Home (Sciles AU)

Chapter 15

Scott POV

I start to pull back the covers of Stiles' bed, feeling nervous. My heart is beating a million miles an hour. We shared a bed occasionally back in high school, but just because there was nowhere else for us to sleep. I wasn't in love with Stiles back then like the way I am now, either. That definitely has an affect on how I'm feeling now. I get the feeling Stiles is nervous too. Another thing is that we've just started hanging out again after 10 years of nothing, so starting to share a bed, especially since we aren't in a relationship or anything, is very awkward, even more so when you consider both of our pasts. I try to keep my nerves under control though.

"Here. Catch." I hear Stiles say from behind me. I turn around just in time to see Stiles throwing material at me. Somehow, I manage to catch it. I glance down at the material for a few seconds before realizing it's a pair of pajamas. I glance back up at Stiles.

"Dude, I'm fine sleeping in my clothes, really. I'm already crossing a line by having dinner here spontaneously, staying the night, sleeping in your bed and-" I begin to ramble, but Stiles cuts me off.

"Scott, shut up and take the pajamas." Stiles tells me in a firm tone. I sigh in defeat, knowing this is a battle I can't win. Stiles knows it too, as he smirks at me.

"Uh, I guess I'll go into the bathroom..." I mumble as I walk out of the room, down the hall and into the bathroom and quickly get changed. Just as I am about to walk back out, I notice my flustered face in the mirror. Wow, I look stupid. I notice that Stiles' pajamas are slightly tight on me, but generally, they fit alright. I'm not worried about them splitting or anything. That would be embarrassing and I don't think I'd ever be able to face Stiles again. I sigh quietly to myself before I walk out of the bathroom and quietly back into Stiles' room. I stop in my tracks and my eyes widen with surprise as I see that Stiles is still changing into his pajamas. The room is dark, as there are no lights on, but I can see clearly enough. He's still shirtless and he's fumbling around with the shirt in his hands, trying to find the right way to put it on him. I silently admire him from afar. I've barely ever seen Stiles without a shirt, even when we were little. I can see some of the moles on his back from here. I watch as his muscles twitch and move as he starts to pull the shirt over his head. I also managed to see some of the faint scars on him though, obviously left begin by Stiles' abusive ex-boyfriend. I clench my fists angrily for a moment, wanting to beat the living hell out of the guy that did this to him.

Suddenly, Stiles turns around and looks surprised to see me standing there, gasping slightly. He freezes in his place and my heart is beating way too fast. "Uh... How long have you been standing there?" Stiles asks me nervously.

"Not long, I swear. I didn't see anything! I mean, well I did, but it wasn't what you think and uh, I-I, it was just you didn't have a shirt on and that was all... and wow I've made this sound really stupid and suspicious now. I'm so sorry." I blurt out without even really thinking about what I'm saying, my face definitely heating up in another blush, feeling very embarrassed for being caught staring at Stiles.

"It's okay, I get it. I don't really care. I just wasn't expecting anyone to be standing there." Stiles chuckles in response, fiddling with his shirt a little bit.

"Okay, if you say so..." I reply timidly.

"Scott, what is going on with you lately? It's like you've lost your confidence and now you're really shy or something." Stiles frowns worriedly at me. I'm only shy and nervous when I'm around you.