The table was quite for a while. Derek continued to look at Stiles and he made sure to keep eye contact. Those eyes drove Stiles wild. Derek was looking at him like he was the only person in the world. Stiles took a sip of his coffee and stared right into Derek's eyes. He didn't know how to feel. Should he be happy that Derek remembered something he said almost a month ago or should he be scared that Derek remembered? Does this mean that Derek has feelings for him? Does he take a dive and go for the straight frat guy that also happens to play amazing piano as well as told him all these intimate details of his life? Shaking his head Stiles opened his mouth to speak and quickly shut his brain up. "Did I say that?" A good question to ask. At the very least it would stall pretty well.

"You know you said it." Derek said with a small smirk on his face as he said the words. He was onto Stiles and this meant all of Stiles' usual tricks weren't going to work. Stiles shifted in his seat and looked across the table to see Derek was still looking at him with the same expression. His eyes big and his hands worked moving food or the coffee to his mouth leaving his head perfectly trained on Stiles. The eye contact was maddening. Stiles could not get a break. Derek nudged Stiles' hand with his fingers and Stiles almost giggled. "Are you just gonna sit there and giggle?" Derek's voice was soft and it made Stiles feel very comfortable.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Stiles replied coyly. He turned his head just in time as Derek leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

"I know."

"What?"

"Just saying." Stiles laughed at the situation as he tried to keep his feelings in check. They finished their food and Stiles was surprised when Derek paid for the whole meal.

"What did you do that for?" Stiles asked. He was more than willing to pay for his portion.

"Don't worry about it."

"Thanks. I guess. So where do you want me to take you? Home?" Stiles asked as they walked back to the car.

"No let's go to your place." Stiles was shocked at hearing Derek say that.

"Are you sure? I can just take you home."

"Yeah I'm sure. Let's go back to your place." Derek stood against the car waiting for Stiles to unlock the doors. A stupid grin spread across his face and all Stiles could do was hack his head and laugh. Stiles unlocked the car and Derek immediately climbed into the car. He sat there waiting for Stiles to start the car. After a minute or two, Stiles got in and started the car driving them back to his place. Scott was gone for the night and Stiles knew that he had the place to himself. On some level, Derek must have known too as he got out of the car and snaked his arm around Stiles' waist. Derek leaned in for a kiss and Stiles knew right then and there they were not going to get any sleep tonight.

When they reached the door, Derek's lips never left Stiles'. They kissed deeply and intensely as Stiles opened the door and they fell inside the apartment. Stiles stumbled to find the light and turned it on after temporarily separating himself from Derek for a bit. AS soon as the light came on, Derek looked at Stiles and smiled. "You're beautiful. You know that right?" Derek's hand made its way to Stiles' face as Stiles chuckled nervously.

"Thanks Derek." He didn't know what to say.

"Where's your restroom?"

"Through there." Stiles pointed down the hall and Derek nodded before walking off in that direction. The second he was out of sight, Stiles began to make their bed. He grabbed some blankets and laid them out on the ground making layers for them to lay on. He grabbed his pillows and soon enough there was a nice sleeping space made for the two of them that was much big enough for both of them to move around freely. "Hey." Stiles said when to the handsome man standing in the doorway in nothing but his boxers. Derek smiled at Stiles and walked over to him never once taking his eyes off of Stiles.

"Your lips taste like strawberries. I love strawberries." Derek said as he and Stiles resumed their passionate make out session. Before either of them knew it, they were making out on top of the nearby table and Stiles was almost naked. He moaned as Derek kissed his neck and groped his sides. They moaned and writhed in sync with each other. "Stiles. I want you." Derek managed to say as he broke from their kiss and held Stiles' face in his hands. In that moment Stiles knew it was more than he bargained for but he gave in anyway. He rolled off Derek and walked over to the fishbowl of condoms he had. "You have a whole fishbowl of them?" Derek asked with a chuckle.

"It's not what you think. I thought it would be funny to keep them there is all." Stiles said as he walked back to Derek with the condom between his teeth. Derek eagerly took the condom and tore it from its package. Stiles took it from him and slid it on to Derek's hard cock with his mouth. Derek couldn't take it anymore as he lowered Stiles onto him. They both moaned loudly and Stiles took this opportunity to lean down for a kiss after which he returned to his upright position. "God your dick feels so good!" Stiles moaned as he began to slowly ride Derek. A few minutes into it with Derek insisting they speed up, Stiles gave in and he began to bounce faster. They were so lost in their own moaning that they didn't hear the table beneath them crack. Within seconds the table had collapsed and Derek let out a chuckle. "I told you I get intense." Stiles said with a smirk.

They continued as if nothing happened and soon Derek let his frat flag fly. He began to moan and beg Stiles loudly. "God your ass is so tight! FUCK!" Derek couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Stiles and flipped him onto his back and Stiles gladly lifted up his legs onto Derek's muscular shoulders. Derek kept his fairly fast pace as well as leaning in to kiss Stiles. Rarely did their lips separate and they stayed like this for another few minutes until Stiles insisted they change positions. "You like it when I bend you over? Huh? YEAH!" Derek repeated over and over again as he pounded into a Stiles on all fours. Their moans became louder and Derek became more into it. He grabbed Stiles' hair and pulled it while thrusting into him.

It contained like this for a while. At one point Derek was holding Stiles mid-air as he thrusted into him. Stiles had to wrap his legs around Derek's hips to allow for it to happen. Minutes later, Stiles pushed Derek onto the ground and climbing on him. He made sure to ride Derek while facing him. The look of sheer bliss on Derek's face was what Stiles loved the most. It was after some intense riding and lip biting that Stiles let loud moans escape his lips and drive Derek mad. Derek couldn't handle it anymore and came inside of Stiles' tight ass. "Derek!" Stiles moaned as he felt Derek pulse inside of him. Derek rolled over and pulled Stiles into his arms. "I'm not done with you yet frat boy!" Stiles whispered as he took out another condom and slipped it onto his hard cock. He lifted up Derek's legs and entered slowly. Derek moaned and Stiles could tell he was having trouble with everything. He slowed down even more and tried to relax Derek by talking to him. "God your ass is so fucking tight!"

"Fuck me Stiles!" Derek practically screamed. Stiles took this as a que to stop being gentle. He moved faster and deeper making sure to use his hand to jerk of Derek as he thrusted into him.

"Yeah? You like that?" Stiles grunted as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and brow. Derek kept his eyes closed and Stiles could see he was enjoying this way more than he thought he would.

"Yeah baby! Harder! AHH!" Derek finally said. Stiles smiled as he thrusted with all his might. After a few more thrusts and feeling how close he was to coming, he leaned in to kiss Derek and lift his head.

"Bend over that counter." Stiles said in a calm voice and Derek almost tripped over his own two feet obeying. He moaned loudly as Stiles entered him again and grunted as Stiles slapped his ass in between thrusts. "Yeah! That's it! Fucking take it you fucking frat boy!" Derek couldn't focus on anything other than how good it felt and it wasn't until Stiles slowed down that he turned his attention back to Stiles. "I said, do your frat bros fuck you like this?" Derek shook his head as Stiles leaned in to kiss him. They continued pounding and all anyone could hear was the grunts and moans coming from them. After 20 more minutes, Derek felt Stiles pulse inside him and knew he had came. What Derek didn't notice was that he also came at the same time thanks to Stiles jerking him off as he fucked him.

The boys cleaned up a bit and entangled themselves in each other's arms. Derek insisted on holding Stiles and they laid there for a bit. "I'm glad we had sex." Derek said as he drifted off to sleep. Stiles kissed his hand and he backed himself into Derek more. When he drifted off to sleep, the last thought that crossed his mind was how utterly perfect this was.

When Stiles woke up the next morning, he felt amazing! He got exactly what he wanted and now they can go their separate ways. Although it would be a lie if he didn't admit he kinda wished they didn't. He rolled over and looked at the sleeping Derek. He looked so peaceful that Stiles couldn't resist it and leaned in to kiss him. Derek opened his eyes and looked at Stiles with a smile on his face. "Good morning." Stiles said as he leaned back in to Derek.

"What time is it?" Derek asked.

"Why do you have to be somewhere?"

"No but you do. Didn't you tell me you have work at 8?"

"Oh! Crap! It's 7! I have to go get ready." Stiles got up from the ground and went into the bathroom. Derek laid there and looked at his phone. He scrolled through his contacts and deleted one of them before getting up to put on his clothes. When he finished, Stiles emerged into the living room fully dressed. "I'll walk you to your car." Stiles grabbed his wallet, phone and keys and walked out behind Derek. When they reached his car, Derek grabbed Stiles and kissed him.

"Thanks for last night."

"No problem. Drive safe Derek." Stiles said before turning on his heels and walking to work. Since he was only a ten minute walk from his job, he could afford to take his time. When he reached the end of the street, he turned around to look at his apartment. Derek's car was still there. Stiles smiled to himself at the thought that Derek could be sitting there thinking about them crossed his mind. Stiles took one last look before turning back around and walking the rest of the way to work.

After his shift ended, Stiles went back to the apartment and grabbed his packed bags. He walked to the airport singing along to some of his favorite songs. He managed to not think about Derek at all until he was sitting in the plane waiting for takeoff. Stiles closed his eyes for the remainder of the flight and didn't open them again until he was at his destination. He had flown to see an old friend. His best friend before Scott. The next two weeks went by quickly. Stiles hardly thought about Derek and he even got a haircut before coming back. True to his original thoughts, Derek didn't contact him again and Stiles was beginning to deal with it. As a matter of fact, Stiles had almost forgotten about Derek until about two weeks later when Derek sent Stiles a text out of the blue.

They met up at the same bar and talked the whole night. Derek told Stiles about his adventures and Stiles listened with passing interest. When the bar closed that night, Derek asked to come back to Stiles' place with him. Feeling it was best for him to not allow anything to happen, Stiles turned him down. They spoke again via text for the next few days. Derek admitted to Stiles that he had a thing for his best friend. He said she was like him but female and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Stiles tried to get Derek to man up and tell her the truth but Derek would give excuses. Eventually Derek told Stiles he felt like they were made for each other; they had the same majors, the same love of music and the same goals in life. Stiles assumed he was talking about him and his female friend but after more texting, it became clear that Stiles could be wrong. Stiles was the one doing the same major as Derek, the one in love with music and the one with similar goals. She was a communications major, hated piano and wanted to marry rich.

Too many emotions raced through Stiles' head. Was Derek actually into him? Did Derek only pretend to be struggling with his feelings for some girl to get Stiles to talk to him? He couldn't deal with this. He made up his mind to end things where they are. Do not fall for the straight guy Stiles told himself. Derek had other plans, however, when he called Stiles a few nights later. "Hey." Stiles answered surprised that Derek actually called him.

"I need to see you. I want to see you." Derek slurred through the phone. Stiles agreed to see Derek and waited outside after giving Derek directions again. When Derek pulled up Stiles could see that he was a mess. "Stiles." The way he said his name made Stiles almost melt.

"Derek are you okay? Do you wanna come in for a bit?" Derek nodded and Stiles walked him into the apartment. When they were indoors, Derek grabbed Stiles and kissed him passionately. Stiles pulled away after a bit. "Umm my roommate is here." Stiles looked around nervously as he saw Derek had no intention of leaving.

"That's okay. We can just cuddle." Derek started to undress and Stiles laid some blankets on the floor for Derek. He was pulled down onto the blankets as soon as he was done and Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles. "I won't let go." It's true. He didn't let go the entire night. Stiles fell asleep while in Derek's arms and throughout the night, they would take turns giving each other kisses until they fell back asleep. Scott woke up to see them entwined in each other the next morning and tried to make things as awkward as possible for Stiles. He was quickly shut down and left for the day. Derek told Stiles he wanted to see him one last time before he went back to school and kissed Stiles goodbye after.

Stiles spent the next few days confused. Why had he agreed to see Derek again? Everything was perfect. They had sex, Derek stopped talking to him, he was moving on. After that night though, Stiles wasn't so sure where things stood. It made him even madder that Derek had asked to see Stiles exactly one month after they had sex which was exactly one month after they met. That sneaky bastard! Stiles was sure that Derek didn't have feelings for him. He was a straight frat guy and Stiles was an openly gay guy. They don't go together. Those last four words were repeated for weeks once school started and Stiles didn't hear from Derek.

It's now almost eight months later and Stiles had moved on. He never heard from Derek and he rarely thought about him. The fates however were not done with him as Stiles would periodically get news from Derek's school. Some of the students wanted to get together and do a cross school project to promote LGBT partnerships. Stiles hoped he wouldn't run into Derek and for the most part he was lucky. Things went smoothly and Stiles forgot about Derek in the process.

Then one spring evening while Stiles was at the local bar with his friends, he got a text from his new roommates. They told him there was someone at the apartment that wanted to see him. Stiles walked back to his place and along the way, he wondered who it was. Honestly it could be anyone as Stiles knew a lot of people and he was doing a lot of important things. When he reached the front of his apartment door he saw his roommates on their way out. "Where are you guys going?" he asked.

"To give you some privacy." they said almost in unison. Stiles raised an eyebrow as they walked away and went to open the apartment door. As he turned the door he wondered what was going on. The door opened and Stiles was almost in shock at who was there.

"Stiles. I missed you." Those words right then brought back so many emotions that Stiles had to take a minute before responding.

"Derek!" Stiles stood there dumbstruck. "What do you want?" He honestly was over Derek and now everything was about to get more complicated. He just knew it.

"I think I'm ready." Derek said as he stood up from his seat. A serious look on his face.

"What?" Stiles shook his head in disbelief. This can't be happening. No. Stiles was imagining it. Right?

"I would like to be your boyfriend."