Disclaimer: See initial drabble.
A/N: Just felt like writing something fluffy tonight before I went to bed...not going to jump on my bed, most certainly not.
"A king-sized bed? For m…us?" Stiles sounds giddy and he tests out the bed by sitting on the edge, and then bouncing on it.
"It's…springy," Stiles decides. He crawls to the center of the bed and starts jumping on it.
"Uh, Stiles…" Derek watches from the sidelines, growing slightly dizzy.
Stiles jump-walks over to him, reaches a hand out toward Derek. He's surprisingly strong, pulls Derek up onto the bed with him.
And, they bounce, because the bed's springy and Stiles is jumping, and Derek either has to join in or fall flat on his ass.
And, well, it's kind of fun, even if Derek won't admit it aloud.
Can't, because he knows that he'd never live it down.
Isaac and Scott are in the other room, watching TV; some ridiculous teenage vampire show that's heavier on the angst and the drama than it is on the supernatural elements.
They're kissing.
Making out on his couch, surrounded by the various strays that Stiles has brought home.
And Derek is trying not to notice, trying to 'be cool' with it, trying to focus on Stiles and the bed and the bouncing.
Trying not to give into the temptation to smile, or growl, or lose control and drag Stiles down onto the bed, show the younger man that there are other uses for a king-sized bed than trying to jump high enough to touch the ceiling.