Chapter Thirteen:

Boredom was a poison, it was like…something you hated while you had it, but at the same time, dreaded the fact that you only had a limited time of it- constantly knowing that it wasn't going to last, that schoolwork or chores would come, and then you'd be begging for boredom!

Boredom was the bane of Stiles' very existence, and at eight am on Saturday morning (yes he was up early- he'd had a good night's sleep, so what?!), he was running out of options.

His dad was out on a weekend shift clearing up some paperwork, so he'd tried calling Scott to come hang out. But no luck there- Scott was with Allison, taking her to go officially meet his dad , which was probably gonna end in tears…and blood. He'd contemplated calling Isaac too, since the two of them had actually grown pretty close over their general hatred in society… but Stiles was kind of still a bit too awkward to pluck up the courage and ask to hang with him.

He couldn't work on his bestiary either, because being the over-excited teen he was, he'd already worked so much on it that there was literally nothing more that he could add without acquiring more information, and although he was bored, something like that would take time.

So…basically he was doomed to a day full of NOTHING, nothing at all.

Well, that was what he thought was gonna happen- but then Toby, lovely, awesome, dimple-cheeked Toby – saved him.

1 new message, received: 8:17 am, Saturday

From Vlad the friendly Vampire:

You busy today?

To Vlad the friendly Vampire:

Hi!

No…Why?

Toby didn't answer for a few minutes, and Stiles just stared at his phone, feeling more and more put out as the time went by. Why had Toby texted him if he didn't want to talk?

He was only there waiting for a little while though, because then he heard the doorbell ring- a welcome distraction!

Probably just some package being delivered or something, it wasn't like he had any friends coming to visit him.

Stiles sighed and raced downstairs, only feeling slightly self-conscious that he was shirtless and wearing a pair of low-hanging track-pants. If these people were knocking on the door of the Stilinski household then they could deal with the consequences, god dammit!

"Yeah?" Stiles asked as he opened the front door, letting the chilly air rush in.

"Hey." Toby greeted with a little wave and a toothy smile.

…

Stiles slammed the door in his face. Yes, it probably wasn't the most controlled reaction, but come on! It was a shocking appearance.

Stiles breathed slowly, leaning his bare back against the door and counting to ten- but, realising he was leaving Toby waiting out in the cold, he decided he should probably open the door and face the embarrassment of what he just did.

So, he slowly creeped the door open, peaking behind it- using it to shield himself , then stepped from out behind it and out onto the porch, closing it behind him awkwardly.

"Ahh, surprise?" Toby declared, with jazz hands, looking awkward as hell- but still hot.

He was standing there, wind-swept chestnut hair, torn black jeans, heavy navy coat and a blush. Well- at least he was embarrassed too.

"What are you doing here?" Stiles asked or, well, squeaked- since he was still kind of getting over the shock.

Toby didn't answer, instead he was…staring? Yep he was definitely staring, and at Stiles too. More specifically, he kept bouncing his eyes back and forth between dip of his neck and definition of his collarbones- and the hair above the line of his hips. He saw Toby's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed- still staring.

Oh, Stiles wasn't wearing a shirt! Shit.

Stiles blushed and covered his chest, crossing his arms- and watched as Toby broke out of his trance- his eyes breaking contact and falling to the ground, as he himself blushed- looking flustered and ashamed.

Did Stiles do that? He couldn't have! His body wasn't…well, he had beefed up a bit- gotten abs and well defined shoulders, but- no-one really looked at him like that. Ever. It felt really good. Confidence booster or something…

"So ahh, "Stiles coughed, "Sorry for slamming the door in your face- I was just, confused? But, ah, why are you here?" it was so, so awkward.

Toby looked up, smiling a bit, "I- um, you said you weren't busy…and I'm back in town so I kind of wanted to take you out today…if you don't mind that is?"

Stiles felt his heart speed up and jump out of his chest- and knew Toby could hear it too.

"Like, on a date?" Stiles asked, his voice high.

"If that would be okay?" Toby looked hopeful, but more confident than before.

"Yeah- no- I, tha-that would be cool! I, just…I just have to get changed first? 'Cause you know it's kind of cold and…" Stiles looked down at his half-naked self, gesturing.

Toby looked for a moment, then shook his head, quickly diverting his eyes, "Yeah- I, yeah it's probably not a good idea to distract me like that." He said, with a smirk.

"Distrac- okay, you know what? I'm just going to go get changed and pointedly not think about that." Stiles responded with a blush and a smile, hovering by the door a bit.

He waved to Toby and raced upstairs, clumsily tripping on his way and almost knocking over several photographs. He was sure Toby probably heard- whatever, if he was willing to go on a date with a dork, it was his choice!...And Stiles' joy.

When Stiles got to his closet though, he didn't know what to wear! Should he wear his usual plaid and chinos getup? Then again…Toby did seem to actually be attracted to him- and that had made Stiles feel ridiculously good within himself.

So…maybe he could be a bit more outgoing? Not for Toby, he wasn't the type to wear something just to impress someone…although that in itself had its perks. But, the look the vamp had given him on the porch, it had actually made him, confidant? Yeah. So maybe he could wear better clothes today- not hide himself away from everyone like he usually did with all the plaid and baggy hoodies.

Good clothes. He would wear good clothes!

Stiles usually never wore the stuff he was putting on…but that was because he didn't actually think he looked good enough to.

Tight, dark blue skinny jeans that Lydia had bought months back and he had since been kept at the back of his closet. And…a dark red Henley, that he'd have never have filled out a few months ago- but he had been working out a bit, and it'd actually fit him now, tight across his shoulders and just loose enough around his waist. Then he put on just a simple black jacket (because, seriously, it was COLD) and converse high-tops.

He mussed up his hair- the way Lydia always said made it look good, and raced downstairs…hoping he didn't look like a total idiot.

It wasn't like he was being girly or anything…but he did want Toby to like him, he really, really did…and he felt better knowing he was making a conscious effort for that to happen .

Stiles paused at the door for a moment, readying himself and quelling his nerves, knowing that if he was too nervous- it would lead to rambling…and the rambling would lead to panic, which would then, inevitably lead to him bringing up bad topics- like dead children or some other horrific shit such as Mitt Romney, and everyone knows that would just be plain painful.

So, taking a deep breath, and checking his clothes once more- he slowly and shakily turned the doorknob and headed outside to greet Toby.

He was standing there, hands behind his back, bouncing in his toes and looking at the sky when Stiles opened the door.

His head snapped up immediately and fixed onto Stiles- giving him one of those low once-overs Stiles always saw people like Scott and Isaac getting- but never him.

It strangely didn't make him feel uncomfortable or exposed at all- just flattered.

"So, ah, where are we going? My dad's gonna be gone all day and, I really don't have anything planned, so I'm pretty much up for anything." Stiles stated awkwardly, whilst closing the door behind him, making sure he had his keys, wallet and phone in his pockets before he did so.

Toby looked at him, simply smiling and said, "It's a surprise, you're going to have to wait and see."

"Aww!" Stiles moaned, exaggeratedly pouting, "Wait. Where's your car?" he scoped his eyes around…but all he could see was his own blue jeep and…a motorbike?

"I ah, you're not uncomfortable on two wheels are you? I should've asked." Toby awkwardly scratched his hair as they walked over to the bike. An actually motorbike date! Wishes do come true!

"Nah man! My best friend owns a dirt bike, and these two…ah, acquaintances, twins actually- they ride as well- so I've been on the back of one a few times." Stiles assured and put on a helmet that Toby passed to him, safety-first and all that!

The both got onto the bike, Stiles pushed right up behind Toby, wrapping his arms around the narrow waist. He could feel the body heat, even though Toby's heavy navy jacket. It was nice. He smelled like warm sugar and curry powder.

"Okay, then. Hold on tight!" Toby warned, and started the engine.

Stiles instinctively knew he really didn't need to grip on tighter...or press his chest to Toby's back like that…but if given the chance to sneak-attack a hug- he was gonna take it!

Let's just hope this date went well and Stiles didn't stuff it up.

"You gotta lean with me when I lean, okay?" Toby was saying as they rode, but Stiles had heard it all before from Scott.

Stiles had briefly tried to ask where the hell they were actually going, but the wind was too loud in his ears once Toby sped up- and it wasn't exactly like the dude was relenting anyway.

They drove north for about 45 minutes, just the thrilling rush of wind and the constant feeling of closeness to have. Stiles hid his hands in Toby's jacket most of the ride- the wind causing them to chill.

They'd passed a few towns, but eventually, Toby slowed down and then stopped at this….playground? About three towns over from BH.

Stiles and Toby got off of the bike, stretching their limbs out and taking off their helmets.

Toby turned to Stiles with a huge grin on his face, "Come on- I want to show you something!" and then proceeded to grab Stiles' hand- and pull him away.

They walked hand-in hand up to the playground, or more like jogged since Toby seemed to be so excited to show Stiles whatever it was.

And what it was…it was…

A fucking gigantic slippery dip!

Like, the thing was at least as tall as a two-story building…maybe more, and was built with this massive wooden log winding staircase and a look-out tower platform. Its surface was made of shiny oiled and slightly looped metal that angled itself down in the perfect way. The thing was like a childhood dream come true!

Wait…if this slide had been there, in a park only three towns over- why hadn't he been there before?! Damn the lost opportunities!

Stiles turned to Toby with wide eyes and said, "My God, do you know how serious this is?"

Toby looked smug, "I knew you'd like it- I saw it on my way driving back into Beacon Hills- it's off the highway though, which is probably why most out of towners don't know about it- but I got lucky when I went in search of a place to buy a spare tire."

"I-" Stiles was speechless, no-one had ever really taken the consideration to do something like this for him, not ever.

It was amazing that Toby even knew that Stiles would like childish things like a massive slippery dip. It was so…there were really just no words actually.

The guy was almost out of a move; he looked amazing, he was nice, shy, older and not at all imposing- but more importantly- he actually got Stiles. No-one but Scott had ever really gotten Stiles before, and it was such a good feeling to have, like being lifted up into the air and pushed through the clouds.

"You wanna have a go on it?" Toby asked, smirking that dimply smile and looking amused at Stiles' reaction.

"Yes! Yes I do! Take me to the mega- slippery-dip! Please!" Jesus- they'd only been there two minutes and already Stiles could tell it was going to be the best date ever.

Sageandmilk:

Now, I must warn you before people get too crazy about Toby- this is a STEREK endgame story (sorry for anyone who doesn't ship them :()- so yeah, do with that what you will, but in the meantime...