A/N

Characters: Derek/Stiles (Slash!)

Length: Part one of two! Possibly.

Prompt: The texting prompt (about how Stiles has no concept of the english language. and also the talking dirty one, sorta)

Takes place: Waaaaay before the list.

Warnings: Slash. Unbetaed/unedited. Short. Rambly. Odd texting (if you can't understand it, look it up or I'll post a translation during the next one. These are fairly simple, part two will be MUCH worse)

Disclaimer: Teen wolf isn't mine.

One: this is for my lovely reviwer ksz for being my 50th reviewer (By my count, which I can't do but yeah...) Round of applause for ksz, woooo!

Also, two: I've been putting off watching teen wolf so it wouldn't affect my story. Yesterday I watched episode ten, and let me just say...Danny's abs...omg...omg...-spazz...and his butt too, and those jeans and wow...but his abs...yeah...wow...I will definately be doing some wild threesome dreams DerekxStilesxDanny. But not for a GOOD while.

D: What is up?

Derek cringed as he hit send but he ignored the feeling bubbling up in his chest…there was no way he was doing this. Derek Hale did NOT text. Before he could fully return his attention to the road, he felt his phone buzz and he quickly slid it open.

S: nm u

Derek blinked, and turned the phone upside down. The boy had sent him three distinct letters and he could only assume they were some weird acronym. Rolling his eyes in confusion he hurriedly switched lands unto the slow lane and pulled off at his exit. Coming off the ramp he was glad to finally be back in his town. Amazingly enough even after everything that had happened here this place would always be just that. His town.

S: ?

The boy was impatient as ever, Derek noted as he felt his phone vibrate again. He didn't even know his phone could vibrate like that. He'd never had the cause to…text anyone before. However, knowing that he could never ask this question in person and Stiles ADD making phone conversations unbearable he had decided that texting was the best option.

Texting with one thumb quickly, he was glad that he used his phone for other forms of writing prior to this, otherwise this would have been nearly impossible to do while driving.

D: I'm just coming back into town, can we

Derek paused for a moment, trying to figure out how best to phrase this stupid thing.

D: can we meet? I have some things to discuss.

S: scot

D: Not exactly.

S: Where? Ur not goin 2 BTSOOM r u?

Derek swore he nearly crashed his car when he read that text. Finally swinging onto the road he was heading for he realized he'd already answered the where of Stiles question, and even a when!

He'd nearly hit a tree because he could SWEAR that text said "BDSM" or at second glance "bottom." Immediately the thought of Stiles dominating him and taking over while hilarious in other situations sent a surge of heat through his entire body and he nearly groaned at the thought. Clenching his teeth he forced himself back onto the road and tried to ignore the bad thoughts that wanted to creep into his head.

Even as he felt the initial heat die down he could still feel the tingle shooting through his stomach. The idea of Stiles, definitely aided by handcuffs, holding Derek down and having his way with him…that was…so ridiculously hot. Stiles would lick every inch of his body slowly, so fucking slowly that Derek would want nothing more than to snap the chains and take him right there and then. But he would refrain and watch the ripple of emotions playing over his soulmate's face as he watched Derek come apart and shatter below him and it would be amazing and painful and –

Derek shook his head as he turned another corner much harder than it needed to be taken. Slowing down he took a good look at the message and sucked in a shot of air. For courage not because he was still thinking dirty thoughts…no…

D: Movies? Now?

S: ROTPOTA?

D: What?

What the fuck…was that! Sighing to himself he made his last turn and saw his destination in sight. Good. He had it on good authority (Scott) that this was a smart move, but really, could you trust someone who only knew he was crushing badly on Stiles because he could…smell it?

S: Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes.

D: oh, yeah sure.

Derek sighed to himself, he'd already seen that movie, but say what. He would more than enjoy spending time with Stiles anyway, and this pretense was best. Movies. Casual. Yes, nothing more than two guys hanging out. One of them was most certainly not feeling incredible amounts of lust for the other. Noooo, they most certainly were not mates. He would ignore all that for today.

Derek pulled into the parking lot and was pleased when Stiles walked out half a beat later and gave him a look of shock that rivalled all his other overexagerated emotions. Stiles hoped into the passenger seat of his car and Derek tried not to growl as the boys scent assaulted him. God, he smelt great…

Stiles smelt of sweat and musk and a mixture of other scents that Derek couldn't name. He could feel his head subconsciously lulling backwards into his seat, wanting to roll to the side so he could inhale deeply. He wanted to bury his neck in Stiles' neck and breathe deeply until he couldn't stand it any longer.

"um…Hi Derek."

Derek nodded slowly, not wanting to betray his emotions as he fought to compose himself. He made a show of starting, the car and driving off.

"So, how did you know I didn't come with my jeep today?"

Derek shrugged again, because the answer to that was 'scott' and he didn't want to go down THAT line of questioning just yet.

After a few minutes of silence where Derek could SWEAR he could feel Stiles' nerves getting worse and worse, he finally broke it just as Stiles opened his mouth to undoubtedly put his foot into it.

"Anyone ever tell you, you text like a fucking ape?"

Okay… not the nicest comment he'd ever made, but really, his sense of humor had always been strange.

To his pleasant surprise Stiles' let out a gigantic chuckle at that, the sound filling Derek with pleasant emotions so much that he almost went along and laughed with him. Almost.

"Haha, yeah, all the freaking time. You did a good job responding though, you're smarter than you look." Stiles smirked at him and Derek returned the expression.

"I could say the same to you."

"Tha-" Derek parked the car and they got out, "hey!" Derek's smirk widened as the boy caught on. Buying tickets and food in silence they walked right into the cinema silently as sat towards the middle seats of the middle row. Stiles insisting that as a movie afficenado he knew the best seats in the house. Derek thought they were too close but he ignore it.

Stiles, little bastard that he was, waited until Derek had sat down and the movie had started before he made his move. As the noise filled the cinema and Derek took a slow, calculated sip of his soda he heard something only audible to his superior hearing.

"So Derek, is this our first date then?"

Needless to say, the row in front of them ended up covered in soda…