I wasn't that far off, and I can still lift you over my head without breaking a sweat.

[He still doesn't believe Stiles. He was about as harmless as can be when he's not being possessed by an evil spirit. But, since they've just thrown subtlety and innuendo out the window, Derek decides to be a bit bold.]

Is that an offer?

[Derek is still sitting comfortably on the bed when Stiles turns to look at him, or at least as comfortably as one can when his jeans were constricting his balls. He can't help chancing a glance to the front of Stiles' pants either now that's he's facing him again, just to see if there was any chance at all that the teen was hiding something big down there.]

Maybe. [And that's all that Stiles will get for the moment, since he's not interested in putting himself out there and getting rejected either. Or more accurately, dealing with smug Stiles taunting him about this.]

Is the game ready yet?

[It wasn't being cowardly if Derek was still trying to think with his upstairs brain instead of his thick, pent up, downstairs one. For all that Stiles is horny pretty much all of the time, Derek knows that he's just a hormonal kid, and that makes it harder to get a read on him. He's not going to risk their dynamic or their friendship over some itch he would really be more than okay with Stiles scratching for him.

He huffs a little, picking up the controller and making it a point to look at the TV instead of at Stiles, even as he's making room for him on the bed.]

What is that supposed to mean?

That's not an answer.

[Derek grumbles, trying his best not to show the effect Stiles was having on him, even as the boy moves to sit next to him and is touching him, and fuck if that contact isn't electric and makes Derek want to lean into him more.

Nope. Derek had at least one thing going for him, and that was self-control. He wasn't going to be baited into making a fool of himself that easily.]

[Derek growls just a little bit, which is more of a giveaway than he wanted, but that's all Stiles was going to get, even if he was quickly eroding Derek's will.

He wasn't going to give into this frustrating desire to jump Stiles' bones. And for the moment at least, Stiles was playing a very dangerous game, where if Derek can resist that urge, he might just hit Stiles.]

Do you have any idea how annoying you are? [He says with absolutely no conviction behind it. And he busies himself with the character select screen, on which he only knows maybe three characters.] Just play the game, Stiles.

[Derek nudges him back with his elbow. It wasn't hard though. He might have been irritated, frustrated, and close to blue balls, but that wasn't all Stiles' fault... Just mostly.]

Give me a second. I don't even know the controls yet.

[And once he figures those out, he settles on picking Bowser. Now he just has to wait for Stiles to pick a stage... while Derek leans against him just a little bit.]

[Derek doesn't say anything about that comment, not trusting himself right now not to just give Stiles his ass if the kid rubs against him any more. This wasn't the first time he's felt this drawn to Stiles, it would be a lie to deny the spark of something when he pinned Stiles up against a wall or when they watched out for each other... But he doesn't trust himself to not be affected by the other's hormones and the fact that he smells like sex and arousal pretty much all the time that it could easily just be getting to him. It was never as charged as it was right now, but it was always there. Stiles was... damn, he was arousing...

Which was only one very small contributing factor to the list of reasons Derek comes in pretty much last place when they finally get to playing the game. He picked up the controls pretty quickly, and even managed to make it into first place for about thirty seconds, but without knowing all the tricks and maneuvers of the game, his reflexes could only take him so far, and he ends up tossing the controller on the bed and falling backwards.]

How is that fair? I was ahead of you, and then that blue shell hit me. Then two more red ones, a banana peel, and I'm in last place for the rest of the race! Are you sure you're not cheating?

Right, and your talents include getting cheap items in a video game, while mine involve keeping your ass safe.

[Because it was totally a contest, and surprising nobody, Derek was kind of competitive. He didn't want to lose to Stiles in every race, especially since Stiles' ego was big enough, and it made Derek his bitch apparently.]

You won, though. [He says as he reaches for the controller and moves to sit up again.] That means you can ask me a question, if you still want to.

[Derek should have known it was coming, and- well, he agreed to answer whatever Stiles wanted him to. In the name of bonding or being a social creature, or whatever Stiles called it.]

They were just two people I met after the fire, after Laura and I left and I was finishing school. [He shrugs a little, focusing on the game but not really doing any better than the first time, even if he's starting to get the hang of it.] It took a long time to get over everything, and when I thought I finally did, I just wanted to feel normal again. Nothing really exciting happened. I went on a few dates and eventually slept with them.

They weren't hunters or darachs or whatever, just nice, and we broke on amicable terms.

[Stiles either had really good instincts or just played this game way too much, because he put two of the three banana peels in spots where Derek of course slid on them.]

One was. The other was a guy from one of my history classes.

[He says that as casually as anything else. It wasn't a big deal to him really, it's just that Stiles and the others never bothered to ask.]

Bi. What about it?

[And of course the shell hits him as he makes the turn, just because.]

Oh come on! How do you keep doing that!

It doesn't sound like nothing, Stiles.

[Stiles should know better. He's messing with a werewolf right now, so he should know that Derek would pick up on the slightest change in his breathing or his heartbeat. And being this close, Derek can't even try to ignore it, and how it gets his own heart racing all over again.

It's more than enough of a distraction that Derek loses to Stiles once again by a wide margin.]

I can hear your heart racing, and your breathing his shallow.

[Derek sets down the controller, and, deciding to go for broke, he moves to straddle Stiles' hips, sitting firmly in his lap.]

You've been making jokes and innuendos all day. You came over here smelling like sex... And you're too smart to have missed all of that.