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Stiles slid the plastic bowl across the table top, next to the one Derek was already eating out of.
“Mmmph…Okay,” Derek mumbled through a full mouth, “I will concede that pistachio and cherries jubilee do work really well together.”
Stiles smiled at the older boy as he watched him scrape the last of the pink and green ice cream with his spoon. “Told you so,” Stiles chided, “the sweetness of the cherries really goes well with the slight salt of the pistachio!”
“Mmm,” Derek swallowed, “And the tartness goes with that meatiness that the nuts give it. Then again, you guys have one of the best pistachios I’ve ever tasted, so it’s not surprising that other flavors go well with it.”
Stiles rolled his eyes. Derek had been coming into Finstock’s before and after his life guard shifts for two weeks now, and he never failed having some comment to make on the individual flavors. Not that it stopped him from eating the ice cream combinations that Stiles dished out.
Derek licked the spoon clean and pushed the empty bowl aside, pulling the new one towards him. “And what do we have here?”
Stiles stood up and assumed a fancy waiter stance with his arm held across his abdomen, and affected a fake nasal accent. “Our last dish for this evening is a delightful rainbow sherbet, accompanied by our decadent triple fudge brownie,” He said. “It might seem like a strange combination, but our head chef thinks it’s one of his finest creations.”
Derek raised a sardonic eyebrow. “Head chef?” he asked.
“Mmmmmyes, Chef Stilinski is quite well known in the ice cream world for his bold choices and very talented tongue.” Stiles replied.
Derek raised his other eyebrow, causing Stiles to blush at his own unintended entendre. Aside from the occasional faux pas on Stiles’s part, the main limit of his and Derek’s interaction was still this, server and patron. Derek’s taunt on that first visit to the shop seemed to have been nothing more than a friendly joke between friends, if the rest of their exchanges were anything to go by. Derek was polite, funny, kind, and totally uninterested in Stiles, to Stiles’s complete and utter frustration.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” Stiles asked, tapping his fingers on his leg nervously.
Derek took a huge spoonful of the combined flavors and stuffed it in his mouth. “Mmmmmmm” He hummed, “Give my compliments to the chef!”
Stiles chuckled half-heartedly as he dashed back behind the counter. Ducking down behind the coolers, Stiles silently berated himself. Why the hell did he keep doing this to himself? Derek was obviously just a nice guy who liked ice cream, he wasn’t interested in Stiles, and he never would be.
Stiles peeked over the counter so he could see Derek sitting in the booth across the way. The older boy was looking at his phone with a frown on his face. He seemed upset about whatever he was reading. His eyebrows were furrowed, and Stiles could picture the wrinkle between them that showed up when Derek made a face like that. God, how he wished he could go over and smooth out that wrinkle, kiss the anger off Derek’s face, run his hands through Derek’s hair…No! No, Stiles! You need to let it go!
Stiles turned around and slid down the cooler to the floor. In a couple of weeks, Derek will be off at college and you will still be a junior in high school and no one wants a dork who works in Finstock’s ice cream parlor as a boyfriend, especially a guy like Derek. No matter how much he likes your ice cream combinations. Stiles let his shoulders sag sadly. He also really needed to mop the floor, it was disgusting.
Above him, someone cleared their throat, causing Stiles to jump. He quickly stood up to find Derek leaning over the case, staring at him.
“Hey,” Stiles said lamely.
“Hey,” Derek echoed. His eyebrows drew down, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah! Yes! Yep! Totally okay!” Stiles replied, too enthusiastically. “I’m right as rain. Which is a really weird saying, you know? Like, who thinks rain is right? I mean, maybe a farmer thinks rain is right. And California is in a drought right now. I wonder if it came from a country where rain doesn’t happen very often? Or maybe it came from a place like England where it rains all the time? Do you think-“
“-STILES!” Derek interrupted.
Stiles took a breath. “Oh, yeah, sorry. Maybe I need to lay off the sugar.”
Derek smiled at him. “Maybe. Though you were right about that flavor combo too. “ Derek held up the stack of empty plastic bowls he had in his hand. “Really good stuff.”
“Thanks,” Stiles said, reaching out to take the trash from the other boy. Derek handed it to him, letting their fingers brush for a moment. Stiles felt goose bumps spring up across his shoulders from the contact.
“So what do I owe you?” Derek asked.
Stiles shook his head. “Nah, don’t worry about it.”
Derek sighed, “Come on Stiles, this is your job. Finstock can’t be happy that you keep giving away six free scoops of ice cream every day.”
Stiles smiled. “Actually, since you started coming in, we’ve been getting more business, so I think you’re actually helping.”
“Uh huh,” Derek said, unconvinced. An unexpected burp burbled up from Derek’s stomach, causing him to blush. “Oh, excuse me,” he mumbled, patting his stomach.
Stiles took the opportunity to glance down at Derek’s body. His shape hadn’t changed that much, but where his tank top used to almost hug his abs, now there was a distinct rounding where the definition used to be. Stiles licked his lips unconsciously. The idea of Derek putting on weight because of the ice cream Stiles was supplying him sent a thrill of excitement through Stiles, though he didn’t really know why. He just knew that he wanted it to continue.
“So,-” Derek said, snapping Stiles attention back to his face, “-I really feel like a need to repay you somehow. Maybe…” Derek’s chin dipped down bashfully. “…maybe I could take you to dinner?” When Derek’s eyes came back up to Stiles’s face, it was to see a look of utter shock.
Stiles was still not understanding. “You want to have dinner? With me?”
Derek started to look concerned. “Yeah. That’s what I said. I mean, we don’t have to. I don’t, I mean…you don’t…fuck.” Derek backed away from the counter, his face falling. ‘You’re straight, aren’t you? Fuck, I really messed this up. Crap!” Derek turned towards the door like he was about to bolt, which was the only thing that got Stiles moving.
He practically jumped over the counter to grab Derek’s arm. “Wait!” He said, half hanging off the glass case. The plastic bowls made a thwack as they flew out of Stiles's hand.
Derek froze, his face somewhere between afraid and hopeful.
Stiles swallowed, then steeled himself to look up into Derek’s eyes. “I would love to have dinner with you.”
There was a beat, when neither of them moved, then Derek let a small smile start to bloom across his face. “You would?”
Stiles nodded, not really trusting himself to speak.
Derek’s smile blossomed, causing his eyes to crinkle. “Really?”
Stiles nodded again. “Of course I would!”
“Okay,” Derek said, “um…I’ll pick you up when you get off?”
Stiles smirked. “Wow, getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?”
Derek frowned, “huh? I…Oh,” he said, blushing.
Stiles laughed. Finally, it was Derek’s turn to make the innuendo!
Derek tried to look put out, but it only took a few moment before he was laughing loudly along with Stiles. All the tension that had built up seemed to drain away and both boys relaxed.
Stiles used his free hand to wipe his eyes. “Okay, so, you’re gonna pick me up at 7?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Derek said. He smiled and looked into Stiles eyes. “I’m really excited.”
Stiles smiled in response. “Me too.”
Derek turned to leave the store, more sedately this time.
“Um, Derek?”
Derek turned around, looking back at Stiles who was dangling awkwardly off the cases.
“Can you help me get down before you leave?”
Derek rolled his eyes as he walked back and half-lifted Stiles over the cases and put him on the ground. Stiles found himself pressed against Derek’s body, his hand resting against the softness at Derek’s waistline. Stiles licked his lips as he stared at Derek up close. Derek’s breath seemed to catch at their proximity.
After a moment, Stiles pulled back. “See you in an hour.” He said softly.
Derek nodded. “See you.”
Stiles watched the older boy walk out of the shop. From behind, Stiles could see that Derek had tiny love handles blooming over the waistband of his trunks, and that his ass was definitely bigger than it used to be.
Stiles licked his lips again as a pang of desire burned through him at the thought of feeding Derek more ice cream. He had some research to do.
