bakerstreet | One Minute to Midnight

Happy New Year's! [Quick peck on the mouth.]

[Uuuh, wut? He blinks, staring at this guy he does not know.]

Thanks? Dude, do I know you?

[Blaine shook his head.] No. But you are very cute and it's midnight, so I kissed you. No offense meant.

[He put out his hand.] I'm Blaine.

No offense taken. [Had some guy seriously just called him cute? Stiles smiled, taking the hand offered.]

Stiles. Happy New Year. [He dropped his hand and shoved them into his pockets, rocking on his heels.] Sooo, any resolutions planned for the year no one thought we would have? You know, because of the whole Mayan end of the world thing.

Good. I'd hate to start the New Year off with someone already mad at me.

Stiles. I never heard that name. I like it. [Blaine laughed.] I couldn't take world ending prediction theories seriously from people that ripped out virgin's hearts and ate them. They were a few sandwiches short of a picnic I think.

Resolutions... hm... to make this road trip with my big brother more fun by taking you out on a date before we leave? Would that count?

[Again, wut? Forgive his dumbstruck look, this doesn't really happen to him like, ever. He's much more accustomed to the drag queens taking an interest in his fine bone structure, not effortlessly attractive guys who know how to flirt. He laughs, his hand coming up to run the back of his head.]

That's, uh, yeah. I mean yes, that counts. I feel kinda shown up though, dude. I mean, my resolution was just gonna be to eat less junk food but yours definitely trumps that. Very smooth.

[Of course, eating healthier mean the ability to have more energy when it came to running for his life from some rogue werewolf but these were details Blaine didn't need to know. Ignorance was bliss.]

I like your resolution better.

[Blaine was charmed by his nervousness, not that he wanted him to be uncomfortable, just that he was all the more adorable for it.]

Oh, don't give up candy though. It might make your kiss less sweet, and that would be sad. I have a bit of a sugar addiction, and I'd like to indulge it against your lips. [People were celebrating all around them, kissing and laughing and blowing horns, so Blaine took the opportunity to run his hands over his cheek (he did have a nice bone structure, that was true) and kiss his mouth again, more slowly this time, enjoying it more.]

Does that mean you'll be my first date of the New Year, Stiles? It's obviously going to be an amazing year. [He smiled against his mouth.]

[Tonight was just full of freaking surprises. It was moving a little fast though, Stiles was presently frantically and very privately coming to grips that he was actually bi, when the second kiss came and he was taken off guard again long enough for the kiss to linger.] Damn dude, you move fast.

[He laughed but it felt a little forced, awkward. He winced.]

Look, maybe I should come clean here and let you know that this is a first. That's not a no to the date, if, uh, you're still interested, but yeah. The whole going out thing isn't something I'm all too familiar with and totally never with another guy so can we slow it down? Not that I don't like kissing, just...yeah.

He'd only ended up at the party Lydia was throwing because Isaac was there and he'd needed to find him to tell him something. Phones were apparently useless when someone was in a room that was so loud no one could actually think, so his calls had been ignored or completely missed. That was why he was lost in a mass of people, looking for a single teenager in the middle of them.

Instead of Isaac, he'd found Stiles. Not who he was looking for, but everyone around him was counting down from ten to the strike of midnight and Derek was just glad to have found someone he knew that he could question about Isaac.

That was until he tugged at Stiles' arm when saying his name didn't work. The moment he moved in front of the teenager, the room erupted with 'ONE!' and then there was a hand on the back of his head shoving his face to meet Stiles before he had the thought to pull back.

He'd been pretty into the countdown. He's been pretty into the whole party actually, Lydia knew how to throw them and he'd even gotten to talk to her for a whole five minutes without her looking like she had better places to be. Of course Jackson had shown up shortly after with a dirty look Stiles liked to think was specially crafter just for him and he comforted himself with the knowledge that he'd once hit the douche bag with his car while he was a naked screaming lizard monster.

That really changes how you see a person.

But yeah, the party had been good. He wasn't drunk but knew he probably would be by the end of the night, his friends were sprinkled throughout the crush of people, Danny had smiled at him as if he wasn't a perplexing freak of nature he'd like to not study, and he'd managed to more or less function like a likable member of their age group.

The only thing that maybe sucked about it was that he felt like he was the only one here, as the countdown began, who didn't have anyone to kiss. Better luck next year, Stilinski he mused to himself, shouting out the final "FIVE--FOUR--THREE--TWO--"

And then there was Derek, standing abruptly in front of him and before he could day his name the room erupted in cheers and Derek was kissing him. Why was Derek kissing him? Holy shit, Derek was kissing him!

There were a lot of ways he could react right now, a lot of ways this could play out, but it was officially the New Year, time for new beginnings and all that crap, and he hadn't yet decided what his resolution was going to be.

There were a lot of ways he could react.

Stiles chose to take the path of least resistance. He framed Derek's face with his hands and kissed back.

It should've been a given that stepping into a party full of teenagers was going to end badly. Or, not badly. Strangely. That was probably a better word for it considering the position he'd been put in.

And the fact that Stiles had decided to kiss him back. If kissing him had been unexpected in the first place, having Stiles actually return it was the only thing more surprising than that. Hands on his face and everything. He'd been expecting a shove or shout or possibly even no response at all. Anything but actually returning the kiss.

The hand that had put him there in the first place had left the back of his head, but Derek didn't move to jerk back or push Stiles off. Instead, he relaxed slightly and, after a moment of hesitation, actually did kiss him beyond just the press of his lips to Stiles'. His hand found the back of Stiles' neck as he leaned in, head tilting for a slightly better angle that wouldn't result in noses crashing against each other.

He'd kissed people before. They'd all been more or less awkward and unmemorable experiences, entrenched in the constant fear of humiliation that dogged everyone in middle school, haunted by the vague sense of not fitting into your own skin in Freshman year and taking the opportunity because it was there, not because you really wanted it.

This kiss wasn't like those at all. For one Derek knew what he was doing and while Stiles was no pro he learned quick. He made a small sound at the feeling of Derek's hand on his neck, warm and solid, holding him in place, and his lips parted slightly, enough to taste the closeness. His thumbs stroked gently over the curve of Derek's jaw, scraping lightly against his stubble.

Derek wasn't exactly a pro either, but it was likely that he had a lot more experience than Stiles did. How he'd gone from not intending to kiss anyone at all to kissing Stiles and not pulling away, though, was beyond him. He'd think about it later, when he actually bothered to do what he'd gone to the party for in the first place. Or he would save talking to Isaac for later.

His free hand moved up to rest at Stiles' hip when neither of them moved to break the kiss. No, there definitely was no move to pull away. The feeling of Stiles' lips moving against his own made that obvious. At it, Derek parted his lips as well, tongue briefly venturing to swipe across Stiles' bottom lip.

Stiles inhaled sharply, breath ghosting coldly over his wet lips and opened his mouth further, the kiss shifting to something deeper, darker, heavier with intent. One hands slipped down, fingers brushing against Derek's throat, finding the pulse almost accidentally and keeping it there just so he could feel the steady throb of it under his skin.

Around them people were laughing, he could hear them clinking glasses and bottles together, chattering well wishes and details about resolutions, but he wasn't listening. He was too focused, too confused, and too invested in the kiss to really care.

The kiss was just a little distracting from the rest of the party and the people around them. And it was fairly easy to ignore the people around them when he had Stiles pulled against him with no intention of backing up right away. Not when he felt his lips part a little more.

But, not paying attention meant Derek missed the sound of Stiles' name being called then his name being growled just before he was rather forcibly yanked back from Stiles. Scott stood between them and he said nothing, but the look on his face read something close to livid. And it reminded Derek that he wasn't at a party full of teenagers to get into a fight with Scott. After flashing Scott an irritated look then looking over his shoulder at Stiles, Derek turned and moved off toward the front door.

What? Stiles stood, dazed, vaguely unclear as to what had just happened because a second ago he was kissing Derek (Derek) and the next there was no mouth on his and he was looking at the back of Scott's head.

He watched openmouthed as Derek made it pretty clear his interference wasn't welcome (Stiles was with him on that one) all with the power of his impressively emotive eyebrows.

And then he looked at him, and Stiles felt his face flush with heat, and then he was turning around and leaving, and that just sucked!

Stiles made a strangled sound of objection, watching him go, suddenly spotting Allison standing just off to the side, her expression wide eyed and startled. He looked at her pleadingly before putting his hand on Scott's shoulder. "That's was totally unnecessary," he said, his tone calm as he tugged Scott around to look at him. His best friend looked mutinous as he opened his mouth, eyes flashing.

Stiles shook his head, cutting him off.

"Dude, I love you but stay out of it!" he said and then took off, shoving his way past party goers, hoping to catch up to Derek before he got to far. "Derek, wait! Goddammit, move!"

Okay, so it might've been a good thing that Scott pulled him back the way he had. Derek wouldn't say that aloud because Scott butting in at all was more than a little annoying. But, he hadn't went into the party to kiss Stiles. He hadn't even gone in to find Stiles. The kiss had been an accident and...

His line of thinking wasn't helping much. He was aware that Stiles had been kissing him back. And, if Scott hadn't stuck his nose in, Derek wasn't sure when they actually would've stopped.

He was almost to the door when he heard Stiles' voice behind him and he stopped, turning to look back and watch him shove his way by people.

"What is it?" His tone was more resigned than mad.

Stiles stopped because oh god, what now? He opened his mouth and said nothing, just gaped like an idiot and holy crap what was he supposed to say??

There were a few people, leaning up against walls, arms wrapped loosely each other, drinks in hand, watching them curiously. Stiles scowled. "Uh, privacy please?" he snapped and when he only got looks of derision and amusement he cursed them all to an eternity in detention with Harris and moved towards the door, stepping past Derek to yank it open, his hand falling to Derek's elbow and trying to tug him along with him.

He was hoping the werewolf would cooperate. Otherwise this could get awkward.

Derek stared at him as he came to a stop, arching his eyebrows as he waited for Stiles to actually say something. He was very close to walking out of the door while Stiles found his tongue, but the thought was brought to a stop by the scowling and snapping in front of him. So, Stiles was capable of speaking.

The hand on his elbow was completely unnecessary and Derek lifted his arm to break Stiles' hold on him so he could step out of the door on his own. There were a few people hanging out in front of the house and Derek paused to look over at Stiles.

"There are people everywhere. How much privacy do you need?"

Stiles made a sound irritation, scowling at Derek.

Dick!

There were people here too, sure, though there were less of them. A few of them still raised their heads to look at them curiously though. He ignored them. It felt less like they were the center of attention that that's all he cared about right now.

"So, yeah, Happy New Year!" he snapped, throwing his arms up, eyes searching Derek's face. "Gotta say I wasn't expecting to bring it on in quite like that."

People were looking at them and Stiles was in the middle of what looked to be an interesting conversation that could potentially draw more people if the ones outside found it fun enough to watch. So, rather than reply there, Derek grabbed him by the arm, keeping his hold gentle, and pulled Stiles away from the house and off toward his car.

He didn't stop until they were far down the driveway and almost to his car, which was parked across the street from the house. Then he let go of Stiles and turned to him.

"I'm sorry." Because Stiles didn't exactly seem pleased by what had happened if his tone was any indication.

He struggled against the hold regardless of how gentle it was, yanking up the shoulder of the flannel shirt when he was finally let go. The sounds of music and laughter were muted now.

"Is that for acting like a pushy asshole or for kissing me?!" he snapped, angry suddenly. What he had thought was a surprising but interesting way to start the new year was turning into a bad freaking omen.

Derek watched as he let Stiles go, realizing afterward that he'd managed to make him even more unhappy by dragging him away from the house. He sighed as he took a step back from Stiles when he lashed out again.

"Both." He took in the look he was getting. "I didn't come here to kiss you. Somebody shoved me."

Stiles stared, struck dumb. An accident, it had been an accident. He hadn't even meant to, hadn't probably even wanted to and Stiles was an idiot.

"Oh," he said faintly, the sound too quiet and he dropped his eyes. Well, that really did suck. That probably sucked worse than Scott interrupting them.

Yeah, definitely worse. "That's--actually, that makes a lot of sense, thanks for clearing that up."

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

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if this is one too many threads with me, just ignore this!

no, never too many!

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