(Stiles P.O.V)

My heart pounded in my chest as I followed Danny up the steps. We walked past a few doors all of them shut until we finally found the end of the hallway. He opened the door and I froze, this didn't look like a teenager's room at all. It actually resembled a hotels "Lovers Get-Away" suit, my eyes roamed around the gigantic room, with the huge king sized bed, big red plush pillows that matched the sheets, and I'm pretty sure that was a walk in closet. My eyes finally landing on Danny who looked at me expectantly and I gave him my best " WTF" face.

He rolled his eyes at me, " Don't look at me like that this is my parent's room." I gave him another " WTF" face to register to him I still didn't get it and to continue. " I figured somebody else was already in my room, whenever I have a party people always end up in my room and I always end up having to buy new sheets", he shuttered involuntarily. I laughed and walked over to the bed dusting it off before unceremoniously plopping myself down. He walked over and sat down next to me.

After about five solid minutes of awkward silence I asked, " So...What do we do now?"

He looked down with a bored expression, " To hell if I know..."

I thought for a few seconds, rubbing my imaginary beard which seemed to amuse Danny who was beaming at me and let out small chuckles now and then. For a moment my brain went off thought as I saw his cheek bones rise and his lips part to let out the smile I've loved for a while now.

" Hey you want to play 20 questions?", I randomly blurted out. He raised an eyebrow but still had that beautiful smile on his face as he nodded.

" So who's going first... you or me?", I asked.

" I will... umm let's see... what was the most embarrassing thing you ever did", he asked with newly found entertainment. I thought for a long while, I did a lot of embarrassing things, until my cheeks turned red with blush at remembrance.

" Alright, don't judge me okay but... when I was fourteen I had a habit of sleeping in class-

" Looks like some habits don't stop", he interrupt grinning.

" Shut up... Anyway back to my story. So, I had a sleeping habit in class. One day I was particularly tired from playing " Near Death 666", a zombie game. I stayed up almost all night and only got an hour of sleep so when my teacher felt the need to slam his hand down on my desk I freaked out. I grabbed his wrist and punched him in the stomach."

" How is that funny you could have got suspended", he questioned.

" I did all of that with a paper stuck to my face from drool. Not to mention I was kind of hungry and ten minutes before that I called him " Cupcake". To top it all off my Uncle came in, and mind you he looked like the first homeless man that stepped out of his new card board boxed home when he saw my principal, Miss Shay. They dated a week after."

Danny stared at me blankly before he was thrown into a fit of laughter.

" It wasn't that funny", I whined with a pout. He just grinned and then we started asking more personal questions.

" Who was your first", I asked.

" A girl named Cindy Coleman, but I kind of regret it", he responded.

" But I thought you were-

" Gay?", he cut me off. " I am. I was just a little confused at the time. I didn't really want to be at first and tried to change somehow. As you can see that wasn't successful but know I'm proud of who I am because I know I'll never change but no matter what I'll always be me." I didn't know what to say so I just nodded in acknowledgement.

It's his turn now and I can tell he's thinking, he seems to think of something and turns to me. " That one day in chemistry you asked me if I thought you were attractive. Why?", he looked utterly perplexed.

I didn't know myself. I mean I know I liked him but I wasn't even out yet. I didn't know why I actually asked, maybe to see if he liked me too? I know that I'm bisexual but I don't know how long I'm going to keep it to myself. I was afraid of rejection and the thoughts of the people around me. " I just wanted to see if you thought so. It was only a question", I say coolly albeit my blushing.

He seemed to give me an all knowing look and I knew he knew I was not fully telling the truth. What the hell, I have nothing to lose. " I... um... how do I say this... I've known that I liked you for a while now and-.

I glanced up to see his eye's wide and just stopped and turned my, probably tomato red, face away from him. Tear's stung my eyes and I closed them. I refused to let them fall. I know I said I had nothing to lose but the truth was... he didn't like me back and that took a huge portion of my already flawed, relationship wise, self-confidence.

" Stiles?", I heard him call my name but I didn't answer in fear of my voice cracking.

That was until he grabbed my chin to make him look at me. My big brown eye's looked at him, watery with tears, and my bottom lip trembled slightly. He looked to be in shock like when I told him I liked him. Then he did something I wasn't expecting. He leaned down and his lips brushed mine. You didn't have to tell me twice because as soon as his tongue touched my lips I gave him entrance. We kissed like this hot and heated until I needed to break free for air.

( Danny's P.O.V)

We pulled back from our heated kiss and he looked utterly erotic. Bruised pink lips, flushed face, panting heavily. I gave a little smile and leaned down for one more kiss. This one a simple sweet chaste but full of passion and longing.

I'm at a loss of words so, with a shit eating grin I say what's been on my mind for a year and a half, " I like you too."

He laughs at my obvious statement and I love his laughter. It's so genuine and filled with life. I kiss him again and we fall back on the bed. I place one hand on his hip and the other on his cheek. With no hands to hold me up, our bodies are flush up against each other. His hand soon finds its way under my shirt. Rubbing my six pack and I follow suit pulling it off. Throwing it to nowhere specific and resuming... that is until I hear a crash and an oh so familiar voice yelling, " What the hell!"

I turn around to see Jackson in the door way. People turn to look from the hallway. I see Scott and that girl Allison he goes out with, shock evident on their faces. I wonder when this became live T.V. I turn to Stiles who is still, mind you, underneath me breathing uneven and red. I don't know whether it's from embarrassment or the make out session but I get off and he gets up. He straightens out his shirt, I wish I could do the same but mine is carelessly tossed on the floor.

I'm about to scream a remark on the lines of " Get the hell out!" or " What're you looking at" but can't find my mouth to move. I turn to see if Stiles is okay, he look's scared though. So I do the only sensible thing, I shoot Jackson an apologetic look as I shove him out of the room and slam the door in all those gawking people's faces.

" Well that could have gone worse", I say to Stiles who, might I add, looks absolutely mortified.

Fuck.