IN MY BLOOD ➖ S. STILINSKI

BONUS - DATE NIGHT

I hope you like it!

PULLING UP TO THE ARNOLD
household and gripping the small bouquet of flowers, Stiles nervously slid out of his jeep and headed towards the front door. He rang the doorbell, and tried to straighten his t-short as best he could.

They had agreed on casual clothes, and a casual date- Luke even offered to make dinner despite Stiles' protests. He had heard from Scott, who heard from Allison, who heard from Lydia- that Luke wasn't the greatest of cooks.
Which is why when Luke opened the door, hair ruffled shirt smeared with grease, he wasn't entirely shocked at the sight of light smoke and the sound of the fire alarm going off.

"Hey," He said nervously. Luke spotted the flowers. "Are those for me?" Stiles nodded and both boys felt the heat rise to their cheeks.

"Lydia said you like spider-lilies. Pretty cool flower might I add." Stiles handed them over, smiling as Luke's fingers brushed over his.
"Thank you Stiles."

Luke jolted from the moment and dragged Stiles inside.
"So, as you can probably smell I sorta burnt dinner," Luke explained. He pulled Stiles through his house and into dining room. He sat the boy down and continued. "Anyway, I'm going to quickly clean me shirt-"

Stiles chuckled and pulled out his phone, cutting Luke off. "I'll order pizza?"

Luke was grinning like an idiot and hurried off upstairs as Stiles ordered.


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Luke couldn't help the moan that slipped from his mouth as he ate his pizza. Stiles just stared at him as he continued- trying to keep his teenage boy hormones under control.

"So what were you trying to cook?" Stiles asked, picking off a piece of pepperoni and eating it.
"My dads chicken paprikas. It's this dish he picked up in Hungary when he went travelling before college."

Stiles arched a brow. "Sounds good."
Luke shrugged. "What about you? Got any exotic dishes?"

Stiles chuckled sadly. He started to feel home sick. "Uh no. My mother didn't pass down any recipes, although she did talk about this one Polish dish my grandfather used to make her when she was little. My moms side is all Polish actually."

Luke placed a hand over his. Stiles could see he was genuinely intrigued by him, by his story and his stomach fluttered.
"I was actually named after him."
Luke snorted. "Your telling me Stiles isn't your real name?" Stiles laughed.

"You gonna tell me?" He shook his head. Luke immediately jumped towards the boy. Begging Stiles to tell his name. He felt like a kid again. He felt normal.

Of course, he gave in. Luke was pouting, pleading with promises of giving him whatever he wanted- ice cream, a piggy back ride around school- whatever Stiles wanted as long as he let him in on the secret.

"Okay, okay!" Stiles still held his hand. "But- please don't use it in front of anyone, only use it in private, maybe?" Luke grew a mischievous look and raised a brow. "Not in that way. It's Mieczyslaw."

"Mieczyslaw." Luke repeated, cringing as he almost mispronounced it. "Oh god I'm gonna screw up your name, aren't I?"

Stiles just smiled with a mouth full of pizza. "It sounds nice when you say it." He confessed.

Luke almost choked on his drink.
"So we were talking about college?"

"Yes!" Luke said. He felt Stiles' lower leg brush against his from across the table and leaned a little closer. "What are you wanting to study, Stiles?" He asked. This time not risking mispronouncing the boys beautiful name.

"I wanna study forensics. Or criminal psychology, what about you?"

Luke quickly finished his last slice of pizza, removing his hand quickly to wipe the grease from his mouth with a napkin.
Stiles didn't care. He looked cute earlier with his hair a mess and grease on his shirt. Dried drool on his face. Yup, Stiles thought. Adorable.

"I actually want to be a tattoo artist. I know it's stupid but-"
Stiles cut him off. "It's not stupid. If it's something your passionate about them go for it. I think I've seen some of your doodles. Especially on my skin. But the whole needle and blood thing puts me off."

Luke stood up and held out his hand. "You wanna watch Deadpool?"

Stiles took it and let Luke pull him into the living room.

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Stiles had never felt such contentment in this long. With his life constantly on the line, he couldn't remember a single time where he was doing something normal. Like being cuddled up on a couch, head buried in Luke's neck and watching the fight scene from the corner of his eye. Luke tracing patterns on Stiles' back as Stiles murmurs about the inaccuracy of the injuries betrayed in the movie.

"This is nice." Stiles commented. "It is. How much do you wanna bet we almost die tomorrow?"

Stiles laughed as he sat up, straddling Luke. "Thank you, for this date, Luke."

Luke found himself grabbing onto Stiles' shirt, pulling him down slowly. "Thank you for saying yes."

Stiles jolted forwards, pushing his lips against Luke's. He cupped his face, smiling into it as Luke dragged his hands down his back.

He quickly pulled away, the confidence fading from him. Luke dragged him back down, kissing him again. Luke pulled at his bottom lip with his teeth and ran his hands up his thighs - and Stiles felt himself slowly leaning into Luke's every move.

He quickly pushed on Luke's chest and stuttered. "I'm sorry but, this is is-"
He looked down to Luke's hands on his thighs before looking away.
Luke removed them immediately. "Sorry! I knew I was rushing it. If I ever make you feel uncomfortable Stiles, you'll let me know, right?"

Stiles nodded. "Of course. It's not that I'm uncomfortable- I mean I was- but yeah, it was the rush."

Luke leaned back. And stared up at Stiles with a serene look. "I'm sorry Stiles. You wanna finish watching the film?"

Stiles nodded and cuddled back into Luke.

"Best date ever."
Stiles mumbled.

Luke hummed in agreement, entwining their fingers.