiles yawned again, going into a full body stretch. "Oh, that's okay. I'll get that later," he tells Danny when he starts putting the family room to rights. "Lemme walk you to the door."

Danny insists on picking up the living room a little and, with the two of them cleaning, the family room ends up pretty much the way as it was at the start of the night. They work in companionable silence, not wanting to disturb Stiles' dad. Danny grabs his backpack and Stiles brings up their revelation again as they walk to the door.

"So, in all seriousness, what should we do about the fake dating thing? I wouldn't want to make your boyfriend jealous."

"Ex-boyfriend."

"Huh?"

"Ex-boyfriend," Danny repeats, shrugging uncomfortably. "We broke up a little while ago."

"Aw, dude. Sorry to hear that." Stiles tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me? We could've had a bro night."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Yeah, kind of what I was trying to avoid." He sighs. "It's okay, he was kind of a jerk."

"So, why were you dating him?"

"Well, he was hot."

Stiles laughs. "Dude, seriously? C'mon, you have to have higher standards than that."

"Well…" Danny grinned wickedly. "There was this one thing that he did with his tongue when we were…"

"Augh!" Stiles clapped hands over his ears. "TMI! TMI!"

Danny laughed, pulling Stiles arms down. "Oh, you know you want the details."

"Please. Awkward teenaged fumbling? I get enough of that from Scott."

"Ha, tell me about it. I still remember when Jackson and Lydia first starting going out." Though it probably wasn't quite the way Stiles was thinking; Danny still remembers going online together, trying to help Jackson figure out how to 'make it feel good' for her (seriously, asking the gay guy about women? How cliché). "Anyways, what are we going to do about our supposedly secret, wild romance?"

"I dunno. I guess we could just talk to them about it." Stiles shrugged. "It'll probably blow over on its own anyway."

"Well, wouldn't want it getting in the way of your romances, eh, Casanova?"

Stiles really hoped that nickname didn't stick. "Ha, ha. Yes, my wild and crazy social life would take such a hit. The guys and gals are just beating down my door. Anyways, I'll talk with Scott sometime. I doubt it's spread all that far."

Guys? Danny thinks to himself. "Sounds good. I'll talk with Jackson too, just in case. Are you going to talk with your dad?"

"Oh man, yeah. Dude, I can't believe he was grilling you at dinner. Sorry about that."

Danny shrugged sheepishly. "He wasn't so bad."

"Well, thanks for being cool about it."

"Whatever," Danny grinned easily at Stiles. "So, this was fun. We should do it again sometime, yeah?"

"Totally."

"Well, night."

"Night."

Danny hesitated at the door. There's an awkward pause, as both teens try to figure out if they should shake hands or wave or what. Stiles solved the problem with a roll of his eyes, pulling Danny into a quick hug with an off-hand "I think we're past the handshake phase. But I don't kiss on a first date." Smiling at each other, Danny headed to his car and Stiles went upstairs to get ready for bed.

This has been a good night, Stiles thinks as he falls asleep.

*BEEP*

*BEEP*

*BEEP*

Groaning, Stiles haphazardly waved his hand at the noise. "Make it stop…" he mumbled, striking randomly. "Sleeeeep…" His hand eventually connected with his alarm clock, shutting off the too cheerful radio DJ blathering about some celebrity. Or music. Or something.

"…unnnnh…" rolling over and wrapping himself in his blankets, Stiles prepared to sleep the morning away. "…alarm…need to turn you off…weekend…" he grumbles as he attempted to drift-off again. He turned around, trying to find a more comfortable position. But it's no use; his brain was awake and… Stiles sniffed the air. Was that…bacon?

…bacon would be nice.

Groaning, he sat up in bed and stretched. Untangling his legs from his comforter and slipping on a sweater, shivering in the chilly winter air, he followed the smell of sizzling bacon down to the kitchen, finding his dad at the stove.

"Morning Dad," Stiles says around another yawn. "Bacon?"

His dad waved. Without turning around, he said, "Before you start, it's turkey bacon; you got rid of the real stuff."

Stiles grinned at his dad, manfully resisting urge to pat him on the head. Slumping down at the kitchen table, head in his hands, he asks if his dad needs any help (though breakfast was the one meal he let his dad cook).

"You could make some toast. And coffee. Coffee is good." Neither of them was a morning person. Stiles shuffled to his feet to comply; between the two of them, they managed to have breakfast on the table in a few minutes. They ate silently, waking up slowly to what would hopefully be a lazy Saturday morning. Stiles contemplated what he wanted to do as he chewed on the delicious bacon. Research, maybe? Gaming? Intriguing.

While Stiles was still mulling his plans over, his dad cleared his throat. Stiles looked up. Uh-oh. That's his 'we-need-to-talk' face, Stiles thinks to himself.

"What's up, Dad?" When his dad looks uncomfortable, Stiles gets even more nervous.

His dad cleared his throat again. "I just thought we should talk. About Danny. You and Danny. Being…safe." A blush was slowing rising on his neck.

Stiles took a moment to figure out what his dad is talking about. His eyes widen when he figures it out. "Oh. My. God, Dad, no we-"

His dad interrupts, not meeting his eyes. "I know we've had this talk before. And I'm not going to ask for details, but if you want, I can pick up some pamphlets about safe…erm…safe sex." They're both bright red now. "Between men. Just so I know that the two of you are being. Safe. With each other." He cleared his throat again. "Just…yes. And, if you want to talk about anything. Just, um…I'm here."

"Oh my god! Dad, Danny and I aren't dating!" Stiles exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly. "Just…no…I mean, Danny is great and all, but we're not…he's not…I'm…" Stiles brain hurt. His day had been going so well. It had started with bacon (albeit turkey bacon, but still, bacon!). He did not expect to be ambushed by the sex talk with his dad (again).

His dad frowned at him. "Stiles…" he sighs. "You don't have to hide this from me."

He looks disappointed. Crap. "Seriously Dad. Dad," Stiles said, catching his dad's eyes. "Danny. And I. Aren't. Dating. Okay?" Stiles looked at his dad, willing him to believe him.

"Really?" Stiles nodded. "Oh…but…I mean, you guys…" His dad looked at him again, confused. "Are you sure?"

"Dad, I'm pretty sure I would know if I was dating Danny." Pretty sure, anyway, Stiles thinks. ""If we were dating, I would be shouting it from the rooftops. I would be printing posters if I managed that feat. I mean, Danny's…" Stiles pauses. "Danny's…he's pretty hot," he mumbles.

"Oh…okay. Um…sorry."

Stiles waved his hands, sweeping it under the rug, trying to will his blush (and certain thoughts of Danny) away. "No, no, it's fine." This time, it's Stiles that clears his throat. "But, um…why did you think that?" Stiles asks, figuring he might as well.

"Well, I, uh…" his dad stumbles, his mouth falling open as he looks for an answer. "Um…I, uh…may have walked in on you guys. A couple of times." The blush is coming back. "When you were, uh…cuddling. On the couch."

Stiles felt an answering blush building. "Oh my god…" he groans, covering his face in his hands.

"You guys looked really cute," his dad continues, teasing. "Maybe you should think about it."

Stiles groaned again.

"I mean, Danny would make a great boyfriend. I would approve of him; he seems like a good influence on you. Stable, courteous." Stiles dad continued, warming to the subject. "And I wouldn't have to worry about either of you getting pregnant. You should ask him out son."

Oh god, his dad almost sounds like he's actually given the idea actual thought. Stiles groaned, letting his head fall onto the table. "How is this my life?"