bakerstreet | One Minute to Midnight

"If you want to be heard, we can work around that. Just don't go with a place that'll get me arrested and you expelled," Derek said, giving Stiles a look for a moment before he let his eyes slip closed as well.

Then he heard the mention of Isaac and he let out a quiet, reluctant groan. The door was still open. "Probably. He told me he planned to be home tonight." Derek glanced back at the door. "I need to close that."

"That means getting up," he said, stating the obvious and then curling his arm possessively around Derek's waist. Moving was bad, moving was terrible, the only time they should move was if it was because they were moving against each other, or getting under the blankets.

Leaving the bed wasn't on Stiles' list of things to do in the next 12 hours at least.

"I'm okay with him catching an eyeful. Either he won't be able to look me in the eye or he'll make bitchy comments whenever I walk by, I can deal with both of those things."

Derek was glad Stiles felt the same way about getting up. He had no desire to move from his spot against Stiles and having that arm tighten around him just doubled his reason not to remove himself from the bed at all.

"Or he'll mention it to Scott," he pointed out after a moment. There wasn't much time to let that settle, though, before he was grabbing one of the pillows from the bed to chuck it in the direction of the door, watching it hit and knock the door a lot more closed than it had been. The pillow was likely still visible from the hallway, but at least the bed was almost completely out of sight.

"Better. That'll work."

He snorted, crowing on a little sound of victory. "Nice shot," he said, content with the slightly more closed door though he couldn't really say he cared much what Isaac knew anyway.

Scott on the other hand... He sighed. "Scott's gonna know something went down," he said and then shrugged one shoulder. "But I'll deal with that later. It's not like he has control over who I da--uhhh, sleep with. It's not his life." He ducked his head, heart thumping against his ribcage.

What were they doing? Stiles didn't know if he really had the guts to ask right now and he could probably trace that back to fearing what the answer might be.

"Are you cold? Um, maybe we should get under the covers or something," he said, changing the subject. And he was slightly cold, the heat of their earlier actively fading and leaving him sensitive to the slight chill in the room.

"Thanks." They were down a pillow, but at least they had a little more privacy. It wasn't the most important thing in the world, but Derek preferred it.

He could hear Stiles' heart. And he wasn't stupid. He'd caught the way Stiles had cut himself off. Derek let him change the subject, though, because getting under the blankets seemed like a good idea.

"Yeah, let me..." Derek shifted, pulling the blanket out from under himself before he wrapped his arm around Stiles, pulling him in and pushing it out from the spot he'd been in a few moments before. Then he returned them to their spot and grabbed the edge to pull it up over them before he spoke again.

"So, it's not Scott's business who you sleep with, huh? What number am I on that list?" Derek was willing to bet he was number one, but he wanted to hear it from Stiles.

"What nu--Derek, are you serious?" He flushed, turning his head to look up at the ceiling.

"You're...I've never done it with anyone else," he muttered, before turning back to scowl at Derek, kicking at his foot lightly beneath the covers. "Jackass, you totally already know that!" he accused, because as if he had time or the game to attract anyone with all the werewolf crap that had taken over his life.

"You just wanted to hear it, didn't you!" He narrowed his eyes, tamping down on the weird surge of affection that suddenly swamped his senses. He pinched Derek, just to make himself feel a little better and buried his face in the crook of his neck and shoulder. "You're kind of a huge jerk," he muttered against his skin, face burning.

The reaction was everything he'd been hoping for and more. Derek was a jackass for that and he knew it, deserving both the kick and the pinch that followed as he grinned at the way Stiles' face turned a nice shade of red.

"I did," he admitted after a few moments, pressing himself against Stiles as he slid his hand up along his back and turned his head to press a kiss to his hair. "Sorry."

His apology was quiet and there was still an amused note to his voice, but Derek's arms remained around Stiles. Dating. That was what he'd cut himself off from mentioning because there was no way to label what they were doing in that moment. It wasn't a one night stand if they were planning to take it a step further the next time. The fact that they were thinking about a next time at all said that.

"Before we actually have sex," he started after a few moments of silence, "Maybe I should take you out."

He froze against Derek, holding himself with unnatural stillness as his words sunk in. Slowly he pulled back to look at Derek in the eye, expression schooled into something carefully blank. He worried that his emotions showed too clearly through his eyes though, the surprise and the hope, the very simple pleasure that Derek was offering.

"You want to go out with me?" he asked and he pursed his lips together tightly, breathing out through his nose when his tone wasn't nearly as cool as he'd tried to make it. He sighed, giving up on even trying to play this smoothly.

"Like, um, this is you more or less asking me out on a date, right? I'm not reading this wrong?"

Stiles' expression was something Derek wasn't used to and he stared at him for a couple of moments, honestly wondering if he'd actually said something wrong. Then he caught the look in his eyes and he felt himself relax as he heard his words, realizing it was a stupid thing to even consider worrying about.

"You're not reading it wrong," he replied with a shake of his head. "I'm asking you out on a date. And I'm warning you now that I've got almost no experience with dating. So, if it sucks, I'm sorry now."

"Something we have in common!" he said and then leaned forward, kissing Derek in excitement. They were gonna go out on a date, this potentially meant they were maybe, sort of dating!

Holy crap! Stiles couldn't keep himself from smiling against Derek's mouth, his hand coming up to cup his cheek.

The excitement was obvious and Derek couldn't help smiling as well when he felt the curve of lips against his mouth. He pressed a kiss to his lips in return.

"I think our order is off," he pointed out, teasing as he nudged at Stiles.

"Psh, I don't even care!" he stated and wiggled closer, willfully ignoring the stickiness between them, his arm over Derek's waist, making himself comfortable as he closed his eyes.

"Happy New Year, Derek," he murmured happily. "I've gotta say, it's been a pretty great way to bring it in. That's like good luck, right? Looking forward to a good year here, given how we're starting it."

Derek smiled again, settling in with his arm around Stiles as well, letting his eyes slip closed as he listened to him talk.

"It'll at least be a good year for us," he replied, voice quiet as he pressed a kiss to Stiles' cheek. "Happy New Year, Stiles."

"Knock on wood," Stiles mumbled softly, moving his fingers slowly up and down Derek's spine, contentment settling down over him. He could sleep, drift off right now is the safety and warmth of the bed, Derek tucked up beside him.

"I'm gonna fall asleep here in a minute dude, unless you have any objections," he sighed, nuzzling his face against Derek's slowly, mindful of the scrape of his stubble. He yawned, dipping his chin so that the exhalation of breath whooshed out against Derek's collarbone.

He nodded slightly when he felt the breath against his collarbone, the yawn dragging one out of him in reply shortly after. "Go to sleep," Derek said with a nod, letting his lips rest against Stiles' forehead in a lazy kiss.

"Nigh, Stiles," he murmured after a couple of moments, ready to give in to sleep as well.

He smiled, lazy and content. "G'night Derek," he whispered and let his breathing even out, his fingers slow in their lazy drag over Derek's skin. He didn't know what to expect in the morning, didn't know how they'd both feel when they woke up but he hoped it wasn't far from how he was feeling now, happy and sated.

Stiles didn't fear the morning, not as long as Derek was there too, their legs tangled together, their breaths mingling.

Yeah, this was totally gonna be an awesome year.

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