Stiles wondered the streets one night. He circled a gay bar three times before finally working up the strength to go inside. He was greeted with loud music and a lot of sweaty guys. He quickly made his way through the crowd of men and went over to the bar.
Derek was busy making drinks for a group of guys when something caught his eye. Three guys were harassing a smaller male on the other side. "I'll be right back." He said going over to them. "Hey fuck off." He said. They walked off laughing and Derek looked over at the male as he sat with his head down. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Stiles said still looking down.
"Are you sure?" Derek asked. "How old are you anyway, you look young?"
"Seventeen." Stiles said without thinking. He looked up at the bartender and the words he was about to say slip from his mind.
"You know the limit is 21 right?" Derek said smiling.
"Oh...Yeah I...please don't kick me out." Stiles said.
"I'm not going to kick you out." Derek said. "I'm Derek, what's your name?"
"Stiles." He said.
Derek placed a drink on front of Stiles. "It's nice to meet you Stiles and since this is your first time here it's on the house. Don't worry it;s not alcohol or anything."
Stiles looked down at the drink then back at Derek. "You don't have to do that."
Derek smiled. "I want too, Stiles." He said walking back to the other side of the bar.
Stiles just watched him go and as the night went on he found himself still sitting there staring at Derek as he made drinks for everyone.
Even though Derek was busy making drinks he felt the smaller teens eyes on him. So once he was finish with the group of guys he headed back over to him. Stiles lowered his head when he saw Derek coming. "Are you having a good time?" He asked leaning over the counter.
"Yeah." Stiles said.
"How, when you've been sitting here since you walked in?" Derek said. "Why don't you go dancing or something?"
Stiles shrugged. "No one asked me too."
Derek sighed. "Hang on." He said walking off. A few seconds later he emerged from behind the bar and walked right up to where Stiles was sitting. "Why don't you come and dance with me?"
Stiles slowly smiled. "I don't know how too."
"You can't be that bad." Derek said reaching out and taking his hand. He lead him to the dance floor and started to dance around him. He could tell by the way Stiles was standing there that he was nervous. "Come on just relax and have a good time."
Stiles was nervously rubbed his hands up and down his arms. He felt so out of place and awkward and it showed. "I told you that I don't know how too."
"Come on." Derek said walking up to him. He went behind Stiles and placed his hands on his waist. His head rested on Stiles shoulder as they swayed back and forth.
Stiles found himself starting to dance. The strong smell of the older male danced across his nose. Soon he felt Derek move from behind him and come back in font of him. Derek's arms went around Stiles waist as they moved together. They danced close together until Stiles felt his jeans tighten. He stopped dancing and looked down. "Sorry."
Derek noticed the budge in his jeans and smiled. "It's okay."
Stiles dropped his hands from Derek and sighed. "I've never done anything like this before." Derek's hands were still on his waist and their bodies were still close together. Stiles felt like he was going to explode.
"Stiles are you a virgin?" Derek asked and Stiles nodded. "Wow, I've never met a seventeen year old virgin before."
"Maybe I should go then." Stiles said but he still didn't move.
"Stay." Derek said. "I mean you are having a good time, right?"
"Yeah." Stiles said.
"So stay." Derek said and they started dancing again. They soon found themselves slow dancing to the fast paced music. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the smaller brown eyed teen in front of him. There was something about him that made him want to stay this way forever. A few hours later they were still slow dancing together.
Stiles knew that if he didn't leave he was going to be late for curfew but for the first time he didn't care that he was. He stared up at Derek and everything else in the room seemed to stop. Derek leans in but stops midway as if he was waiting for something. Stiles knew and he closed his eyes and met Derek the rest of the way. As they moved together and kissed Stiles ended up cumming in his jeans. He pulled away from Derek with a beat red face. "I'm sorry." He said walking off.
"Wait." Derek said going after him. He didn't reach Stiles until they were outside in the darkness. "Stiles it's really okay." He said grabbing his arm. "Look the same thing happened to me when I came here for the first time. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Okay." Stiles said and he looked at his watch and saw that it was almost midnight. "I should get home before I be late for curfew."
Derek nodded. "Hey let me clock out and I'll give yo a ride home."
Stiles smiled. "Okay."
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"So do you go to Beacon Hill?" Derek asked. He was driving Stiles home in his black camero.
"Yeah." Stiles said. "I'm graduating this year and my eighteenth birthday is two weeks away."
"Well happy early birthday." Derek said. "So do you live with your parents?"
"Just my dad." Stiles said. "My mom died when I was young so its just been the two of us." He looked over at Derek. "What about you?"
"I lost both my parents when I was ten in a house fire." Derek said. "I was with my Uncle for the weekend when it happened. After that I stayed with him until I was sixteen. That's when he died of a heart attack and I've been on my own ever since them."
"I'm sorry." Stiles said.
Derek smiled. "Don't be everything is okay with me." He finally pulled into Stiles driveway. "Here we are."
"Thank for the ride." Stiles said.
"No problem." Derek said. "Hey let me see you phone." When he got Stiles phone he programed his number in it and handed it back to Stiles. "Why don't yo call em sometime and we can hang out."
"Okay." Stiles said getting out of the car. "Bye." He waved and ran inside. Looking out the window he watched Derek until he left. Turning around he jumped. "Dad?" He said "You scared the heck out of me."
"Whose your friend?" Mr. Stilinski asked.
Stiles smiled. "His name is Derek and I met him at the club."
Mr. Stilinski never was the brightness in his son's eyes until now. "So I'm guessing that you had a good time."
"Yeah I did." Stiles said using his jacket to hide the mess in front of his jeans. "Thanks for convincing me to go out dad."
"Don't worry about it." Mr. Stilinski said. "I'm just glad that you had a good time." He said. "Your food is in the oven." He said walking off.
"Okay dad." Stiles waited until his dad went inside his bedroom before going up to his room. After changing his clothes he went back downstairs and ate his food. He couldn't stop thinking about the hot bartender and how he still had the tingling sensation of his first kiss.
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