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Stiles

It was nearing 12 in the afternoon when Stiles finally managed to drag himself out of bed. He didn't start work for another day and he was relishing he lie ins until he'd be forcing himself up at seven in the morning.

He swayed to the kitchen like a zombie and put a pot of coffee on, setting the milk on he side ready to pour when it was done. A knock resounded from the open area into the kitchen and he groaned, he was not a fan of moving around when he'd just woken up. Regardless, he made for the door, his be-slippered feet allowing him to slide along.

Wrenching the door open, he attempted a bright smile at the mail man who stood there holding a parcel.

"Are you Mr. Stilinski?" He asked.

"The one and only." Stiles joked, but the mail man didn't look amused.

"Sign here." He ordered and Stiles did so, not bothering to waste his friendliness on the man. Handing him the parcel, he left without so much as a good bye. Stiles shook his head in disapproval, then noticed a plank of wood by his door that looked suspiciously like a shelf. There was a note attached to it.

'It should fit, if it's too big let me know. D.H.' Stiles' cheeks flushed a bright red at Derek's choice of words, obviously he wasn't insinuating anything along the lines of the images filling Stiles' head. He grabbed the shelf and hurriedly shut the door, abandoning the parcel on the four person dining table.

He scurried to the living room and fumbled with the piece of wood, trying to slot it into the bookcase. To his surprise, it fit perfectly, Derek had to be good at what he did to be able to make a shelf with no measurements. He made a mental note to mention it to him when they went for a beer.

Remembering his coffee, he skidded back to kitchen and poured himself a steamy mug of much needed caffeine. After obliterating it with milk and heaps of sugar, he sat down carefully on his soft couch and went to turn the TV on as he would have at home. The appliance was unresponsive, and Stiles was reminded of his frustration when he was setting the flat up.

He wondered if Derek knew anything about electronics.

His eyes widened at his own thought, since he'd woken up the main subject of his thoughts had been Derek. What was going on? 'What I think is happening better not be happening or I'm screwed.' He thought to himself. In short, Derek was an antisocial, insanely hot guy. In one word, unattainable.

Taking a worried gulp of coffee, he wondered whether exposing himself to more Derek was really a good idea, given that he was already giving him inappropriate fantasies involving tool belts and cheesy lines about fixing Stiles 'problem'. However, whether he liked it or not, he had to thank Derek for the favour.

After much deliberation, he left his now empty mug in the sink and scribbled out a note to Derek.

Stiles sipped his drink as he waited for Derek to arrive. He was fidgeting restlessly, a little nervous about the meeting with his steely neighbour. He was five minutes late as it stood, had he seen the note he'd hastily slipped under his front door? If he hadn't Stiles would be left feeling rather stupid.

He'd debated simply knocking and asking, but that left the potential for rejection and being rejected by Derek had to be more brutal than any rejection on the planet. He sighed dejectedly and distracted himself with the TV in the bar, a rather depressing reminder that he'd need to get his own television fixed up.

There was a tap on his shoulder and he nearly fell off his stool in fright. Standing behind him was the very man he'd been certain wasn't going to make an appearance.

"Hey, don't scare me like that." Stiles scolded breathlessly, Derek raised an eyebrow and slid onto the stool next to him.

"Did the shelf fit?" He asked, although it sounded more of a statement than a question.

"Uh yeah it did, thanks by the way. How did you make it without measurements?" Stiles asked, but he simply shrugged and ordered a beer.

"I have that bookcase. These apartments are furnished pretty much the same." He explained.

"Ah." Stiles replied dumbly, it seemed obvious once Derek had said it.

"What are you drinking?" Derek questioned, eyeing his glass curiously. Stiles was a little embarrassed, he wasn't fond of alcohol.

"Pineapple juice." He admitted, avoiding eye contact.

Derek snorted.

"You're at a bar drinking juice?" He said incredulously.

"And?"

"How old are you?" The man cocked his head.

"23." Stiles snapped, a little defensive. Derek smirked a little, catching Stiles off guard. "What about you?" Stiles was genuinely intrigued, it was hard to gauge just by looking at him.

"28." He answered. Stiles was taken aback, he hadn't expected him to be so close to 30.

He let out a low whistle.

"Old man." He joked, Derek rolled his eyes.

"Little kid." He countered.

"Hey! I'm old enough to drive, drink, buy a gun, have sex... I'm pretty sure that makes me an adult."

Something unrecognisable flashed in Derek's eyes.

"Is there any reason that you're reminding me you're old enough to have sex?"

Derek

'What the hell?' Was what Derek's conscience yelled at him the minute the sentence left his mouth. Stiles sat facing him, cheeks now bright red and eyes darting about, avoiding Derek. He didn't know what had triggered him to say it, and he couldn't discern whether he regretted it or not.

When he thought about it, he didn't really know why he'd made a lot of the decisions he'd made in relation to his neighbour. Why had he fixed his shelves? Why had he made him a new one? Why had he gone to a bar with him? And why had he just made such an inappropriate comment?

The uncertainty made Derek uncomfortable, talking to people was so unpredictable, he had little to no control over it. At least when he was talking to Stiles. Most people just heeded the 'fuck off' that his blunt answers and silence screamed at them but Stiles was never phased.

At least until now.

The man fiddled with the rim of his glass, evidently lost for words. That was amazing in itself, Derek had been under the impression the guy always had a snappy answer for everything. After a few moments of tense silence, Stiles took a sip of his juice and finally spoke.

"I didn't mean anything in particular by it, I guess it's just on the list of things you do as an adult, not that everyone has sex- I mean most people do, like a lot these days- apart from me! Shit, that's not relevant-" Stiles' nervous blabbering was nothing short of hilarious. Derek couldn't resist making it worse.

"You saying you're a virgin?" Stiles looked horrified, though the question had the desired effect.

"No! I'm just saying I don't have sex a lot- I'm not a prude! I just don't sleep around, not that there's anything wrong with people who do-"

"Stiles." Derek interrupted, Stiles exhaled heavily and buried his head in his arms that were crossed on the bar.

"Sorry, I get a little flustered when awkward topics come up." He apologised when he resurfaced.

Derek could have laughed, he was like a thirteen year old girl in an attractive 23 year old man's body. Wait, had Derek just thought attractive?

"Sex is an awkward topic?" He asked. Stiles let out a small sigh.

"I guess, I mean it's a pretty personal thing, right?"

Derek shrugged. Sex was sex, of course he'd done it before but only once in a committed relationship.

"Depends on the person." He said blankly. Derek didn't favour promiscuity, but as a natural loner, no-strings-attached deals were far easier for him.

Stiles nodded slowly, staring into space.

"Do you... Prefer one night stands or something?" A subtle pink tinged his face at the forwardness of the question. Derek thought carefully about his answer.

"I'm not a people person." Stiles didn't seem satisfied with his response, scrunching his nose up.

"So?" Derek stiffened a little, he didn't really want to elaborate on why his dating history was so short.

"I don't really do relationships." He murmured, swigging his beer. Stiles looked somewhat disappointed, Derek hoped to god it wasn't for the reason he thought.

"I guess I can see why, you're not very friendly." He chuckled, smile back in place.

"I'm sitting here having a drink with you aren't I? Even if you are just drinking juice." He sniped. Stiles burst out laughing, the sound was pleasant, not too loud and almost infectious. Stiles looked good when he laughed, his pink lips open revealing straight white teeth.

"I'd drink if it tasted nice... And if I wasn't a total lightweight." He admitted. Derek shot him a questioning look. "College was on hell of an experience." He added, smiling faintly.

"How so?" Stiles shifted a little, looking at his empty glass as if it were the most interesting object he'd ever come across.

"Er, well it was where I realised I'm gay." Oh. Derek had not expected that. Stiles certainly didn't give off a stereotypical straight vibe but he wasn't obviously gay either. Not that Derek had been thinking extensively about Stiles' sexuality.

Derek had had sexual relationships with both women and men but he'd never actually labelled himself. Putting a word on something as complex as sexuality never really sat right with him. Stiles appeared discouraged by Derek's silence.

"Listen, I'm not gonna jump your bones but if it bothers you I can just leave-"

"You don't think I'm attractive?" It was supposed to sound lighthearted in an attempt to relieve the awkwardness but it came out rather serious. Derek wasn't sure but it seemed as though Stiles was trying to set a record for most amount of times blushed in two hours.

'Cue crazy rambling.'

"No! You're really hot! I mean I'm not going to try anything on you, not that I wouldn't- oh god this isn't coming out right, ha ha no pun intended-"

"Stiles, shut up." Derek grabbed Stiles' wrist, and it did the trick. Mouth hanging open, the rapid fire of words ceased.

He studied the man sitting next to him, his eyes were amber, not brown, now that he was looking at them properly. His brain decided to remind him how pretty Stiles' pink mouth was, and he found himself subconsciously leaning forward.

"Maybe I would jump you after all." Stiles muttered.

Stiles

Somehow, he'd ended up back at his flat with Derek. More specifically, pressed against his front door as they kissed heatedly. Stiles' hands were locked in Derek's hair and tugging gently each time the taller man bit his lower lip.

Derek's hands sunk to Stiles' ass and squeezed hard. He yelped a little, not expecting the sudden jump in his underwear the action caused. Derek growled as his lips traced down Stiles' neck, sucking lightly. This man knew how to kiss. He couldn't help the moans that flew past his lips, he hadn't felt this way in so long.

In their lust filled stupor, Derek hooked Stiles legs around his waist, their arousals now painfully evident to each other. He fisted Stiles' shirt, pulling it up to reveal his bare skin, and a wave of uncertainty hit Stiles hard in his stomach. Did he really want to do this? He'd barely known Derek more than a week.

"Wait." He breathed, Derek stopped immediately, pulling back to face him. His eyes were hooded, he was clearly turned on. "I don't think I can do this." Stiles said in a small voice. Derek looked utterly confused, he let Stiles down and took a step back from him. His expression almost hurt.

"Fine. Thanks for the drinks." He said stonily, moving past Stiles to go through the door. Stiles wanted to chase after him, to tell him he'd changed his mind, but he was a little scared in all honesty. Derek had switched so quickly from the almost friendly guy at the bar he'd been chatting with back to the cold man who'd given him his pizza.

The man who he'd nearly done God knows what with when they only knew each other's names.

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