[ they're boyfriends. stiles remembers this rather suddenly while he's still leaned in close, drawing in a deep breath through his nose. it's slightly sharper, like when you've been breathing shallowly for a while and your brain suddenly catches up and tries to make up for it by filling your lungs to capacity. for a moment, he feels slightly overwhelmed, but the anxiety is brief and manageable and nothing close to sour.
derek is his boyfriend, and they're dating, and this feels - this feels good. it feels good and it feels secure and stiles is glad that they're doing this. he's glad that they're going to stop living in separate places on opposite sides of the city, and he's glad they're going to exchange this highrise apartment for something a little more out of the way and private and more comfortable for derek, but also comfortable for stiles too.
stiles feels oddly calm about it, after his initial spike of nervousness.
derek smiles, so naturally, stiles smiles too, though it's much softer. it's faint, and it's fond, and he huffs a quiet breath out through his nose as derek waves his hand and puts and end to stiles' idiocy. derek said he was cute, but he was wrong. stiles is just dumb. he's dumb and he's awkward and he's goofy and sometimes a klutz. and he sometimes quotes older movies when he doesn't know what else to say.
stiles lets derek compose himself, and when he's done pulling himself together or whatever it is he's attempting to do, stiles is still waiting there to meet his eyes when he finally looks up. that little nod makes him want to laugh, derek's expression, all of it, but he saves it. he presses his lips together and he nods back, just once, and he lets himself be led.
at the threshold of the bedroom door, stiles pauses for half a beat and he leans and he does his best to prop his bat up against the door frame, but it's a poor effort. the bat rolls slightly, and then flops own with a muted thump against the carpet. stiles leaves it, and lets derek guide him the rest of the way.
admittedly, he gets the wrong idea at first, though he can hardly be blamed for it when derek is leading him straight to the bedroom after mentioning how badly he wants to kiss stiles. stiles' heart beat skips a little and he twists his hand slightly so he can ghost his fingers along the inside of derek's wrist. he sits down when derek pushes at him, bouncing slightly, unintentional.
and then derek lets him go an he leaves him and he starts to unzip stiles' backpack instead, which forces him to reevaluate. stiles swallows. he's not disappointed, just - a little off track, apparently, which is fine. he's still content. he watches as derek unzips his bag, watches him slide out his laptop and plug it in and flip the switch, and it's all very simple. it's literally nothing, but it's also not nothing.
stiles is going to sleep here with derek tonight. he's slept here before, but he'll sleep here tonight and the only leaving he'll have to do is when he gets out of bed to maybe make some coffee in the morning if derek doesn't beat him to it. if derek even has coffee. he'll leave bed and check if derek has coffee but that's the only sort of leaving he'll do, and there's something comforting in that.
the mattress jostles when derek flops own, jarring stiles out of his drifty thoughts. he blinks a couple times, eyelashes fluttering rapidly, and at derek's invitation, he twists and he climbs up onto the bed and he crawls over on his hands and knees. he stretches out on his stomach in front of derek and he drags his laptop a little so he can start opening him his movie file. ]
I watched one of the Exorcist movies the other day. One of the sequels, although I guess this one was kind of a prequel? Sort of? I dunno, it was garbage. I think I downloaded it forever ago - uh, totally, legally downloaded it - thinking it would be like, halfway decent but.
[ he shrugs, glancing at derek for a moment before he looks back at the screen, tabbing down through the long list of titles. he taps the down arrow key a few times, jumping down to the fall, and cues it up. stiles moves the laptop back, sliding it over the covers so it's in a better place for derek to see it, even if they don't end up watching it. as the opening credits roll, stiles flips from his stomach onto his back and tucks one arm behind his head, turning his head so his cheek rests against his bicep, his other hand splayed lightly over his ribs.
after a beat, he thinks to check on derek, craning his head the other way to look up at him. ]
Can you see okay? There's not a, a glare or anything, right? I can move it.
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derek is his boyfriend, and they're dating, and this feels - this feels good. it feels good and it feels secure and stiles is glad that they're doing this. he's glad that they're going to stop living in separate places on opposite sides of the city, and he's glad they're going to exchange this highrise apartment for something a little more out of the way and private and more comfortable for derek, but also comfortable for stiles too.
stiles feels oddly calm about it, after his initial spike of nervousness.
derek smiles, so naturally, stiles smiles too, though it's much softer. it's faint, and it's fond, and he huffs a quiet breath out through his nose as derek waves his hand and puts and end to stiles' idiocy. derek said he was cute, but he was wrong. stiles is just dumb. he's dumb and he's awkward and he's goofy and sometimes a klutz. and he sometimes quotes older movies when he doesn't know what else to say.
stiles lets derek compose himself, and when he's done pulling himself together or whatever it is he's attempting to do, stiles is still waiting there to meet his eyes when he finally looks up. that little nod makes him want to laugh, derek's expression, all of it, but he saves it. he presses his lips together and he nods back, just once, and he lets himself be led.
at the threshold of the bedroom door, stiles pauses for half a beat and he leans and he does his best to prop his bat up against the door frame, but it's a poor effort. the bat rolls slightly, and then flops own with a muted thump against the carpet. stiles leaves it, and lets derek guide him the rest of the way.
admittedly, he gets the wrong idea at first, though he can hardly be blamed for it when derek is leading him straight to the bedroom after mentioning how badly he wants to kiss stiles. stiles' heart beat skips a little and he twists his hand slightly so he can ghost his fingers along the inside of derek's wrist. he sits down when derek pushes at him, bouncing slightly, unintentional.
and then derek lets him go an he leaves him and he starts to unzip stiles' backpack instead, which forces him to reevaluate. stiles swallows. he's not disappointed, just - a little off track, apparently, which is fine. he's still content. he watches as derek unzips his bag, watches him slide out his laptop and plug it in and flip the switch, and it's all very simple. it's literally nothing, but it's also not nothing.
stiles is going to sleep here with derek tonight. he's slept here before, but he'll sleep here tonight and the only leaving he'll have to do is when he gets out of bed to maybe make some coffee in the morning if derek doesn't beat him to it. if derek even has coffee. he'll leave bed and check if derek has coffee but that's the only sort of leaving he'll do, and there's something comforting in that.
the mattress jostles when derek flops own, jarring stiles out of his drifty thoughts. he blinks a couple times, eyelashes fluttering rapidly, and at derek's invitation, he twists and he climbs up onto the bed and he crawls over on his hands and knees. he stretches out on his stomach in front of derek and he drags his laptop a little so he can start opening him his movie file. ]
I watched one of the Exorcist movies the other day. One of the sequels, although I guess this one was kind of a prequel? Sort of? I dunno, it was garbage. I think I downloaded it forever ago - uh, totally, legally downloaded it - thinking it would be like, halfway decent but.
[ he shrugs, glancing at derek for a moment before he looks back at the screen, tabbing down through the long list of titles. he taps the down arrow key a few times, jumping down to the fall, and cues it up. stiles moves the laptop back, sliding it over the covers so it's in a better place for derek to see it, even if they don't end up watching it. as the opening credits roll, stiles flips from his stomach onto his back and tucks one arm behind his head, turning his head so his cheek rests against his bicep, his other hand splayed lightly over his ribs.
after a beat, he thinks to check on derek, craning his head the other way to look up at him. ]
Can you see okay? There's not a, a glare or anything, right? I can move it.