Derek knocked lightly on the front door feeling a bit weird about going to his neighbor's place. This was a first, he never even greeted his current neighbors that have been living in his area for years, but then again he never had a persistent neighbor like Stiles before.
"Come on in!" Stiles yelled from inside.
Derek turned the knob opening the door only to pause seeing smoke fill the air.
Stiles came over with blue oven mitts on and a white and red kiss the chef apron with ruffles. Derek arched an eyebrow and a look of amusement spread to his face as he eyed his neighbor's attire.
"Hey Derek, come on in."
Suddenly, the smoke alarm went off putting Stiles on high alert.
"Oh crap, give me one second, don't go anywhere."
Derek watched as Stiles ran over to the oven opening the door letting more smoke out, coughing along the way.
He grabbed a nearby hand towel and began swatting the smoke away.
Derek went over to the sliding glass door and opened it up to air out the room.
After getting the smoke under control, Stiles turned off the oven and removed the pork chops, setting them on top of the burner.
He blushed in embarrassment as he turned to face Derek
"Sorry, about that, I must have had some scrapes left on the bottom of the oven that I hadn't seen before. The good news is that the pork chops look done." Stiles stated, as he started to plate dinner.
After the table was all set, they took their seat across each other.
"So how is it you know my name?" Derek asked, knowing he never fully introduced himself.
"Oh well, I saw it on your mail. Hope you don't mind. I guess curiosity got the better of me."
"Oh sure, why not, that's not at all an invasion of my privacy." Derek replied sarcastically, as he took a sip of water.
"Sorry, I understand if you don't feel like staying." Stiles replied, apologetically.
"Nonsense, It would be a shame to waste all this food." Derek replied, grabbing his fork and knife.
Stiles watched intrigued as Derek dug into his juicy pork chop.
He smiled brightly as Derek moaned, chewing on the meat, clearly liking the taste.
"So what do you like to do for fun?" Stiles asked, eager to learn more about his mysterious neighbor.
Stiles waited patiently for Derek to answer noticing he was chewing on a piece of pork. He took a sip of his water as Derek swallowed his food.
"Fuck." Derek replied dryly.
Stiles spit out his water, stunned by his blunt response, spraying Derek with a mist of liquid in the process.
Derek wiped his face with his napkin somewhat grossed out by the spread of germs as Stiles coughed on his water.
Stiles blushed sheepishly and gave Derek a raspy sorry, finding it hard to find his voice.
"It went down the wrong pipe; he said, wincing as he slapped his chest, finding his eyes starting to water.
"Fucking huh? That's not a response you hear very often." Stiles voiced, trying to make light of the conversation.
"I suppose not." Derek said, smirking at Stiles discomfort on the subject.
"So, do you like to do anything else besides fucking, or it that it?" Stiles asked, taking a bite of his food.
Derek busted out laughing.
"Stiles, I was kidding."
"Oh." Stiles responded, blushing brightly at the news.
"I mean don't get me wrong sex is nice and all but uh…" Derek paused.
Their eyes met and all became quiet for a moment.
"To answer your question, I like to draw."