[ the anticipation and the excitement that thrums through stiles when derek starts to pull out of the garage is almost enough to send him outside to stand in the middle of the street to wait. instead, he listens to someone he can't see - and can only barely hear - talk to derek about the jeep. like he knows all about it, which isn't that surprising if he's been working on it at work for a while now. what is surprising is that they know it's for stiles, and that he's likely to be over the moon about it. derek could have told anyone that it was for - derek. but he didn't.
derek might be embarrassed, but stiles is - touched, honestly. he's very touched, and be bites at the inside corner of his bottom lip and ruffles the hair at the back of his head as he wanders the den and wonders how he can love one person so much. he dismisses the apology quietly, like it's ridiculous to apologize for making him happy, and then goes to find some shoes to put on.
a drive-in sounds like it would be kind of nice, if it were anywhere but here. it'd probably still be kinda nice, as long as derek was there, but he completely understands why derek might want to avoid it. part of the reason he likes the den so much is that it's easy to kind of shut out the rest of the city, the rest of the weird, twisted city they live in, and pretend, at least for a while, that they're getting a jump start on that life they've only recently been talking about living together, once duplicity is behind them.
stiles nods, dragging a pair of sneakers out and sitting on the corner of their bed. he should put his phone down so he can pull his shoes on faster, but he's kind of unwilling to stop looking at derek. instead, he pulls them on with one hand, the laces already done up because he's the kind of person who yanks his shoes off without undoing the laces. it's a little bit of a struggle, but he's managing. ]
Something private sounds - better. I'm—
[ he grimaces a little, only because he's fighting a little with getting his heel past the back of his shoe without it folding it and turning his sneaker into a slide. he tucks his tongue into the corner of his mouth, and he leans so he can press shoe to the floor and his foot into his shoe with his finger tucked into the back. eventually, he overcomes the struggle, and sits back up with a sigh.
it takes stiles a second or two to remember what he'd been about to say. he blinks, and he stands, and he looks kind of confused for a moment as he tries to put his train of thought back on track. ]
I'm... really excited. This is really cool, you're - really cool. More than cool.
[ he laughs a little at his own stupidity, and then leaves the bedroom, turning back down the hallway. ]
Can I meet you outside? I mean I'm going to do it anyway, I guess I'm just telling you.
[ stiles slides the front door open and then closed behind him, and he considers just - waiting at the top of the stairs for derek to come home, but that's not enough, so he all but races to the bottom. he's probably going to want to park the thing along the side of the den, maybe even around back, just for the sake of privacy and anonymity. ]
Doscoe's a good name. That's [ he laughs, ] that's such a good name. You absolute dork. Wow.
[ he's digging the compliments. he's thought this quite a bit this afternoon, but - derek really is proud of himself for this. every little laugh and confession of excitement and somewhat clumsy shoe-based stumble makes derek feel floaty and warm, and when stiles asks to meet him outside, it kinda makes him want to break the speed limit to get home faster. he genuinely, genuinely did something good here. it's so, so rare for him to feel this okay with a choice he's made. ]
Dude, it's not a big deal. You can just wait inside.
[ derek says this while laughing a little, smile stuck to his face like it won't come off. there's light in his eyes while he turns doscoe off towards the beach, and even though he doesn't speak much for the rest of the drive - the smile doesn't fade. he keeps prompting stiles to talk, asking him things in the silence (so where are you going to take her first? and are you gonna let the cat ride in her?), but it's just, you know - kinda selfish. he likes hearing stiles talk.
either way, it only takes twenty, maybe thirty minutes for him to start pulling up to the den, and his smile lasts him the whole way home. he's a bit sheepish when he tells stiles that he's getting close so he's going to hang up now, and... he lies, because he gets a bit nervous about hanging up, so he stays on the line and asks stiles to stay on the line, too. it's not until derek pulls doscoe into the driveway that he hangs up his phone, and even that's just because stiles is literally right in front of him when hed oes.
she pulls into a stop and derek's heart is beating pretty hard. he feels like he's outside his own body when he clicks open the door, tries to get out, forgets that he's wearing his seatbelt and immediately chokes himself a little. he coughs, unbuckles, and slips out, dropping onto the sandy asphalt and immediately feeling like he might be sick. derek takes doscoe's keys out and brings them over to stiles, nervously holding them out. ]
Hey.
[ for you, stiles. derek waits about half a second for stiles to hold out his hand, and if he's not fast enough for derek's liking, he'll grab him by the wrist and force the keys into his hand as fast as possible. there are some things about doscoe that kind of worry him - everything is uncannily similar to the original, but derek's still worried about the paint colour being off or the seats being upholstered with a different leather. it should be okay, but - now that he's back, so is his anxiety. ]
You can, uh. [ derek nods his head towards the jeep, putting his hands as deep into his pockets as they'll go. ] Look. If... you want.
[ his entire ass it's not a big deal. this is a huge deal, at least for stiles. as much as pretty much everyone minus his father doesn't think roscoe is a sight to behold, his mom's old car is one of his most prized possessions, if not the most prized possession. it's so important and precious to him that more often than not, he's unwilling to let anyone else try to fix her when she breaks down, patching her up with duct tape when he can't afford to replace her belts or buy new hoses for her.
he knows that car like the back of his hand - and from what stiles could tell from just a small walk-around tour over video chat, derek does too. and that's so important to stiles, that's such a big deal. there's no way he's not going to wait for him outside.
stiles chatters while he waits, lazily pacing a short length of the street and answering all of derek's questions. he has no idea where he'll take doscoe first - somewhere with derek, probably. he's unsure about letting the cat in the car, wary about her claws and the leather, but then again, roscoe's transported plenty of werewolves back home, and she's still okay, so maybe doscoe would be fine.
every other minute or so, stiles glances past his phone toward the end of the street, anxious to see those round headlights and that slotted grill and the baby blue hood, the black doors. he rambles about how if he knew derek knew this much about cars back home, he would have trusted roscoe in his care, let him help fix her up in ways he's reluctant to let anybody else.
his excitement is palpable when derek says he'll be home soon. stiles pumps his fist and bends his knees and does this stupid little 360 degree spin, shoes scraping quietly against the asphalt. he seems mildly reluctant to hang up when derek says he needs to hang up, feels relieved when he changes his mind.
stiles sees doscoe rolling up the street well before derek eases her into the driveway, and by then, he's having a hard time paying attention to his phone. he goes kind of quiet, actually. he's speechless, and his chest hurts as derek puts her in park, but it's a good hurt, it's the best kind of hurt. it's been over half a year since stiles has seen his old car, and he knows this isn't her, but she's close. she's so goddamn close that if derek hadn't said he'd built doscoe himself, stiles might have believed he was staring at his mom's old jeep.
he hears the quiet beep of the call ending and only vaguely thinks to put his phone away. stiles slides it into his pocket and immediately starts approaching the jeep as derek starts to climb out of it. he stops a little short, and that's when he starts to smile, big and sun-bright. derek says hey, and stiles says- ]
Holy - god. Oh my god.
[ -and he tears his eyes away from doscoe to look at derek, letting him press the keys into his hand, which he closes his fingers around tightly. stiles stares at derek for a few very long seconds after he's told to go take a look. he just wants to kiss him. he smiles at him instead, soft and fond and faintly overwhelmed, and then he finally steps away from him after touching his fingers to derek's side.
he's hit with a surge of excited energy as he starts to look doscoe over, moving from one part of her to the next like a vibrating chihuahua. he runs his fingers over a fender, wiggles the driver's side-view mirror, runs his hand along the top edge of the window where it meets the roof, black like the door. stiles touches both tail lights as he circles around the back, stops to squat by the back tire, touches the hubcap, jumps back up to keep moving. when he gets to the front of the jeep, he curls his fingers in the front grill, flicks at one of the hood latches. stiles does all of this while talking to himself excitedly under his breath, about how all of it is practically the same, just like roscoe.
turning around, stiles moves around the side of the car again while looking at derek, unable to put into words how pleased he is so far, how proud he is of derek for - getting something so important him right, for even doing any of this in the first place. he grins at him as he pulls open the driver side door and climbs in, sliding into the seat and stretching his legs out toward the pedals. he's still got the keys hanging from his fingers when he puts both hands on the steering wheel, and for a moment, he kind of loses himself. stiles lets his hands trace the wheel, touches the hub at the center. he runs his fingertips along the dash, tilts his head back to look up at the exposed metal interior of the roof, reaches up to touch that too like it's the fucking - creation of adam, on the ceiling of the sistine chapel. he twists around in his seat to look in the back, which is exactly as it should be too.
when stiles turns back around, he has to wipe his hands over his thighs. he wets his lips, and he pushes the keys into the ignition, and he turns it over - and she roars to life, just like she did in the garage when derek started her up. stiles just starts laughing - bold and bright and uncontrollable. he drums his hands on the steering wheel, grabs hold of it at ten and two, rocks himself back and forth a couple times in his excitement. he stares at derek through the windshield, stood in front of the home they share together, and he sighs. he doesn't care that derek probably can't hear him, doesn't care if he can. ]
God, I love you. You did this. Dude, you did this! ... For me. [ he slides his hands down the outer curves of the steering wheel, guides them back up, continues to stare at derek. ] I wanna blow you so bad.
[ stiles cuts the engine, keys jingling quietly in his hand as he opens the door and climbs out, pushing the door closed behind him. stiles puts his keys in his pocket and stands there by the side of the jeep for a moment, and then he strides forward - right up to derek, where he grabs the front of his shirt with both hands and pulls him forward. when he kisses him, it's almost chaste. light but lingering, and when stiles pulls away, he's still got his eyes closed. he wet his bottom lip. ]
this feels like he's introducing his date to his parents. once derek has slipped out of doscoe and given the proverbial reigns over to stiles, he feels like every scrutinizing look and every careful glance, every little drop of attention stiles pays to all the details, are actually all directed at him. stiles is judging derek based off of his choices, who he's with. determining if doscoe is good enough, and - therefore - if derek himself is.
derek's stomach is in knots, waiting on pins and needles for stiles' approval. derek's never really going to have that experience - introducing someone important to his mom and dad. he never got that far with paige, but he imagines this is what it would have been like.
derek stands patiently in front of the jeep, trying not to lose his fucking shit too much whenever he spies a spot of dirt on one of her tires that she picked up on the way home. his hands are in fists and hanging at his sides, turned inward so his thumbs are pressed against his body, and he's trying to stand as neutral as he can while stiles touches, examines, explores. stiles is obviously thrilled, but he's also very quiet, and his parents were both like that, too. openly friendly to hide any hostility. he can't trust that fucking chihuahua energy as far as he can throw it.
the parent thing is a pretty decent analogy up until stiles offers to blow him.
derek, uh. derek laughs, more out of anxiety than relief, but his fists uncurl at his sides and slip easily into his pockets nevertheless. he stares at his feet, toeing a spiral in the dirt, looking up again just in time to see stiles slip from out of the driver's seat. there's this second of charged, electric energy, where they both just - look at each other, the air silent once the engine's been cut and the smell of the salt air from the beach filling his lungs, but it doesn't last long. stiles steps forward, walks straight up to him, and -
the kiss is a surprise. it really shouldn't be a surprise, because obviously stiles was going to kiss him, derek's an idiot for not seeing it coming - but it's a good surprise, obviously, not a bad one. derek chuckles a little against stiles' lips and feels waves of relief crashing through him, and he tilts forward on his toes when stiles brings them closer together. he keeps his hands in his pockets and just kinda sways, and when the kiss breaks, derek still has his eyes closed like he's waiting for more. it doesn't come, but. there'll be time.
derek leans back on his heels, looking over stiles' shoulder towards the car. yeah. he thinks he did a good job. ]
It's okay. I mean, I didn't build you a car just so you could blow me, but. Good reaction.
[ he's sheepish, bringing his hand up to scratch at the bridge of his nose. it's suddenly-- very difficult to look at stiles without going red, and derek has an image to upkeep, so he focuses on the jeep. there are a dozen questions he wants to ask - if the paint color is okay, if the seats are comfortable, if there's anything about her that's irreparably different to her mother - but he doesn't let himself spiral. he's been getting better at not spiralling, since stiles became his anchor.
he reaches his hand out, tugging at stiles' sleeve, still not looking at him. he's just really fascinated by that jeep, apparently. the jeep he's been staring at for the past few weeks, day in and day out, wearing his hands to the bone. stiles called him a bad liar, earlier in this conversation. shows what the fuck he knows. ]
I'm serious about that date.
[ it's the third time he's brought up the date - the second time he's used that exact wording - but he's genuinely very excited about the idea of it. sitting in the passenger seat, driving out under the stars. being alone in the warmth with the man he loves. he's hinting to stiles that he'll go with him somewhere tonight, if he's willing. ]
[ it's not that stiles may have forgotten, for a moment, that derek is a werewolf with enhanced hearing, but - he may have forgotten for a moment that derek is a werewolf with enhanced hearing. except that's not really true, because that's a very hard thing to forget about your boyfriend - most of his friends in general, actually -, but he had kind of been banking on his affectionate, appreciative rambling being drowned out by the sound of the jeep's engine and the barrier of glass between them.
but of course derek would hear the blowjob comment. of course he would bring it up to make sure stiles knows he heard. stiles isn't ashamed though, but he does turn a little bit pink and he does press his lips together and kind of push his fists into derek's chest where they're still closed around handfuls of his shirt. stiles opens his eyes, unfurling his hands and letting his palms drift down derek's front for a moment before pulling them away.
claudia would have liked derek. stiles stands there and just looks at him quietly, even though derek seems preoccupied with the jeep, and he thinks about how his late mother would have loved him, this man who is always there to protect her son. this man who pays attention to him and listens and does his best to make sure he's happy. claudia would have laughed delightedly about doscoe. stiles misses his mom a lot - that's something that never really changes, no matter how long it's been - and he's missed roscoe more than he's ever really admitted, because it seems kind of lame to miss a car, but the sentiment is what's important to him, the memories. her final gift to him.
doscoe isn't roscoe - no car would ever be able to take her place - but she's pretty fucking close. she's a reminder of the people he loves, and who love him in return.
derek tugs at his sleeve. stiles blinks once, twice, like he's coming back from somewhere far away. derek reminds him of that date he wants to go on, the one they still need to hash out the details for, and stiles sighs quietly. happily. he smiles, and he steps and turns so he's standing next to derek instead of in front of him, draping his arm over the back of his neck and reaching across in front of him to hold onto his own wrist. he leans into derek slightly, looking at the beautiful piece of craftsmanship in their driveway. ]
Yeah. Me too.
[ breathing out through his nose, stiles chews at the inside of his cheek, his mouth twisting thoughtfully as he contemplates possible date ideas. he wonders, briefly, what it would take to set up a private drive-in of their own, maybe somewhere out back, or in the woods. set up a sheet as a screen, make some popcorn in the den to bring out with them. he'd have to look into finding a cheap projector somewhere that's compatible with his laptop, but that seems like it could take some time.
and stiles is impatient.
he turns his head to look at derek's profile, wetting his lips. ]
What are— do you have any plans? Tonight? We could, um. We could drive her around for a little bit, maybe pick up some take-out. D'you think she'd get stuck in the sand on the beach?
[ that's a dumb question, because he drove roscoe across what was practically a desert to go and rescue derek once, and aside from breaking down for reasons unrelated to sand and desert, she did pretty well. stiles asks anyway. ]
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derek might be embarrassed, but stiles is - touched, honestly. he's very touched, and be bites at the inside corner of his bottom lip and ruffles the hair at the back of his head as he wanders the den and wonders how he can love one person so much. he dismisses the apology quietly, like it's ridiculous to apologize for making him happy, and then goes to find some shoes to put on.
a drive-in sounds like it would be kind of nice, if it were anywhere but here. it'd probably still be kinda nice, as long as derek was there, but he completely understands why derek might want to avoid it. part of the reason he likes the den so much is that it's easy to kind of shut out the rest of the city, the rest of the weird, twisted city they live in, and pretend, at least for a while, that they're getting a jump start on that life they've only recently been talking about living together, once duplicity is behind them.
stiles nods, dragging a pair of sneakers out and sitting on the corner of their bed. he should put his phone down so he can pull his shoes on faster, but he's kind of unwilling to stop looking at derek. instead, he pulls them on with one hand, the laces already done up because he's the kind of person who yanks his shoes off without undoing the laces. it's a little bit of a struggle, but he's managing. ]
Something private sounds - better. I'm—
[ he grimaces a little, only because he's fighting a little with getting his heel past the back of his shoe without it folding it and turning his sneaker into a slide. he tucks his tongue into the corner of his mouth, and he leans so he can press shoe to the floor and his foot into his shoe with his finger tucked into the back. eventually, he overcomes the struggle, and sits back up with a sigh.
it takes stiles a second or two to remember what he'd been about to say. he blinks, and he stands, and he looks kind of confused for a moment as he tries to put his train of thought back on track. ]
I'm... really excited. This is really cool, you're - really cool. More than cool.
[ he laughs a little at his own stupidity, and then leaves the bedroom, turning back down the hallway. ]
Can I meet you outside? I mean I'm going to do it anyway, I guess I'm just telling you.
[ stiles slides the front door open and then closed behind him, and he considers just - waiting at the top of the stairs for derek to come home, but that's not enough, so he all but races to the bottom. he's probably going to want to park the thing along the side of the den, maybe even around back, just for the sake of privacy and anonymity. ]
Doscoe's a good name. That's [ he laughs, ] that's such a good name. You absolute dork. Wow.
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Dude, it's not a big deal. You can just wait inside.
[ derek says this while laughing a little, smile stuck to his face like it won't come off. there's light in his eyes while he turns doscoe off towards the beach, and even though he doesn't speak much for the rest of the drive - the smile doesn't fade. he keeps prompting stiles to talk, asking him things in the silence (so where are you going to take her first? and are you gonna let the cat ride in her?), but it's just, you know - kinda selfish. he likes hearing stiles talk.
either way, it only takes twenty, maybe thirty minutes for him to start pulling up to the den, and his smile lasts him the whole way home. he's a bit sheepish when he tells stiles that he's getting close so he's going to hang up now, and... he lies, because he gets a bit nervous about hanging up, so he stays on the line and asks stiles to stay on the line, too. it's not until derek pulls doscoe into the driveway that he hangs up his phone, and even that's just because stiles is literally right in front of him when hed oes.
she pulls into a stop and derek's heart is beating pretty hard. he feels like he's outside his own body when he clicks open the door, tries to get out, forgets that he's wearing his seatbelt and immediately chokes himself a little. he coughs, unbuckles, and slips out, dropping onto the sandy asphalt and immediately feeling like he might be sick. derek takes doscoe's keys out and brings them over to stiles, nervously holding them out. ]
Hey.
[ for you, stiles. derek waits about half a second for stiles to hold out his hand, and if he's not fast enough for derek's liking, he'll grab him by the wrist and force the keys into his hand as fast as possible. there are some things about doscoe that kind of worry him - everything is uncannily similar to the original, but derek's still worried about the paint colour being off or the seats being upholstered with a different leather. it should be okay, but - now that he's back, so is his anxiety. ]
You can, uh. [ derek nods his head towards the jeep, putting his hands as deep into his pockets as they'll go. ] Look. If... you want.
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he knows that car like the back of his hand - and from what stiles could tell from just a small walk-around tour over video chat, derek does too. and that's so important to stiles, that's such a big deal. there's no way he's not going to wait for him outside.
stiles chatters while he waits, lazily pacing a short length of the street and answering all of derek's questions. he has no idea where he'll take doscoe first - somewhere with derek, probably. he's unsure about letting the cat in the car, wary about her claws and the leather, but then again, roscoe's transported plenty of werewolves back home, and she's still okay, so maybe doscoe would be fine.
every other minute or so, stiles glances past his phone toward the end of the street, anxious to see those round headlights and that slotted grill and the baby blue hood, the black doors. he rambles about how if he knew derek knew this much about cars back home, he would have trusted roscoe in his care, let him help fix her up in ways he's reluctant to let anybody else.
his excitement is palpable when derek says he'll be home soon. stiles pumps his fist and bends his knees and does this stupid little 360 degree spin, shoes scraping quietly against the asphalt. he seems mildly reluctant to hang up when derek says he needs to hang up, feels relieved when he changes his mind.
stiles sees doscoe rolling up the street well before derek eases her into the driveway, and by then, he's having a hard time paying attention to his phone. he goes kind of quiet, actually. he's speechless, and his chest hurts as derek puts her in park, but it's a good hurt, it's the best kind of hurt. it's been over half a year since stiles has seen his old car, and he knows this isn't her, but she's close. she's so goddamn close that if derek hadn't said he'd built doscoe himself, stiles might have believed he was staring at his mom's old jeep.
he hears the quiet beep of the call ending and only vaguely thinks to put his phone away. stiles slides it into his pocket and immediately starts approaching the jeep as derek starts to climb out of it. he stops a little short, and that's when he starts to smile, big and sun-bright. derek says hey, and stiles says- ]
Holy - god. Oh my god.
[ -and he tears his eyes away from doscoe to look at derek, letting him press the keys into his hand, which he closes his fingers around tightly. stiles stares at derek for a few very long seconds after he's told to go take a look. he just wants to kiss him. he smiles at him instead, soft and fond and faintly overwhelmed, and then he finally steps away from him after touching his fingers to derek's side.
he's hit with a surge of excited energy as he starts to look doscoe over, moving from one part of her to the next like a vibrating chihuahua. he runs his fingers over a fender, wiggles the driver's side-view mirror, runs his hand along the top edge of the window where it meets the roof, black like the door. stiles touches both tail lights as he circles around the back, stops to squat by the back tire, touches the hubcap, jumps back up to keep moving. when he gets to the front of the jeep, he curls his fingers in the front grill, flicks at one of the hood latches. stiles does all of this while talking to himself excitedly under his breath, about how all of it is practically the same, just like roscoe.
turning around, stiles moves around the side of the car again while looking at derek, unable to put into words how pleased he is so far, how proud he is of derek for - getting something so important him right, for even doing any of this in the first place. he grins at him as he pulls open the driver side door and climbs in, sliding into the seat and stretching his legs out toward the pedals. he's still got the keys hanging from his fingers when he puts both hands on the steering wheel, and for a moment, he kind of loses himself. stiles lets his hands trace the wheel, touches the hub at the center. he runs his fingertips along the dash, tilts his head back to look up at the exposed metal interior of the roof, reaches up to touch that too like it's the fucking - creation of adam, on the ceiling of the sistine chapel. he twists around in his seat to look in the back, which is exactly as it should be too.
when stiles turns back around, he has to wipe his hands over his thighs. he wets his lips, and he pushes the keys into the ignition, and he turns it over - and she roars to life, just like she did in the garage when derek started her up. stiles just starts laughing - bold and bright and uncontrollable. he drums his hands on the steering wheel, grabs hold of it at ten and two, rocks himself back and forth a couple times in his excitement. he stares at derek through the windshield, stood in front of the home they share together, and he sighs. he doesn't care that derek probably can't hear him, doesn't care if he can. ]
God, I love you. You did this. Dude, you did this! ... For me. [ he slides his hands down the outer curves of the steering wheel, guides them back up, continues to stare at derek. ] I wanna blow you so bad.
[ stiles cuts the engine, keys jingling quietly in his hand as he opens the door and climbs out, pushing the door closed behind him. stiles puts his keys in his pocket and stands there by the side of the jeep for a moment, and then he strides forward - right up to derek, where he grabs the front of his shirt with both hands and pulls him forward. when he kisses him, it's almost chaste. light but lingering, and when stiles pulls away, he's still got his eyes closed. he wet his bottom lip. ]
... Thank you.
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this feels like he's introducing his date to his parents. once derek has slipped out of doscoe and given the proverbial reigns over to stiles, he feels like every scrutinizing look and every careful glance, every little drop of attention stiles pays to all the details, are actually all directed at him. stiles is judging derek based off of his choices, who he's with. determining if doscoe is good enough, and - therefore - if derek himself is.
derek's stomach is in knots, waiting on pins and needles for stiles' approval. derek's never really going to have that experience - introducing someone important to his mom and dad. he never got that far with paige, but he imagines this is what it would have been like.
derek stands patiently in front of the jeep, trying not to lose his fucking shit too much whenever he spies a spot of dirt on one of her tires that she picked up on the way home. his hands are in fists and hanging at his sides, turned inward so his thumbs are pressed against his body, and he's trying to stand as neutral as he can while stiles touches, examines, explores. stiles is obviously thrilled, but he's also very quiet, and his parents were both like that, too. openly friendly to hide any hostility. he can't trust that fucking chihuahua energy as far as he can throw it.
the parent thing is a pretty decent analogy up until stiles offers to blow him.
derek, uh. derek laughs, more out of anxiety than relief, but his fists uncurl at his sides and slip easily into his pockets nevertheless. he stares at his feet, toeing a spiral in the dirt, looking up again just in time to see stiles slip from out of the driver's seat. there's this second of charged, electric energy, where they both just - look at each other, the air silent once the engine's been cut and the smell of the salt air from the beach filling his lungs, but it doesn't last long. stiles steps forward, walks straight up to him, and -
the kiss is a surprise. it really shouldn't be a surprise, because obviously stiles was going to kiss him, derek's an idiot for not seeing it coming - but it's a good surprise, obviously, not a bad one. derek chuckles a little against stiles' lips and feels waves of relief crashing through him, and he tilts forward on his toes when stiles brings them closer together. he keeps his hands in his pockets and just kinda sways, and when the kiss breaks, derek still has his eyes closed like he's waiting for more. it doesn't come, but. there'll be time.
derek leans back on his heels, looking over stiles' shoulder towards the car. yeah. he thinks he did a good job. ]
It's okay. I mean, I didn't build you a car just so you could blow me, but. Good reaction.
[ he's sheepish, bringing his hand up to scratch at the bridge of his nose. it's suddenly-- very difficult to look at stiles without going red, and derek has an image to upkeep, so he focuses on the jeep. there are a dozen questions he wants to ask - if the paint color is okay, if the seats are comfortable, if there's anything about her that's irreparably different to her mother - but he doesn't let himself spiral. he's been getting better at not spiralling, since stiles became his anchor.
he reaches his hand out, tugging at stiles' sleeve, still not looking at him. he's just really fascinated by that jeep, apparently. the jeep he's been staring at for the past few weeks, day in and day out, wearing his hands to the bone. stiles called him a bad liar, earlier in this conversation. shows what the fuck he knows. ]
I'm serious about that date.
[ it's the third time he's brought up the date - the second time he's used that exact wording - but he's genuinely very excited about the idea of it. sitting in the passenger seat, driving out under the stars. being alone in the warmth with the man he loves. he's hinting to stiles that he'll go with him somewhere tonight, if he's willing. ]
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but of course derek would hear the blowjob comment. of course he would bring it up to make sure stiles knows he heard. stiles isn't ashamed though, but he does turn a little bit pink and he does press his lips together and kind of push his fists into derek's chest where they're still closed around handfuls of his shirt. stiles opens his eyes, unfurling his hands and letting his palms drift down derek's front for a moment before pulling them away.
claudia would have liked derek. stiles stands there and just looks at him quietly, even though derek seems preoccupied with the jeep, and he thinks about how his late mother would have loved him, this man who is always there to protect her son. this man who pays attention to him and listens and does his best to make sure he's happy. claudia would have laughed delightedly about doscoe. stiles misses his mom a lot - that's something that never really changes, no matter how long it's been - and he's missed roscoe more than he's ever really admitted, because it seems kind of lame to miss a car, but the sentiment is what's important to him, the memories. her final gift to him.
doscoe isn't roscoe - no car would ever be able to take her place - but she's pretty fucking close. she's a reminder of the people he loves, and who love him in return.
derek tugs at his sleeve. stiles blinks once, twice, like he's coming back from somewhere far away. derek reminds him of that date he wants to go on, the one they still need to hash out the details for, and stiles sighs quietly. happily. he smiles, and he steps and turns so he's standing next to derek instead of in front of him, draping his arm over the back of his neck and reaching across in front of him to hold onto his own wrist. he leans into derek slightly, looking at the beautiful piece of craftsmanship in their driveway. ]
Yeah. Me too.
[ breathing out through his nose, stiles chews at the inside of his cheek, his mouth twisting thoughtfully as he contemplates possible date ideas. he wonders, briefly, what it would take to set up a private drive-in of their own, maybe somewhere out back, or in the woods. set up a sheet as a screen, make some popcorn in the den to bring out with them. he'd have to look into finding a cheap projector somewhere that's compatible with his laptop, but that seems like it could take some time.
and stiles is impatient.
he turns his head to look at derek's profile, wetting his lips. ]
What are— do you have any plans? Tonight? We could, um. We could drive her around for a little bit, maybe pick up some take-out. D'you think she'd get stuck in the sand on the beach?
[ that's a dumb question, because he drove roscoe across what was practically a desert to go and rescue derek once, and aside from breaking down for reasons unrelated to sand and desert, she did pretty well. stiles asks anyway. ]