Liam Dunbar was currently experiencing something of a dilemma.

To an outsider, Liam would probably look perfectly calm and collected as he casually and thoroughly checked out the quite attractive guy down the aisle from him in the grocery store. He'd seem like nothing more than a passing admirer who may or may not make an attempt at flirting.

To someone who actually who knew Liam however, it definitely looked like he was 2.8 seconds away from having a full on fan attack/squeal fest.

Why? Well, it was because the quite attractive guy down the aisle from him in the grocery store was someone he knew and may or may not have a very huge crush on.

(Well, relatively knew. Liam had watched all of the videos he posted, all the videos starring him, and watched many of the few interviews he was in).

Yup, the quite attractive guy down the aisle of him was none other than Stiles-motherfucking-hot-as-fuck-Stilinski, the famous YouTube star.

Sucking in a sharp breath Liam grit his teeth together in a nervous habit that he was trying to get rid of. Unsuccessfully get rid of that is. Paying no mind to that fact right now, however, Liam continued to stay frozen in place as he kept staring at Stiles. Who was just there. So very close to his person that he could almost hearing the other's breathing. (Or maybe he was starting to lose his sanity a bit; they were on opposite ends of the long aisle after all).

Fuck he needed to calm down.

But it was Stiles-god-he's-so-fucking-gorgeous-Stilinski! The guy who Liam may or may not have been stalking ever since he first stumbled across his hilarious videos. The guy he'd been obsessing over in embarrassing ways. The guy who he probably spent over $500 on just so he could get as much memorabilia from him as possible. The guy he made a Tumblr account for so he could stalk him better. The guy who was right there. The guy who looked so much hotter in person. The guy who was taller than Liam in a way that did wonders for his height kink.

Suddenly Liam was overwhelmed with the urge to march over there, drop to his knees in front of Stiles and blow him for all he was worth. To suck his brain out through his dick and then let Stiles fuck him until he saw stars and tried to make them into constellations. To hell with the fact that they were in public and there were tons of people milling around. Let them see. Let them all know that Liam was the only one Stiles could do that to and-

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. REEL IT IN LIAM.

Fuck he had it bad. Also he was apparently a closet exhibitionist.

Highly aware of his flush and prominent arousal, Liam ducked his head and shuffled closer to his shopping cart in hopes of hiding away from the world. Maybe he could back out of the aisle quickly so even if he did make noise, Stiles wouldn't see him. The shopping cart would slow him down so he'd have to abandon it. He was pretty sure Mason would understand if he returned to their apartment without the groceries he promised to buy. Mason was cool like that. Problem was he needed the shopping cart to hide his excitement at seeing Stiles in person. Maybe if he sprinted fast enough no one would notice. He was a pretty fast runner. Yeah. Yeah, he could do this. He could make it. He was going to be safe.

"Uh, hi?"

Fuck he was so dead.