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Shopkeeper Derek

Notes: arguenot asked: Look, I know it's been done five hundred times, but I can never get enough of Derek as a shopkeeper and Stiles making endless excuses to come by, orrr Stiles as a model/actor and Derek with his hopeless weird crush on him, longing from afar

"Do you really need—" Derek stops himself. "Never mind."

"Huh?" Stiles - he'd given Derek his name the third time he'd come to the shop, blurted it out, maybe accidentally - paused, hands hovering over the box on the counter.

Derek is an idiot. This guy wants to spend money and he's going to stop him, just because he's cute and nice, and has basically told Derek his whole life story. "It's just, uh, you already bought this one?"

It wasn't supposed to come out as a question. Stiles looks down at the box on the counter, which proudly proclaims 12 speeds!! 16 vibration patterns!! "Are you sure?" he asks.

Derek swallows, his throat dry. "In pink."

"Oh."

"Unless, I mean, I guess you could be buying it for your... your partner. Matching set?" Sometimes Derek wishes he could just stop talking, which is funny, because usually it's hard to get a word in edge-wise with his friends. With Stiles, too, though at this particular moment, Stiles isn't saying much. His cheeks are flushed and ruddy, and his mouth hangs open a little. Derek forces his gaze away from his mouth, pink and bright where he'd run his tongue across it a minute ago.

"No," Stiles blurts out. "There's no one— oh, fuck it." He grabs Derek by the front of his shirt and yanks him across the counter. Derek's expecting a fist, hoping for a rough kiss. Instead, Stiles is soft and sweet, just gently presses his lips to Derek's. He can feel Stiles' eyelashes brush against his cheek. "I'm really terrible at this," he says when he pulls back for air, still gripping Derek by his shirt-front.

"Seemed pretty good to me," Derek says, already leaning forward for more.

Stiles laughs, quiet in the otherwise empty store. "At asking you out, I meant."

"Still seemed pretty good to me," Derek says, and has trouble with the second and third kisses because they're both smiling stupidly.

*

At the wedding, Scott will tell everyone how Stiles spent over a thousand dollars on sex toys he never opened just to try and score a date with Derek.

"Worth it," Stiles will say with a grin, and steal another kiss.