This one was a fun one to write! Enoy! Here’s #3: “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
“Oh you will, I’ll drag your little wolfy butt down there and make you try it. Grilled cheese mac n’ cheese will never be the same.”
Derek raised an eyebrow while he looked at the man currently draped across his lap. Amber eyes looked back almost in a challenge, a teasing smirk directed to Derek. He leaned down, hand wrapped in thick chestnut hair as their lips met. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, eyes fluttered shut, and before Derek could let himself enjoy this moment thundering footsteps echoed through his ears.
He reared back, eyes cast to the door as he tried to piece together who was on their way in. Stiles was already off the couch, flailing as he got on two feet. Derek let his eyes bleed to blue as he stood up himself only to pause when the undeniable scent of floral laundry soap, medical supplies, and pet dander hit his nose.
So when the loft door opened to expose Scott he wasn’t entirely surprised.
“Oh good Christ, Scotty it’s just you,” Stiles breathed, tone relieved and calm.
Scott rolled his eyes, feet stomping down the stairs like a toddler, “yeah just me. Scott McCall, your best friend.”
“What? Scott are you okay dude–?”
“Okay look,” Scott said, effectively cutting off Stiles much to Derek’s surprise, “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
The air was thick as the tension steadily rose, his eyes flickered between the two others in the room. It was obvious that years of friendship allowed them to do this silent communication thing until Scott looked stricken and Stiles more or less looked terribly confused.
“Can you,” Derek started, Scott giving him a glare as he did, “explain?”
Scott growled, “are you kidding? You’re a best friend stealer! I never get to see Stiles anymore, he just says he’s got things to do. So I followed him this time around and I find him here? Look I don’t know why he’s choosing you over me but listen I’ve known him since babyhood! We’re baby brothers!”
Derek looked to Stiles, only to find the younger man biting his lip as laughter bubbled up from his throat and echoed through the loft. He fell in sync, his own laughter fell from his lips and made his chest tight at the sheer stupidity that was Scott at the moment. The loft was heavy with the smell of anything but platonic emotions and sex. Scott should’ve been able to smell it before he even opened the door.
There was another threatening growl and it sent him and Stiles further into laughter.
“You’re a terrible werewolf Scott,” Derek said once he managed to sober up.
Stiles huffed and Derek suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder then his cheek, then lips were on his. The familiarity of it make his eyes shut and his arms wrapped around Stiles’ slender waist. Scott was in the room, they both knew that, but it made Derek cringe and pull back. There was a huff and a wheeze from beside them.
Scott’s jaw hung dangerously low, his face bright red, and Derek found that he enjoyed seeing Scott scrambled.
“You–and?…Him with…? Oh my god,” he stuttered.
“I’m not stealing your best friend, I’m just spending time with my boyfriend,” Derek said with finality and Stiles arched an eyebrow at his choice of words. He gave Stiles a reassuring nod and it sparked something behind bright amber eyes that sent a shiver through him.
Stiles turned to look at Scott, “I promise, we’ll play some COD or something later…but Scott, get the hell out because I don’t think you wanna see what I’m about to do to my boyfriend.”
Derek let out a growl of his own as he moved them towards the bed, and with that Scott let out a flow of curses and gagging noises. The last thing Derek caught before Stiles got his full attention was the loft door as it slammed shut.
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