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[ the thing about stiles stilinski's circle of friends is that every single one of them is hellaciously talented (well, except stiles) and hellaciously convincing. (stiles is good at that one.) in this case, said convincing is because of one allison argent, scott's ex and isaac's girlfriend, who's hosting a video project. supposedly, and she needs volunteers.

so here stiles sits, in a nice warehouse with a gray backdrop up behind him. he's dressed in a flannel and a graphic t-shirt, he was attacked by a makeup girl with a powder puff, his pants have a hole in them, and allison tells him he's going to be kissing a stranger.

what.

she just gives him that sweet, dimpled smile (damn dimples--stiles thinks people with dimples are secretly evil) and clears her throat, then steps out from behind the camera. just pretend i'm not here! as she stands beside isaac, who looks unabashedly amused beside her. great, awesome. but stiles doesn't have much time to get irritated at isaac making fun of him because apparently, the stranger he's going to be kissing walks into the room. stiles has to stop and do a double take, because he should apparently be thanking allison. he's about stiles' height, maybe a little taller, but the similarities end there--the dude has thick stubble and cheekbones you could cut glass with, and is so absurdly in shape stiles thinks he could almost spot an eight pack through his soft looking henley. aside from that, the dude's got these eyes as he gets closer, and stiles vaguely feels his brain dribble out of his ears as allison introduces him as derek.

and, because he's stiles, he cracks-- ] So do we start kissing now, or...

[ it's a little awkward and he just kind of steps closer, waving awkwardly. ] Stiles. [ ...wait. ] That's my name.

[ When you become the legal guardian of someone for a couple years but continue to keep in contact with them once they're legally an adult, you kind of get the ability to know when they really want something and you have no choice but to give it to them. Isaac had stared at him for a solid twenty minutes when he told him that his girlfriend had a project she was working on, and needed volunteers for. Cora had resolutely joined him, and he'd glowered at both of them before he was finally forced to cave in.

Being told that it involves kissing a stranger almost sends him right back out of the warehouse when he gets there, but they manage to rope him into staying. If this is Isaac's idea of getting him on the dating scene again, he's not exactly thrilled.

So he spends most of his time waiting rubbing his thumbs over the cuffs of his butter-soft jacket, frowning and ignoring Cora's attempts to rib him as she texts him. She volunteered, but she's running late and apparently is allowed to where he isn't. Of course, then he gets called in before he has the chance to consider retreating and pretending he was late.

After getting attacked by a powder puff and eyed up, he gets directed to where Isaac's girlfriend has everything set up. He's met her once or twice, but upon finding out who her family is he'd... sort of made a point to keep their meetings scarce. He's doing this more because Isaac asked, not because it'll help her-- not that he thinks she's to blame for what her relative did, but because he'd just much rather not risk running into said relative.

Those thoughts leave his mind as he's introduced to the apparent stranger, and he goes still. Whatever Allison is saying, he doesn't quite hear it as he regards him. He's maybe two inches shorter than Derek and made of limbs, pale-skinned but covered in moles and freckles at every exposed stretch of skin that he can see, his eyes are a bright, amber brown and are enormous--

And then he looks down further, past the pixie nose and at his full mouth. Said mouth lets slip a sudden crack, and he cocks his head a little before he looks back up at his eyes. ] Stiles.

[ god, he's even more attractive up close. stiles glances back at allison and she smiles, making a shooing hand at him--go on, go for it when you're ready. he meets derek's gaze when he looks at him, and swallows the butterflies banging around in his chest, because stiles has had a few kisses in his lifetimes, some good kisses, but never anything quite like this. in fact, he really has no reason to be nervous at all, and yet, here he is. ] I know, weird, but, trust me when I tell you it's better than the real thing.

[ his smile goes a little lopsided and he adds-- ] At least I don't have a common name like Derek, right. [ but he's obviously joking, and stiles jitters forward, eyeballs the soft leather jacket the guy's wearing, then fists his hands in the front of it, feeling his cheeks starting to turn a little red. ]

....Sooo. Derek.

[ Up close, Derek can count maybe twenty, twenty-five spots across his entire face. It's strangely fascinating, and he wants to trace them all out with his fingertips, count them to see just how many there are there. He has a few dipping down on his neck and he thinks he spots one on his hand as he jitters around, but he's just trying to take in all of him as he comes closer. ] Sure, Stiles. If you say so.

[ He knows what a stile is, and has to wonder what would elicit this nickname. Something bad, maybe. But he just snorts and ducks his head a little, even as suddenly he has fingers curled in the front of his jacket and someone in his immediate space. He doesn't bristle, though, so he figures that's a good sign. This is good so far. ] Could've been paired up with a Bob.

[ Tone dry, he brings his hands up with a brief second of hesitation, fingertips brushing across the plaid of Stiles' elbows. His touch lingers, before sliding forward and down, setting at his waist as he brings his eyes back up to look at him from under his brow. ]

[ that touch practically sends sparks from where his fingers brushed and stiles leans forward just a little. it's like something out of a movie, sappy feelings included--his heart even skips a beat because okay, not only is he ridiculously hot, but he's funny, too, and he can't help the way that his smile brightens a little, up to his eyes. returning that look is like something electric, and stiles could swear he feels the chemistry in the air.

and, well, he figures, it's gotta happen sooner or label, and stiles has never been super patient.

so, he leans over and kisses him, tilting his head just enough, so that his chin brushes against stubble and his fingers tighten a little in his jacket. ]

[ Someone smiling at him hasn't caused this kind of reaction in a long while now-- something knots in his chest and warmth spreads from it, sudden and surprised, until it's even settling in the pit of his stomach. It's stupid, and high school, but it still happens and there's nothing he can do to stop it. Not when there's that undeniable spark there, and all he can think for a second?

"Oh no."

As Stiles leans in for the kiss, Derek tips forward to meet him, slipping one hand around from his waist to settle in the dip of his spine. The other he brings up, calloused fingertips gentle against the line of his jaw. ]

[ there is one hundred percent a little spark, like fireworks going off in the back of his head, and stiles starts mentally cursing allison, because he is seeing the start of a very, very bad crush on a random stranger that is sure to star in stiles' dreams for the next six months.

and of course, hot guy with perfect cheek bones--derek, his mind reminds him helpfully--is a good kisser too. for all of the roughness of his stubble his mouth is soft and warm and stiles' hands squeeze in the front of his shirt as he holds the kiss for a few seconds, eyes fluttering shut.

and...yeah. he really doesn't want to end this. even when the kiss technically ends, stiles presses forward for another. and then another. and then another, and his mouth opens just a little against his, because you might as well go for the gold, right? ]

[ Derek is vaguely aware of the sound that Isaac makes, low and offended, and he figures he's probably covered his eyes or is making a shitty face at the two of them. But he can't really bring himself to care, because Stiles' mouth is just as soft as it looks and the kiss is slow and easy, not something he ever expected to happen with a stranger. It's like they've done this before, and it's more than a little addicting.

However, it's over too quickly, and he's silently disgruntled about it before Stiles is moving in to kiss him again. Then a low, contented sound leaves him, rumbling at the back of his throat as he slides his hand up to actually cup his face.

The moment he feels Stiles' lips part a bit more, his hand at the small of his back slides around so he can hook his arm around him and draw him a little closer. There's a tentative moment where he opens his mouth against his, but then he decides that it's permission enough-- and teases his tongue forward, into Stiles' mouth. ]

[ oh. oh oh okay. yes that is a great idea. stiles sighs into his mouth almost immediately and he responds, matching his tongue and this clearly not just a regular kiss anymore. in fact, his handsy nature betrays him quickly, and stiles gets his forearms onto derek's shoulders, crossing his wrists behind his back for a second. then, he gets tugged a little closer and that's permission enough--long fingers shoot into his hair until they're pretty much pressed together.

yeah that. that is perfect.

stiles isn't one to stand down, and he kisses him back with just as much gusto, until it's messy and wet and kind of perfect, and he, also, ignores any sound coming from the other half of the room. in fact, as far as he's concerned, they don't exist right now. it's just him and his stranger that he is getting very, very intimately acquainted with. ]

[ This is a whole different experience from what he'd expected when he found out what he'd been set up for, but honestly Derek can't even care. It goes from a simple kiss into something more, and he has no complaints whatsoever right now. (Except maybe that his subconscious is reminding him that they're being recorded. And have an audience.) The moment that Stiles gets his hands in his hair, he reacts immediately with two things: one, he tips further into the deepened kiss. Two, a faint growl enters the kiss, all approval.

He agrees. This is, actually, perfect.

But it can only last so long, because for as much as he's enjoying it and the way that they just fit together, it has to come to an end eventually. He's about to slide his hand down lower, his thumb following the soft curve of his cheek, when he hears a familiar throat clearing from the side: ] You guys need to get a room.

[ Derek, mature adult that he is, defiantly catches Stiles' bottom lip between his teeth before he pulls back. ]

[ did he just growl? holy shit, stiles is so, so into that. he didn't know he was into that until just now, but he is so into it. he's practically fighting him back, just as claiming, kissing him like there's a kind of perfect chemistry to it, and he's about to maybe give the hand in his hair a little tug when they're rudely, if you ask stiles, interrupted.

derek, however, pulls away with teeth and stiles' brain short circuits. he looks completely ridiculous when derek pulls back, mouth red and kissed and eyes half lidded, and he stares at derek for another second when allison elbows isaac, because now that's gonna end up in her shot, and she's gonna make him edit it out.

stiles shuts his mouth, eventually, and he lifts a hand to flip isaac off without even missing a beat, then mutters ] ...dude.

[ because dude. that just about covers it. ]

[ If they could have kept kissing without interruption, Derek is pretty sure they would give it a good run. Air, who needs air? He's found something he'd be thrilled to subsist on instead of air, to be perfectly honest, but he doesn't really get the chance to considering Isaac has apparently realized that strongarming him into helping this project means he has to watch him kiss someone. Maybe he just didn't expect the chemistry to ignite the way it did, but that's unfortunate for him.

Fortunate for Derek, though.

His eyes scan over Stiles' face in the small space between them, dropping down to his kiss-bruised mouth and-- yes, absolutely yes. He loves the look of it, and the dazed stare, and if he brings his thumb around to trace along the line of his bottom lip? Well, Isaac and Allison are distracted for a moment, at least until Stiles is flipping Isaac off. ]

Dude? [ He chuffs a laugh, a little charmed and just as kiss-bruised. ]

[ you cannot just touch his mouth like that, holy jesus. stiles' eyes flutter and he makes an "mmm" noise when he lets go, more cut off words than happier noises, like he had something to say and it just dribbled out of his ear. (he did.)

he slowly unwinds his hands from derek's hair, drops his arms, but stares at him for a second more. allison is scolding isaac, and that's really the only distraction stiles needs--he just made out with this stranger and it was awesome. he wasn't expecting allison's project to go quite like this.

but stiles is definitely not going to let that go, because he would like to do that again. many times. in many positions. so he, being the graceful swan that he is, blurts-- ] Do you wanna go get coffee?

[ Without even looking he knows that his hair is ruffled now, but Derek doesn't care. He'll smooth it down on the way out, or later, after Stiles has put his hands in it again (which he should, absolutely, do). Regarding him, he draws his hand away and slowly unwinds his arm from around his waist, listening to Allison and Isaac sort of distractedly.

Okay, very distractedly. His stranger is very distracting and he's enjoying it. He'll hear from Isaac later about how disgruntled he is over having to do sound editing, but it's another thing he just doesn't care about.

What he does care about is Stiles' question. A more honest laugh escapes him, and he cocks his head wolfishly. ] Love to. Even if we won't get to the coffee right away.

[ Yeah he knows better. ]

[ ~~i was gonna go to bed but you had to bring this up~~

it, like most other things in life, was all minho's fault.

really, newt's not even remotely surprised that he got dragged into this. minho started taking a photography class to impress a TA, apparently, and by doing so, he put together some kind of film that needs volunteers. several minutes of cajoling and promised starbucks later, the sophomore is leaning on a stool in an old warehouse, patiently letting a nice girl named brenda pat at his face with a makeup sponge. minho refused to tell him exactly what the project was, just that it was happening, but at this point, he's kind of learned to take it all in stride. minho's like a hurricane most days; you just kind of get dragged in.

anyway, he pushes out of the stool when asked and stands on the gray backdrop, absently tugging down the bottom of his sweater. ] So, you plannin' on actually telling me what I'm supposed to be doing? [ after a beat, he deadpans-- ] Because I'm not getting naked for your shuckshoot.

[ minho waves him off and says something sarcastic, and he's about to respond, when someone else entirely walks into the room. short, broad and stocky and dark skinned, he's ridiculously attractive and newt's eyebrows go up, looking him up and down before he hears minho speak up, all sly, "great, now you two, get making out. Ignore me, I'm not here."

his gaze snaps to minho, and then back to the stranger, now a little closer than before, and he mutters-- ] Oh, you've gotta be bloody kidding me. [ under his breath. dammit, minho, why do you not warn him. ever. ]

[ ~~sorry not sorry~~

Minho knows better than to think that Newt won't kill him at the end of the day. Minho also knows better than to think that Alby won't kill him at the end of the day, which he is slightly less terrified over because the dude would just snap his neck and be done with it. Newt? Newt has other ways of killing someone, and he's pretty sure some greenie freshmen have gone missing because they've pissed the guy off.

People are just afraid of Alby for some deranged reason that involves his biceps and pecs being as big as his head, which is pretty darn big. He's all bark and no bite, but thankfully he has yet to say this to his face, as he really would snap his neck.

The fact that he even agrees to doing a project Minho won't tell him about is probably not in his best interest. He doesn't exactly inspire much confidence, all things considered, when he just grins and waves it off. But he still waits patiently to be ushered in, and the moment that he is... well. Minho's "get making out" makes him stare, and he narrows his eyes slowly at him before turning his attention back to the stranger.

Yeah, he's going to kill him. But there's... not much complaint, and he reaches to adjust the wrists of his shirt as he tries to keep his eyes from roving. He's taller, by a head at least, but all English fair-- and further emphasized by the accent-- with wheat-colored hair, scrawny where he's not. ]

Thinks he's a comedian, doesn't he. [ Tone low and flat, he shoots Minho a look (and is ignored, surprise surprise) before looking back to his apparent partner. ]

Surprised he hasn't tried to book himself at the buggin' comedy club. [ newt's look is just as unimpressed as he mimes a throat cutting motion at minho, but it's obviously not that well meant, considering they've been friends since the first day they met on campus, but it's worth follow up.

aside from feeling a tiny bit hustled (seriously, did he agree to basically sell himself for some starbucks?), though, this isn't--well, okay. it's kind of fantastic. his gaze flicks down for a second before he angles his head a little, looking him over subtly. if he has to kiss a stranger, he seems to be an attractive one, and besides--with the commentary about minho, newt likes him already.

fishing one hand out of his pocket, he offers it to him in a loose shake. ] Name's Newt.

[ glancing back over his shoulder, he's met with the certainty of this happening, and something warm curls happily in his gut--his cheeks flush, out of embarrassment or nerves or excitement or all three. ] So do we just...?

Suit him just fine if he did. Could give up this photog route. [ Which he'd tried to explain to him one day, but Alby hadn't really cared considering it was an attempt to impress somebody and really, he's an idiot. He doesn't even bother looking back at him as the stranger-- Newt, interesting-- mock-threatens him, considering it's message enough to Minho's stupidity.

Angling his head in idle imitation that he doesn't realize, he regards him thoughtfully before extending his hand to take his. His eyes remain on him, assessing and scanning, taking in every detail from the almost pixie nose down to the slender hand that's enveloped in his own. The contrast between their skin is almost fascinating, and he wonders vaguely if their mutual friend behind the camera picked them for the aesthetic differences that run wild between them. ]

Albert. [ Waiting in the event that he gets the stereotypical "you don't look like an Albert" or stupid Fat Albert jokes, his eyes are immediately drawn to the flush that spreads across his cheeks. It's just as fascinating as the contrast between them-- and is probably included in the contrast, actually-- but it's. It's good. For as frustrating as being kept in the dark was, he has zero complaints if this is who he's been paired with.

A shrug twitches his broad shoulders, and his hand drops from the shake to briefly brush his fingertips against his hip. ] S'pose so.

Nice to meetcha, Albert. [ the name tastes a little odd on his tongue, and he tilts his head a bit, eyes squinting. ] Alby.

[ that sounds better. he waits for the weird look but shrugs his shoulders even when it doesn't come. ] Bloody well get familiar, I guess.

[ newt doesn't joke with him, because the name kind of fits him, particularly with the nickname now attached, and he likes it. he's attractive and kind of funny, a friend of minho's in the same way (it seems) newt is, and well, he's definitely not regretting basically selling himself for starbucks. ]

Right. [ licking his lips unconsciously, his gaze doesn't even flicker as he looks over alby; he leans over to close the space between them, and for a second, kind of marvels at how nervous he feels, like he's got shucking butterflies. it's just a kiss, just a project, but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it. ]

[ His eyebrows twitch a little at the sudden nickname, and if it were from anyone else-- even Minho, who seems to just know everybody around the school and then some, and has for varying periods of time-- he'd probably protest. But for some reason, yeah. He kind of likes it coming out of Newt's mouth. So, Alby just... accepts it, which he'll get shit for later. ]

Pretty sure that's the whole point of all this. [ But there's no bite, and more amusement than anything, and he watches as he leans over him a little more. For years he's been aware that he's just under average height, when he'd once been the tallest kid in his neighborhood. But there still aren't any complaints, especially now.

So maybe he won't kill Minho later.

A brief moment of hesitance, nerves jittering just under his skin, gives him pause before he brings his hands up and slides his fingertips along the line of his jaw. ] Be easier if-- [ Well, actions speak louder. Framing his face, he tips up and forward the rest of the way, straightening to make it easier for him as their lips meet. ]

[ easier is right. alby's hands are big and he can basically feel him cupping his entire face, callouses and all--for all of their differences, the size is by far the most striking. newt's a tall guy, always has been, but he's very much knowledgeable of the fact that he's also kind of scrawny. compared to albert--alby--he's practically a waif.

but there's not a lot of time to think about that.

the contrast of his hands and the softness of his mouth makes newt's eyes flutter a little, and he shuts them when they make contact; there's a surge of warmth in his chest and his hands come down to rest on alby's hips instead, small fingers spreading across the bone as he leans into the kiss, soft and faint at first.

at first, anyway. there's another press, and then another, and then newt is shifting a little forward into his hands, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. ]

[ While Alby has met a whole slew of people taller than him, there's just something... good about this. His hands settle in a perfect fit, and he thumbs a little at the soft skin of his cheek with the light press of lips. It's all simple but pleasant and warm, Newt's mouth soft and his slender fingers seeping faint heat against his hips where they've settled.

Everything is just good, and keeps him from thinking too hard about the fact that he's... kissing a stranger.

Mouth soft and almost sweet, one hand slips down to frame the side of his neck as he leans into the kiss a little more, meets him as he shifts into his hands. And just like that, it feels like the kiss is a little more than something small the way it'd started. ]

[ it's easy to forget that minho's even there, with the way that he can sort of lose himself in the kiss--newt can't even proper remember the last time he actually kissed someone, let alone enjoyed the hell out of it. he's not been one to chase romance for a long time, considering (he's a whole slew of issues and the therapist he'd been seeing on campus for a little while had told him he needed to focus on himself) but this? this didn't have to be chased.

this was like a voice in his head just said, "oh, there you are. i've been looking for you forever."

so he basically melts into the kiss, slouching down a little more to wrap both of his arms around his waist instead, and kiss him back long and sweet and slow, soft presses of mouths that end with his lips parting just a little. ]

[ The last time that Alby had even kissed someone, it had felt off. Maybe because it wasn't this, wasn't whatever... spark or connection that's right there, that happened the moment that they met eyes. He's never really been much for pursuing relationships, even when others were the ones doing the pursuing-- he had no time for that, no interest, no real need for it.

Maybe that'll change. He doesn't know. (Kind of hopes it will; it's not everyday you get this kind of feeling, he thinks.)

As he feels Newt's lips part, he mirrors him, opening to the kiss a little more while his fingers curl around the back of his neck. If he pulls him forward a bit, presses him closer, well. ]

[ the noise he makes against his mouth at being pulled closer sounds like a shout to newt's own ears, but it's more of a whisper--the room is dead silent except for the soft, wet sounds of a kiss, and it's so, so easy for someone to get lost in it. his hands spread a little wider to his waist, fingers just clutching into the fabric of his shirt.

a part of him is curious, as he wonders who this guy is, how he knows minho, and most importantly, why they haven't met before. he's got a feeling he's gonna like the guy, kissing skills aside.

when he does finally pull away, it's slowly, barely a centimeter off as brown eyes flutter open and flicker down to glance at the mouth next to his, and then, a tiny, sheepish smile breaks out over his face, cheeks taking on a brilliant red flush as he mutters. ] Bloody hell.

Edited (dang it iPad ) 2014-04-09 00:52 (UTC)

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