Warmth, oh just what was so very warm. Did Stiles take a heating pad to bed with him? He couldn't remember. He made a motion to roll to his side unfortunately something hard and fleshy prevented this. Blurry eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness of his bedroom. Stiles ran a hand along the extra object in bed with him. A low grunt erupted from the beast rolling over and nearly crushing Stiles with the extra weight. "Dammit Derek." He breathes out, adjusting his body so they were both on the small bed evenly.
Not that Stiles minds sharing a bed with Derek oh no, just the opposite. He was a weird beast to tangle with when asleep but Stiles could handle it…most of the time. The alpha pointedly enjoyed snuggling up to Stiles even if it meant nearly rolling on top of him and smothering him with all of his body heat. Still even he couldn't resist watching a sleeping Derek. The pale youth positioned himself upright and pulled his companion closer, running fingers through dark locks. Sleeping Derek, one handsome devil, actually no cute was the word for it. He felt Derek's body hum against his own, clearly tired from the intense werewolf training sessions with Scott and the others.
"He's kind of cute when he isn't being all growly and I'll rip your face off." Stiles mutters, stroking Derek's cheek and leaning down to kiss his forehead. This sleepover arrangement had become a recurring theme since Derek found out what had really happened to Stiles' cheek after the whole Gerard and Kanima debacle. That little catalyst set off a chain of events of Derek getting into a serious argument with Stiles, kissing said Stiles, and somehow spending the night for the past two weeks. For some reason Stiles figured it to be more for Derek's benefit than his own. He didn't mind at all, not in the least bit. Despite his protests about hating the Alpha wolf, it was just the opposite in fact.
You would be crazy not to think Derek Hale was one sexy beast, no pun intended. Crushing was stupid, so stupid but inevitable in Stiles' case. He'd had it bad for Lydia Martin and somehow ended up falling for Derek, two unobtainable creatures of beauty. However, unexpectedly Derek decided to reciprocate said feelings and scare the living jeebus out of Stiles. "Stupid sour wolf." Derek grunts glaring back up at him making Stiles shiver. Stiles stares back, trying his best to muster a glare of his own, instead getting lost in pale green hues. A rough hand grips Stiles' cheek, stroking it slowly. Derek leans in close, watching Stiles gawk at him, looking almost expectant. "You need to get ready for school." With that Derek rises out of the bed leaving a flushed and mildly turned on Stiles to stew.
"Stiles, lunch isn't going anywhere." Scott points out. "In his case lunch is everything Scott, that's how Neanderthals behave." Lydia chimes in. Stiles glares at them both. He's taking his sexual frustrations out via eating but they don't need to know that part. "I'm just fulfilling my right as a teenage boy to eat as much as I want." He says between mouthfuls. Jackson rolls his eyes and he turns his attention back to Danny. "Remind me why we sit with them?" "Because your fear of Lydia." He retorts not missing a beat.
Danny doesn't mind the new lunch group but still wonders why Jackson is all of a sudden so buddy buddy with Scott and Stiles. Especially with that kid Isaac who just sits there seemingly happy to be around everyone but still quiet all the same. Danny notices the hot blonde…Erica chattering away with Isaac and the stoic Boyd just smiles at everyone. Danny's gaze lingers on one mouth shoveling idiot and he sighs. Jackson's nose shifts and he looks toward Danny. "No fucking way." Jackson seizes Danny's arm, dragging him away quickly whilst everyone else is left wondering just what happened. "It's Jackson…do we need any more explanation? I mean seriously he always has a stick up his ass every other day, and today isn't any different." Stiles says in a matter of fact tone. No one disagrees.
"Danny…look at me." Jackson's voice is fervent. Danny yanks his arm back, glaring at his friend with mistrust. "What the hell is this about Jackson?" "Please don't tell me you like that babbling idiot, seriously anyone else in Beacon Hills but him." Jackson relents. Sure he is…friends with Stiles to a certain level but no way in hell will his best friend pine after that fool. "Jackson…it's okay, I mean I don't know….yes?" His voice is reluctant and Jackson just shakes his head. "I don't see the big deal he's single, I'm single so why not?" Danny taps his foot in annoyance, expecting an answer.
Jackson couldn't possibly tell him about Derek. Well more so the fact his alpha cuddling up with that idiot. "It's a bad idea, and you can do better, so much better." Danny snorts. "Jackson, I know what I like and he isn't that bad, his babbling is kind of cute." Jackson shudders at the thought. How could anyone find Stiles even remotely attractive? "Do what ever you want and wait for me to say I told you so." Jackson huffs walking away; leaving a rather disturbed Danny to ponder. Jackson didn't give two shits about anyone he dated before so why the change now?
"LISTEN UP SLUTS." Coach Finstock yells out, oh him and his colorful name calling. He goes on and on about how much they all sucked at practice and he wants to see a better performance at the game Friday night. "Hey Stiles you got a sec?" Danny places a hand on the other boy's locker, smiling at him, nearly beaming actually. Stiles sat up, removing his pads and wiping away sweat and grime from the practice. "Yeah Danny whatsup?"
"Umm tonight? I'm kind of actually yeah busy, you know my dad is off and we have dinner and I'm sorry, maybe another night we can hangout?" Telling lies came too easy for Stiles now. "Sure, how about Saturday?" Since when did Danny want to hangout with him all of a sudden? "Yeah, that works see you then." Danny gives him a pat on the shoulder and rushes off to his own locker to change and shower. Well that was, odd.
The rest of Stiles' week entailed a few after school detentions courtesy of Harris, helping Derek put together an obstacle course, more sleepy time with Derek, washing his jeep, the team wining the big game, and of course Saturday hangout. Stiles decided it would just be easier if Danny came over and they could play a few video games, watch a movie, and pigout on snacks. His argument: they deserve it for winning the game! Although he didn't score any points this time, Stiles felt like a crucial part of the team.
"Dude you're so cheating! No no c'mere ugh!" Stiles tries pushing Danny's arm, hoping to mess him up from the race. As of now they were fighting for first place in a fitting match of Mario kart. Danny chuckles, dodging Stiles' attempt at his controller, moving away from him crossing the finish line, victorious. "And that makes round four, you still wanna do this?" Stiles rolls his eyes, dropping the controller on the couch and making his way to the kitchen. "Extra butter good?" He calls back. "Sounds good!" Danny replies, finding a decent seat on the couch, sipping the orange soda. He opts for the middle, hoping to get just a bit closer to Stiles.
Stiles arrives with the bowl of popcorn, plopping down next to Danny grinning. "I've been waiting to see this but no one will watch it with me." He says, picking up the remote and starting the DVD. "Legally Blonde? Really Stiles?" Danny shakes his head and grabs a handful of popcorn, moving just a little closer, lacing his arm on the back of the couch. He gives Stiles a suspicious look but opts to enjoy the movie, what little of it he expects to watch anyway.
Throughout the movie Stiles raves about how awesome the dog is, and how cool El is for getting into Harvard. Much to Danny's chagrin he's being ignored for the damn movie. He takes a chance to lean closer. Stiles turns looking at him like a lost puppy and he goes in for the kill. Stiles' body goes rigid, cool full lips press against his own, his brain losing function as he stares back at a closed eyed Danny.
Danny leans back, enjoyment scribbled all over his face from the kiss while Stiles just stares at him. "D-did I do something wrong?" Stiles swallows a hard lump as he moves away just a little bit. "Danny I'm sorry man, I'm umm…well you know kind of involved with someone else and yeah dude I thought we were just hanging out like bros, you know and I wasn't expecting that…" Danny's expression quickly shifts, standing up quickly. "Stiles shit I'm sorry I thought…" He mutters something else and makes his way to the door. "I'll see you at school." He huffs out, closing the door quickly behind him. Stiles stares back a bit exasperated, how was he going to explain this?
Right on schedule Derek shows up for their nightly sleeping arrangement. Stiles hops up from his computer chair, glad to see the alpha. "Hey I just need to brush my tee-" He's cut off by a sniffing Derek. Case in point Stiles should be used to this by now, if not a bit turned on. "Why do you smell like Armani?" Stiles pulls back only to be held in place by Derek's firm hands. "Well umm…Danny kinda hung out with me today you know he uhh calls you Miguel." Stiles can feel the sweat forming on his palms as he tries to avoid Derek's eyes. "Stiles, what happened?"
"He kissed me."
Stiles caught the flash of red in Derek's eyes. Anger etched onto the man's face. Stiles closes his eyes, getting ready for a semi verbal shouting match instead he's greeted with a hard embrace. "I told him…I was seeing someone." He chokes out, feeling Derek's hands clench his back. Stubble grazing his neck as Derek snuffles him more. Obviously trying to rub out any scent of Danny he possibly could from Stiles. Despite not being official or whatever the hell they were, Stiles wouldn't dare change it for anything. He hadn't expected Danny's Armani After-shave to rub off on him. Then again he was dealing with a supernatural nose.