A/n: Again the usual apologies for this taking so damn long. I'm terrible at updates, which you all know by now. Time just gets away from me with all else I have going on. But thank you for keeping reading, it means so much!
Disclaimer: Still don't own Teen Wolf, or anything else I wish I did. More's the pity. But I do own a bachelor's degree now, which is neat.
"This is kind of perfect," Stiles said softly. His head rested on Danny's shoulder as the pair lay on his bed upon returning home from the field trip. The night before had been all about passion and reckless abandon, giving into a more primal need. In response, the pair were taking this day blissfully slowly. They had tramped quickly up the stairs after saying hello to the sheriff, but as soon as the door closed all urgency fizzled away. Taking the larger teens hand, Stiles led him to the bed, sitting on the edge. Danny sat next to him, body half turned so he was facing the boy. His free hand cupped the boy's left cheek as he studied his eyes. Stiles gazed back, feeling his face go red under the scrutiny until nervous energy tore his eyes from his boyfriend's to flit from carpet to face to entwined hands and back again. "Stiles." At the sound of his name he looked back up into the teen's eyes, seeing the low burning hunger and awe contained therein. As one, the pair leaned forward, lips coming together softly before slowly building in intensity. The kisses continued and it was a full thirty minutes after that the pair lay happily together on the bed.
Danny had hummed his approval to Stiles' statement. Being there with the other teen in his arms was definitely in the ball park of the term perfect. He ran his hand up the boy's back and smiled. Stiles sighed softly. "I could fall asleep like this easy." His stomach flipped happily hearing the other boy chuckle beneath his ear.
"I'd be happy to let you, but what would the Sheriff say?" The darker haired teen smiled fondly as Stiles stretched his neck to look up at him. He pressed a quick kiss to the boy's forehead.
"Screw the Sheriff!" he replied with a grin.
Danny laughed, "That would be weird since you're related. I'd rather you just screw me." Stiles' eyes went wide with shock.
"I can't believe you just said that." He turned so he was partially lying on top of Danny's chest with his chin resting upon it.
"Well, when a perfect opportunity drops by you have to run with it," he replied with a laugh.
"But, you know," Stiles added, "I think I can arrange that." The other boy raised an eyebrow. "Though preferably at a time when we aren't talking about my dad." He grinned as his boyfriend nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, that would be best." Danny had just begun to speak again when there was a knock on the door, causing them both to jump.
"Stiles?" Sheriff Stilinski asked through the door.
"Yeah?" He scrambled to sit up, attempting to flatten his hair into place as the door opened.
The sheriff snorted in amusement at the deer in headlights look his son was giving him as the other teen pretended to be invisible. "Can I see you for a minute?" Stiles nodded, but after making no attempt to move he added, "Now, please."
"Right." Stiles turned toward Danny. "I'll be right back," he said softly with a doofy grin, his hand resting on the other teens for a moment before he stood. He followed his father down the hallway a few feet before looking at him expectantly.
"How was the field trip?" Stiles answered with a monosyllable. "Okay. I'll cut to the chase. Remember that talk we had about girlfriends? It goes for boyfriends too."
The teen's mouth dropped open. "How did…How did you guess?" he sputtered.
"Son, I may be old, but I'm not blind. You practically came in holding hands; and while things have changed since I was your age they haven't changed that much. I was going to wait and let you tell me until I saw the closed door." He clapped a hand on Stiles' shoulder. "A rule's a rule, kiddo." Stiles nodded, a slightly shell-shocked look on his face. "Now, there was a reason I came up here. Oh! Is Danny going to stay for dinner?"
While Stiles was in the hallway Danny took a moment to straighten out his t-shirt before looking around the room. He'd been there before, of course, and not just the time "Miguel" had been there having clothing issues. But it had been long enough that he now noticed a few key changes. There were books and papers scattered across the room on a number of supernatural topics. He wondered if the teen was doing research for a novel, finally putting that big brain of his to work. He was contemplating the layer of dust on the game console as the door opened, revealing Stiles with a blush of embarrassment across his face. He entered the room, going to close the door automatically but stopping on hearing his father's voice.
"Keep the door open, boys," the Sheriff called out. Stiles cheeks went further pink and he sighed.
Danny looked at him quizzically. "What was that about?"
"Nothing," Stiles replied with an eyeroll. "Just my dad saving me from an awkward conversation. Well, more awkward, that is. Because this was pretty awkward." Danny nodded in sympathy. He pulled the boy who had crossed the room down to sit with him on the bed. "Basically he said that dating equals an open door and asked if you would like to stay for dinner."
"I'd love to," Danny said with an amused grin. "I'll text my mom and let her know." After typing out a short message and hitting send, Danny then sat his phone down beside them. "Stiles?" he asked, "Had you told your dad that you like guys before now?"
The other boy shrugged. "Not in so many words. He figured it out and doesn't seem to mind, so that's good. Anyways, it didn't feel relevant with all that's been going on lately."
"What has been going on?" Danny asked. The other boy cringed at the question. As much as he hated to lie to his boyfriend, he didn't feel like it was even remotely a good idea to attempt to introduce Danny into the world of the supernatural when they'd only been together for 24 hours. He decided, however, that side stepping the question would be the best route to take. With a sigh he asked, "Would you hate me if I said I couldn't tell you?"
The teen shook his head. "Of course not. But can I ask one more question until I let the topic drop for good?" Stiles nodded in affirmation. "Does it have something to do with why you and Scott and the Twins are so intense all the time?"
Stiles chuckled. "You're very perceptive."
"Sometimes, and I'll take that as a yes," Danny muttered as Stiles leaned over to press their lips together, one hand resting on the boy's thigh for balance. A hand on his back pulled them closer together and Stiles shifted into a more comfortable position. Their mouths were engaged in a rhythmic motion; a soft give and take and totally languid. He gave an appreciative hum of approval as the other teen nipped at his lip. He opened his mouth wider, allowing Danny's tongue to trace his teeth before caressing his own. Moments that felt like days later, the pair broke apart for air. "But with the way you are all acting it's hard to miss," he said, laughing softly when the other boy pointedly refused to reply. "Whatever it is," he added in a serious tone, his face hardening, "just be careful."
Stiles grinned. The expression did not meet his eyes. "Careful is my middle name."
A/n: Be kind please rewind! (Or review.)
(I really hope you're all old enough to get that terrible joke. The majority of people I know on tumblr are under 18 and it's so weird being the older one at 22. #quarterlifecrisis)