Derek stared down into the small box on the end of his bed, wrapping strewn around his sheets where’d he’d opened it a bit enthusiastically. His eyes were locked on what’d been inside when he’d finally torn the lid off, face frozen like the didn’t quite know how to react.
"Derek?" Scott asked quietly, nervously, biting his lip like he was waiting for a reaction. Derek could hear his heart beat stuttering in his chest, like he was waiting to either lay back and enjoy his gift for Derek or hop up and run way from the embarrassment.
"So…" Derek began, hands reaching slowly to grab his.. gift, "You want me to wear this?”
"I mean.. If you want to," Scott coughed, cheeks reddening by the second. His big brown eyes were locked onto Derek’s, the strain making moisture build up and give his eyes a wet, begging look that Derek knew Scott was doing on purpose.
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