Chapter 3: Sexually Suggestive Eyebrows

"Stiles."

Yeah, okay, he had definitely fainted.

"You fainted."

Thank you, Caption Obvious.

Derek glared at him. Stiles suspected he might have accidentally said that out loud.

"I'd consider slamming your head into the floor if it wasn't so adorable that you just fainted over the thought of having sex with me."

Stiles might have whimpered, but he'd never admit it. "How do you make the word adorable sound so condescending?"

"Don't I make everything sound condescending?"

"It's like you can read my mind."

Derek leaned into him. "Are you going to faint on me again?"

Stiles attempted to take a deep breath. He wished he could blame his inability to do so on the very muscly, and hence heavy, werewolf on top of him, but Derek's weight had nothing to do with it and all to do with other stuff... and things. Stuff and things that were touching Stiles' stuff and things and... "I'm not gonna lie, high probability of fainting on my end."

"This isn't going to be any fun if you're unconscious."

"My brain is just a little overstimulated, I mean, more than usual... which is saying something."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"If you stop I might actually cry."

"I swear if you start crying I'm going to laugh at you."

"You're so nice to me."

"Don't pretend like you don't love that I show my love through growling and small bouts of violence."

Stiles may or may not have whimpered again. "It's pretty freaking hot when you slam me up against walls."

Derek smirked. "Why do you think I do it so often."

"How long?"

Derek did a thing with his eyebrows.

"Sexual innuendo conveyed through eyebrows... I don't know how you do it." Stiles rolled his eyes. "I meant how long have you... well... liked me, I guess."

Derek shifted and- oh, that was a very personal piece of Derek that Stiles was now feeling against his thigh. From the glint in Derek's eyes Stiles would have bet his life on the fact that he did it on purpose. "Do you remember when you climbed into your dad's cruiser and said 'Just so you know, I'm not afraid of you' after you got me arrested?"

Stiles eyes widened. "We'd only known each other for, like, two days."

"It was impressive nonetheless... even though I could hear your heart pounding proving you were, in fact, afraid of me. But you never stopped standing up to me and calling me out on my shit and... I need someone like that. Someone to keep me straight." Derek looked a little uncomfortable at his confusion and quickly went on, "And besides, when your dad pulled you out of the cruiser your shirt and jacket rode up a little in the back... I was intrigued."

"You were checking out my jailbait back? Derek... my Dad will literally shot you."

"Good thing I'm a werewolf then."

"Follow up question... you- uh- I never would have taken you for a bottom."

Derek, surprisingly, didn't kill Stiles. Instead he smirked. "Not actually a question." Derek went on anyway. "I don't really see it as a 'pick your side' sort of thing. But I guess I usually do. Top, I mean."

"Then why..."

"It's your first time, it can be kind of overwhelming... and on top of that bottoming as your first time... you'd definitely end up fainting again."

Stiles just stared at him.

"Plus, we don't have anything. I'd hurt you."

Stiles kept staring at him.

The silence stretched on... and on... as Derek waited for Stiles to reply.

"Did I break you or something?"

"No, I- just- that... was adorable."

Derek's face was something to fear.

"Okay, now you're back to looking like you're going to kill me."

"Noooo," Derek growled out. "I'm going to ruin you."

Don't stop (Stop)
Turn it on, turn it up, make it louder (Yeah)
I don't wanna miss a single thing
I wanna hear every melody (Yeah)