Stiles POV

It turned out Stiles was right, all of his teachers except one had barely given his hoodie a second glance. Surprisingly, the one that did was coach Finstock, although Stiles was pretty sure that was because of his really bad excuse to get out of gym class and not his inappropriate summer clothing. Apparently, saying you have a really itchy genital rash earns you a get out of gym-free card as well as a particularly disturbed look and a grumbled "see the damn nurse, Balinski".

Upon deeper reflection, however, telling his lacrosse coach, gym, and economics teacher that he had a rash on his dick would probably rank just outside of his top ten most embarrassing moments.

So, all in all, Stiles had a rather productive day, managing to both avoid taking his hoodie off and dodge false concern from his so-called friends, all whilst functioning on less than four hours sleep.

Tapping the steering wheel Stiles hummed a mindless tune to himself as he turned into his street, his eyes squinting in suspicion as he spotted a figure perched casually on steps leading up his house's front porch. Driving closer Stiles started to grin.

It was Nicholas.

Pulling into the driveway Stiles leaped out of the jeep, slamming the door a little too roughly behind him in his enthusiasm. Trying to play-off his excitement Stiles leaned against the jeep and stuffed his hands into his hood pockets "you do know we saw each other yesterday morning right?".

Placing a hand over his heart Nick feigned a hurt expression as he stood up "are you getting tired of me already, my dear?". Rolling his eyes Stiles shook his head with a smile as Nick strode towards him.

"I think it's more likely that you'll get sick of me"

Coming to a stop in front of him, his thick muscled chest just inches away from touching Stiles own, Nick placed his hands on either side of Stiles's head and stared earnestly into his eyes.

"Does a flower tire of the sun? Or a fish grow weary of the sea?"

Huffing out a soft laugh Stiles ducked his head, burying his face into Nick's neck in an attempt to hide the blush flushing his cheeks, mumbling against the smooth skin. "You are the MOST cheesy person I have ever met".

Nick wrapped his arms around Stiles and squeezed gently, it was nice to be held. The pressure, the warmth spreading from his boyfriend's body into his, the smell! God knows Stiles can't get enough of how Nick smells, the comforting mixture of spice, sandalwood, and citrus filling his senses and soothing his mind.

Pulling away before the urge to hide in Nick's arms forever became too much, Stiles gave the blonde a cheeky grin "so, is there a reason why you're hanging out on my porch step like a creeper?".

"I will have you know, that I am a romantic creeper" Nick corrected with a pout before continuing "I actually came here to invite you out to dinner, I even booked us a table at my favourite Italian restaurant".

"Like a date?" Stiles blinked, shocked.

Tucking his hands into his loose fit dark blue jeans, Nick rocked back on the heels of his brown lace-up brogues, his soft cream coloured henley pulling taut across his chest, emphasizing the muscles which made Stiles go all fuzzy inside. "Yes, a date. Our first date in fact, after all, I can't have you thinking that my idea of a good first date was getting drunk at a nightclub".

Chewing his lip Stiles seemed to contemplate the offer for a second before grinning at Nick "alright then. But you have to let me change first okay?". Smiling, pleased, Nick nodded in agreement "take as long as you need, the reservation isn't until seven anyways".

"Come on then. You can wait downstairs whilst I take a quick shower and get changed" reaching forward Stiles gripped Nick's hand and steered him towards the door, his free hand pulling the keys from the back pocket of his jeans.

Opening the door Stiles lead Nick into the living room, depositing him gently on the couch before rushing to the stairs, calling over his shoulder with a light laughing tone "don't worry about my dad coming home! He's working late, like always".

-time skip-

True to his word Stiles only took a short time to freshen up in the shower and to change the dressing on his right arm, the scratches having started bleeding again sometime during the day and seeped through onto the bandage.

But now? Now Stiles was stuck staring blankly into his closet at a complete loss as to what to wear.

He had been staring for fifteen minutes now and was still no closer to picking out an outfit, sighing Stiles rubbed the palm of his hand over his face, silently wishing he wasn't on such bad terms with the pack, if only so he could ask Lydia for advice. She always knew what made people look good.

Well, Stiles knew for certain one thing she'd definitely tell him not to wear... plaid, which was a giant dilemma because 90% of his wardrobe consisted of plaid, or graphic t-shirts which he was also pretty certain wasn't appropriate for a dinner date. Groaning loudly Stiles grabbed a random pair of loose fit jeans, a black t-shirt, and a red plaid shirt. Screw Lydia and her fashion opinions, plaid would have to do.

After dressing himself all that was left for Stiles to do was to try and tame his hair. As usual the dark brown, almost black coloured strands were sticking up in every direction, almost as if he had been electrocuted. Having long since given up on trying to style it into anything less chaotic, Stiles simply added a bit of gel and decided to tell himself it looked tastefully disheveled and not at all like he'd just rolled out of bed.

Having already taken approximately 45 minutes, fifteen more minutes than he would have originally liked, Stiles finally sucked up the courage and made his way downstairs to where Nick was stood staring at the photographs displayed on the fireplace.

"I just need to grab my shoes and then I'm good to go. Sorry for taking so long" Stiles apologized as Nick turned around with a warm smile.

"You have a lovely home, Stiles"

Snorting Stiles shook his head in disbelief "yeah say's the guy with a bathroom bigger than most people's kitchens".

Nick rolled his eyes and smirked at the teen "you know if I didn't know any better. I'd say you were just using me for my amazing bathing facilities".

Laughing loudly Stiles made his way to where Nick was standing and gripped the back of his beck, his fingers twisting around loose dirty blonde strands as he tugged the old man closer for a deep kiss. Lips pressed hungrily against Nick's plump mouth Stiles ran his tongue against the bottom lip, stomach fluttering pleasantly as Nick responded enthusiastically, their mouths moving against each other in a slow and sensual dance. Kissing Nick was an experience that Stiles was convinced he'd never get used to, it made his heart race and blood pump hot through his veins, his entire being lighting up with sensations previously unknown to him. It was addictive and Stiles found he couldn't get enough of it, couldn't get enough of Nick as a whole.

Pulling away slightly, Stiles gazed at Nick from beneath his lashes, his lips a deep shade of pink from the kissing, his pupils blown wide almost swallowing the whole of his iris. Deep breaths mixing sweetly with Nick's exhales, Stiles slowly trailed his hand from the back of Nick's neck, letting go of the strands of hair in favour of spreading his fingers across the breadth of Nick's warm chest, and sighing guiltily.

"You're right, I really am only using you for your multiple showerhead system"

Basking for a few seconds in the warm sound of Nick's laugh, Stiles turned away and headed off to the hallway to put on his converse.