"Stiles, what did you do?" asked Derek, sitting next to his sort of boyfriend who was sat on the bench during his lacrosse practise with bandages on his hands and knees.

"Oh no, go away, why are you here?" moaned Stiles.

Derek rolled his eyes and said, "Shut up, no seriously, what happened to you?"

"I almost scored then Jackson tackled me and it hurt."

Derek glared at Jackson, he looked about ready to murder him. "I can kill him for you if you want, rip his throat out with my teeth, beat him with a baseball bat, scratch his Porsche..."

Stiles laughed and said, "No thank you, I'll get him back some other way."

"If you're sure."

"I am." Stiles yawns and leans his head on Derek's shoulder, who puts a hand on his arm in response since he doesn't want to touch Stiles battered hands and hurt him. They watch the lacrosse practise in amiable silence with Derek tracing patterns on Stiles' arm with his fingertips.

It felt like they'd been together for ever when it really had only been days.

Kira almost got hit in the face because she was too busy squealing to Scott about what a cute couple Derek and Stiles are.

Derek pulled away from Stiles to yell at her, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," replied Kira, smiling at how cute and concerned he was, "Don't worry about me, look after your bleeding boyfriend!"

People were looking at Stiles and Derek and both of them were blushing like crazy because of all the attention. Both felt slightly awkward because they aren't boyfriends, they haven't talked about the word boyfriend yet.

Derek decided to ignore the stares, he asked Stiles, "Do you know what you're going to dress up as for homecoming ?"

"No, I'll probably pick something up from the shop tomorrow, perks of working in a costume shop," he grinned, "You know you really don't have to go with me if you don't want to."

"Do you not want me to go?"

"No, no!" exclaimed Stiles, "Of course I do but I know you've done this whole high school thing already, you might not want to do it again."

Desperately wanting to hold his hand and comfort him, Derek settled for placing a hand on Stiles' knee when he told him, "If I wanted to avoid high school, I wouldn't be dating you and I am dating you, so I really don't mind going to homecoming or any school dances, I'll even put myself through prom again if you want me to."

"Prom?" Stiles was grinning at the thought of Derek wanting to be with him for long enough for them to go to prom together.

Derek blushed and teased, "If we're still together then."

"I hope we are."

"Me too."

They grin at each other. Stiles eyes dart down to Derek's lips and Derek leans in, closing the space between them. Stiles is nervous about kissing Derek like this without having the excuse of alcohol to kiss him in such a desperate and needy way. The only time they've ever really made out before was Lydia's party, every other kiss had been short and sweet. He isn't even thinking about the fact they are sat on a bench in the middle of his lacrosse practise. Derek's tongue swipes against his lips and Stiles smiles against his mouth.

"Stiles, get a room!" yells Jackson from across the field.

Embarrassed, the couple break apart, blushing furiously.

"I hate to agree with Jackson but watching my best friend make out with someone is kind of weird," frowned Scott looking disturbed.

Kira suggested, "Go make out in his car."

"Okay," grinned Stiles, "Coach, can I go? I'm not much use here anyway."

"Oh god yes just go, please go."

"Thank you!"