A/n: Is it even worth it anymore for me to list off why I didn't update sooner? Because we all know I suck at this point. But, for traditions sake: I started my senior year of university in September and am slammed with work and looking at grad schools and all sorts of other things. Thank you to those of you who have stuck around even though I have made you all wait so much! You are what really make this enjoyable for me, all the alerts and reviews.

Stiles squeezed his eyes more firmly shut, fighting the growing urge to open them and be awake. However, the buzzing phone on the night stand refused to allow him his extra moment's sleep. It was as his eyes flickered open that he remembered he was not at home, nor was he alone in the bed. The previous day slammed into his memory. Bus. (Danny) Texting. (Danny) Ethan. (Danny) HANDJOBS. WITH DANNY. Holy crap. The teen took a moment to revel in his conquest, truly becoming aware of the rather intimate position he found they were in.

At some point during the night, Stiles had rolled over onto his stomach with one leg cocked. In response Danny had shifted with him to the point that an arm and shoulder rested on the other boy's back and their legs tangled together, with the teens head resting in the nook formed where neck and shoulder meet. Stiles could feel warm puffs of breath on his skin as Danny breathed, comforting and soft. His phone went off again, buzzing as it vibrated against the table. Reaching carefully he hoped to avoid jostling the other teen into consciousness. He unlocked the screen. Four new messages. All from Scott.

From: Scott

Morning! How'd your talk go?

I'm assuming it went okay since you didn't come back.

Don't for get to grab your stuff or do you want me to take it?

Dude. Bus leaves in 30

He typed out a quick reply:

To: Scott

Okay is certainly one word for it! that would be awesome if you would. see you on the bus

He hit the power button, locking the screen, and set the mobile phone down next to him on the mattress. As he contemplated the best way to extricate himself from the other teen's embrace he was startled to feel lips on his shoulder.

"Good morning," Danny murmured into his back, breath tickling the place he had just kissed.

"Good morning," Stiles replied. He rolled over onto his back so he could see the other teen who was now lying on his side, head propped up on his folded arm. "Scott text. Apparently the bus leaves in thirty minutes."

"Oh, that's too bad. Its general creepiness aside, I'm really having a good time in this place." The boy grinned and Stiles was struck by the thought that if he had to choose between that smile and the sunlight, there would definitely no longer be a star millions of miles away lighting up his world anymore.

He grinned back, a touch of red tinting his cheeks. "Yeah, me too." Scrunching his face the boy groaned. "I really don't want to get dressed and get back on that bus."

"Neither do I. But I would love some breakfast," Danny replied. "If we get up now we should have time to hit up the vending machine. I doubt Coach has anything planned." Stiles' stomach took that as a sign to make itself know, grumbling loudly. Danny laughed. "Yeah, I thought it was a good idea too."

Stiles made a face, embarrassed. "Stupid stomach," he muttered with a groan. The other teen leaned forward, pressing their lips together.

"You're ridiculously adorable," Danny said with a smile as he pulled away. The slighter teen snorted.

"I'm ridiculous, at least." With a grumble in protest against leaving the comfort of the double bed, Stiles stretched out his arms and back as he stood and went about dressing. A few minutes later the pair was preparing to leave the motel room together when the skinny teen stopped short, eyes dancing as he grinned.

"What?" the other teen questioned.

A slightly manic giggle escaped before he replied, "I have a boyfriend."

Returning the grin, Danny agreed, "Yes you do." After a beat he added teasingly, "There's a first time for everything!"

"Scott," Stiles called down the stairs towards his friend. The teen appeared to be deep in conversation with packmates Isaac and Boyd, but spun quickly in response to his name.

Placing a hand on his boyfriend's back, Danny said, "I'll save you a seat on the bus." His grin caused the other boy's stomach to flip happily. Turning his head to look at him over his shoulder, Stiles's lips met Danny's. "Sounds good," he muttered as they pulled away.

"Thanks for grabbing my stuff," the teen said, walking towards his friend. "I so wouldn't have had time to get it this morning."

"Yeah," Scott laughed, "because you didn't even have time for a shower." He wrinkled his nose at him dramatically.

"Dude! Could you not sniff me in public?" Stiles asked.

Scott shrugged. "Not like I wanted the mental image that comes with it. You reek of sex and Danny."

With a laugh the other teen replied, "Yeah, well it's an image I'll be holding on to for a while. It was ridiculously hot. You don't even know."

"I'm pretty sure I don't want to."

"I'll spare you the dirty details."

"How magnanimous," Stott said as he rolled his eyes.

Stiles laughed. "It's good to see you're taking SAT prep seriously. Your mom will be glad."

"Yeah! She will!" Scott replied with a grin. They headed towards the bus. "So…." he said leadingly, "It obviously went well, but what happened? What did he say? What about Ethan?"

The other teen hitched his bag up higher on his shoulder. "Ethan is out of the equation. I guess what happened was he knew something was up and that there was someone else on Danny's mind. I mean, it's kind of crazy though. I so didn't expect for him to just let it go without a fight."

"That's cool he did though."

"Yeah, no kidding." Stiles thought to himself that he really hoped Ethan didn't plan to start anything.

Stepping up into the school bus Scott scanned for free seats. His eyes landed on the empty seat next to Danny. "Why don't you go ahead, I'm gonna sit with Isaac." The other boy sighed in relief, confirming Scott's theory that his friend didn't want to ditch him for the buff teen, but at the same time, he was hoping to sit and spend something as close to alone time with his new boyfriend as he could get on a school bus.

"Sounds good," Stiles said with a grin. "I'll text you later." He flounced happily down into the seat Danny had saved for him. "Miss me?" he asked jokingly.

The other boy rolled his eyes fondly, "Of course. The whole five minutes were rough to handle."

"It's a wonder you survived."

"It really is," Danny said, nodding earnestly before the pair broke into a fit of giggles. "You know," he said, voice dropping to almost a whisper, "It's really awkward to be stuck on this bus together with Ethan only a few seats in front of us."

Stiles prayed that the boy in question wasn't listening. "Yeah. I'm trying to ignore that fact. Sadly, it isn't working."

"That is sad." The smaller teen had his hand resting palm down on his own thigh. Danny took it in his own and twined their fingers together, smirking a little as pink slightly tinged Stiles' cheeks. "But I'm glad we're together."

"Me too." As the pair leaned together, noses nearly touching and lips anxious, a voice boomed and they froze.

"Hey!" the coach shouted, blowing his whistle. "No hanky panky on the bus! That goes for you, McCall! You and Lahey whispering like that makes me nervous. So knock it off."

Stiles shuddered out a laugh. "That's not at all where I thought that was going."

Danny chuckled. "No, me either. Kind of killed the mood."

"Yeah." Stiles shook his head, "Definitely killed it."

"So, Stiles," Danny asked, "what are your plans when we get back to Beacon Hills?"

"Homework. But," he added with a grin, "I'm open to other options!"

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