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Stiles was dreading returning to his tutor so he put it off a few days but then his dad mentioned it in passing so Stiles huffed, sucked it up, and decided he'd make his big return. That day he drove his crappy jeep to the place he'd last met with his gorgeous instructor. Not that he thought of him that way... He was trying to find a parking space when, naturally, a small moving truck backed right into him. Stiles hopped out, glaring at the driver who was apologizing repeatedly. Stiles, was tempted to curse but that wasn't really his style so he just interlaced his fingers behind his head and hissed softly, looking at the damage. "Hey kid." Called that melodic voice that seemed ever-grumpy.
"Don't call me that." Stiles snapped, not in a good mood for a few reasons.
"Back for another lesson pup?" Derek asked condescendingly.
"Yeah." Stiles grumbled.
"Well I was asked to leave so we're going to have to meet at my place if you want to learn more." Derek said casually.
"So the truck is yours?" Stiles snarled.
"I'll pay to have your car fixed." Derek said rolling his eyes as he hopped on a black Kawasaki Ninja and pulled on his black full face helmet. Stiles wondered if everything in Derek's world was the color of darkness, of the night. Derek's masked eyes watched Stiles from behind the dark visor and he held out a matching helmet. Stiles stared at it for a long time before looking longingly at his car. It was done for a while and he had nothing better to do, it was Friday after all, so he warily grabbed the helmet and slipped it onto his head. He was fumbling unintelligibly with the nylon strap when Derek put a hand on his hip and pulled him close. Stiles's breath quickened and his heart was speeding before he registered what was happening, Derek was doing the strap under his chin. His heart and breathing slowed down disappointedly as he threw one leg over the back of the bike, taking position on the small seat and slipping his arms around Derek's waist, leaning flush against his back. Derek kicked the bike into vibrating life, before walking it backwards so he could pull out, going sixty in a matter of seconds, tearing through the parking lot with reckless abandon. Stiles smiled, the thrill, the rush of the wind, the adrenaline, the knowledge that one wrong move could kill him, it was intoxicating and he hugged a little closer to his instructor, vowing to do this more often. The motorcycle, not Derek... Not that he was doing Derek... Stiles shut his eyes and let his mind drift into the melodic purr of the engine and the beat of Derek's heart. When they got to their end destination, Derek parked his bike and the two got off. Derek pulled his helmet off before sighing and helping Stiles clumsily pull his off too.
"That was fun." Stiles beamed.
"I'll take you out again sometime." Derek said as his eyes looked expectant as if he knew something was coming up the road they'd just driven through. And, naturally, he was right, as the moving truck pulled up behind them. "Let's get unpacking." Derek said, clearly expecting Stiles to help. Stiles would have liked to have been consulted before about the manual labor but he supposed now, he had no choice so he joined the driver of the bike and the driver of the truck as they unpacked all the drums and such. After, the driver left and Derek began going through boxes, apparently searching for something.
"Should I make lemonade?" Stiles asked. Derek shrugged, indicating apathy and not diverting attention from his fruitless search. Stiles frowned as he went inside, figuring he'd find the kitchen on his own. And then find all the things he needed. On his own. And then make the lemonade. On his own. After helping Derek bring his things into the main hall of the massive house. Without a thank you. He set to work, feeling disappointed, both in himself and in Derek. He'd wanted Derek to be different, not like everyone who just use him. But Derek had disappointed him. And Stiles was disappointed in himself for expecting more from someone. More just wasn't in the cards for the young Stilinski. When Stiles served the lemonade Derek seemed much more relaxed and Stiles noted that his ever-present black drumsticks had returned to their usual place, poking out of his back pocket.
"So do you want to call a tow truck for your jeep?" Derek asked.
"I already did." Stiles replied, having made a call to both a tow truck and to his father.
"Do you want a lesson for today?" Derek asked looking around at the boxes, clearly wondering where his drum set was.
"No. I should get home." Stiles said, figuring Derek would need some time to unpack. Derek nodded and hopped up before leaving the room. Stiles didn't think that was the proper response but he stood and began heading to the front door. He nearly leapt out of his skin when a hand landed gently on his shoulder.
"Helmet." Derek said as he spun Stiles around and pushed the helmet into the boy's hands. Stiles faltered for a moment before grasping what was happening as Derek pulled on his own helmet and went to the bike. Stiles pulled on his helmet and went over for Derek to fasten it before hopping on. Once he knew where he was he gave Derek directions to his home.
As Stiles hopped off the bike and frantically undid the ties holding his helmet firmly to his head, he pulled off the heavy constricting skid-lid. Derek slid up his visor on his helmet and turned his bike off. "So what's the story behind the sticks?" Stiles asked touching the drumsticks reverently.
"They were given to me by someone I cared about. She's gone now." Derek said careful not to real too much."
"A girlfriend?" Stiles asked.
"My mother." Derek snorted.
"So...no girlfriend?" Stiles asked.
"Single." Derek replied gruffly.
"And ready to flamingle?" Stiles waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Derek raised his own in response.
"You offering?" He grumbled sarcastically.
"Naturally." Stiles said with a wink before flouncing into the house. Derek was frozen. Had he been teasing? Did the wink mean it was a joke? Or had that all been just his way of flirting? But as his eyes wandered to the front door it opened a crack and Stiles leaned out it with a grin.
"That was a flirtation hun." He called. "And I'll keep the helmet for our next date." He added before closing the door. Derek blushed furiously and smiled softly as he started his bike back up and took off.
