October 20th

Four days and Stiles was thanking whatever deity out there that he'd convinced his dad to get him unlimited texting because he and Derek had done nothing but text. They arranged a date for later tonight but for now they were just happily texting each other. There texts had covered a lot of different subjects. Starting with the simple stuff and then after a drink on Friday Stiles got a little drunk and little more personal.

16.10 20:34pm D to S: What's your favourite film?

16.10 20:42pm S to D: Batman. He's super awesome and has some kick ass gadgets. To make it even better Bale is hot!

It had gone from normal like that to…

18.10 00:05am S to D: Deeeeeeerek! I wan dher yoooo

18.10 00:09am D to S: Are you drunk?

18.10 00:16am S to D: Npppp. Im hernuy fur yooo

18.10 00:18am D to S: Go to sleep Stiles.

18.10 00:27am S to D: Bwt hhhhhhh np sx fur eeee

18.10 00:30am S to D: Derk

18.10 00:43am S to D: Sweeply

18.10 00:54am S to D: Yo shiudl rake yy visce ndd sweelp

And Stiles honestly could have punched himself in the face when he opened his new texts on the 19th because there was no way he was entering the real world after drinking that much. According to Lydia though he wasted his day by sleeping and Stiles counteracts with he had the best day by sleeping!

18.10 13:06pm D to S: So I think I've managed to decipher some of your texts and I believe you want to be under me?

18.10 13:06pm D to S: Still horny for me Stiles?

18.10 13:08pm D to S: You know I might want to be under you?

And Stiles had just laughed because Derek didn't make it weird, or atleast weirder, he just went with it and wasn't actually put off by Stiles and his texting habits. So yeah Derek was good and nice, and Stiles really fucking wanted to have sex with him because he was really fucking hot. But he also really did not want to live in dorms next year so he had to win this bet and he had exactly 7 weeks left. Stiles thumped his head down on the table in front of him and for about the hundredth time this week asked what the hell he was thinking with this bet. Stiles stopped banging his head when someone sat down and cleared their throat. He looked up at Lydia.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Why did I make the bet?"

"Because Jackson had something you wanted. And when someone has something you want you find a way to get it."

"I know that but I want to sleep with Derek."

"And you can in 7 weeks."

"Lydia there is no way he will wait that long."

"You might not need to wait that long."

"What do you know?"

"Hmmm?"

"Lydia we've been friends for years, I know you and I know when you know something."

"I made a new friend."

"And who is it?"

"Her name's Erica Reyes."

"Yeah I know her, she Derek's friend."

"He's in this for a similar reason to you."

"WHAT?!"

"He may have also made a bet with Erica and she really wants to win."

"So she told you to tell me."

"Yes but I didn't tell her anything about this bet. So as far as she knows I'm just informing you that Derek bet he could get you to sleep with him in two months."

"What an asshole! I've been sat here thinking he's a nice guy, I'm gonna punch him in the balls."

"Or…"

"Or…"

"Stiles you have to go the next two months without sleeping with him. If you do you get the room, if you break it off then the bet is off. Don't dump him, show him you deserve respect."

"When you say respect you mean crush him right because I'm happier with that."

"He has to sleep with you in two months, make sure he doesn't."

"What does he even win?"

"I don't know she wouldn't tell me. But the fact is whatever it is, to win he has to stay with you, and why not have a little fun."

"You want me to mess with him?"

"Make him suffer."

"There's a reason I loved you for years. Your mind terrifies and excites me."

"Of course it does, I'm amazing."

"By the way what's included in sex?"

"Sorry sweetie it covers everything from hand jobs to penetration."

"Dammit. But still I've never done this before, I am probably more excited than I should be, but who cares." Lydia rolled her eyes at Stiles's glee but she was glad she could help him. It really would be fun to watch Derek suffer for the next 7 weeks.

Stiles stood in front of his mirror and checked himself out. Lydia had taken him shopping and she had bought him a whole new wardrobe. He had tried to tell her no but she had just glared at him and told him that it would all be worth it to make sure Derek never made a bet like this again. So Stiles had a new wardrobe and he looked amazing. He was wearing a fitting black shirt that showed off his leaner body, his jeans looked as though they had been painted to his legs but his ass looked amazing so he decided that it was worth it. Stiles took a deep breath as someone knocked on the door. 19:30. Right on time. Stiles waited until Derek knocked a second time and then answered the door. He beamed at Derek who had seem to stopped halfway through a word as he looked Stiles up and down.

"You okay Derek?"

"Erm…yeah."

"Are you ready to go?" Stiles smirked as Derek finally met his eyes and he seemed to realise what he'd been doing as his ears turned red.

"Yeah. Sorry I was just a little thrown."

"By what?" The innocent act was the best act, according to Lydia. Stiles had his doubts.

"Did you buy new clothes?"

"What these? Oh god no, I just didn't want to do laundry and this was all I had." Derek nodded his head dumbly as he raked his eyes up Stiles legs. Stiles wanted to just let him stare but Lydia had told him that these jeans hugged his ass for a reason and Derek needed to see that. Stiles pushed Derek back a little as he pulled the door closed behind him. He pulled the door closed till he heard it click, then he smiled at Derek and took off down the hallway. He smirked again as he heard Derek give a small whimper, he schooled his features and stopped. He looked over at Derek who was still stood by his door. "Are you gonna come Derek?" Lydia was right. Innocent totally made it sound like an innuendo; Derek blushed and walked after him. Stiles saw Derek rearrange his trousers before he turned around and started walking again.

"So where are we going?"

"I was thinking of a movie."

"Great. I can't wait." Stiles probably looked a little crazy with glee but he really couldn't wait. A dark theatre with Derek, a lot can happen at the back of that theatre. Stiles and Derek walked side by side till they reached the Camaro and Derek opened the door for him and Stiles climbed in. Derek drove them to theatre and they stayed in companionable silence. Derek smiled over at Stiles a few times and he looked happy, if he knew what Stiles was thinking he wouldn't but he didn't so Stiles just smiled back. Derek pulled in to the parking lot behind the theatre and they walked in together. Stiles let Derek pay, since Stiles wasn't going to be watching the film anyway, and then they grabbed two drinks, Stiles got a hot dog and Derek got popcorn and they made their way in to the screen. Stiles beamed as he looked around apart from a couple at the front they were totally alone, he nudged Derek towards the back of the theatre and they sat down. Stiles balanced his hot dog on his knees and then started to pull the bread apart; he needed to eat the hot dog separately. He could see Derek watching his hands as he ate, Lydia had mentioned that he needed to draw attention to his fingers and his mouth, so he did, he ripped up the bread and Derek just watched as he put it in his mouth and the tips of his fingers dragged across his bottom lip. He could see Derek's tongue sweep across his own bottom lip as Stiles sucked the sauce from his fingers. Stiles hadn't even noticed the lights going down or the adverts or the movie starting because he just wanted to see what other reactions he could get out of Derek. Stiles stared down at his lap and had to hold back his own blush because all that was left was the hot dog and either he'd look ridiculous or he'd look ridiculous but Derek would get turned on anyway. Stiles brought it to his mouth and licked at the sauce on the end, he heard Derek take a quick breath and Stiles decided what the hell as he swirled his tongue around it to lick off the sauce. He pushed it in to his mouth and hollowed his cheeks a little. He could hear Derek panting a little beside him and Stiles finished off the hot dog without showing him any concern. Stiles knew he was being a little shit and he should probably quit while Derek was like this but he never did know when to stop and this was going better than expected. Stiles picked up his drink and swirled the straw around with his tongue, he had no idea what was happening on the screen but neither did Derek so it didn't really matter. Stiles put his drink down and decided to go for it so he put his hand on Derek's knee. Derek's eyes followed the movement as Stiles moved his hand slowly further up Derek's leg. Derek sucked in a breath as Stiles hand drifted closer to his cock. Stiles attention was kept on the screen and his face was completely still while Derek practically panicked in the theatre. Stiles hand stopped just at the top of Derek's thigh and Derek released the breath he'd been holding. Stiles smirked before he leaned over to Derek and brought his mouth up to Derek's ear.

"Are you okay?" his breath ghosted over Derek's cheek as he whispered.

"I'm fine."

"Sure about that? You're looking a little flushed." Stiles bent his head a little as he kissed down Derek's neck. He felt Derek swallow and Stiles ghosted his fingers over his clothed cock. Stiles licked at Derek's pulse point and pressed a little more firmly against his cock. Stiles sucked a mark in to his neck and ran his fingers over Derek's full length before he pulled away completely. Derek stared at Stiles as he sat back in his seat as though nothing had happened. Stiles looked at him then gave him a small smile.

"I'm sorry that was unfair of me, to be honest you've seemed sick all night and I should have just made you go home and rest." Derek stared at Stiles with wide eyes and then slowly turned to look at the screen. Stiles couldn't help but feel happy the rest of the film, mission blue balls was coming together. Okay Lydia was right he really needed a better name for this.

They were sat in Derek's car. They had finished the movie, with neither of them really knowing what the hell actually happened in it. Derek didn't know if he was supposed to mention what just happened but Stiles took that decision out of his hands when he started apologising. He apologised again and again, but Derek wasn't sick and now Derek felt guilty because Stiles felt bad for making it worse but there was nothing wrong with him. Derek should just tell him that but Stiles was still talking.

"STILES." He stopped talking. "I'm not sick. You didn't do anything wrong tonight, I'm sorry if I made you feel like that you just threw me off guard."

"Me why?"

"Well the last date we went on you were kind of awkward and now you're like hot tight clothes and touching my dick in the back of a theatre."

"Maybe I'm not as awkward as you think Derek." Stiles leaned forward and kissed Derek. He fisted his hand in his hair and pulled Derek a little further over the middle console. Derek had one arm holding himself up and one holding on to Stiles's hip. They kissed until their cheeks were a little red from the lack of breathing and they were both panting. Stiles placed one more kiss to Derek's lips then winked at him before climbing out of the car. Derek stayed where he was, resting on the middle console as he watched Stiles walk away. Derek swallowed back the drool that was forming because Jesus Stiles ass looked good in those jeans. Derek only pushed himself back in to his seat when Stiles had stepped in to his building. Derek rested his head against the head rest and spoke to the empty car,

"What the hell just happened?"