Kiss Only you

Amazing SourWolf

"Damn straight," stiles says, taking a long sip of his beer when it shows up in front of him and licking the foam off his lips. "So how's Cora?"
Derek's smile has a fond attraction to him, and he nods. "She's good, happy. She's the reason we live here, actually."
" How did that happen? And where did you guys go after Beacon Hills, anyway?"

"We just traveled around for a while." Derek answer quickly
Stiles hummed. "Where was the best place you went?"
"Uh...the little towns in Spain, probably. And then in Italy, Cora met Paul," Derek said, with a little roll of his eyes, and Stiles laughed.
"The reason you guys live in Portland, I'm assuming?"

Derek nodded. "Yeah. His family's pack," he says, dropping his voice to a whisper, "is based a little way out of the city. And they're old friends of our family, actually. Small world."
"That's great. And it's good?"
"Calm," Derek says, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "It's really nice."
"Calm?" Stiles repeats, his hand on his chest in mock surprise. "What a novelty."
"Tell me about it," Derek says with a snort, keeping his gaze on stiles deeply. "How's everyone? How's your dad?"
"He's good," Stiles says, nodding with a little smile. "Yeah, he's really good. He's finally starting to at least think about retiring. He and Melissa got married, uh, last year, and they're thinking of maybe moving up here somewhere. Scott and Kira live in Seattle."
"Oh, yeah?" Derek said with a surprise look on his face. But its turns into a small pleasant smile.

Stiles nods. "They're thinking of having kids within a couple years. But if anyone asks, you didn't hear it from me."
"My lips are sealed," Derek says dryly.
"Uh, let's see, who else—Lydia is in San Francisco, working for some biotech company and making lordly amount of money."
"Good for her, she was always smart women" Derek says, chuckling into his glass. "Did, uh, did anything ever happen with you two?" Derek tense up while brining the subject open.

Stiles snorts and shakes his head. "Nope. Much better that way, believe me," he says, and is it just wishful thinking, or does Derek look a little relieved? "Actually, would you like to hear something embarrassing?" Stiles asks before draining the last of his beer in one long glup for courage.
"Always." Derek smirks.
"Well," he starts, decidedly avoiding Derek's gaze as he methodically shreds the damp paper coaster that his pint glass had been sitting on, "you maybe were the reason that I realized I was bisexual back in high school. And, uh, by maybe, I absolutely mean most definitely."
Stiles is a little bit afraid to look over at Derek right now, though at the very least he hasn't run screaming from the bar. He sneaks a peek, finally, and while Derek isn't looking at him either, he's gazing down at his beer glass with a little smile. Tracing the edge of glass with his index finger.
"Truth be told," he says eventually, after a little cough, "I'm glad you never told me that. Back then, I mean."
"Hey," Stiles protests. "Come on, that's a little insulting." Stiles frown and tries to make a fake pout

"That's not what I mean," he says, rolling his eyes. "I, uh, always thought you were kinda attractive." Derek confess with the passionate face.
Stiles blinks. He...what? He had no idea Derek was ever interested in guys, like at all, and that definitely would have added a new element to his fantasies. Okay, let's be honest, will add a new element—present tense is most definitely necessary, and he isn't afraid to admit that Derek still pops up in his spank bank more often than not.
"First of all," he says flatly, "are you shitting me?"
Derek cocks an eyebrow—at least that's familiar. "I am not shitting you, no."
Stiles isn't blessed with a werewolf lie detector, but considering that the tips of Derek's ears are bright red, he's inclined to believe him. "And second of all...kinda attractive?"
"Well, you were 17," he says dryly, "so I hated myself a little bit. I mean i was attracted to you especially you were underage and top of first class virgin"

"What about now?" he blurts out, fact that stiles always wanted to rid of his virginity! And in that he still not succeed. Derek chokes on a laugh, and yep, there go the ears again. And hell lord it was enough for stiles to fall for derek right here and now.
"I think you're very well aware of how attractive you are."
Stiles squirms a little on his bar stool—he's comfortable with the fact that he's grown into himself, so to speak, but he's still not really used to people explicitly pointing it out. Especially when that person is Derek fucking Hale. "Yeah, well, you're one to talk."