Chapter Fourteen:

Yes, it was amazing, exhilarating and completely childish. But there were only so many inventive ways you could go down a slide with two people (most of them being intimate and making Stiles blush…but hey, it was a date) and eventually both Toby and Stiles realised they'd have to stop and do something else.

The playground was completely bare of children, which even in winter, was pretty weird for a weekend- but gave both boys an air of privacy as they sat side-by-side on the swing-set, talking and flowing.

It was good to actually start to talk with Toby. While the slide had been fun- Stiles had often gotten annoyed when movies made it seem like you had to go all out on a date…make it exhilarating and pack it full of distractions- rather than just, you know- make the date worth it by enjoying each other's company.

They started off with basic date-like questions; favourite colour, job aspiration, superhero, family, etc. It was nice and Toby was funny, but eventually they moved onto more serious topics.

"How'd you get into this whole supernatural thing anyway?" Toby asked him, lazily twisting around in his suspended seat so that he could turn to face Stiles. He looked like some guy in an indie movie; hair all messy, clothes dark and hipster-y, mysterious smile and not to mention the fact that he was freaking highlighted by the rays of sun peeking through the winter clouds. It wasn't fair.

Stiles cleared his throat and looked down, blushing a bit.

"My best friend Scott got bitten by a rouge Alpha…and yeah, once I found out that that kind of stuff was real- I just couldn't leave it alone I guess. Not really one to stop just 'cause of danger." Stiles answered, kicking the bark chips underneath his feet and twirling side-to side in his swing.

"Yeah, you don't seem like the kind of guy to back down." Toby chuckled, and then continued talking, "How many wolves are there in your town anyway?" he asked.

To Stiles it seemed, well, kind of an odd question for a date? But then again, maybe Toby was just looking for mutual interest as a conversation starter. Whatever, he was just happy that he'd even managed to score with someone so…out of his league.

"Uh, well- we got Derek- he's the Alpha," Stiles started counting on his fingers, "Then we got Scott (my best bud) he's another Alpha. And Isaac, Cora, Peter- they're Beta's in Derek's pack. Ethan and Aiden are Alphas too…but they're kind of on their own. So, yeah. That's pretty much it. Sometimes we get a few omegas passing by…but usually Derek deals with them before they can harm anyone in town." Stiles watched Toby's face…it looked, calculating? Huh. Maybe it was just another vampire-werewolf rivalry thing.

"So, the wolves in your town, they protect the citizens?" Toby asked, and seemed awfully serious and intent on the answer. This was a date…but for some reason the atmosphere didn't feel like one anymore.

Stiles coughed awkwardly, "Yeah, we're like supernatural crime fighters. Protect Beacon Hills from the clutches of evil! And all that!" he chuckled weakly at his attempt of a joke, "Sometimes the wolves even team up with the hunters- which shows you just how much they're dedicated to keeping the town safe. I- I actually don't know why our town is like some weird copy of Hell-mouth, but it makes me feel a hell of a lot better that my friends are there to protect it."

Toby nodded- his shoulders seeming to relax, "You're a really god guy Stiles." He commented, smiling softly and looking Stiles right in the eyes- like he was examining Stiles' very soul.

"I-I am?" Stiles asked- feeling the pressure of the moment, he'd never really been complimented so outright before- well, not by anyone other than Peter- and that guy was just plain freaky.

Toby was leaning in on his swing, turning it to face Stiles fully- and Stiles felt himself doing the same thing- his face ending out only inches from Toby's, making it so that he could see every laugh line and caramel-coloured freckle on the vampire's face.

"You are." Toby whispered, and then he leaned in quickly- planting his lips on Stiles', soft and pressured.

Stiles had been expecting it- Toby was looking at his lips intently after all- but he still gasped in shock when the kiss struck. He'd only really been kissed by a few people; Casey Tyler in eight grade…and that was more like a peck, Jessica Bartholomew in ninth grade, and they'd only gotten to small make-outs during study sessions…Heather, and then Toby that time outside his house- all of those times he'd been surprised and inexperienced.

Toby somewhat took the gasping as an invitation, and licked into Stiles' mouth- which set off a whole load of sparkles in Stiles' head, making him dizzy and light with the feeling of oh my God that's nice.

Stiles was probably being a bit forward, but he leapt off of his swing and curled his arms around Toby's neck, leaning into the kiss with all his might…which was a bit of a fail since Toby was still sitting on his swing- and that made the kiss a bit gravity-defying.

Toby got the idea though, and stood up, and soon enough the two of them were just standing under the beams of the swing set – smacking lips, exploring mouths, and running hands down backs. Their fronts were pressed together and their knees were almost entwined by how close they were to each other.

It was a really, really awesome experience, and warmed Stiles up nicely in the chill of winter…but eventually they had to, or Stiles had to go up for air.

When they broke apart they were panting, mouths shiny with spit, foreheads pressed together, noses brushing and both grinning like hyenas.

"Whadd'ya -want to do -now?" Toby asked softly between small pecks on Stiles' lips.

"We could go back to my place? Have some lunch and watch a movie?" Stiles suggested around a smile, though he didn't really know how they were ever going to leave.

"Mmm, sounds good." Toby murmured, and then pulled Stiles into another slow, sweet kiss- wrapping his arms around Stiles' waist and tugging him tightly.

Now Stiles was seriously appreciating the fact that there weren't any kids in the playground…otherwise there may have been a lot less awesome make outs, or, you know- a lot more traumatised children- either way.

Toby was licking into his mouth again, running his tongue along the inside of his top lip- his hands gripping and massaging his hips. It felt awesome, and Stiles was so, so upset with himself when he pulled away, placing his hands on Toby's chest in a signal to stop.

"If we keep doing this- we're never gonna leave, and It's getting kinda cold." Stiles mumbled with a snort and (with much internal debate and strength), left Toby standing under the swing-set as he started walking back towards the bike, in an obvious signal that it was time to leave.

The drive back to his house gave Stiles a lot of time to think.

He was pressed close to Toby, arms tight around his waist; more a hug, than just a safety precaution. With the beautiful Californian forest on either side of them as they sped by, and with what they'd done earlier- the atmosphere around them was light and calm.

Stiles was happy…but beyond surprised that a twenty year old guy with supermodel looks would even pay attention to him- let alone express his obvious interest.

But, Stiles liked Toby, a lot- and the only thing that he'd ever not liked about him, was the vampire-werewolf thing…but then again Toby had said his family was all for looking past their differences. But, why had he asked about the wolves in town if he was like that? Maybe he was just being protective…he had been oddly so the night they'd met after all, jumping in front of him to shield him from Peter and Derek.

Ugh. That made Stiles seem like some heroine in a fantasy book! Dammit!

He was the best friend to Scott's main protagonist, and he was perfectly happy with that role thank you very much! Admittedly at the start- he'd wanted to be the main character…the Batman of the story and not the Robin. But soon enough, after everything he'd been through- he realised he was the Batman- the Batman to Scott's Superman. He was the researcher and the thinker- the one who always had a plan B, and Scott- Scott was the one with the super strength and all the fame, the golden boy- but the one who never the less- couldn't live without him and that he couldn't live without.

And Stiles was okay with that.

So yeah, he was NOT a blushing, fainting woman with big breasts and little-to no personality. He had awesomeness dammit!

But, as he clung to Toby, riding on the back of the motorcycle… he bet he looked like the damn love interest of a heroic main character.

Hell- Toby was a hansom vampire too!

…And Stiles had a werewolf as a best-friend.

God Dammit!