Stiles was Nervous. Nervous with a capital N. He had taken out the skinniest jeans he had, and donned on his favorite dark red shirt V-neck. Stiles had never really cared what he dresses in or how he looks, but he felt like a girl going on their first date. That's not true a girl would probably have already chosen an outfit, and had done other girl things, but still he felt far too anxious. An anxiousness he needed to hide from his brother, or else he would know something was up. Which would lead Dave to pestering him about it. Stiles would be coerced into telling him that he liked Derek, which would completely ruin Derek's chances of doing whatever he wanted to do with Dave. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Stiles went to knock on Dave's door.

"Come on Dave! You're taking too long! If you wait any longer we'll be getting there when the club is closing."

"Please you know we're not going to be late!" Came Dave 's muffled response, before he opened the door. "Plus, I have to look good if I'm going to be making an impression on any potential catches." Dave was in dark jeans that were far tighter looking than the ones Stiles had on. A dark blue shirt, that clung to every spot of his chest, but still managed to look loose, and black leather boots. His hair was styled in a semi spiked, just rolled out of bed look. Next to him Stiles felt like a washed out version of Dave.

"Well come on Stiles, we're going to be late if you don't get moving." Called Dave as he descended the stairs.

Stiles followed Dave, and shot a quick text to Derek.

We're about to leave. Will be at Alpha's in about 10min, you?

Derek: Already here.

Stiles: Dude are you just hanging outside the club like a creeper?

Stiles: OMG! You totally are!

Stiles: And I bet you dressed in one of your signature black outfits! Are you wearing the leather jacket to complete the ensemble?

Stiles: Ok, Just kidding! Man, don't have to take things so seriously. I can practically feel your eyebrows judging and wanting to maim me. We're here.

Derek: Yeah I see you.

"Dude do you have a date? Nice!"

Stiles flailed as Dave tried to take his phone away. "What? No! I wanted to know if Scott was going to join us today, but he has a Skype date or whatever with Allison." Stiles almost wanted to pat himself on the back, for having come up with such a good lie. There were ups to one's friend finding a girl.

Dave lost interest in his phone right away. "Meh, you two might as well be a married pair with the intense bromance you two have." He called his friends and asked them where they were, Isaac, Jackson, and Danny were his go to trio, sometimes accompanied by the wonderful Lydia. Isaac was a tall thin curly haired guy, who might as well have been invisible for all the notice Stiles gave him; Danny was any gay man's wet dream, lightly tanned skinned, muscle you just want to sink your teeth into and a smile that would have you taking your pants off in no time, with the personality of an angel; Jackson was an Abercrombie & Fitch model come to life, douche personality included along with his stupid not so stupid Porsche; then there was the red haired goddess Lydia, who he spent most of his adolescence crushing on, the only woman Stiles would sleep with. That woman was the love child of Stephen Hawking and a red headed petite goddess. Today all six of Dave's friends joined us.

Stiles ran to catch up, as the group walked straight to the front of the line. With a group as good-looking as them, there was no way they would be turned away. Stiles quickly grabbed a hold of Derek when he saw him, and meshed himself in with the group.

Stiles then loudly and not so subtly called out to Dave. "Dave, look at who's here! Eyebrows what are the chances that we would see you here? Would have never guessed you also came to the clubs!" Derek chose to stay silent and just shrug. The damn man wasn't helping himself. "Anyway, lets help get him passed the front door, although he probably would help us get through the door, right?"

Dave looked Derek up and down slowly. Yess! Dave was taking notice of Derek's good looks. Derek took notice and subtly tensed his muscles making them bulge.

Lydia took a step forward, tilting her head in a calculating manner. "His facial hair makes him look good in a grungy way, but it's well tamed so it doesn't make him look dirty. His pants are tight, very tight. How long did it take you to get into those pants? Don't answer that. You do have nice assets. The tight shirt is a good tight, but black really? If it was dark green it would still fit into your color scheme, show off your abs and chest better, and it would bring out the color in your eyes. The leather jacket might be too much, but it doesn't look bad. What are your opinions on a threesome?"

It was almost hilarious to see someone as large as Derek wanting to cower from someone as small as Lydia. Before Derek could answer her question, Jackson growled.

Lydia scoffed at it. "Calm down your barbarian instincts, Jackson, I was only inquiring. Plus don't act like you wouldn't be interested in having that male specimen around, inside or anywhere near you." With that Lydia turned and continued her walk towards the front of the line, the rest of the group along with her.

Derek turned narrow eyes towards Stiles. "What? Don't look at me like that! Just be glad you passed her criteria, god knows I've never passed. And come on, before they get in and don't let us pass."

Once inside Danny and Isaac headed straight towards the dance floor having apparently recognized someone there. The two guys got on either side of a blond bombshell and proceeded to imitate sex on the dance floor. The rest of the group went to the bar.

Stiles turned towards Derek "Go get a drink, don't crowd Dave, you'll come on too strong too fast. You're going to need as much liquid courage as possible to join Dave on the dance floor and then dance with him." Stiles wasn't an expert at getting anyone, but he definitely knew what he's done wrong, plus with a face and body like Derek's, some things can be forgiven.

After a while of Drinking, Stiles noticed Derek's scowl not letting up. "Hey broody mcbrooderson, ya want to let up on the brooding?" All he got was a scoff thrown his way, for his trouble. Derek was massacring himself, so he turned to Dave, throwing an arm around his shoulders and smiling. "Hey buddy! So Derek is almost drunk on his free drinks. Want to show him the dance floor? I would, if he didn't seem to currently hate me."

Dave smiled back, and just shook his head. "Are you sure he won't just think I'm you? We do tend to look sort of like one another." He still went over to Derek, grabbed his wrist and herded him towards the dance floor. "Come on dude. Lets go have a good time."

Derek and Dave looked good dancing together. You would think that half way towards alcohol poisoning Derek would be uncoordinated, but nope, he was beyond graceful. The two were rubbing up against each other, so intimately that couples dancing around them were stopping to just ogle at the image. Bile rose up within Stiles, who was drowning it with soda. He was dd today, and he sort of wished he wasn't, because he would be the only one that remembered.

"They look good together, maybe Dave will take him home tonight, or you know the other way around." He hadn't seen Lydia move up next to him, so he had to hastily grab hold of his cup when he flinched.

Stiles stuck his tongue seeking the straw of his drink. "I don't know. Aren't they too attractive together? Nevermind, yeah you're right, they look really good."

"Do I detect a little wistfulness?"

Stiles opened his mouth dropping the straw back into the cup. "What? No! I just you know, want someone to ya know do all the things they're going to do, obviously. You know I prefer strawberry blonde beauties, with a dominant streak." He then began chewing on the straw nervously.

Lydia smirked, "Sure, whatever helps you sleep." Having gotten her drink, she went to join the duo on the dance floor. Stiles just kept staring at Derek and Dave, telling himself that this was exactly what he had promised Derek, at least he hadn't been completely lying.

A group of drag queens came over to his side of the bar, to order drinks. One of them leaned over. "Oh Honey, you've got it bad."

Without taking his eyes off the dance floor, Stiles responded. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

She tutted. "Tell Mama Bee, why you're not the one out there dancing with the hunk in leather, when it's plain as day that you want into those tight tight jeans. Honey I do not blame you for wanting into those." Stiles sighed, turned back to the bar and put down his drink.

Another one of the girls leaned in. "Bee leave the poor kid alone, don't you see that he's pinning from afar. Leather boy obviously is Honey's brother's boyfriend." She then turned her attention towards Stiles. "Tell Rashel all your troubles."

Stiles didn't know how he felt talking things out with a bunch of strangers, but figured it couldn't hurt to hear what a dumb ass he was from someone that wasn't his best friend.

Stiles took a large swallow from his drink, before sighing to himself. "So I may or may not have the biggest crush on the guy grinding on my brother. I also may have asked him out as my date before promising my brother to him."

Paris gasped. Rashel tsked, "Honey now why would you go and do that? Does your brother like him?"

"I don't now how Dave feels about him. My brother isn't a long-term relationship type of guy. Dave's a bit freer spirited; it's part of his appeal. Plus, He's my brother's T.A., so technically he saw him first."

Another girl shook her head and said "Girl, you gone don fucked up now…"

Mamma Bee turns to the bar, "Get my poor honey here a tequila shot. He needs it. Girls onto the dance floor, we'll get leather boy over there to dance with Honey here. Now Honey take your shot. Good."

Rashell and Paris hauled him towards the dance floor. Mamma Bee stayed talking to the bartender. It wasn't long before Stiles lost his woes and was dancing unabashedly with the queens. Most of them danced with him and sung along loudly to the songs that played. It was during his dance with Jazz. She had long dark straight hair, lace up high heels, and a dark green lacey skin tight dress that ended mid thigh. Stiles is feeling a little smug about himself, when he was turned into the large muscular arms of Derek. Stiles was sober enough to realize it was Derek, but drunk enough not to feel self conscious especially when Derek grabbed onto Stiles' hips and began grinding their pelvis' together. Stiles grabbed hold of Derek's arms as they lost themselves to the rhythm.

Derek tentatively leaned in and kissed Stiles. It was a good kiss, fantastic! Stiles brought his arms around Derek's neck, while Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles wait. They were no longer dancing, but standing flush against each other making out. There where faint catcalls from the girls Stiles had been talking to.

Stiles grabbed Derek's hair to pull him away. He needed air! But Stiles made sure to grab hold of Derek's bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away. He then leaned their foreheads together. He gave Derek a shy smile, before saying "hey."

Derek smiled back at Stiles replying just as intelligently, "hey."

Stiles was beyond ecstatic, his outing hadn't started out great, but this was a great note to end it on.

"So not that I don't want to end this, but I'm more than positive we're going to hate ourselves tomorrow. Do you want me to give you a lift? Or is there someone picking you up?"

Derek stared at Stiles before saying "Laura's taking me home."

"Ok if I knew who that was, I would be able to do…something" Stiles moved his arms in the air, trying to better explain himself.

Derek rolled his eyes, before rolling his hips directly onto Stiles, causing him to whimper. "Derek, I would look for her, or call her…" Derek cut Stiles' rant short when he leaned in to whisper into his ear. "My phone. Front Pocket." Derek continued to torture his ear, before he decided Stile's neck was a far more delicious treat.

Stiles hastily shoved his hand down Derek's pocket, not finding it there stuck his hand into the other pocket. "Oh goodness and all that is holy out there. Thank you and fuck you." Stiles very dutifully tried to not to feel Derek up, but Derek's pants were so tight it was hard not to brush up against certain parts. And feel these parts start to rise. It was hard not to ignore with the way Derek was grinding it on him, while proceeding to suck and bite Stiles' neck. Once grabbing a hold of the phone, Stiles found Laura's number and called.

The phone was answered by an angry half asleep whisper. "Derek, do you know what god damned time it is?"

"Uh, hi Laura."

"Who is this?"

"Um this is Stiles. So Derek came with my friend's and I to Alphas, the club. He got a little drunk and there is no way I'm going to let him drive like that. He mentioned your name, so yeah here I am calling you. Then you answered, so now we've come full circle."

"uh huh"

"Soo...can you come pick him up?"

"You got him drunk, he's your problem now."

"Please don't hang up! I would take him home, if I knew where he lived, if I could drive right now, if he could tell me where to go, and if my father wasn't the sheriff of a small town who has basically drilled the law into my very being…hello?"

Laughter came from the other side of the phone. This woman was an evil, evil being. "Calm down before you asphyxiate yourself with all your talking. I'll go pick him up. Make sure you're waiting for me at the front of the club, or I'll leave Der in your hands for the night."

"Ok. Yes. I'll meet you up front, I'll be the guy holding, or trying to hold, up the wall of muscle that is Derek." If Laura had hung up or not, Stiles wouldn't have known, because Derek had decided Stiles had ignored him long enough. Derek roughly grabbed Stiles and proceeded to kiss him senselessly.

Stiles lugged Derek out of the club, letting the cold night air hit Derek hopping that would help sober him, or the bottle of water he forced down his throat. If only so that Derek wouldn't be humping him by the time Laura arrived. It seemed to have worked, because he'd stopped being frisky by the time Laura arrived. Laura has to be related to Derek, because their likeness was uncanny.

She laughed when she saw them. "Hey there Derbear, have fun tonight?"

Derek only turned to scowl at Laura. "Now now Der, don't be mad. I'm your ride." The smile Laura gave Derek, made Stile's hair stand.

Deciding to ignore the scary attractive Derek female look-a-like, Stiles began meandering Derek into the backseat of Laura's car.

Stiles managed to get Derek into the backseat before Derek grabbed a hold of Stile's head and brought him into a dirty open mouth, tongue fucking kiss.

"Yeah, that just happened. In front of your sister. Not that I'm complaining." He looked up to se Laura smirking at him. "Yup." Stiles couldn't help the smile that was slipping through his stoic façade.

"Well isn't that nice. Derbear, found himself a boy toy."

Derek turned to Laura and sluggishly said "Not boy toy. Name Dave."

It was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on Stiles. Dave. Always Dave. He should have realized Derek wouldn't have chosen him over Dave. Who was Stiles kidding? The smile slipped from his face, but still forced out a laugh. He looked up to see Laura wearing a look of apology.

Laura looked down at Derek with mild disgust. "Uh huh, I'm sure that's his name."

Stiles continued looking around, no longer wanting to see the look of pity in Laura's eyes. "Anyway, tell him that Dave had a good time, but he had to leave. Don't want Derek to feel bad about tonight. So, see you." With a wave, Stiles turned around and walked away. And if Stiles gave himself a few minutes of morose thoughts once he got into his car, well no one needed to know.