"Hey." Kyle walked up to the lunch table on Monday, gesturing at the chair next to Stiles. "Is this seat taken?"

"Mmm, nope." Stiles shook his head, taking his backpack and moving it off of the chair.

They had talked after the date, deciding not to tell anyone that they were dating, and Stiles had informed Kyle that he would keep that promise, except that he was going to tell Scott. Kyle had laughed and said that he understood, and now here they were, sitting awkwardly at lunch in front of everyone.

"Kyle, how was your weekend?" Lydia asked, taking a sip of her bottled water.

"Oh, it was good." Kyle smiled, and he hated himself for being unable to keep back the blush that was forming on his cheeks.

"Yeah?" Lydia asked. "What did you do?"

Kyle was prepared for that. He had spent all of Sunday working on his homework, and his cover. He knew that, if this was going to work, there were certain things that he had to figure out, things that he had to learn to do, that maybe he hadn't done in high school. He had been driven, motivated, he had never been in with the in crowd, but he had also never been on the outside, either. This? This felt like the "in" crowd in a lot of ways, but he wasn't sure. It didn't matter. This was where Stiles was, this was where he needed to be.

"God, it's boring, but I mostly unpacked, we are still sort of in the process of moving, so I did a lot of that, and I'm playing catch up in like, every single class, so lots of homework, and yeah." He shrugged. "That was my super interesting weekend."

"Riveting," Lydia said, clearly bored by the answer. Perhaps she was hoping for more juice, and while yeah, there was juice between Stiles and Kyle, he wasn't going to be the one to talk about it.

"If you still need help playing catch up, I can help you after school," Stiles offered. It seemed harmless, but both he and Kyle knew what he really meant by that. Sure, he would help him with work, but at this point, there was more to it, it was loaded, and Scott was the only other person who knew.

"Yeah, that would be great." Kyle nodded, smiling at Stiles.

"Okay. Well I have lacrosse, but you can come over after," he stated.

"Actually," Kyle bit his lip, looking at the whole group. "I was sort of thinking about going out for lacrosse, if there's a spot for me."

"Oh, so you're an athlete?" Lydia looked back up at him, her interest piqued again.

"I mean, never lacrosse before, but I know the game is played. I mostly played soccer in-" Kyle stopped himself, because he had almost said "high school." He needed to watch out for that, getting comfortable enough in conversation with these kids to let things slip out that shouldn't. He didn't want to blow his cover and jeopardize Stiles' safety, but at the same time, this was his first time under cover, and it wasn't the easiest thing in the world. "In Kansas," he finished.

"Our soccer team is hopeless," Lydia pointed out. "Lacrosse is definitely a better choice."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. I mean, I know how the game is played, I'm fast, I figure the rest will come naturally…or it won't, and I'll be warming the bench all year." He shrugged, and Stiles looked at him fondly, because there was something really pleasant about Kyle's easy going attitude.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with warming the bench," Isaac said with a smile, slinging an arm around Stiles. It was condescending, but in a friendly way.

"Get off me," Stiles muttered, pushing Isaac off of him. "I'm the best damn benchwarmer there is," he pointed out.

"I didn't say otherwise," Isaac teased.

"Well as long as you don't take my position as number one bench warmer," Stiles said with a smile as he looked at Kyle. "We can all talk you up to the coach."

"Are you kidding? He'll put him on the team," Scott said, looking Kyle over. "He looks athletic, and if he's fast? He may not be first line or anything, but he'll definitely be on the team."

It was true, Finstock didn't turn many people away. That didn't mean that they saw a moment on the playing field in an entire season, but at least they could say they were on the team, have that camaraderie, and it was a nice feeling.

"Awesome." Kyle smiled, and the rest of lunch devolved into talking about their weekends. It seemed that no one had actually done anything interesting, well, except for Kyle and Stiles, but they kept theirs under wraps.

"Wow, that really was easy," Kyle mused as he and Stiles walked towards their cars after lacrosse practice. Finstock had agreed to let Kyle on the team, and Kyle did vaguely wonder if the Sheriff had talked to him, but it honestly didn't matter if he had or hadn't. Kyle wasn't there to be a lacrosse stud, he was there to protect Stiles.

"Yeah, I mean, it's not that hard to make the team – I did it!" He grinned.

"Come on, I'll bet you're good," Kyle shoved him playfully, and Stiles smiled, shaking his head.

"Not really, I…" he put up quotation marks with his fingers. "Lack focus and the proper motivation to really tear up the lacrosse field, as well as the killer instinct required to make me vicious," he stated, parroting Finstock.

"Interesting." Kyle smiled. "I think it's good that you don't have that killer instinct."

"You do?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah." He nodded. "You're nice, you're a genuinely good guy, Stiles. I like that about you."

Stiles blushed, and Kyle bit his lip, because hot fucking damn. This kid – and he had to remind himself that he was, in fact, a kid, was starting to really drive him crazy.

"Do you, um, want to drive with me, and then later I can bring you back here to get your car, or…"

"I can just follow you."

It seemed best to Kyle that he have his own car, that he be able to get out of the situation if it went the wrong way. He was starting to think that this fake dating thing was a terrible idea, because he knew that he was going to have to kiss Stiles, and if he kissed him, well, he was going to have to fight every instinct his body had to try and control himself. He needed to be professional, and right now, looking at Stiles, his thoughts were anything but. He was royally fucked.

"Alright, sounds good." Stiles hopped into his jeep, and Kyle tore his eyes away, getting into his own car and following Stiles back to the Stilinski house.

They started off studying…for about 16 minutes before it became clear that there wasn't going to be any focusing at all. Stiles practically threw his copy of The Awakening across the room as he moved towards Kyle, and Kyle wanted to insist that they had to study, he wanted to be responsible, and tell Stiles no, that homework came first, but that just wasn't an option.

He met Stiles half way, pulling him into a kiss in the middle of Stiles' bedroom floor. It was sloppy and awkward for about 2.5 seconds before they fell into a rhythm, and then? Well, it was anything but.

Stiles was eager, he was aggressive, but not in a threatening or scary way. He knew what he wanted, and he was going for it, and there was something so hot about that, not to mention the fact that Stiles was one hell of a kisser. He didn't use too much tongue, which was incredibly rare, and he knew just how to tilt his head to drive Kyle absolutely insane.

Kyle's hands found their way to Stiles' hips, and Stiles leaned back, pulling Kyle down so that Kyle was on top of Stiles on the floor.

It wasn't until Stiles started pulling at the hem of Kyle's shirt that Kyle sobered up and realized what he was doing. He sat up, still straddling Stiles, and looked down at him. Stiles' cheeks were pink from the slight workout they had just gotten, and his mouth was half open as he chest rose and fell with the slightly elevated breathing.

It was gorgeous, and almost enough to keep Kyle from doing what he knew he had to.

"I…" Kyle bit his lip. "We need to talk about…this," he gestured between himself and Stiles.

"Did I do something wrong?" Stiles asked, his face suddenly riddled with concern.

"What? No." Kyle shook his head. "God, no. I just…I want to take things slowly," he admitted. "The last guy I was with…" he trailed off, because yeah, that wasn't a lie. The last guy he was with, he'd gone too fast, and he had gotten hurt when he learned they wanted different things.

"Oh, shit…sorry." Stiles slid out from under Kyle, nodding. "Yeah, we can take it slow, sure." He smiled. "I just…I really like you, Kyle. If you're worried about that being false, me using you for, you know, sexytimes, that's not…that's not it."

"Thank you." Kyle smiled, reaching over and handing Stiles his copy of the book. It was awkward, going back to studying after that, and the glances they shared were close to sinful, but it was worth it. Kyle had to maintain some semblance of professionalism, even if that was increasingly more and more difficult with Stiles looking at him like that.

A/N Alright, there's more of Kyle wrestling with what's right, and what he wants. I hope that you guys are still enjoying this! Thanks so much for reading!