Punctuation while texting is important

To: Stiles

From: Derek

I want you

Stiles looked at the message again. Yup, it definitely said "I want you". His heart raced a little and the tips of his ears got a little red. If his mouth was dry, who could blame him right? That the statement alone got him semi erect, well that was no one's fault. I mean he was a teenage boy and someone just said those magic words. Well, texted them, but that totally counts in this generation.

Stiles is actually in the locker room as lacrosse practice having just finished. He surreptitiously looks around to see if anyone is watching before checking the message again. God, okay his heart is like beating super fast. So does he bring the lube and condoms or is Derek supposed to supply them? He is so concentrated on the thoughts rambling through his head he didn't notice when Scott sneaks up on him. "What you staring at so hard? Contemplating sending Lydia a text message?" So of course Stiles jumped at the sound and managed somehow to throw his phone at the wall.

"Scott! Damn it! What have I said about sneaking up on me. If that's broken you are so paying for a new one." Stile's practically yells. He notices that Scott looks halfway between ashamed and a laughing. The other boys have no such compunction. They are just flat out laughing at him. "Guilty conscience much." Jackson says as he steps on the remnants of Stiles phone on the way out. "Like what the fuck Jackson, that might have been salvageable." Stiles feels compelled to say. Really he knew when the phone hit the wall there was no hope for it after all it landed in around 20 pieces. He just really hoped that the sim card was still functioning. I mean he had saved all of Derek's text messages (not that there were many) on it, including that all important last one. Scott starts handing him the pieces looking all apologetic, one of them looks like an intact sim card. "Didn't your dad get that warrantee plan for your phone?" "Yeah, well, you're still waiting in line for me to get a new one, and you owe me two days worth of curly fries , and you owe me a date night with like no mention of Alison." He's totally justified with that last one.

Scott looks at his own phone and says "Well, I could hang out tonight..." Stiles panics and then clams himself thinking werewolf...werewolf.. heart lying thing. "Well I kinda have plans..." Fortunately Scott's face lights up at some text from Allison just then, so he doesn't notice that Stiles hasn't said with whom. "Cool, so later then right? We can like do the phone tomorrow or something.?" Scott says this halfway out the door. "Yeah, we'll talk tomorrow" Stiles agrees. "Uh hey quick question?" He asks Danny as the boy passes him on the way to the door. Danny rolls his eyes at him "I'm not answering anymore of your am I cute to gay guys questions Stiles." "No, it's not that. Well, not really. I mean if a guy sends you a text that he wants you, then he's got to find you cute right?" He looks at Danny and catches his nod before continuing "So..that's kinda a booty call right? I mean if a guy says he wants you doesn't it mean like come over? And if it does, do you like bring the you know lube and stuff?"

Danny looks at him and sits on the nearest bench. "So you and this guy ever do anything before?" Stiles shakes his head no. "Well, I mean he has like brushed up against me like a lot and he's like always like finding reasons to touch me? And like yesterday he pushed me up against a wall and we kinda had this moment? Well, I wasn't certain at the time that it wasn't you know one sided? And I'm not certain if he caught that I was getting a stiffy, but then the message so?" Danny has been nodding his head as Stiles has been talking so, he's not feeling like he's a freak for feeling so hesitant.

"I'd say that he's definitely hot for you. So why not go for it. I mean you show up and maybe nature takes it course. I'd bring the lube and condoms, because it's always better to be safe than sorry or not to be able to follow through. Yeah, I'd take it as a booty call. And hey if it wasn't you turn it into one."

As Danny talked all Stiles could think about was that he could totally do this. Just show up and Derek's and say "I want you too" or maybe he should just try to kiss him. "Cool, great...thanks Danny." Danny shakes his head at him "No problems. Just make sure to shower! And wear something like tight."

"Shower and tight...I can totally do that."

A very rushed hour later Stiles is showered, dressed and teeth brushed. His Dad had already left for the station, so he didn't have to make up any excuse about why he was leaving the house. He'd been careful in the shower not to use too much scent and had bypassed the cologne for deodorant. Breathe check one more time, pocket the keys, wallet check, and lube check. Okay so he's got everything. Stile's jumps in his car and throws on what he considers to be sexy tunes that he can get hyped up to. Singing along to the music, Stiles does his best not to think at all. He doesn't want to be too panicked to follow through on the rest of the night and preplanning too much just ruins the spontaneity or so he's heard. God he hopes Isaac isn't there, or better yet, he hopes creepy Uncle Peter isn't there. There are just some people that you don't want to be listening while you lose your virginity. Oh my god...I am losing my virginity! Okay stop thinking about it just sing along to the song...

Stiles is totally not certain how he got himself safely to Derek's house given the number of times his mind slipped away from the music to thinking about sex. He totally has wood, but that's got to be a good thing right? So figuring that there is no way he's going to be able to sneak in, werewolf hearing and all, (and besides he's kind of invited right?) Stiles just walks in the front door.

Of course Derek just kinda looms over him, backing him into the door the second he closes it behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Stiles swallows hard. "Well, you said you wanted..." Before he could finish Derek interrupted him "Good you got my message." "Yup, definitely...loud and clear.." "So..." Derek asks him looking expectantly. Oh Jesus, does that mean he's expecting me to take the first step? Well I suppose technically Derek already did by texting him, so maybe now it was Stile's turn to reciprocate? It's like moments like this where Stiles wished the term pocket bear really mean a teeny tiny gay man that he could pull out of his pocket to ask for advice. So thinking of Danny's advice and Derek's increasingly frustrated face, Stiles slaps his hands on either side of Derek's face and just plants one on him. He knows it's totally not skilled, but enthusiasm has to count for something right?

Two seconds later he's shoved away rather violently, his head hitting the door. "What the fuck Stiles?" Derek says with a growl. "Uhmmm well...uh..I want you too?" Stiles can't seem to stop the words from coming out even though he has this sinking feeling that something just isn't right. "I mean you sent me that text?" "Yeah, that I want you to do some research for me." Oh crap. Shit. How did he get this so wrong..I mean the message just said I want you? Stiles could feel the humiliation begin to burn in his gut. His face was flushed red and he couldn't take his eyes off of the floor. "ok...so I'll just be going now. But you know, next time, punctuation and texting entire sentences in one text, not two! " He says as he tries to get the door open behind him while wiggling away from Derek.

Derek leans in and shoves the door closed, crowding Stiles back against it. God as if this wasn't humiliating enough already. Stiles keeps his head down and neck bent slightly in a submissive non threatening way. He just didn't want Derek to get it in his head to scare the shit out of him to get him to back off. "Okay, look I get it. Typing error thing. Scott broke my phone before I got the rest of you texts. It's cool . It's just my mistake. Hahahaha funny right stupid kid thinking the totally hot older guy digs him. But it's great, I'm used to no. I do no really really well. So it totally won't even be remotely awkward at like pack meetings and stuff."

"Who said I'm saying no." Derek growls in his ear. "Uhmmm you shoved me?" "You think that's hot." Derek replies. Stile's flushes red again this time partially embarrassed and partially aroused. His heart foolishly charges ahead again with renewed hope. "So, Danny was right? Even though it wasn't a booty call, I can turn it into one?" If his voice squeaked at the end of that question, well that was between him and Derek. Stiles see's Derek's eyes flash before his mouth is consumed by Derek's. When Stiles was sufficiently floating on what must be the metaphysical cloud nine he vaguely hears Derek growl in his ear "Yes."

Needless to say, Derek is very careful texting after that with everyone but Stiles. Stiles occasionally get these texts that leave him hanging. For example he got this one just this morning on his way to school.

To: Stiles

From Derek

I want you to come

When he gets messages like this? Well he just takes it as an open invitation to show up and seduce his boyfriend all over again.