Wherein Derek and Beacon Hills’ newest deputy have a history.
“I wanna set Derek up with someone,” Stiles announces, and Scott’s character gets blown up by a rocket launcher. He pauses the game and turns to look at Stiles like he’s truly crazy - like out of everything that’s happened over the last six months, this is the weirdest thing he’s ever said. Isaac looks up from Melissa’s magazine and frowns. “What?”
In a fit of curiosity about how kissing feels like, Stiles proposes Derek that they each be the other’s first kiss–strictly platonic, of course. But afterwards, Stiles can’t stop noticing how hot Derek is, can’t stop thinking about kissing and touching him.
The five times Derek and Stiles “fake” kiss and one time they take things further.
It’s not like Stiles spends a huge amount of time thinking about it. But when he does it seems strange, good strange, but strange nevertheless, he cant really put a finger on when they decided to become civil to each other let alone friends, best friends even.
Derek should be done with practice any minute, is probably making his way to the locker room right about now, getting ready for Boyd to massage and ice his arm. Stiles pulls off his sweater and shirt, unzips his khakis halfway, just enough to show that he’s not wearing any underwear.
And he knows Derek isn’t sleeping with anyone else.
But it’s not like they’re dating, or like they’re together or anything.
That would require actual dates, and Stiles finally telling his dad who he’s been spending all his time with this summer, giving up his evasive just some guy I’m seeing casually, no we’re not really dating, no reason for you to meet him.
Scott wants the pack to go camping as a team building/group healing thing. Lots of wolfy dynamics. Hurt/Comfort. Stiles hiding a lot of pain. Derek being the only one who notices. Slow burn. Puppy piles. Eventual (outdoor? Tent?) sex. Meeting each other’s eyes across the campfire.