In Which it was Just A Drunken Kiss

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Stiles is up early. He is up on his feet in two seconds running to the bathroom, everything out as he was still naked. He was over the toilet bent on his knees and throwing up everything he had consumed in the last 24 hours. And when he was done he was lying on the tiled floor of the bathroom with his head resting on the toilet.

He groaned. His head was pounding, huge thumps, hammering into his skull and he felt beyond restless. He almost managed to fall back asleep before he was heaving over the tiolet again as the liquid chunks poured out of him. It had been so long since he had gotten this drunk so it felt like this was the first time all over again. He wondered this must be what pregnant woman go through and he almost cries but figures that it would make everything worse and tries to calm himself down.

The soft knock on the door has him jumping, and holding his head because the noise was so loud in his ears and had his head throbbing erratically again. It was Derek, peeking his head in, holding a bottled water and pills, worried lines forming on his forehead. Stiles, gratefully, accepts them but is leaning over the toilet, unfortunately, before he could take them. Derek sets it beside him though and is out of the bathroom, and Stiles understands because no one wants to be around someone with a serious hangover, especially a vomiting one, but he is still thankful that Derek had cared enough to bring him some pain pills.

Apparently, he cared enough to also come back with a pair of boxers and a t shirt. Stiles hadn't realized he was even naked but takes them, embarrassed, and tries to cover himself. Derek looks at him strangely like he is waiting for Stiles to say something, to make a move but when Stiles doesn't, Derek just leaves him alone to wallow in his pain.

After Stiles has taken the pills and slipped on the boxers and the t shirt, which he realizes is one of Derek's cause it smells really good like him, he walks back into the room and gets into the bed lazily as if he is aching all over. When he looks up, Derek is staring at him across the room from his own bed but converts his eyes elsewhere when he realized he had been caught. It makes Stiles think of the day after winter break when Stiles first met Derek and when he had been caught staring at Derek. He almost smiles and maybe laughs at the realization but he doesn't, it's far too much pain. And then he is sleep again cause that's all he can do until the hangover is gone.

When he awakes he is feeling better, just a small headache that is bearable to go the rest of the day with. He lays in bed for a whole hour trying to remember last night but for his life he can't. The last thing he remembers is dancing with Erica, Boyd, and Issac. He thinks about calling them to ask but decides to do it later.

He gets in the shower though, and steals another one of Derek's shirts. Because he hadn't done laundry in a while and he figured that Derek wouldn't care since he had let him borrow one earlier. And he secretly liked wearing them, because they were big and comfortable, made of cotton, and made him think they had been washed a lot of times, he could still smell the detergent and it's the same one his mom used to use before she-

Derek is back in the room when he comes from the bathroom, carrying two coffees. He doesn't say anything to Stiles but just hands him the coffee and Stiles mutters a "thanks" before sitting on his bed across from Derek and taking a sip. And it's so good that he has to take a few more, realizing that Derek had got the right kind, meaning he paid attention to what Stiles had ordered whenever they had been to the coffee shop.

When he looks over at Derek, he is staring at him again, and it's a bit awkward and Derek looks like he might explode, likes he wants to say something but is holding back, and it's killing him to but he is waiting on something.

And that's when Stiles remembers.

The dancing, the grinding, basically fucking on the dance floor. And oh no, what he did with Issac, but even worse with Derek. They came back to the room and-

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