I JUST READ YOUR BIO AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT SEX ED EXPERT STILES AND SHY ASS INEXPERIENCED DEREK OMG PLEASE
A) I love this idea B) I really love this idea. Here is a super quick “how they meet” thing I wrote just now, but I am officially adding this to my enormous and out of control WIP/to write list, because I love it so much, and I need to see Derek sitting in on a class and getting flustered, Derek helping Stiles set up for a class and being intrigued/terrified/turned on by all the things, Derek and Stiles working up to varying levels of intimacy and sexytimes… Just. Did I mention I love this idea?
To say that Derek was surprised when the cute guy who came to the library every week, the guy with the amber colored eyes and the long fingers who he’d been working up the nerve to talk to for months, dropped his bag and a large, pink dildo and a slew of condoms flew across the floor would be an understatement.
Watching the man spring into action collecting the far-flung prophylactics, Derek finds himself sort of… stunned? He can feel the shock on his face, the way his fingers are twitching with the need to help, but he is frozen. He can’t imagine what this man, who for as much as he looks like walking temptation to Derek, also looks like an IT tech more than anything, would be walking around with a bag full of sex toys. Is he a prostitute? Oh god, what if he’s a hooker? What if he has sex for money, I can’t date someone who has sex for money! I wouldn’t know what to do with them!
Derek’s panicked internal monologue is interrupted by a cleared throat, and Derek is horrified to realize that the man he’s been drooling over since he started working at the library standing in front of him with a wide grin and a slight blush; Derek feels his ears warm up and his hand automatically reaches for the back of his own neck, rubbing anxiously while he forces his jaw to shut. “Um, hi,” the man begins, and his voice is so deep, Derek feels it in his belly. “I’m Stiles, and you’re kind of standing on my condom. Wow, is this the weirdest meet-cute ever, or what?”
Derek looks down, and sure enough he must’ve made some effort to move toward the guy- Stiles- while in his compromised state, because under his right foot is a short strip of rainbow colored condoms. Derek slowly lifts his foot up, avoiding holding Stiles’ gaze for more than a few fleeting seconds, but as Stiles drops down in front of Derek to retrieve the condoms, he finds that he can’t look away; Stiles’ head is right in front of Derek’s crotch, and as he suddenly becomes aware of every inch of his own skin, Derek also realizes he hasn’t said anything yet.
Stiles looks down to pick up the condoms, breaking eye contact momentarily, and it is only then that Derek can find the ability to speak. Of course, what he wanted to say doesn’t come out, there’s no suave introduction, or witty pick up line, no joke about the circumstances. Of course not. What Derek manages to say, in a voice that is breathy in a way that is wholly inappropriate, is “Meet cute?”
He barely has time to wince at his lack of flirtation skills, because Stiles laughs, and it sounds like music, and Derek feels it wash over him and tighten something in his belly. “Yeah, Derek,” Stiles says, tapping Derek’s name tag with a long, enticing finger, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to introduce myself to you for like, ever. Dropping my lesson materials literally at your feet was not something I considered.”
Stiles’ smile is contagious, and Derek feels an answering upturn of his own lips. His brain catches up to what Stiles had been saying, his distraction from watching Stiles’ mouth form the words having caused a slight delay. Unfortunately, he didn’t wait until his brain was back on board before he replied, because the next thing out of his mouth again fails to be endearing. “Lesson materials? I kinda thought you might be a sex worker.” His hand immediately flies to his mouth, and he feels his eyes widen in what would be a comical manner if he wasn’t absolutely mortified.
Stiles’ eyebrows shoot up, but he laughs again and reaches up to peel Derek’s hand away from his mouth, the touch feels hot and intimate. “Dude, that is strangely complementary. I think? But seriously, don’t cover up that stubble, ever,” his eyes darken slightly at that, and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. Derek wants to taste it.
“So, you’re some kind of sex educator?” Derek is grateful he has regained some of his faculties, and then he realizes that Stiles still has a hand on his wrist, they’re practically holding hands, and it causes a flash of warmth to rocket through him. Stiles seems to notice at the same time, and he draws his hand away with care, keeping a gentle smile on his face.
“Yep,” he says, popping the “p” loudly. “Can I maybe tell you about it over dinner sometime?”