All's Fair in Love and Pool

Erica clapped her hands, leaning forward eagerly, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Another game!" she cheered, her voice carrying across the bar. Boyd and Jackson exchanged knowing grins, both of them far too entertained by the unfolding drama to object.

Stiles raised an eyebrow, a slow, sly smile spreading across his face as he looked at Derek. He held his cue loosely, tapping it against the floor as he met Derek's gaze, his expression practically daring him. "What do you say, Hale? Think you can handle losing twice?"

Derek sighed, rolling his eyes as if he couldn't believe he was entertaining this. But after a beat, he gave a single, resigned nod. "Fine."

The three betas whooped, and Stiles couldn't resist tossing a wink their way before turning his full attention back to Derek. The second game began much the same as the first: Stiles going all-in on his attempts to distract Derek, while Derek struggled to keep his usual steely composure.

Derek was good at staying focused—his years of training and discipline meant he was usually impenetrable. But with Stiles at his elbow, practically vibrating with mischief, and the three betas watching their every move, his focus wavered. It didn't help that Stiles was relentless, always sidling up too close, leaning over the table with a little too much stretch, or just throwing Derek a smirk that was way too knowing.

"Y'know, I could do this all night," Stiles murmured, leaning casually against the table, close enough for Derek to feel the heat radiating off him. "Unless, of course, you're getting tired of losing?"

Derek's jaw tightened, his grip on his cue turning white-knuckled as he leaned over for his next shot. But as he aimed, Stiles leaned over his shoulder, whispering, "Careful. Don't want to miss again, do you?"

Derek's shot went wide, and he groaned under his breath, straightening to glare at Stiles. "You're impossible."

Stiles just grinned, shrugging innocently. "Hey, if you can't handle a little friendly competition, I can't be held responsible."

Erica, Boyd, and Jackson were practically falling over themselves laughing, clearly loving every second of it. Erica leaned over to Jackson, muttering, "He's got Derek on edge, and he knows it. This is the best night ever."

Stiles was about to take his shot when he glanced over at Derek, letting his gaze linger just a little too long, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "You know, I've always liked the way you look when you're all... focused. It's intense. Kinda... hot."

Derek's composure finally broke, his face a mix of exasperation and something else, something darker, more intense. Stiles barely had time to process the heat in Derek's gaze before Derek was setting down his cue, grabbing Stiles by the wrist, and leading him away from the pool table.

The three betas watched with wide eyes, amusement and curiosity written all over their faces. Jackson's mouth dropped open, Boyd raised an eyebrow, and Erica was practically glowing with satisfaction, muttering, "Finally."

Derek pulled Stiles down a dimly lit hallway and into the bathroom, the door closing behind them with a solid click. Before Stiles could even think of a clever quip, Derek's hands were on his shoulders, pressing him back against the wall, and his mouth was on Stiles', hot and fierce.

Stiles' breath hitched as Derek kissed him, all the tension, all the silent challenges between them flaring into something electric. Stiles grinned against Derek's mouth, barely able to keep up with the intensity, but absolutely loving every second. He looped his arms around Derek's neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed back, playful and a little rough, exactly how he'd imagined it a thousand times.

After what felt like an eternity, Derek pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against Stiles', a smirk playing on his lips. "Still feel like talking?"

Stiles, flushed and breathless, managed a cocky grin. "Maybe. Unless you've got other ideas."

Derek chuckled, his gaze dropping to Stiles' mouth as he leaned in again, kissing him softer this time, letting his fingers trace along Stiles' jaw, down his neck, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

Outside, the three betas sat in stunned silence, glancing at each other. Jackson's face was an amusing mix of shock and disgust, while Erica looked positively thrilled. Boyd just shook his head, chuckling to himself.

Erica finally broke the silence, grinning. "Told you they'd end up like this."

Jackson rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide a smirk. "Yeah, but did they have to make it so... dramatic?"

Boyd just laughed. "With those two? I wouldn't expect anything less."