HEEEEEEYYYY! Back with a new chapter. Sorry for the wait, had school and friend crisis to deal with :(. But, I wanted to post a chapter or two before Christmas; you know, just something to hold you over for a bit. However, turns out the universe didn't agree with that plan; so I am posting today. Thanks for those who reviewed on the last chapter, really appreciate it. Makes me happy to see that people enjoy reading my stuff. Again, don't own Teen Wolf; if I did, Derek would be all over Stiles. Hope you enjoy and review. Oh, and if I don't post again on later today (most likely I won't but, I'll try to post chapter 4 tomorrow): Hope you had a Merry Christmas and have a Happy New Year, you guys! Now, on with the story.

This story has malexmale relationships. Don't like or just not your thing, don't read. Simple as that.

Chapter 3

On the way to Scott's house, Michael could feel Scott watching him as he looked at Stiles admiringly and casually touched his thigh or brushed his cheek causing a slight blush. He could also feel the tension in the car as Stiles tried not to be as obvious with his arousal even though he knew Scott could sense it and somehow Michael could too. By the time they reached Scott's house, the car had been filled with awkward silence and the occasional squeal from Stiles. Scott was all too happy to jump out of the jeep and briskly walk into his home after saying goodbye to his best friend.

Once Stiles saw Scott enter the house, he backed up and began driving to his house. He tried his best not to pay attention to Michael's now blatant caressing and groping but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Thankfully, that's as far as Michael seemed to be taking it. Stiles drove for about ten minutes before coming to a traffic light and being able to swat Michael's curious hands away.

"Dude, stop that! If we end up in a crash, it's so your fault!" Stiles exclaimed, spazzing out for a moment at Michael's advances. "And you'll pay both mine and my baby's bill. Cause, this ol' girl of mine is not cheap, Michael, not at all!" He rubbed over the dashboard and attempted his best 'Derek glare', trying to make Michael understand that he was being serious about the crash possibility.

"Sorry, I just really like touching you. And, don't worry; I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, Stiles or your baby." Michael said reassuringly, throwing his hands up as a sign of peace. "I am really sorry though, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and more nervous."

Stiles examined Michael for a minute or so before deciding that his apology seemed 89% sincere. He noticed that the light had changed and started driving again. "So, I just realized that I didn't ask you where you live earlier. Where is it? That way I can drop you off at home."

"How about I come over to your house?" Michael suggested nonchalantly, putting his arm around the driver's seat. When he didn't receive an answer, he looked over at Stiles. Stiles was glancing over at him as if he had some ulterior motive. "Or not. I'm not going to jump you, Stiles, I promise. Unless you want me to, then that's a totally different story."

"I never said you would, you weirdo!" Stiles said, coming to a stop sign and checking for any dangers, before driving again. "I mean, I guess you can come
over. We do have to finish that work from Mr. Harris assigned before the fire alarm went off and we could help each other out. Then, we could just hang out; play some video games or watch some TV."

"So, I'm taking that as a yes then." Michael questioned with fake curiosity, already knowing the answer. Once he saw Stiles nod, Michael smiled and enjoyed the rest of the drive to Stiles' home, which wasn't very long. As soon as they arrived at the residence, Stiles turned off the jeep and got out. Michael followed him to the front door but stopped when Stiles abruptly turned around.

Stiles had stopped him from going into the house and had a 'serious talk' with him to lay the rules out. "Dude, I am being completely serious when I say this. Do NOT do anything that would give my dad, the Sheriff, any reason to brutally maim and/or kill you. He's really protective of me since I'm his only kid and as far as family goes, I'm all he's got. So yeah, don't act all creepy and batshit crazy, alright. He already thinks I have enough weird friends."

Michael nodded and made a mental note of not acting crazy in front of Stiles' dad lest he wished to be put six feet under. 'Not that that's anything new, but I'll keep that in mind.' He thought as he followed Stiles into his home. "So, is your dad home? Don't want him to think I'm one of your weird friends."

"Nah, he's still at work. He probably won't be home for another...I dunno, 40-45 minutes." Stiles said as he dropped his book bag on the floor and threw himself on the couch. "So, that gives us enough time to finish the work, have some snacks, and watch a movie on TV or something.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~30 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Derek walked up to the front door of Stiles' house and knocked. He didn't get answer but he knew that Stiles was home. 'He's probably still ignoring me. He'll forgive me eventually, he always does.' Derek thought as he walked around the house to one of two windows that had a view of the living room. As he approached the window, Derek began to smell a stronger scent around Stiles that was not his dad's. He recognized it immediately as that kid Michael he saw hanging around Stiles at school. He growled under his breath and peered into the living and saw Stiles laying on the couch with his head resting on Michael's shoulder. They appeared to be having a conversation and Derek used his enhanced hearing to listen in.

Stiles was watching some ridiculous yet cute Christmas cartoon when he heard Michael begin talking to him. He didn't want Michael to think he was purposely ignoring him. "What did you say, Mikey?"

"I said we should do this again. It was fun hanging out with you." Michael said calmly, smiling and running his hand over Stiles' head. "And did you just call me Mikey?"

"Yeah, we should hang out again. And if I did call you Mikey, what would you do about it?" Stiles taunted teasingly.

Michael leaned over and looked Stiles in the eye, "I wouldn't do anything, my dear. No one's ever called me Mikey, so I'm okay with it as long as it's you." He sat back up and let Stiles get comfortable on him again. "Hey, I have an idea. How about we go out on a date, just the two of us? We can do whatever you want."

"A date? Hmm...alright. We can figure out a day to have it on tomorrow after school, if that's okay." Stiles said, feeling more relaxed than he did all day. "Oh, and you can stay over till after dinner. I'll drive you home."

Michael nodded and continued stroking Stiles' hair. He relaxed and watched the end credits of the cartoon before dozing off.

Derek could not believe what he had just heard. He walked away from the window and went back around the house to his Camaro. 'He's going on a date with that Michael kid?!' He thought angrily, just imagining Stiles with someone else made his wolf howl and want to rip the person to shreds. 'Well, we'll see how far they get on their date once I get there?' Derek got into his car and drove back to the Hale house, already concocting a plan up to sabotage Stiles and Michael's date and win back what was his.

That's the end of chapter 3. Hope you enjoyed! I wonder what Derek is planning on doing. Find out in the next chapter, I'll try to update as soon as I can.