Stiles leaned over his desk to pretend to pay more attention to the lesson being taught on the board, but it was really to strike up a conversation with the boy in front of him. Stiles and Derek had only recently started dating, ever since he joined the lacrosse team. He may have only been seated on the bench as a starting position for every game, but he caught Derek's eye.

"Hey, Derek. I was wondering if you'd want to come over after school today. I figured since we didn't have practice and all." Stiles whispered quietly, trying not to attract the attention of other students, let alone the teacher.

Derek did nothing but nod. From the little experience he had, Stiles knew this was all he was going to get verbally from Derek. Without hesitation, Stiles leaned back in his seat and pulled out his phone. Once he had the name Derek Hale in the send bar, he began to type his message. It read out, "Not one to talk in class, huh?"

Derek's phone was on vibrate in his pocket, so once Stiles' message had arrived, he was made well aware. He pulled his phone out quietly and read Stiles' quirky text, silently chuckling. He then sent a reply. "I'm not graced with smarts like you, jackass. Talk with me after class." Derek set his phone to the side, not bothering to replace it back in his pocket.

As Stiles read the message, hoping for a cute note followed by an even cuter pet name, he felt disappointed. Nonetheless, he knew he could get clearer answers after class when they could talk one on one. Stiles dropped his phone in his back, dreading the remaining half hour of class left until school ended.

"Derek, where are you going?" Stiles managed to get out before Derek had left him completely. He stopped and turned to Stiles, giving him a gentle smile.

"I was going to drop off some books in my locker before coming back to talk." He said, grinning.

"Oh, alright." Stiles smiled, managing to find Derek's hand and give it a small squeeze of reassurance. "Hurry back."

Derek only smirked and rolled his eyes, striding away to take care of his things, leaving Stiles alone at his locker. Forty-nine. Thirty-two. Seven. His locker popped open and he placed all of his books inside, taking only his bag. He finished dumping his belongings rather quickly, closing his locker door and leaning against it, waiting for his boyfriend to come back.

In a matter of a few minutes, Derek came back and leaned against the lockers, facing Stiles. He raised his eyebrows, as if insinuating to continue his thoughts from class.

Stiles grinned, grabbing Derek's jacket zipper and playing with it. "So. I was wondering if maybe you didn't have plans, if you'd like to come over for homework and pizza." He offered, feeling really confident about how great of an idea it was.

Derek rolled his eyes when he heard the word homework. "Stiles, you and I both know that homework means movie. And pizza still means pizza." He stated.

Stiles scoffed. "I- You've only been dating me for a few months, you can't know all my secrets. Not yet." He said, offering up a pouty face.

Derek shook his head. "Better now than never?" he asked, figuring the phrase could hold some truth to it.

Stiles kept his face act up, looking glaringly at Derek. "Maybe I'll do homework to really confuse you."

"As long as I still get to kiss you." Derek replied. "That's the only reason I ever come over anyway." He added with a smirk.

Stiles let out a fake laugh and hitched up his bag on his shoulders. "You ready to go?"

Derek nodded and grabbed Stiles' hand, walking down and out the school together. As they got to the parking lot, Derek walked Stiles to his car like the gentleman he is.

"I guess I'll see you in a few minutes, then." Stiles smiled, leaning against his car and looking up at Derek lovingly. The sun shone through his hair just right to make him look even more like a god that he already did.

Derek pressed his body against Stiles' while he leaned against the car. Stiles shivered with pleasure as he did so, wrapping his arms around Derek's waist. Derek gently laid his hand on Stiles' cheek before leaning in, tilting his head just before he reached the other boy's. His slightly pursed lips little more than pecked Stiles' as he slowly ran his thumb on the other's cheekbone.

When Derek pulled away from the kiss, still keeping his body close, Stiles was at a loss for words. He still couldn't get over how they kissed. Everything felt so natural and real that he didn't know how to explain it to anyone. Stiles kept his arms around Derek's waist, making sure he didn't ruin the moment prematurely.

Derek looked down at Stiles, laughing silently. "We'll continue this at your house?"

Stiles removed his hands from Derek and turned around to open his car door. "I already told you, we're doing homework." He smirked, catching Derek's expression in the reflection of his driver's seat window.

Derek leaned in and pressed a small kiss on Stiles' ear and whispered, "Sure. Homework." This left Stiles in chills, standing motionless with his key in the door. Derek hopped in his car and sped out, leaving him to deal with Derek's sexy charm. He finally opened the car door and sat down, turning the car on, and heading home.

Stiles pulled into his driveway, slipping past Derek's car on the way. Having needed to take a moment in his car, who knows how long Derek had been waiting for Stiles to show up. He got out of his car and grabbed his bag, leaning against the car until Derek made his way up.

Derek strolled up the driveway casually, Stiles catching up with him, taking his hand. Stiles walked him to the front door and unlocked it, guiding him inside and up to his room.

The two boys sat down on the bed, leaving the door open, as that was the sheriff's rule. Stiles pulled out a binder from his bag, setting it on his lap, and opening it.

"You're going all out to convince me that this is really what you want to spend our time doing." Derek mentioned at the sight.

Stiles smirked. "I can keep this act up all night if I have to, just to prove you wrong." He admits. He knew Derek could see right through him, but he hated being so predictable and boring.

"So you admit it's an act." Derek suggested, raising an eyebrow.

Stiles lay down on the bed. "Maybe. Maybe I'm just really into this homework." He jokes.

Derek lay down next to Stiles, moving the binder out of the way. "You know you can just tell me what you really want."

Stiles moved closer to Derek's face, biting his lip. "Yeah. And what I really want, is-"

Derek interrupted Stiles to finish the sentence for him. "Is for me to kiss you?" he smirked.

Stiles chuckled and placed a hand on Derek's waist. "I was going to say pizza. But kissing you works just as well in this case." Stiles laughed, not being able to control the hilarity of the situation.

Derek grinned and gave a small peck to Stiles' nose. "If you want pizza that badly, I can wait." He said.

Stiles smirked. "You do get me, babe."