A/n: First off, I apologise for being MIA for months. I was studying abroad in England, got super busy, then got super sick on top of being super busy, and to top it off was having a serious mental block on this story. It was so bad I wrote this chapter then entirely rewrote it. But I'm back! And have a better idea of where I'm trying to go with this, so hopefully I will be a little timelier with updates.

Second, to everybody who waited and is still reading this, THANK YOU! You are amazing and deserve a far better author than I am.

Disclaimer: I still do not own Teen Wolf or its affiliates. But my friend (the one who got me into the show) has a hoodie with Danny's jersey number and last name on the back. And Teen Wolf inspired tea. It's awesome.

After tossing the now soiled wash cloth that Stiles had retrieved onto the side of the tub, Danny pulled back on his underwear. Turning around, he smiled. The other boy was sitting cross-legged on the bed watching him. Crossing the room in a few short strides, he climbed onto the bed and sat facing Stiles, his position perfectly mirrored, down, even, to the hands resting on knees.

"So…," the other boy said, finger drumming anxiously against his skin.

Danny let out an amused huff, grabbing hold of the boy's hand. "Do you ever stop moving?"

Stiles shook his head. "Not really. The doctor put me on meds for ADHD, but Dad thinks it's a load of crap and it is actually tied to my anxiety issues; and I have no idea why I just told you that. I'm sorry. Please, feel free to save me from this Hell where I can't stop the words from coming out of my stupid mouth at any time by chiming in before I tell you some other private detail of my—"

"Okay! Okay. Stiles, take a breath," Danny replied calmly. "You're going to make yourself hyperventilate sometime." He exaggerated a breath, making the other boy copy him before letting it out slowly. "Better?" Stiles nodded. "Good."

"So, we, uh…we kind of just," Stiles waved his free hand around in the air.

"Yeah," the darker boy said with a chuckle, squeezing the other teen's hand.

"Should we talk about it?" he asked. "Because that totally was not what I planned to happen. And, frankly, I'm still kind of half expecting you to shout 'April Fools!' and tell me to get lost."

Danny shook his head. "That would be the worst joke ever. Good thing it isn't April." With a mischievous grin he asked, "What did you plan to happen?"

"Optimistically, for Ethan not to kill me and then we'd make out a bit. So, I guess things didn't deviate too far from the plan," Stiles replied, taking on a cheerful tone.

Danny grinned, biting his lower lip. "I'm happy it did deviate though." Leaning forward towards the other boy, he asked, their lips only inches apart, "What about you?"

"Totally." He closed the gap between them, groaning softly as their lips met. Stiles's eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in, savouring the feel and taste of the other boy. Earlier their encounter had been rushed and heated, the thrill of something new taking them over. This, however, was slower, more languid. It felt, the slighter boy thought, as though they were swimming in each other; blissfully drowning. But it was the nagging feeling in the back of his brain that forced him to pull away slightly. Their lips still brushing, he said, "We were gonna talk."

"This is way more fun than talking," Danny replied. His hand slid from its resting place on Stiles' knee up to where leg met hip, before slipping around to his ass. The boy yelped in surprise as Danny began to trail kisses across his jaw, working towards his neck.

Stiles groaned, "I'm gonna hate myself for saying this," he muttered under his breath. "Stop." The dark haired boy dutifully pulled away, looking chagrined. "What are we doing? I mean, I know what we are doing. But an hour ago you were dating Ethan. And as much as I'd like to continue with the kissing and groping and what not—and God would I like to—we just…we should talk."

"Yeah, you're right," Danny said with a sigh. "I had kinda hoped to delay the inevitable."

"Heh, yeah. I noticed." Stiles ran a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up. "I've gotta ask, what did you say to Ethan?"

"Not much. It was weird, like he had seen it coming. I guess I was being pretty obvious."

Stiles scrunched his brow. "And Scott was being pretty loud," he muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing. So, uh…ahem," the teen cleared his throat awkwardly. "What, uh…what happens now?"

Danny rolled his eyes. There was definitely something going on between the twins and Scott's group of friends that they didn't want other people to know about. He shook his head. Now was not the time to ask about it. "What happens now," he said with a smirk, "is that I ask if you want to go out with me. And you say?"

"Yes," Stiles enthused. "I definitely say yes."

"Good. Now," Danny's eyes gleamed joyfully, "is the part where I kiss my boyfriend and try to convince him not to go back to his own room."

"I think I like this part," Stiles responded as the broader teen's lips met his own once more. "Scott'll be fine on his own," he murmered into the kiss, feeling the other boy grin in response. He allowed himself to be steered sideways, further from the edge of the bed. Danny placed a hand on his shoulder, the slight pressure leading him to lie back. He collapsed softly onto his back, neck craning to keep contact between their lips. The darker haired boy pulled away, giving him a small pack on the lips before settling onto the mattress as well. Stiles ran a hand through his already messy hair, fingers practically singing with nervous energy. He shivered slightly, feeling for the first time that night the slight chill of the room.

"We should probably get under the covers," Danny said with a soft chuckle as the other teen squirmed around getting settled. They ended up both on their sides, facing each other, with the sheet and duvet covering their lower halves.

"You know," said Stiles with a self-effacing grin, "I've only ever shared a bed with Scott. And my parents, but I was five so it doesn't count." He chewed his lip for a moment, slowly letting out his breath through his nose. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I suppose the etiquette on this occasion is slightly different than a sleepover with my best friend?"

Danny laughed. "Yeah, just a bit." He gave the boy's hand a squeeze before trailing his own up Stiles's arm, coming to settle on his shoulder. "Do whatever makes you comfortable." He smiled at the adorable face the other boy made as he thought, nose scrunched and brow slightly furrowed.

"Okay," Stiles said deliberately. "Can I be the big spoon?" He scowled at the laugh Danny failed to hold in.

"Of course."

"What?" he inquired, still scowling.

"Nothing, you're adorable." Danny gave him a quick kiss before turning over and snuggled back against the other teen. "Good night, Stiles."

Stiles hesitantly placed an arm across Danny's waist, fingers brushing the firm muscles of his abdomen. Hearing the teen give a soft hum of contentment, he tightened his grip. "G'night."

A/n: As always, thank you for reading! Leave a review and lets all keep our fingers crossed that the next chapter doesn't make you wait so long!