Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Through Your Eyes

Through Your Eyes by Sagasimon
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Derek hated mondays, which wasn't a surprise or anything since he pretty much hated every day of the week lately. His job was shit, his car, which just broke on him AGAIN, was shit, even his favourite coffee from his favourite place started tasting like shit.

On top of everything else it just started raining and he missed his bus.

The bus stop didn't even come with a shelter so he stood there in the downpour feeling, and probably looking, like a wet dog, with his hair and clothes plastered to his skin and water getting places he didn't want to think about. The shoes were going to the bin for sure.

"Oh my god!" A bright voice startled him out of his brooding. "You're just perfect!"

Suddenly there was a grinning face in front of him.

"Dude! You're just what I need!" The face exclaimed and the guy attached to it started circling Derek as if he was some kind of a product on display. He actually had the nerve to squeeze Derek's bicep while he was at it, muttering something about magnificent postures and firmness.

He put on his best scowl and stepped back, away from the grabby hands.

Ok, it's not like Derek didn't know what he looked like, he was kind of used to people trying to get handsy with him but usually it wasn't in the middle of the street in broad daylight (not so much of that daylight because, you know, clouds, but who cares about details?). And usually it took one look at his unamused expression to send them running away.

But not this guy, with his ridiculous grin and silly, yellow rain coat and stupid upturned nose, flaily hands and three very distracting moles on his left cheek, just above his jawline. Which was moving really fast and Derek realised the guy was talking to him the whole time while he was getting distracted by... things.

"What?" He growled. The guy may have been cute but Derek was still in a bad mood and he just wanted to get on the bus and go home to sleep everything away.

"Oh man, like seriously you're just what I'm looking for!" Yellow stranger seemed unfazed by Derek's temper, if anything his eyes sparkled even more excitedly. "I'm Stiles." He gave Derek a little wave. "And god, I know you must think I'm crazy or something but I saw you standing here and I just knew you're the one!"

The guy, Stiles, looked at him expectedly. Oh, right, introductions.

"Derek." Why was he talking to the weirdo anyway?

"Nice to meet you Derek!"

"Yeah."

"So Derek, are you busy tomorrow?"

Say yes. "No." Damn.

"How about you come over and take your clothes for me for few hours hmm?"

Bold much!?

"I know! It's a bit much to ask but damn I'm really desperate and you're just what I imagined and damn those abs man!" His eyes became unfocused for a second. "Anyway, here's my address and number," he conjured a piece of paper out of nowhere, "just, drop by around two, please? Like you'd be literally my hero!" There were puppy dog eyes involved, resistance was futile.

"Yeah, ok."

"Great! I'll get everything ready and I'll see you tomorrow! Thanks man! I... Just thanks! I really gotta go so, yeah... Bye Derek!!" And then Stiles was gone, together with his stupid grin and yellow rain coat.

Derek was so stunned by the whole situation he almost missed another bus.

He arrived at the address fashionably late (three minutes and twenty seven seconds to be precise) and a little bit nervous. It had been a while since he was with someone because of his busy schedule and constant bad mood (mostly the latter if he had to be honest with himself) so he wasn't exactly sure how it all worked anymore.