That's so Stiles

Derek sighed. "I am not joking Stiles. You are a handsome guy. If we get along, we might have sex. I'm not that into casual sex so I won't have it with you just because you want it.

"Huh?" Not the response he expected, but he knew for sure it was not a response he liked. That was why he was pouting. "So yes but only if we like each other to a degree?"

Derek exhaled, really trying not to show disdain to him. 'I do." Derek told him.

Stiles was so shock. It was why he was blinking so much. "You are not messing with me are you?"

Derek didn't mind the silence. For once Stiles was quiet and not bothering him. Sadly it didn't last very long. At first he didn't say anything, but then he turned and looked at him. He gave no room to look like he was joking. "Ok. When do you want to do that?"

"When!?" Stiles was so not expecting this. He expected to be hit or for a sour remark. "You really want to?"

Derek rolled his eyes and went back to the movie. "Fine by me." Derek said.

Ok this was awkward. Now he was feeling not just weird and that he should leave, but he wanted to know. He really wanted to know. It was why he kept looking at him every few seconds until he finally gave up. "Fine, fine!" He took a deep breath. "Yes, I find you very attractive and yes I...think I do want you to...do what with me."

Derek turned to fully face him. He didn't know why he was putting pressure on him now after all they have said to each other. Especially after how much they had annoyed each other." And what if I did?" He asked him. "What if I am willing to fuck you?"

Stiles didn't believe him. This was a trap. He was so sure of it. "Stop messing with me. Let's just watch the movie. We have been ignoring it for too long."

Stiles was flabbergasted, totally flabbergasted. "I...Maybe?"

"That's not an answer. "Do you want to yes or not?" He asked him.

Stiles made a weird sound. "Why would I even answer when we both know you wouldn't do it?"

"That's what you want? For me to fuck you?" He asked.

Stiles was flabbergasted, totally flabbergasted. "I...Maybe?"

Derek raised his hand. "You can stop there. I don't need to know about my uncle possibly wanting to fuck you." Though he was glad he didn't that night.

Stiles bit his lip. He then grunted. "Fine, but anyway you fucking me would be better than that."

Derek was so confused, yet he felt the need to know more. "Does he know that you find him attractive?" The worse part was that he knew his uncle's taste. Stiles was his type.

"He does. Remember when he took me away from all of you?" Stiles reminded him. "He offered me the bite that night. He knew it right there." And he hated himself over that because he had never been as turned on as he had been that night.

Derek was about to laugh because of the first statement. His smile was pre-prepared for that, but that last statement threw everything out of the window. "What does Peter have to do with this?"

Stiles mentally cursed himself. He always said too much and it always got him in trouble. How could he escape this one? He had to think quick. "Well, like I said I'm not blind. Peter is quite attractive too." Yeah that should do it. He didn't reveal that he slept with him.

"Huh?" He was terribly confused. "Then what was all of this for?" He asked him.

Stiles sighed. "Honestly I don't know myself. Maybe this was just a twisted way for me to hook up with or something." He said and smacked his thighs in frustration. "I mean you wouldn't be worse than Peter for sure."

"No problem." And yes he took that as a compliment. "Now that we have hat out of the way, will you stop trying to get my attention by being mean to me?"

Stiles' eyes narrowed. "Oh no that's not stopping. I'll annoy you when you deserve it."