[ derek rushes him, but everything kind of slows down for stiles for those few seconds. he feels derek's hands on his face first, warm and firm and secure as he cups his jaw. he feels the light pressure of his fingers, tilting his head up just a fraction of an inch, and he feels derek's breath ghost over his lips before they're kissing, and even in slow motion stiles still finds himself... surprised. even with the split-second warning, he still feels a little off balance, and for a full second, he just stands there with his eyes still open and his brows gently furrowed. his arms start to loosen round his things for a moment, like he's about to lift his arms to pull derek in closer to him, but he catches himself before he just - drops all of his laundry on the floor in the hallway.
instead, he melts. his eyes close and he sighs out through his nose and he leans into derek just a bit, pressing his crossed arms into derek's chest, squashing his clothes between the both of them. his stupid bat catches in the doorway, which is frustrating, but probably also a good thing, otherwise he might have just fallen right on in, tripped right into derek, moreso than he already has.
when derek pulls back, stiles only barely manages not to tilt forward, his eyes still closed and his lips still gently pursed. he looks like an idiot. he looks so dumb but he feels kind of floaty and loose and content. he swipes his tongue across lower lip, and then opens his eyes, only because derek is - taking all of his stuff from him. stiles lets it all go, twists to let derek pull his backpack off of him. he keeps the bat, just because he forgets to hand it over.
stiles stays in the entryway. for a second or three he just stands there, a little dumb-looking as he glances around the apartment. his eyes fall on the darkened stain on the carpet, which makes his stomach flip and swoop a little with a tiny wave of arousal. he's going to live with derek. he and derek are going to live together. here, for a night or two probably, and then they're going to move and leave this place behind and stiles is... really excited about it. as fondly as he looks at the carpet stain, there isn't really a whole lot he's going to miss about this apartment once he and derek set up in a new place.
he glances up when derek comes back, watching him quietly as he touches his lip. stiles casually leans the wide end of his bat against the floor, leans some of his weight into the handle, using it as a crutch. like a makeshift cane. he opens his fingers around the flat base, then flexes them and curls them into a fist, scratching at the back of one calf with his opposite foot.
stiles is smiling when derek finally looks up, though it's faint and you kind of have to squint to see it. he raises his eyebrows questioningly, but finds himself breaking out into a wider, brighter, slightly lopsided smile. he lifts his free hand, splays his fingers a little in an awkward wave. ]
... Hi. Where'd you go?
[ not like - physically. stiles knows he went to the bedroom to put his stuff down, but derek looks a little spacey and distracted, and he keeps touching his bottom lip and it's. kind of cute. it's really cute. just to be clear, though, stiles lifts his awkward wave-y hand and taps his fingers to the side of his own head. ]
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instead, he melts. his eyes close and he sighs out through his nose and he leans into derek just a bit, pressing his crossed arms into derek's chest, squashing his clothes between the both of them. his stupid bat catches in the doorway, which is frustrating, but probably also a good thing, otherwise he might have just fallen right on in, tripped right into derek, moreso than he already has.
when derek pulls back, stiles only barely manages not to tilt forward, his eyes still closed and his lips still gently pursed. he looks like an idiot. he looks so dumb but he feels kind of floaty and loose and content. he swipes his tongue across lower lip, and then opens his eyes, only because derek is - taking all of his stuff from him. stiles lets it all go, twists to let derek pull his backpack off of him. he keeps the bat, just because he forgets to hand it over.
stiles stays in the entryway. for a second or three he just stands there, a little dumb-looking as he glances around the apartment. his eyes fall on the darkened stain on the carpet, which makes his stomach flip and swoop a little with a tiny wave of arousal. he's going to live with derek. he and derek are going to live together. here, for a night or two probably, and then they're going to move and leave this place behind and stiles is... really excited about it. as fondly as he looks at the carpet stain, there isn't really a whole lot he's going to miss about this apartment once he and derek set up in a new place.
he glances up when derek comes back, watching him quietly as he touches his lip. stiles casually leans the wide end of his bat against the floor, leans some of his weight into the handle, using it as a crutch. like a makeshift cane. he opens his fingers around the flat base, then flexes them and curls them into a fist, scratching at the back of one calf with his opposite foot.
stiles is smiling when derek finally looks up, though it's faint and you kind of have to squint to see it. he raises his eyebrows questioningly, but finds himself breaking out into a wider, brighter, slightly lopsided smile. he lifts his free hand, splays his fingers a little in an awkward wave. ]
... Hi. Where'd you go?
[ not like - physically. stiles knows he went to the bedroom to put his stuff down, but derek looks a little spacey and distracted, and he keeps touching his bottom lip and it's. kind of cute. it's really cute. just to be clear, though, stiles lifts his awkward wave-y hand and taps his fingers to the side of his own head. ]