bakerstreet | One Minute to Midnight

He kissed back, hand coming up to grip the back of Derek's neck before he abruptly ducked his head, breaking it. He blew out a harsh breath though his nose and looked back at Derek, their faces too close, anxiety and confusion making his heart beat fast.

"What do you want!" he demanded, pleased that his voice didn't shake at least. "You take me completely off guard and kiss me, you ignore me like I'm the one who did something wrong, you tell me it was a freaking mistake and then you kiss me again? I just--what the hell, Derek?" His voice had dropped when it came to that last question, desperate for an answer that made sense.

It wasn't much of a surprise that Stiles broke the kiss, but Derek was a little surprised at the fact that he kissed back before he did. And when Stiles started to speak, they were still way too close to be having a conversation. But, Derek went with it.

"I didn't mean to kiss you the first time, but I didn't pull away from it, did I? I didn't ignore you. I was leaving to avoid getting into a fight with Scott in the middle of a room full of people. And I told you the truth about the kiss because I thought you were pissed that it had happened and that was why you'd followed me."

"No, you didn't pull away. Why not?" he asked bluntly, not bothering to pull away. He would stay exactly where he was, just this close for as long as his nerves allowed. At the moment he was buzzing with aggravation, frustration, and dammit, he just wanted a straight answer.

"Because you kissed me back and I was enjoying it." His answer was just as blunt as he stared at Stiles. Then he considered it and countered with his own question. "Why didn't you pull away when I kissed you?"

He went silent, teeth scraping over his top lip.

Because you're hot.

Because you're not a terrible guy, despite the sometimes stupid things you do.

Because I thought you wanted me and that made me feel good.

All those things were true, and then some. But Stiles didn't know what to say, didn't know how to answer that didn't echo Derek's, and so he made a frustrated sound before shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head back up to catch Derek's lips in their third kiss of the night, hoping that this served to distract Derek the way it hadn't him.

Derek wasn't saying anything more than he'd offered. It was one of those keeping things to himself kind of issues where he gave what he needed to and nothing more. There wouldn't have been any benefit to saying anything else to the question he'd been asked anyway.

And he couldn't really complain. Stiles' reply, while lacking any real reply, was enough for him in that moment. Derek didn't pull away from it. He leaned in and kissed back, deciding to save his questions for afterward.

It was weird, kissing Derek. Weird in a still couldn't believe it was happening sort of way. His brows drew together as he pressed himself closer, shivering slightly at the the contact.

Derek wasn't much taller than him and they fit together in a mirrored way, one hand dropping to Derek's hip as he dug his fingers it, mouth opening to lick boldly at the crease of his mouth, throwing himself wholeheartedly into learning as much as he could about kissing while he had the chance.

Kissing Stiles was just as weird because it wasn't something he'd pictured happening. They were on decent terms and they were somewhat closer to being friends, but he didn't think that kissing was anywhere in their future.

The height difference was perfect if only for the lack of stooping involved. It made kissing Stiles easy and oddly comfortable, which probably wasn't the best thing since they were standing somewhere that just about anyone could see them and he had no desire to relocate. Rather, he brought a hand up to rest against Stiles' neck, thumb brushing over the side of it as he parted his lips at the surprising feeling of Stiles' tongue.

It was all Derek's fault. His fault for kissing him in the first place, his fault for getting them to this weird middle state that surpassed vague enemy of my friend and settled more firmly in maybe possibly friends, and Derek's fault for jeopardizing it all in one fell swoop of choosing to continue to kiss Stiles when it'd initially been a complete accident. It was probably the first time that he blamed Derek and also thanked him (in the privacy of his own head, thanks) in more or less the same breath.

Which he was losing because of kissing Derek.

He hadn't really mastered this whole kissing and breathing at the same time thing and he sucked in short sharp little breaths when he pulled away long enough to tilt his head the other way, slipping his tongue between Derek's lips to slide against his teeth and that was weird, that was so weird, touching someone's teeth with his tongue and also so awesome and he didn't want to stop, ever. His hand slid off his hip, slipping around to press flat at the small of Derek's back, as if he could push his body closer against his.

Derek would take the blame for the kiss because it was something he could've walked away from and didn't. The fact that they were in some kind of almost friend limbo was something he would blame on both of them, though. The night he'd brought Stiles home had done them good, but it was definitely just as much Stiles' fault as his own seeing how he would have left if it hadn't been for the request to stick around. And if Stiles decided to be angry with him about the kiss afterward, they would fight that out then.

The breathing against his lips as Stiles turned his head was almost amusing enough to make Derek smile, but lips were against his own again too quickly to allow him the time to. Then there was tongue involved and he, too, tilted his head slightly, angling it as he let his tongue brush against Stiles' in the middle of the exploration of his teeth. The hand at his back and pushing was even forgiven in that moment because he was far too caught up in the kiss to fight too much over who had the upper hand in holding each other.

The only way Stiles would be angry about this kiss was if Derek stopped it. He was pretty sure that if that happened he might actually try to kill Derek.

He made a sound, a caught in the throat whimper that was so freaking embarrassing and so totally not on his list of things to worry about. He felt hot, skin too tight, energy coursing through him and excitement. It was cld outside and he wasn't feeling it, wrapped up in the heat of a kiss and Derek's body. His tongue slide against Derek's, his other hand lifting to tangle his fingers in his hair, gripping just tight enough to make their presence known.

That was something Stiles didn't have to worry about. It would've been stupid of Derek to stop something when he was enjoying it as much as he was the kiss.

And that sound did nothing but encourage him to continue so, embarrassing or not, it was a good thing. He almost wished they were beside his car so he could turn them and press Stiles against the side to sandwich him there and make it easier to get closer. Instead, he settled for wrapping an arm around his back to keep their position, the two of them pressed against each other as his tongue pushed against Stiles as if in effort to control the kiss at the feeling of fingers in his hair.

Stiles wished they were back in his room, where privacy would afford greater contact and run less of a risk of being potentially arrested for public indecency. Of course, given who his dad was, maybe home wasn't as safe from potential arrest as it should have been.

His grip in Derek's hair tightened and he pulled away long enough to take another breath before kissing Derek again open mouthed. He scraped his teeth over Derek's lower lip tentatively, tonguing the swell of it a moment later.

Almost anywhere would've been better than the very edge of Lydia's driveway with people standing in front of the house that could've been watching them again. His car was even a better option and the space in it didn't exactly lend all that well to kissing.

Derek didn't move, though. Even when the kiss was momentarily broken. He simply took the chance to take a breath and then he actually found himself letting out a soft groan against Stiles' mouth as teeth caught at his lip for a moment only to earn a more demanding kiss in return for it.

Stiles shuddered at the sound, immediately repeating the action and rucking himself up closer, hips rocking forward thoughtlessly.

He wanted more, impatience buzzed under his skin and he was so freaking close to just saying something really embarrassing and it was a good thing his mouth was so well occupied. His hand slid up Derek's back, fingers bunching the fabric under his hand .

The rocking of Stiles' hips was all too encouraging and was the last thing Derek needed to move. With his arm tight around Stiles' waist, he shifted the two of them and pressed him back against the nearest vehicle to rock in against him.

If he'd been thinking beyond just what it felt like to be against Stiles and how he wanted more, Derek might've realized they were pushing it a little too far. But he wasn't. Not with the way his lips were occupied as he pressed against Stiles.

That was good, that was nice, Stiles wildly approved and they should just do this forever, why hadn't they done this sooner? God, think of all the time they wasted when they could have been doing this.

Remotely he was aware of just why they hadn't, a whole slew of reasons, but they were unimportant and annoying so he ignored them, focusing instead on kissing, and the hot shudder shock feeling of Derek rocking against him.

It was fitting then that a sudden series of catcalls distracted him, obnoxious hooting and hollering from those assholes who had chosen to stay outside Lydia's house now taking an interest in playing a more active role in their voyeurism.

Stiles pulled away, face red, staring at Derek in aroused surprise. "Oh my god," hissed, breathing hard.

Why they were doing it at that moment was beyond Derek. He knew the reason it had started, but why they'd continued and what it had escalated into wasn't something he could explain. Not that he needed to. They were both enjoying it and that was all that mattered.

Right up until the kiss was broken at the sound of their sudden audience's encouragement. Derek glanced back toward the front door for a second then focused on Stiles again.

And, with that, he realizing exactly how close he was as he found himself staring right back at Stiles while he pressed him against the car. His own breathing was no better, coming out in harsh breaths.

He almost suggested finding a place more private. Almost. But, when he opened his mouth, a tamer question came out.

"Do you need a ride home?"

"What?" Stiles stared for a few moments, caught on the way Derek's chest heaved, the feeling of his breath hot on his face.

"Oh, uh, yeah." He thought of his jeep, parked down the street, thought of the keys in his pocket and how he wasn't really drunk though he certainly felt dazed for other reasons. He thought about how no, he didn't really need a ride but Derek was offering and that meant more time spent together and he wasn't ready to part yet.

Even if they spent their time not doing what they'd just been doing (which had been awesome and he missed it already), it was still better than parting for the evening.

Of course, he could always go back inside, rejoin the party, but that seemed even less appealing than going home alone.

"Where's your car?"

The thought that Stiles had probably driven himself there had crossed Derek's mind, but he didn't care. He'd offer to drive Stiles back the next day to pick it up, too, if he had to.

All he wanted right then was more time together and Stiles agreeing to the ride was enough to make him nod slightly, never taking his eyes off of him.

"Over there," Derek replied with a nod to the side, motioning across the street from the house at the black camaro. Then, after a few more moments of just being far too close for just standing there, he pulled back and pulled Stiles away from the car as well.

Boos sounded from near the house and Derek ignored them as he started down the short remaining bit of driveway to head across the street as he took out his keys and hit the button to unlock the doors of the car.

Stiles waved awkwardly at their audience. Walk with confidence and maybe the embarrassment couldn't hurt him so much.

A second later it didn't matter because he was escaping into the quiet and claustrophobic space of Derek's camero, slumping down in the leather seat and resolutely not looking to see if anyone was still watching them.

As he waited for Derek to get in and get them both the hell out of there he tugged out his phone to send a quick text to Scott, that he was going home and not to worry. He didn't know if Scott would listen but it was better than nothing.

Edited 2013-01-03 21:55 (UTC)

Derek didn't feel embarrassed about anything. Just somewhat annoyed that anybody had decided that watching them was a good idea. And also a little grateful that noise had been made and had stopped them from going who knew how far while they were leaning against someone's car.

He made it around the car quickly enough then slipped in on the driver's side and started the engine without a second thought. It wasn't until he pulled away from the curb that he glanced over at Stiles.

"I take back my apology for kissing you," he stated, only half teasing as he circled the block to turn them around, heading in the direction of Stiles' house.

Stiles had been staring out the window, watching the houses pass by, but he turned to Derek when he spoke, his expression calm.

"Thanks," he said quietly, lips quirking. "I've gotta say, not a great way to bring in the new year, getting kissed by someone who looks like you and then making me think it was a mistake. You were about to give me a whole new set of complexes, dude."

He thumped his head back against the head rest, still looking at Derek, eyes darting over the details of his profile, the straight slope of this nose, eyes on the road. His subtle swell of his lips and the line of his throat. "I'm not sorry for kissing back. I don't have anything to apologize for so I thought I might as well say that."

"In my defense, I thought you were following me outside to yell about me kissing you in the first place. If I'd realized you weren't, I wouldn't have apologized for it at all." Because he really wasn't sorry it had happened.

Derek's eyes remained on the road as he drove, going slower than usual just for the sake of avoiding dropping Stiles off at home so quickly. He wasn't sure if the Sheriff was home or not, but he also didn't plan on inviting himself in if the house was empty. Having his car instead of Stiles' Jeep in the driveway would've made for some interesting explaining.

He was quiet for a few moments. "How was the party before I interrupted?"

He scoffed, smiling as he shook his head. "In your defense that makes no sense, I was kissing you back or couldn't you tell? Just admit you realize you were scared off by Scott. I'm never letting you forget that."

Stiles didn't really know what to do with the swell of affection that accompanied the teasing, knew it was audible in his tone and didn't care right now. Instead he thought of how the party had been before Derek had shown up and changed everything.

Had he been having fun? He couldn't even remember now.

"Doesn't really matter, it got a lot better when you did."

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is it safe to assume this happened after the taking stiles home scene?

indeed it is!

alright! ♥

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