It turns out it can be really bad. Like so beyond bad that bad isn't even the right word anymore. It's horrific. It's tragic. It's gold. A gold pair of booty shorts. That's it. That is the entirety of his outfit! And there just hanging there on a coat hanger that isn't really needed because they're booty shorts. A teeny tiny pair of shorts that will not hide anything. And will take all of Stiles dignity.

"Lydia, you cannot be serious."

"Oh, I am."

"They're gold!"

"Well, it's either this or the chicken suit."

"I can't walk in the chicken suit."

"Looks like it's the booty shorts then."

"You clearly orchestrated it so I would have to wear the shorts which isn't really fair!"

"No, you don't. Think of it this way. Derek will probably love them."

"Have you not met Derek? The man doesn't like me flirting to get free drinks how do you think he's gonna feel about me wearing this around campus!" He held up the tiny and shorts and waved them in her face. Lydia smiled at him and pushed them back into his body.

"It's fine. Everyone is going home for Christmas. There'll barely be anyone around."

"How about the fact that it is freezing, Lydia!"

"Fine, how about since you nearly made it to two months I'll only make you wear them till we head home."

"We go home tomorrow."

"Exactly."

"Okay. I guess I can do that. It's just one day."

"Just one day." The smile that spread across her face didn't make Stiles feel better at all.

Okay, so far there was no-one around. He'd made it safely across campus without running into anyone. Of course, that wasn't going to last because he had a class now but he was counting on the holiday season to have sent everyone home early. The only reason Stiles hadn't left early was that Derek was driving home with him. And for some reason, Derek had to pack up some stuff and take it home. Whatever he was just happy to be spending so much time with his boyfriend. Heh, his boyfriend. It still sounds so cute. His boyfriend Derek. Derek Hale is his boyfriend. Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale awesome boyfriends!

He pushes through the door of his lecture hall, and this was not what he was expecting. The room is filled with people, not once during the entire year have this many people been in attendance, he's not even sure if all of these people are in his class.

This has Lydia written all over it.

There are some snickers coming from people around the room and then he can hear the click of photos being taken. His professor just sighs like he's not surprised and motions for him to sit down. There's only one seat left, and it's in the middle of the first row. He doesn't know how but he knows Lydia is behind that as well.

The lecture starts, and he knows that no one is paying attention to what his professor is saying. He isn't even listening because he has to keep looking around and glaring at people when they start whispering about him. He knows they're talking about him. Since apparently nobody in this class has learnt the art of being quiet. The girls beside him keep eyeing him appreciatively, and he curls his arms over his chest to try and cover himself. He wonders if this is how Derek feels in public because people are always staring at him, even when Stiles is there and clearly dating the man. People suck. The professor's voice cuts through his thoughts.

"If everyone is done staring at Mr Stilinski and his fashion choice can we please get on with the lecture?" There were murmurs of disagreement around the room, but a swift glare from their teacher had everyone slouching down in their seats and pocketing their phones. Stiles had never loved his professor more.

Once he leaves the classroom, the novelty of his outfit seems to wear off the other students, and he finds himself in an empty classroom as everyone leaves as fast as they can. He gathers up his things and heads out into the quiet hallway.

"Stiles?"

"Yea- Derek!" The man was leaning against the wall beside the door, and Stiles was about to smile at him when the man burst out laughing.

"What ar- are you wearing?" Stiles pulled his arms over his chest and tried to look as serious as possible. Well, as serious as someone in nothing but gold booty shorts could look.

"I will have you know, that this is the price of sleeping with you."

"This is because you lost the bet!"

"Yep. Lydia, waited until I thought I was safe and then boom! She brought out the booty shorts."

"This is literally the best thing to come out of that whole thing." Before Stiles could even comprehend what Derek was doing the man had pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.

"What the hell!"

"What? This obviously has to go in my mom's photo albums."

"No. Derek, no! My first picture in your mom's albums will not be this one! It will be a nice respectable picture of us."

"Nope. This is way better." The man was still laughing at him, and Stiles was seriously considering whether he could kick Derek's ass when Erica appeared out of nowhere.

"Wow, looking good Stiles."

"Why are you here?"

"I have a class. You look great, I don't have any ones on me right now, but if you wait here, I can run to the store for some change."

"Oh, ha ha, I'm a stripper. Very funny. I'll have you know they work very hard."

"You know what else is hard?"

"What?"

"Two things. First one is Derek, and the other is being able to take this conversation seriously."

"Just go to class!" The blonde gave him a wink, blew him a kiss and then made her way into the classroom. Once again leaving Stiles and Derek alone.

"So, about that picture..."

"I've already sent it to my mom."

"You're an asshole. I would never do that to you."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Y.E.S. Yes."

"So, I guess my brother and my dad just magically found that picture of when I split my trousers?"

"Well, that is different!"

"How?"

"I had no idea they told you about that, those traitors!"

"Call it even?" The smug smile on Derek's face told Stiles everything he needed to know. The jerk had obviously known about this for weeks and had been waiting to use this against him.

"Fine, but you need to know I am not happy about this."

"I know." Derek pushed off the wall and pressed a chaste kiss to his mouth before wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him out of the building.

"So, you're not mad?"

"About what?"

"My outfit."

"It's a little out there but no I'm not mad. Why would I be?"

"Cause you get mad when I flirt with people for free stuff. I thought you'd be mad about me showing all of this skin."

"Stiles I get mad because you're my boyfriend, and you do it right in front of me. Wouldn't you be mad if I flirted with the girl at the coffee shop?"

"Yes. I'm sorry I guess I was just used to doing it. I'll make sure never to do it when you're around."

"Fine, but only because you get weirdly excited when you get free stuff."

"Who doesn't like free stuff, Derek? You're so strange."

"Says the guy in booty shorts in December!"

"I'm perfectly content in these."

"Well, your skin feels like ice, couldn't Lydia have given you a coat?"

"I never asked, she just said as long as I was going out I had to wear these."

"Wait, what?"

"Well, yeah. I mean she got to choose what I wore outside for a week, but she lessened it to just today since I almost made it two months."

"So, you only have to wear these outside?"

"Yes?"

"Stiles, think about what I am saying to you."

"Okay."

"You only have to wear these booty shorts if you are outside and going somewhere."

"Derek, I am outside."

"Are you going to wear these all day?"

"Yes, that's the rule of the bet!"

"But is it?"

"Yes! As long as I am outside and going somewhere then I need to wear the clothes Lydia picked for me for one whole da- no it isn't. Oh, my god! If I'm indoors then I can be naked, then I'm not wearing anything, and Lydia can't say I broke anything!"

"You finally got it!"

"Ye- no. Wait, I can't be naked. I live with Matt."

"Stiles, if you're going to be naked all day, do you even remotely think that I'm going to allow you to be anywhere, but my bed?"

"This is the greatest plan I've ever heard! I don't have to keep wearing the shorts, and we get to have sex!"

"Just sex? Cause if so we need to pick up some supplies."

"What else did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, movie marathon or just hang out or get treats in or something."

"See, you call good food treats, I call it healthy variations of junk."

"Pretty sure there's no healthy about it."

"Not all of us can be health nuts. Anyway, that sounds perfect, but we still need supplies."

"Then to the shop we go."

As soon as they'd arrived at Derek's apartment Stiles had dropped his bag and immediately kicked off his booty shorts.

"Were you not wearing underwear?"

"Derek, you saw the shorts. Where the hell would I have hidden underwear?"

"I hadn't really thought about it."

"Come on, I'm gonna need food for our many marathons."

"Mmm."

"Derek!"

"What?"

"Stop staring at me."

"Kind of difficult, Stiles, You're naked in my apartment."

"You're right." Stiles steps forward till he can take the shopping bags out of Derek's hands and places them on the floor. "I'm feeling a bit lonely." His hands find the bottom of Derek's t-shirt and he pulls it up till Derek raises his arms and he can pull it off completely. "You should be naked too." His hands roam over Derek's hot skin, and he wants nothing more than to use the man to warm him up, but he'd rather be somewhere more comfortable. He steps back slowly and smiles as Derek sways towards his touch. "Coming?" He turns on his heel and heads towards the small living-room as he listens to Derek's boots hit the floor with a dull thud and then his belt with a clink. There's barely any space left between him and the couch when Derek grabs him and spins him so he lands on the couch on his back.

"You're a menace."

"You love it." Stiles shivers as the heat from Derek's body completely covers him and heats his cold skin. It makes him feel kind of delirious as the warmth seeps between them and Derek is just so fucking hot as his hands skate over his skin. There're kisses being pressed down on his neck, and each one feels like it's being branded into his skin like people will look at him and be able to see them.

"So, perfect." His hands drag along Derek's back, scratching over his tattoo, and he's rewarded with a roll of Derek's hips. They're panting into the space between them and Stiles threads his fingers through Derek's soft black hair and drags him down to kiss him. There's stubble scratching against his skin, and he's going to have the best beard rash on his face tomorrow. One that he already knows he'll try and pass off as the cold. There's a hand sliding down his side and moving to his knee as Derek pulls at his leg to hook it around him. It gives him more leverage, and he uses it to pull Derek's hips into him, and his arms are looped around his back so he can grab onto his shoulders. His fingers are digging into Derek's shoulder as the man works a hand between them to grip his cock. It's rough and hot and Stiles definitely isn't going to last long, but it's the best god damn thing he's ever felt.

"I fucking love you." He practically gasps it out as Derek twists his wrist and his nails dig in, but it just seems to make Derek work harder. The man is kissing along his jaw, teeth biting every few minutes and stops to suck a single spot at the hollow of his throat. It makes Stiles buck up into his hand, and his whole body is tensing, his leg and arms pulling tight around Derek. He arches back as he comes onto his stomach, Derek continuing to stroke him until he's finished.

The man doesn't even wait for Stiles to recover as he grabs his own cock, his hand sliding up and down as Stiles slowly comes back down. There are nails being dragged down Derek's back, and the man groans as Stiles reaches his ass and cups his cheeks.

"Such a perfect ass, Derek. So, perfect and I wish I could fuck your ass all the time. Would love it so much; watch you ride me all the time." He leans up to kiss at Derek's neck, and Derek starts thrusting faster into his own hand, and Stiles keeps his hands on his ass. "Fuck you so good, Derek. Do you want that? Want to fuck yourself on my cock, just throw me on your bed and use my cock." Stiles can feel practically all of Derek's muscles tensing as he comes all over him and his mouth is open is a silent gasp and Stiles is never going to be able to sit on this couch without getting hard.

"You know for someone who was a virgin up until a few weeks ago, you dirty talk is pretty great."

"I did a lot of research."

"You mean you watched a lot of porn?"

"Shut up."

They decided to move to Derek's bed after cleaning up. They were both kind of tired and figured it would be better to sleep first then try making food so no one gets injured. It was mostly Derek worrying Stiles would get hurt, but Stiles knows he could make food without getting hurt. It wasn't like he was completely accident prone.

So, there they were, both in Derek's bed curled towards each other. The quilt was pulled up to their shoulders, and they were just staring at each other from their side of the bed while trading stories with each other.

"When I was 8 I climbed a tree and jumped out of it."

"Why?"

"Seemed like a good idea and Scott was too chicken to do it."

"What happened?"

"I vaguely remember feeling like I was flying and then I woke up in the hospital. My dad wasn't happy."

"Let me guess, Scott told him nothing."

"Yeah, he told my dad that I'd seen Mrs Tomkins cat up there and went to rescue it. My dad couldn't be too mad at me."

"Scott is a pretty loyal guy."

"He's my best friend."

"I know I'm glad you have him."

"You are?"

"Yeah, there are not many people who would punch me in the face, so I'm glad you have someone to have your back."

"Wait, what do you mean punched you?"

"Scott, didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"He came to my house after I told you I was just using you and he punched me in the face."

"Oh, my God! I told him not to get involved."

"I'm glad he did. Scott punching me gave me some hope that you actually cared about me."

"Don't ever tell Scott that. He'll say he brought us together."

"He did help."

"No, he already thinks he's some relationship guru because he's found his forever. I refuse to become some sort of testimonial for him."

"Okay, we won't tell him. I promise."

"Thank you."

"Okay, so, I once ran through my school naked."

"You did not!"

"I did. It was a dare, and I couldn't say no."

"What happened?"

"I got suspended for three days, it would have been less, but I accidentally ran into the principal and well kind of landed on him when we hit the floor. He wasn't exactly thrilled to have his naked student on top of him in the crowded hallway."

"Dude."

"Yeah, my mom was furious. She was going on about how it could be suspicious and him losing his job. I'd never felt so guilty in my whole life."

"Was he okay?"

"Yeah. He was fine. I apologised to him when I got back to school, and he just laughed the whole thing off and said he'd done worse at school. My mom literally laughed at me for like ten minutes when I got home. Turns out she and Duke went to the same school and she knew all about the things he got up to."

"Did your mom sleep with your head teacher?"

"He was her prom date."

"I'm so sorry." The sympathy he was trying to convey didn't really come across as he laughed, it was just too funny, and he couldn't stop the laughter from coming out of his mouth. Derek huffed at him and turned onto his back.

"Yeah, you look real sympathetic."

"I'm sorry, that's just like, you and your mom both got naked with the same guy!"

"Why would you say that!" The horrified look on Derek's face only made him laugh harder, and he had to clutch at his sides when it actually started to hurt from laughing. Derek pushed him off the bed to try and shut him up, but it was just the best image ever and oh my god he couldn't wait to bring it up with Talia. His boyfriend glared at him over the side of the bed then his whole face transformed as a smirk crept onto his lips.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No, what?"

"Just thinking that you've seen me naked."

"Er, yah."

"But, you know what?"

"Seriously, what?"

"Your dad saw me naked first."

"That's- no. No! He didn't- He wasn't- What! Oh, god!"

"You could talk to your dad about my naked body."

"Shut up! No! He didn't see you naked. He didn't." He was aware that he sounded slightly childish, but his dad did not see Derek naked first. There is no way that his dad saw him first, Stiles had definitely walked into his dorm first, hadn't he? Oh god, what if his dad did actually see him first? That is just not fair.

"Your dad saw me naked. He saw everything. In fact, he probably saw my tattoo before you did, which means he definitely saw my ass before you." Derek gasped out in pain as Stiles threw himself on top of the man to shut him up. Stiles dug his fingers into the man's sides and laughed as Derek yelped and bucked underneath him.

"Stop! Ple- please!"

"Not until you take it back." Derek's cheeks were starting to take on a red tinge as he gasped for breath and Stiles tried to shuffle further up as the man kept bucking up to knock him off. His hand slipped along Derek's skin, and the man took it as his opening to lunge up and wrap his arms around Stiles body and roll them onto his back.

"So heavy." It felt like there was a tonne of bricks on top of him and then Derek started to shake his body on top of him and it felt like the air was being pushed out of him.

"Say how great I am!"

"Never." His voice was strained as he spoke and he felt Derek pull his weight back a little to let him breathe. What a sap.

"Say it, Stiles!" The man started rubbing his stubble into his face, and he tried to stretch further away as he laughed.

"Fine, fine you're great." His boyfriend pushes up till only his bottom half was resting against him and smiled down at him.

"That's all I wanted to hear."

"You're an ass."

"You started it."

"Alright, whatever, get off me." He shoved at Derek's shoulder till he fell heavily beside him, his body still close enough for their legs to be tangled. Stiles turned his head to look at him, and Derek dropped his hand down to his stomach.

"So, I believe it was your turn for a story."

"Mmm, okay, this one time on Halloween Scott and I, we were 14, decided to tell each other scary stories in the living-room. So, we're huddled under this blanket with all of our sweets from the night, and I've got this torch pointed at my face. I'm telling some story about werewolves and then we hear this scratching. Scott's freaking out, and I'm like let's just go check it out."

"Of course, you were." Derek's fingers were starting to make small movements against his stomach, just rubbing his fingertips as his hand stayed where it was splayed across his stomach.

"So, we go into the hallway, and we can hear it coming from the front door. Scott has my arm in like a death grip as I creep towards the door and just as I reached out for the handle it just stopped. It's completely silent in the house, so I pull the door open anyway, and there's nothing out there. There're some kids laughing at the end of the street, so we figure it's just them."

"But, it wasn't?"

"No, because we close the front door and then we hear it again, but this time it's coming from the back door. Scott looks like he's gonna cry, my arms went numb from his grip, and I'm scared shitless. Obviously, I don't let Scott see that so I grab the umbrella beside my front door, and we make our way to the back. And it's getting louder, right like the scratching is louder and faster like something is really trying to get in the house."

"Was it a dog?" The small movements of Derek's fingers are changing to something more noticeable as they drag over the skin of his stomach.

"I wish. So, we get to the back and once again just as I'm about to touch the handle it stops. We open the door, and there's nothing out there. Scott wants to call his mom at this point, but nothing is happening, so we just wander back to the living-room. And we just stop because the TV was on and it wasn't on when we started searching. So, we're now both quite terrified."

"I can imagine."

"Anyway, we edge into the living-room and then the scratching starts up again, but this time, it's in the house. So, we are freaking the fuck out, and Scott is like crying, and I'm shaking I'm so scared. Then it starts getting closer to us and were huddling together and backing up towards the couch to get away from this noise."

"Oh no."

"Yep. Our backs hit the couch, the scratching is right at the door frame, and then something jumps up from the couch, grabs us and just roars. We're screaming. I have never gotten that high in my life, but Scott and I are above the sound barrier. The Mrs McCall falls in the room crying with laughter, she's got her arms wrapped around her and my dads practically falling over the couch he's laughing so hard."

"That's so mean, but also so funny and I wish I could have been there."

"Okay, big shot, what's the scariest thing that's ever happened to you?"

"Okay, fine, the scariest thing for me was the car accident."

"Oh, Der."

"It's fine, Stiles. The second scariest thing, though, has to be when I was 17 and Laura snuck into my room at night, she stuck these waxing strips all over my body. Just in random places and when I woke up I just ripped one right off and it was the single most painful experience of my life. I just sat down on my bed for an hour and stared at my arms, because I was too scared to rip them off."

"Derek, are you telling me that the two scariest moments in your life are a life-threatening car accident and some wax?"

"You've never been waxed have you?"

"No."

"Then you can't say."

"Derek, you cannot be serious."

"I'll wax you."

"What?"

"Yeah. We'll do it, and then you can tell me if it's scary."

"Well, I mean I don't have as much hair as you."

"Scared already?"

"No! Why would I be?"

"Oh, you know, it's just the hair being ripped from your body. We can wax the little you have on your chest, we'll do your legs, armpits, stomach. Then you can rip it off yourself, or I'll do it."

"You know what, no, not happening because you look far too happy at the thought of this."

"I'll be nice."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you at all." Derek was prevented from answering as his phone buzzed against the bedside table.

"Saved by the bell." The buzzing stopped and immediately started again so Stiles reached back to grab it and hand it over.

"Hello?"

"Derek?"

"Hey, mom."

"Sweetheart, don't forget you need to bring the stuff for your sister."

"Yeah, mom I know."

"Remember she wants all of the stuff."

"Mom, I'm well aware what she wants."

"Okay, I'm just reminding you. Are you with Stiles?"

"Yes."

"Tell him I said hello."

"He can hear you, mom."

"Oh, Stiles, please make sure Derek brings all of his things for his sister."

"He's nodding his head. I'm gonna go now, bye."

"Okay, honey, bye! Bye Stiles."

"Bye, Talia!" The phone call ended, and Derek dropped his phone off the side of his bed somewhere. "So, what stuff do you need to take?"

"Cora is doing something about high school for a college project. She wants all my old stuff. Just trophies and jerseys."

"Trophies for what?"

"Basketball."

"You played basketball?"

"I'm sure I told you."

"Nope."

"Well, I was. Won some trophies. Played for all four years."

"I see."

"What?"

"Just imagining it."

"Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

"Captain America."

"Okay, I'll go get the snacks, and you set it up on my laptop."

"You're the best." Grabbing Derek's laptop Stiles found Captain America and loaded it up while he waited for his boyfriend to bring back his snacks. His phone was face down when he picked it up, and he scrunched up his face as he realised he'd missed calls and messages from his friends.

From: My Queen
I haven't seen you all day. Where are you?

19.12 13:29 pm Scotty to S: Dude, where are you? Allison and I had a fight, and I need somewhere to stay, but I can't find you anywhere. I really don't want to stay at Jacksons. He's such a douche.

19.12 13:31 pm Scotty to S: Btw Jackson made Lydia cry. Such a douche.

From: Douche
I know Scott is gonna tell you I made Lydia cry but I didn't. He's such an ass. It was totally Danny.

From: Danny
I'm just gonna tell you now. I may have accidentally made Lydia cry. I'm not entirely sure why I'm explaining myself to you, but Scott came in and I'm pretty sure he thinks Jackson did it.

From: Dad
Are you staying here tomorrow? I can set the couch up.

To: My Queen
I'm with Derek, heard Danny made you cry. What happened?

From: My Queen
He spilt coffee on my final project. I had a momentary freakout, then I was fine. I've got everything on my laptop. I was just frustrated.

19.12 16:43 pm S to Scotty: I talked to Lydia and Danny and Jackson. Danny made her cry not Jackson, but he is still a douche.

To: Danny
Thanks for letting me know.

To: Douche
I've heard, know you didn't do it this time.

To: Dad
Erm, I honestly haven't even thought about it! I'll talk to Derek.

"Everything okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Friends and my dad wants to know if he should make up the couch for me."

"You're free to stay with me."

"You sure? I mean after the last time I stayed with you."

"Have you made any bets lately?"

"Well, I bet Scott I could eat a box of cereal faster than he could yesterday, but nothing else."

"And I haven't made any bets with anyone. Are you gonna reveal something if I tell you I love you?"

"Only that I love you back."

"Then I think we're gonna be okay."

"Then I'd love to."

"Wait, one more thing."

"Yes?"

"Are you gonna leave me for my cousin if she's dressed as Spiderman again?"

"Nah. You buy me food."

"Oh, thanks. Glad to know the real reason you keep me around."

"Come on, I've set it up, get behind me."

"If you insist."

"Just to watch the movie, Hale." They moved around till they were in a comfortable position with Stiles head pillowed on Dereks arm and the left hands resting over Stiles stomach.

They were about half way through the movie when Derek started fidgeting behind him and jossling his head as he moved his arm.

"What are you doing?"

"My arms numb."

"Want me to move?"

"No, it's fine." They settled down again and watched the movie for another ten minutes before Stiles started getting distracted by Derek moving his fingers against the pillow.

"What now?"

"Pins and needles."

"Oh my god. Why don't we swap positions and I'll go behind you."

"Okay, that might work." They shuffled around the bed until Stiles was behind and Derek could move his arm to try and stop the pins and needles. It took about two seconds for Stiles to realise that this position wasn't going to work for them.

"Erm, Derek?"

"Yah?"

"I can't see over you."

"What?"

"You're huge, and I can't see over your body."

"Maybe, we should just sit up."

"I don't remember watching a movie ever being this hard."

After watching the movie, they decided to make dinner together. Well, Derek made dinner while Stiles sat on a chair and watched him. He was clumsy enough as it is, he didn't need to make dinner naked, that was just messing with the universe.

"Spaghetti okay?"

"Great."

"I've, er, been wondering about something."

"Mm?"

"I've just been wondering about your bet."

"What about it?"

"Well, I know vaguely that winning had something to do with Danny and Jackson, but what did you actually win?"

"Their spare room."

"What?"

"Not what you were expecting?"

"Definitely, not."

"Well, I hate my roommate, and they have a great apartment. They wouldn't give me the room, so I made the bet that I'd be able to resist you."

"Wait, back-up, you said your bet was on your virginity."

"Yeah. They thought that because I was desperate to lose my virginity and you asked me out that there was no way in hell I'd be able to say no because you were super hot and I may have had a small crush on you."

"I can't believe you thought you could resist me."

"Hey! I did. I resisted you for ages, and it was easy. You were the one that was all desperate."

"Yeah, but you know that if those bets hadn't been made then, you would have slept with me."

"You're not serious, there's no way."

"Stiles, come on, I mean not to brag, but I know how to get someone in my bed. You would have been no exception."

"But, I didn't sleep with you on our first date."

"Because of the bet!"

"There's no way to know if that's true."

"I would say we could ask your friends, but they obviously think you would have."

"We are not continuing this conversation. Our first fight will not be over sex."

"This isn't our first fight."

"It's the first fight of us starting new."

"Okay, fine. No fighting then, but my point still stands."

"You have no standing! We would not have had sex on our first date."

"Try this for me."

"Don-" Stiles was cut off as the wooden spoon was pushed into his open mouth and he groaned as the sauce hit his tongue. "That is so good." There was still some sauce left on the spoon, so Stiles stole it and licked up the rest.

"Knew you'd like it. Just like I knew you'd like me." Derek smirked at him as he tried to swallow down the rest of the sauce as fast he could to reply. As soon as he'd managed it, Derek was swooping in and pressing a kiss to his lips.

"You tricked me with sauce."

"I would never." Derek gasped out causing Stiles to roll his eyes.

They sat down to eat their food on Dereks couch, bodys squished onto the small space and their feet curled up in the middle.

"I'm gonna have to disinfect everything."

"Why?"

"Well, my friends and family sit on these couches and those chairs and we've had our bare asses on them."

"That's a fair point."

"You know I was thinking."

"About?"

"You losing your bet."

"Why?"

"Well, I was just thinking that you know if you wanted to spend more time here, then that would be fine."

"I see."

"And you could bring some clothes over, I'm sure I could find you some wardrobe space."

"Derek, are you asking me to move in with you?"

"Not move in per say, but you know when you come back in September we'll have been together for a while, and I'm just saying that if you wanted to be somewhere that wasn't your apartment, then you could be here."

"Just when you're home?"

"No, I can get you a key made as soon as we come back from Christmas, and you can use it whenever you want."

"You're serious? You want me to have a key and wardrobe space?"

"Only if you want."

"What if it's too soon? It seems like it might be too soon?"

"It's totally up to you."

"I really do hate Matt."

"Is that a yes?"

"It's just a key, right?"

"Just a key. You can come over whenever you want and bring whatever you want here."

"And if I do start moving things in?" Stiles asked hesitantly.

"I'll just have to make room for it," Derek said with a smile. They didn't talk for a few minutes, the scraping of forks on their plates the only sounds in the room. Stiles looked at Derek as the man narrowly avoided dropping spaghetti on his bare chest and couldn't help but smile.

"I love you."

"I love you too."