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Stiles doesn’t quite make it to Friday before he sees Derek again.
“I’m sorry, but what now?” Stiles gawps at Deputy Jordan Parrish in what he suspects is a very unattractive and off-putting manner.
Which apparently doesn’t matter all that much anymore anyway, because…
“I was just wondering, would you mind if I tried to hook up with Derek?” Parrish repeats himself slowly, probably because it’s the fourth time Stiles has asked him to do so.
Stiles looks over Parrish’s shoulder to where he can see Eli absolutely bent double with laughter in a booth, a little further into the diner. Little shit.
Derek, thankfully, is nowhere to be seen, so Stiles suspects he’s in the bathroom.
He didn’t know Eli and Derek would be having breakfast here before school (he totally did, his dad tipped him off), and his excitement at spotting Eli’s mop of dark hair and Derek’s leather jacket slung over a diner booth was short lived, due to being intercepted by Parrish right as he’d walked in.
“Hold your flaming hollyhocks, I thought you were into me!” Stiles exclaims and Parrish wrinkles his nose.
Rude much.
“Erm, no. No offence, but you’re not really my type,” Parrish shrugs, face going beet red.
“But Derek is?!” Stiles is getting a headache. He pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Well. Yeah. Derek is everyone’s type,” Parrish offers reasonably and Stiles has to nod, defeated.
“Why now? You’ve had plenty of opportunity before,” Stiles feels like he’s getting hysterical.
“Malia and I are taking a bit of a prolonged break from each other,” Parrish tells him. “I’m only asking you first because I suspected you and Derek were hooking up after the cinema fiasco, figured he’s into guys now maybe. So, if that’s a no, you and him aren’t a thing and the coast is clear, I’ll ask him…”
“NO! Back off buster, as Brandy and Monica said, the boy is mine,” Stiles puts his hands on his hips.
“Excuse me?” Parrish frowns.
“You had your chance. Derek’s off the market,” Stiles says firmly. “You and me. Outside, now. In the parking lot.”
Parrish follows him out, looking totally baffled.
Stiles even holds the door open for him. He likes Parrish but this, this is crossing a line.
“We’re going settle this the old fashioned way,” Stiles holds up his fists, trying not to glance at the diner window, where a small crowd, including Eli and his dad have gathered to watch.
The Sheriff gives Stiles an encouraging thumbs up.
To be fair, this is at least half the Sheriff’s fault for convincing Stiles that Parrish liked him, not Derek.
“You’re joking,” Parrish laughs when he realises what Stiles is getting at. He stops abruptly when he sees the serious look on Stiles’ face. “You’re not joking? You’re insane, Stiles. I’m not fighting you for Derek.”
The bell to the diner door pings and Derek walks out, looking a perfect blend of amused and exasperated. And just generally perfect. The neatly groomed beard. The eyebrows. The grumpy cat pout that ticks up ever so slightly into a small smile when he meets Stiles’ eyes.
Stiles melts.
“Hey, Derek. What’s up?” Parrish smiles dopily at Derek too, and oh, holy shit, it’s so obvious now.
Stiles kicks Parrish enthusiastically in the shin.
“Ow! Shit, what did you do that for?” Parrish complains, stepping out of kicking distance.
“You know why!” Stiles says unapologetically.
“What are you doing?” Derek frowns at them.
“Nothing,” Stiles lies.
“Stiles is trying to kick my ass because I was going to ask you out,” Parrish sighs.
“Oh. I’m not available. Sorry,” Derek shrugs, plain as you like, but his cheeks go a little pink. Adorable.
“I can see that,” Parrish darts in and he flicks Stiles hard on the forehead, making him flail.
Derek growls at Parrish but he just chuckles easily.
“Later both,” Parrish goes to head inside the diner. “Derek, hey, you know if you and Stiles don’t work out…”
“I think we’re good,” Derek offers, holding Stiles back with an arm around his waist when he lunges after Parrish.
“Sure, sure,” Parrish chuckles.
“Don’t let the door hit you in the butt, stay and fight me you chicken!” Stiles calls. “Hellhound, more like Ho-hound!”
“I’m rubber, you’re glue Stilinski,” Parrish throws back, sounding completely unfazed. “See you at the Station BBQ Sunday? Bring D&D for after?”
“Well, yeah, obviously,” Stiles grumbles. “Dork.”
Derek looks between them like they’re insane. Which may be a bit true.
“Well, that was awkward,” Stiles dusts himself down when Parrish is safely inside and addresses the window full of onlookers. “Nothing to see here, back to your pancake stacks! Not you Father O mine, so help me god you better have ordered the spinach omelette or I’ll come in there and…”
“Stiles,” Derek interrupts him and he’s got a soft, fond smile on his face.
“Yes, my lover?” Stiles asks.
“I’m not your lover. Yet,” Derek chuckles, stepping in closer, making Stiles flush. “Still hoping we can change that tomorrow?”
“Oh yeah, we can for sure. Dating you is going to be exhausting isn’t it, I’m going to have to fight everyone in this damned town until they get the message,” Stiles complains.
Derek grabs him by the hips and tugs him flush to his body. He kisses him, sure of his welcome and turns it a little dirty at the end with a roll of his hips.
Derek pulls back after a heartbeat too long and Stiles stumbles a little.
He can see everyone still watching from the window, apart from Eli who is pretending to puke.
“There. Think that will do it?” Derek asks, pupils blown.
“Better make sure,” Stiles yanks him in by his collar, throws one arm around his neck and kisses him like it’s the only time he’s going to get to do it.
He makes it as filthy as he knows how, mouth open, deep and he groans into it.
Derek actually whines when he pulls back. Stiles grins beautifully.
“No. That will do it. He’s all mine folks! Away with you,” Stiles yells. “I’m the only one who is allowed to see Derek’s butt.”
“What! Why are you allowed to see Derek’s butt?!” Scott says from where he’s appeared from absolutely nowhere in the parking lot.
Scott. Fuck.
He hasn’t told Scott.
Derek faceplants against Stiles’ chest, apparently done.
Stiles pats him on the head apologetically.
“Scotty. It’s really not what it looks like,” Stiles tries.
“It’s exactly what it looks like!” Eli hollers helpfully from the diner.
“Scott. Are you ok dude? Are you… Are you crying?!” Stiles asks.
“Are you two together?” Scott asks wetly.
“Umm… I think so,” Stiles offers.
“We are,” Derek’s voice is muffled, and he nods his head.
Scott crashes into them and nearly crushes Stiles with the force of his hug.
“Dudes! I love you both,” Scott tells them. “If you hurt each other, I’ll kick both your asses.”
“You know that makes no sense right?” Stiles laughs.
“How are you going to do long distance?” Scott queries.
Stiles would so rather not have this conversation in a three way hug in a parking lot, but hey ho, this is his life.
“Oh. I’m er… I’m moving back,” Stiles answers. “Might be a little while to sort everything out, but yeah, I’m pretty decided. I was already more than considering it and this time, being home just feels… right? Yeah. Just feels right.”
Derek pulls back and looks at him, eyebrows drawn down so far they’re practically touching his nose.
Scott links an arm supportively into Derek’s. His best friend is such a clingy Weirdo Wolf.
“You’re coming back here? For good?” Derek growls and fuck, Stiles can’t tell if he’s happy or not.
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” Stiles scratches his head nervously. “Is that… something that works for you?”
“Is that something that… Stiles. Fuck, yes, that works for me. Look, it will take me ten minutes to drop Eli to school, do you think we can…” Derek’s eyes are ringed red, teeth a little too long, and Scott abruptly lets his arm go with a meep of alarm.
“Grandpa’s dropping me to school today!” Eli yells from the door. “You’ll only talk about how amazing Stiles is the whole time anyway Dad, I can’t take much more of it!”
Derek’s grin turns worryingly calculating and Scott abruptly backs up. It’s for the best because Derek promptly slings Stiles over his shoulder and walks him to his waiting car.
Stiles makes sure he flips off Parrish as he goes, and even if he’s upside down, he feels like he’s won.