All Time Low

Learn To Do It

"Wanna be my boyfriend?" Stiles asked. Without thinking, Derek's answer was...
"Yes."

That's how it started.
Two weeks later and Derek still has no idea what he's doing.
"Derek?" Stiles called from another couch. Looking up from his magazine.
"Yeah?" Derek answered.
"You okay?" Stiles asked. Derek nodded. "Sure? Because you seem nervous." Stiles said.
"Why would you think that?" Derek asked digging his claws into the leather couch. "Oh."
"Is it about telling Scott and Peter? They won't care." Stiles said.
"Okay, yes but that's not it." Derek said. Stiles sighed and stood up.
"Okay. You seem uncomfortable being with me. Correct?" Stiles asked.
"Yes..." Derek said softly.
"You want out?" Stiles asked.
"What? No. Of course not."
Derek said quickly.
"Great! So...why are you uncomfortable?" Stiles asked.
"...I__" Derek paused.
"What? Finish the__"
Derek cut him off.
"Shut up. They're here." Derek said.
"Let's do this." Stiles said. Derek got up to open the door.
"Nephew! Not that I need an invitation but why am I here?"
Peter asked entering. "Scrawny child."
"Geriatric psycho." Stiles said dryly.
"Stiles. Good. You're here too. I won't have to be left alone with him." Scott said and hugged Stiles.
"Hi, brother. Let's do this quick." Stiles said curtly.
"Okay. We wanted to tell you that...Stiles and I. Us. We. Both of us that is__" Stiles patience had run out.
"We're dating." Stiles said.
"Finally." Peter said.
"Well duh." Scott said.
"You guys cool with this?"
Stiles asked.
"Yeah." Peter said.
"Couldn't be happier. Just...don't hurt him. Break his heart, I'll break your face. Deal?" Scott asked. Derek nodded "Awesome. Celebratory drink?" Scott asked going to the kitchen. There was a resounding
"Hell yeah" and Scott poured some scotch for everyone.
They drank, talked and laughed until midnight. Scott and Peter leaving Derek to watch a sleeping Stiles.
Derek picked him up and placed him in his bed and took the couch.
But Stiles had gotten up during the course of the night and slept on the floor next to Derek.
"Stiles." Derek said, gently nudging him. Stiles groaned and bat Derek's hand away. "Move so I can make breakfast."
"Okay." Stiles said tiredly and sat up.
"You're pathetic. Why were you on the floor?" Derek asked.
"I wanted to be close to you." Stiles said. Derek got this disgusting, happy feeling in his stomach.
"Okay, Stiles." Derek joined him on the floor. Stiles held Derek's hand.
"You trust me, right?" Stiles asked.
"Naturally." Derek said.
"Then why are you so scared?"
Stiles asked. Derek drew a breath.
"I don't know what I'm doing, Stiles. There. Happy. It's my first relationship since Paige__ which ended in actual death__ mind you.
I don't know how to be a boyfriend anymore. I'm...rusty. Like, what do I do with you? I like you and I don't want to mess it up." Derek said panicked. Stiles rubbed his back.
"You're okay, big guy. This is my first relationship ever so I know even less than you. You're overthinking it, buddy." Stiles said.
"How?" Derek asked confused.
"Think of it as...we were friends, right?" Stiles asked.
"...Yes!" Derek said shocked.
"I had to ask. I was never really sure.
Whatever. Think of it like we're still friends but we kiss.
And can't date other people.
And go on dates and stuff." Stiles said.
"So just treat you how I normally would but with bonuses?" Derek asked. Stiles nodded. "I can do that."
"Glad we cleared that up.
Now about breakfast." Stiles said.
"You believed me? I was kidding." Derek laughed. Stiles hit him.
"That's not funny. I had my hopes up and everything." Stiles pouted.
"Is this pouting thing going to be a regular occurrence?" Derek asked.
"Maybe." Stiles said.
"Maybe?" Derek asked softly.
"Mm-hmm." Stiles nodded.
"You gonna keep pouting until you get what you want?" Derek asked.
"Most likely. Breakfast." Stiles said.
"And we say..." Derek waited.
"Please?" Stiles said cutely.
"You're lucky you're cute." Derek said and stood up.  Stiles smiled.
"Thank you." Stiles said standing up.
"You're welcome." Derek said and went into the kitchen.
"You'll tell me if I mess up, okay? I'm not good at it either." Stiles said.
"Always." Derek turned back to look at him. "But you're doing good." Stiles' face was so priceless.
So...innocent.