Here's An Offer You Can't Refuse

Stiles hadn't been expecting Danny to show up in his room a month after they had spent that night hacking and staring at Derek's chest rather than doing chemistry homework. He definitely wasn't expecting to be pushed against his bedroom door and kissed so thoroughly it left him feeling bruises and breathing hard, like he was the one with asthma all of a sudden. When Danny smirked and backed away, giving a stunned Stiles a chance to breathe.

"So I guess that's a 'yes' you do find me attractive? Which I gotta say, surprises me since I used to think you didn't like me. At all, let alone enough to stick your tongue down my throat," Stiles babbled, his brain wasn't functioning at a hundred per cent efficiency yet but his mouth certainly wasn't having trouble articulating the few thoughts running around his lust stoked mind.

"Well," Danny began, his eyes trailing seductively over Stiles' body, "you aren't my usual type. I normally like my men more..."

"Gay?" Stiles suggested while Danny searched for the word.

"Masculine," Danny replied and Stiles would have winced except he totally understood that compared to someone like Derek Hale – hunky man of mystery who obviously spent most of his day working out and perfecting that look of perfect dismissal – he wasn't the most masculine of specimens. "But I don't know, Stiles, there is something about you..."

"There is?" He asked, trying and failing not to sound both surprised and insanely pleased at this semi-compliment.

"Uh huh," Danny said, stepping closer, his hands reaching up to cradle Stiles' face, thumb skimming over his full mouth as his eyes raked over Stiles' features. "Your eyes are... beautiful, your lashes are so dark and pretty, skin perfectly pale and creamy. Lips so pink and... fuckable," Danny hissed as he leaned in for another kiss.

It occurred to Stiles, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he probably should be resisting because hey, he wasn't gay, he didn't make out with guys, Danny was their token gay guy on the team they did not need another and even if they did, Stiles was in no way lining up to be labelled as such. However, his body disagreed and seemed to find nothing wrong with being manhandled over to his bed, with Danny nipping at the length of his neck as he unbuckled Stiles' bed, hand slipping into his pants and encasing his leaking cock. God it felt good, and Stiles couldn't help but rear up into the caress in an attempt to get more friction. Later he would rationalise it as a youthful experiment, sex was sex and he was sixteen after all.

Half an hour later they were lying in bed, sweat soaked and come stained panting as their heart beats normalised. This was when Stiles brain started to work once more. "So, what made you change your mind? You know, about me because before you didn't even care that I existed and just now there you were, stroking things and moaning loudly enough to wake my dad, so thank god he's at the station and not in the house." Babbling, he realised he was babbling but hey, just lost his virginity... sort of, it was the first time receiving and giving a hand job so that counted, right? So yeah, Stiles figured babbling as excusable.

"It was your cousin," Danny said.

"My cou-... oh that's right... Miguel," Stiles was pretty sure that was the name he had mocked Derek with. "I don't get it."

"There's no way he's actually your cousin, though. When he was shirtless... let's just say I knew then that you two weren't related. No straight guy gives his half naked male cousin a look like that," Danny huffed out a laugh.

"I... what? No, I didn't. I'm not attracted to Der... I mean Miguel. I think you're confusing me with you," Stiles said, his mind racing. What the fuck? No way was he hot for the werewolf, yes he recognised that Derek was hot – he had those perfect abs and ridiculously golden skin and what was with those cheekbones? He could make a killing doing adverts, and that ass should definitely be show cast better by wearing tighter jean... or maybe no je-... oh crap. He was. He was attracted to Derek Hale – his Alpha and resident werewolf lie-detector and emotion scenter. Derek was going to KILL him. He was dead.

"Yep, you really are," Danny added, continuing their conversation and unknowingly agreeing to Stiles inner thought that he was doomed.

"Shit."

They lay there in silence for a few more moments as the gravity of the situation robbed Stiles of the endorphins that had been brought on by the orgasm he'd had five minutes ago. The quiet didn't last for long. "Okay, so you decided that I like my fake cousin, and a month later you thought hey why don't I go attack him with my lips? I'm not seeing the logic here," Stiles admitted, unable to just shut up and let the mystery go. Anyone else would just be grateful for the free orgasm, not Stiles, he had to question everything.

"I saw you guys out together last week. You, 'Der-Miguel', Allison and Scott. Scott and Allison were acting like a couple, you were sitting there looking awkward and 'Der-Miguel' was ignoring you all so I was pretty sure you two had either broken up or had never been together in the first place. He's out of my league and I'm not seeing anyone else, so I thought you might lend me a helping hand, so to speak," Danny explained his theory. Stiles had to admit it was all fair enough use of logic and he'd gotten laid so he wasn't about to complain about how it had come to pass.

"It's the latter, right? You were never a couple," Danny assumed.

"Me and Derek? God no, no, he's straight and would probably kill me if I even joked about... Oh my god, that night was when you realised? Shit, do you think he noticed... god, he did didn't he? That must have been why he hit me and not-"

"Wait a minute, this guy hit you?" Danny jumped up looking shocked and pissed off on Stiles' behalf.

"Uh... no... not... look it wasn't like he was pounding on me... Der- I mean Miguel is just a really hot tempered guy and I'm not making this any better am I? Shit," Stiles got up from his bed and ran a hand over his hair. Great, not only was he attracted to the last person on Earth he could hide it from, he had also made it sound like Derek was some kind of gay-basher, which Stiles couldn't be sure – based on the evidence – that he wasn't but letting someone else think that could cause all sorts of problems for all the pack members. He didn't want anyone thinking that just because Stiles didn't wolf out under the full moon didn't mean he wasn't dedicated to the protection and stability of the pack, because he was. And of course Stiles was pretty sure that he'd just let Derek's name slip out too. Could this day get worse? Although, on a scale of one to ten, with one being a normal Stiles-esque day of being left on the bench during Lacrosse, getting a C- in History because he'd strayed off topic and his car breaking down and a ten, which would be getting mortally wounded by a homicidal lunatic, then this rated a mere 4, even if it did jump to a 9 if Derek ever found out the fullness of his realisation.

"Um, look, Danny, this has been nice but..."

"Don't worry, Stilinski, I'm not expecting flowers and a kiss goodnight at the front door. You don't even have to buy me dinner. This will just be our thing, no strings, and when either one of us find someone better we'll just stop. That good with you?" Danny asked, his mouth now inches from Stile's.

"Yeah, sure," Stiles agreed, light headed from the complete 180 his life had taken in the last hour.

"See you, Stiles," Danny said as he kissed him one last time, deep and penetrating in a way that made his dick take notice.

"Bye," he said as Danny left his room.

Earth shattering realisations aside, that didn't go too badly for his first time.