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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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. ]