They both stared at the ceiling for a few minutes basking in their post-orgasmic glow, and catching their breath. Eventually, Stiles rolled onto his side to look at Danny.

Danny didn't even have to turn to know Stiles was staring at him, "Stop over thinking it, Stiles." He turned to face him. "I can hear your brain working." He leaned in and gave the smaller boy a quick peck, "I don't regret it. Hell, that was some of the most amazing sex I've ever had." He stopped smiling for a moment, "Do you regret it?"

Stiles seemed to snap back into focus, "No! Of course not! I-" He sighed, and reached out to stroke Danny's side. The older boy relaxed at the touch and the crease in his brow diminished. "I don't regret it. That was just... That was the first time I've had sex with someone I actually care about. It's a lot to process." He continued to make mindless patterns across Danny's arm and side, which brought Danny more peace than it probably should.

"I get what you're saying." He moved closer so their faces were only a few inches apart. "I'm glad you don't regret it."

Stiles smiled wide, and Danny returned it. Stiles kissed him deeply and Danny brought a hand up to draw him closer, but that was when Stiles reached out to put a hand on Danny's chest. "Mmm," his words muffled by the other boy's lips. "Wait," he gave him a chaste kiss. "Wait, we can't do this now." The disappointment in Danny's eyes alone was almost enough to make Stiles change his mind, almost. "Because," he continued, "we have a movie to catch." He wiggled his eyebrows and started shuffling to get out of the bed.

Danny reached for his wrist, but Stiles was quicker. "Can't we just skip the movie, and go back to the part where I rock your world again?" He whined and flopped over on the bed to admire Stiles.

Stiles laughed, and began searching the room for their previously forgotten clothes. "What makes you think you rocked my world, huh?" Danny simply raised an eyebrow, and Stiles just scoffed and rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance.

He finally managed to find Danny's boxers and jeans, and threw them in the hamper. He found and pulled on a fresh pair of Danny's briefs and bent to pick up his own boxers. "Can I wash these here?" When he stood back up Danny was up and crossing the room to him.

"Yeah, definitely." His eyes roamed over Stiles' body. "Actually, I wish you would because you look insanely hot in my underwear." He wrapped his arms around Stiles and held him close.

"Oh, really?" He cocked his head, and grinded himself against the taller boy, there was a twinkle in his eye that usually meant he was up to no good. Danny was used to it, though, and two could play at that game.

"Really. In fact, why don't you just wash all of your clothes here?"

"But then I wouldn't have anything to wear?" Danny deadpanned, and realisation dawned on Stiles' face. "Oh, you mean wear your clothes?" He smiled, "Yeah, okay."

Danny beamed, and found a flannel shirt and jeans for him, and picked out his own outfit. When he turned to look at Stiles in his clothes he groaned slightly, and Stiles smirked. "Don't get too cocky," he said when he caught Stiles' reaction.

"Oh, but I will. Very cocky." Danny rolled his eyes. "Danny has a fetish," Stiles sing-songed.

"Oh, my God, Stiles." He blushed and shook his head but smiled fondly at him as they walked out to the car.


They arrived at the movie theatre at 8:15, so they could be there early. "You pre-ordered tickets, huh?" Danny noticed when they entered, "Were you just really hyped for this date or eager to see this movie?"

"A bit of both, I guess. I'm curious to see how they portray the Winter Soldier in this universe. They've done a lot of stuff right with these reboots, comic-verse wise, but they've also been getting things wrong. You know, I wish my mom..." He bit his lip and shrugged. "Doesn't matter. You want popcorn?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." Danny studied his face briefly, but Stiles jogged up to the concessions stand and he didn't get a chance to get a read on him. Danny didn't know a lot about Stiles' mom aside from how she'd been so sick, and when she died Stiles wasn't in school for nearly a month. He remembered very little about her, but he knew she'd been really nice to him when he met her, and he'd liked her. He did have one specific memory, though. His mom was close friends with Mrs. Stilinski and Danny never saw her cry until the day she got the news.


Stiles returned with popcorn and two small sodas, practically bouncing with excitement. He looked slightly ridiculous, "You ready?"

Danny let out something akin to a giggle and was immediately embarrassed, "I- uh, yeah, let's do this."

Stiles briefly entertained the idea of pointing out that almost-giggle, but decided against it, "Okay, sweet! Lead the way." He swept his hand across his chest and bowed slightly.

Now, Danny actually laughed, and Stiles grinned and all he wanted to do was hear that sound forever. "Alright, then." He took Stiles' arm, and they went into the theatre.

When they sat down, Stiles turned to him looking oddly serious. "I must warn you: I get very into these movies."

Danny wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but he figured he was okay with it. "Okay..."

"Okay." Stiles faced the screen again, and Danny chuckled, watching him for a minute.

He was content to just sit like that all day. It turns out, getting to know every part of how Stiles acted when he wasn't being self-conscious was so appealing to him that he missed the first two previews, that was when Stiles tapped his arm and pointed emphatically for Danny to pay attention.


They were only about halfway through when they got kicked out. It seems that "getting into the movies" was more than Danny had bargained for. Stiles had been talking the whole time which Danny didn't really mind too much except when Stiles would spot something not in line with the comics and he would go on a rant. It wasn't like Stiles was exactly quiet either. In fact, he was rather loud, and that would be why a few of the other viewers moved, and complained. It was when Stiles threw popcorn at the screen in frustration that the management had finally had it, and they "asked" him to leave.

"So... um, wow."

"I know, right? That was so not what happened in the comics it's unbelievable how could they-"

"No, Stiles. I mean, what the hell?" They were outside the theatre now, almost to the parking garage and Danny was, quite frankly, worried.

"Oh..." Stiles' expression went from frustrated to upset, and Danny immediately wished he could take back what he'd said.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry."

"No, Danny, it's fine. I know I overreact." He sat down on a bench facing the street, suddenly feeling very heavy, "I'm sorry I probably ruined the movie for you. It's just..." He trailed off again, and stared at the ground so hard Danny was sure he was going to burn a hole in it.

"You didn't ruin it, Stiles. What's going on?" He sat next to him, and for what seemed like the millionth time that day tried to study his face. No matter how hard he tried, though, he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

For a while, there was a heavy silence that hung in the air, and just when Danny thought Stiles wasn't going to say anything, he took a deep breath and began, "When I was 5, my mom bought me my first comic book. It was The Flash. I carried it everywhere. I loved that book so much; I'm not even sure that it could be picked up without falling apart. My mom had loved comics when she was a kid so she was really happy that I did too. Going to the comic book store became a weekly ritual of ours. It was the best part of my week. I would pick out like twenty and she'd somehow reason me down to five. We read them when she was putting me to bed, every single night until I was 8. We would also watch superhero movies all the time.

"There was this theatre, um," He was quiet for a second to compose himself, "and it showed old superhero movies. It's probably my favourite place on Earth. We made that a weekly thing on comic store night, too. Then, if any new movies came out we would wait a few weeks before seeing it, so we had the theatre to ourselves so we could be as loud and obnoxious as we wanted. People would get mad at us, but we just didn't care. It was like we were the only two people in the world when we saw those movies.

"There were a couple of times we tried to take Scott with us. He got too annoyed with our chattering, and yelling, so we stopped taking him and it was just us. No matter what that week was like or what was going on, we always made time to go to the movies. That was the one constant, you know?" He brushed a tear from his cheek. "Sorry, I didn't... Anyway, when she got sick we couldn't go to the store or the theatre, so I would bring the books to her, and read them to her. I would also bring DVDs and put them in the hospital TVs. She would pull me up onto her bed and we'd cuddle and have the best time just being together. Just the two of us. When she died," tears were falling steadily now, "my whole world shattered. My everything was gone. I was only 10. I didn't know how to handle that!

"Comics became my life, even more so. I relied on them so heavily. I still sort of do. So," He took a deep breath, "seeing superhero movies is hard for me. They remind me of her and I don't really know how to watch them without acting like I did with her, when it was just us." He rubbed his eyes, and sniffed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cry."

"Stiles," Danny grasped his chin and turned him to look at him.

That was when Stiles lost it, he let out a sob, and Danny pulled him in close. He wrapped himself around him, and held him as he cried. Danny rubbed his back a little and kissed his neck and head and whatever he could reach. He murmured quiet reassurances as Stiles clung to him. He kept repeating, "I don't understand. I just don't get it."

After a while he calmed down, and simply rested his head on Danny's shoulder. "You know," Danny said softly, "I like to cuddle, too."

Stiles sniffed and couldn't help but laugh. They remained quiet a little longer, then Stiles spoke once more, "Will you- uh- will you stay with me tonight?" He raised his head to look in Danny's eyes. "You don't have to..."

"Of course." He brought his hand to cup Stiles' face, and pulled him in for a sweet and all together soothing kiss. "I'd love that." They rested their foreheads together momentarily, and then Stiles stood. He reached a hand to help Danny, and they walked to his car once again, Danny's arm protectively over Stiles' shoulder.


A/N: Okay, sorry for that. I actually made myself cry writing this. I wanted to show the tender side to their relationship because it's vital to their story. Also, thanks to Cricket for her ideas in coming up with this chapter. Tell me what you guys think! :) Follow, Favourite, and Review xx