Not dating

Premise: Their friends and family start thinking that Stiles and Danny are dating, even though they aren't.

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any part of "Teen Wolf" or its associated materials.


Chapter 4

With a relieved sigh, the Sheriff pulled up into his driveway, off early for once. He notes a car he doesn't recognize is parked in front of his house. "Huh. Stiles must have a friend over. That's good." Sheriff Stilinski was glad that Stiles had made a new friend. Lately, he's noticed his son seemed a little more nervous and even odder than usual. The Sheriff chalked it up partly to the fact that Scott had been spending a lot of time with Allison. And, the Sheriff thinks guiltily, because his father hasn't been around as much as he should be.

The Sheriff reminds himself for the umpteenth time that, though he has a responsibility to the town, he also has a responsibility to be there for his son. "After all of these...mountain lion attacks are solved, Stiles and I can go somewhere. Spend some quality time together."

Shaking himself, he got out of the car and headed towards the door. Maybe Stiles' friend would like to stay for dinner. For once, the Sheriff was home early enough for at least a late dinner. And knowing teenagers, even if they had eaten, they wouldn't mind a second meal. He shook his head ruefully, remembering his own days as a pizza-devouring teenager. "Those were the days," he thinks to himself as he unlocks the door.

Hearing the TV playing, but no voices, the Sheriff headed over to see if they would be interested in dinner. "Maybe we could order a pizza? Smells like they already made some food. Hehe, Stiles won't even let me into the kitchen after the toaster incident." The last time the Sheriff had attempted to make breakfast, some years ago, the fire department almost had to get involved and Stiles, only twelve at the time, had banned his father from the kitchen without supervision. "At least he learned how to use the fire extinguisher. And a mop. And I learned to order take-out." Stiles had since learned to cook and handled most of the cooking quite well. "And nags me to keep on my diet at the same time." The Sheriff shook his head ruefully again, as he moved towards the sound of the TV.

A movie was playing, something animated. Probably something Stiles had picked out; he enjoyed the wildness of animated movies. The Sheriff saw another dark-haired boy with his head tilted back on the couch, eyes closed. But Stiles wasn't in sight. Stepping further into the room, the Sheriff saw where Stiles was. And came to a complete stop. Stiles was… And his friend was… Was Stiles...?

It took a few moments for the Sheriff to process the sight in front of him. The movie kept playing in the background, completely unattended by the three occupants. Two of those occupants were currently sleeping, which accounted for their obliviousness to the TV. The third, the stunned Sheriff, had all of his attention focused on the fact that his son had his head cradled in another boy's lap.

"Oh boy..." he thought to himself. "Oh boy. Okay. What do I do?" Neither boy had noticed the Sheriff's entrance, so he had some time to decide what to do. "Okay...right," the Sheriff continued thinking to himself, trying to figure out the best course of action. Should he wake them up and...no, that sounded like a terrible idea. Stiles should come to his dad, not feel like he was caught doing something. The Sheriff wanted Stiles to feel comfortable enough to talk to him on his own. So...escape. Yes, the Sheriff could go back out to the car. Go on another patrol. And...and make sure he made more noise the next time he came back home. Right.

Slowly walking back towards the door, he winced at each creak of the floorboards. Luckily, both boys were sound asleep and didn't even notice when the door opened and closed again. In the sanctuary of his car, the Sheriff started to play out how to have this conversation with Stiles.

"Son, I'll always love you, no matter what" was about as far as he got. And dinner to meet with Stiles'…friend? Boyfriend? Lover? Oh god, he was going to have to have "The Talk" with Stiles. He was going to have to do some research. The Sheriff swallowed nervously at that thought. Hoo-boy.

Although this did help explain some of the odd behavior. The late nights, the obvious excuses for where he had been, nights spent "sleeping over at Scotts" even though the Sheriff knew that Stiles wasn't there. Not that he spied on his son; just that there are only so many times that he could catch Stiles lying before he started wondering a little about where Stiles really was up to. A relationship that Stiles wasn't too sure about yet could certainly help explain some of that. Dinner with Stiles' friend seemed more and more like a good idea.


Vaguely, the sound of a car motor drifted past the teen's sleep-fog. Danny felt a warm weight in his arms and it felt…nice. He gently petted the person in his arms, earning a gentle groan. Danny liked dreams like this. He shifted slightly, so he could better wrap his arms around the body. Nuzzling the warm, fuzzy head, he sighed. He didn't want to wake up.

Stiles felt someone caressing his sides and he groaned a little and snuggled closer to the warm lap his head was resting on. Sooo coooomfy. A nose was gently nuzzling into his neck and he tilted his head to let it in. Hmmm…how did he get here again…? The last thing he remembered was…

Both teens froze. Blinking sleep away, Stiles slowly sat up as he felt the arms around him release their hold. Glancing to this left and looked away quickly when his eyes met Danny's. Briefly, Stiles wondered if his face was red as it felt and how it was that a blush was so bright on Danny's dark skin.

Danny cleared his throat. "Um…I think we fell asleep."

"Yeah."

"Right."

An awkward silence fell between them. Stiles hated awkward silences. He always said something...

"You know, your lap is really comfortable. I think that was, like, the best sleep I've had in a long time."

...stupid.