potosi | or say we're only dreaming;

[ 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. ]

or say we're only dreaming;

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