Two of a Kind

Stiles' turn

*Warning shitty smut*

Stiles looked up from lying on his bed, to the sound of the dorm room door opening. Derek stepped in then looking tired.

"Hey, Derek," Stiles said with a small smile. He tried to act like everything was normal between them. It was a lot easier when Derek wasn't around.

Derek's expression lit up, "Hey Stiles." He didn't have to guess anymore since Spencer would be wearing glasses now.

"Aren't you supposed to be out with Erica," Derek asked with raised brows.

"Spencer already knows I broke up with Theo, figured it didn't matter," Stiles shrugged.

"Fair point. Where is he anyway?" Derek kicked his shoes off and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Out with Danny," Stiles answered sitting up, himself.

Derek's pulse quickened at the knowledge that Stiles and Derek would be alone for a while.

"And now you're uncomfortable," Stiles sighed. He knew that look. Eyes dropping to his lap. Lips pursing together. Straightening the back slightly. All signs of discomfort.

"It's not that...I just...being alone with you is hard," Derek admitted, his eyes meeting Stiles'.

"Trust me, I get it. It's easier to pretend everything is normal between us when we're not around each other," Stiles nodded, his tongue flicking across his lower lip.

Derek's eyes fell to Stiles' mouth. It was even harder now that he knew the way the perfect curve of Stiles' lips fit against his.

"I wanted to tell him," Stiles tucked his chin to his chest in shame, "I wanted to tell him that I broke up with Theo because I couldn't get you out of my head, but I couldn't do it. I hate lying to him. I've never lied to him."

"I'm sorry," Derek frowned, guilt washing over him. He hated to be the reason that Stiles was lying to Spencer.

"I wish I didn't feel the way I do, but you're...everything I want," Stiles looked up again.

"I know how you feel," Derek nodded. He looked as tired as he did when he walked into the room.

The realization that Stiles was the cause of Derek looking so worn hit the twin harshly.

He stood to his feet abruptly. His hands sliding into his hair in frustration. He immediately started to pace the room.

"Maybe I should get a new roommate, let you and Spencer stay here and I'll stay elsewhere," Stiles thought aloud.

"What? No," Derek stood then reaching for Stiles to stop him in his tracks.

"but-"

"You're not the problem," Derek shook his head, "I have feelings for you too remember?" his hands were still gripping Stiles' arms, gently holding him in place.

"If I left-"

"If you left, then Spencer would know something was up," Derek cut in again.

Stiles' sighed but didn't argue. He knew Derek was right, but he didn't know what to do.

"I can leave if you want," Derek hands slid down Stiles' arms slowly before he released him.

"No, that's not fair to you," Stiles shook his head. He knew how stressful it was for Derek to meet knew people and he'd feel terrible if he ended up with another Kai as a roommate.

"I don't like seeing you upset," Derek reached up and rubbed a gentle thumb along Stiles' chin.

That was it, Stiles couldn't take it anymore. He surged forward.