Flirt Responsibly

Danny

It was hot on the field and Stiles was ready to pass out from heat exhaustion. It wasn't easy keeping up with the likes of Jackson and Danny. They were two of the best players on the team.

"Good block," Danny smiled at Stiles with a wink. Stiles felt his stomach turn inside out. He'd had a crush on Danny for the last two years and yet he'd barely noticed him. However, joining the Lacrosse team had helped some, he was sure that Danny wasn't a fan of him. He blamed Jackson for that, they were best friends after all.

Stiles only gave an awkward smile back as he watched Danny run back down the field. He knew it was safer to keep his mouth shut unless he wanted to make a fool of himself.

The piercing sound of Coach's whistle was like heaven to Stiles' ears.

"Break," Coach yelled.

Stiles peeled off his gloves and grabbed his water bottle. He poured some of the cool liquid over his face and hair.

"You should play goal more often," Danny said, walking up then. His hand fell to Stiles' shoulder.

"Uh, thanks," Stiles mumbled shyly.

"I'll talk to coach," with that Danny hurried over to meet Jackson.

"Dude, did Danny just compliment you?" Scott nudged his best friend.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," Stiles nodded, thankful that his blush was hidden by the heat.

"You might have a chance with him after all."

Stiles gave a snort. He'd pretty much hung that dream out to dry. Much like he was about to have to do with Derek. Speaking of. He glanced over to see Derek a few feet away, sitting on the stands with a book in his lap, but his eyes were on Stiles.

Derek gave him a smile.

"You're a good friend to hang out in this heat. I would tell Scott he was on his own," Stiles offered jokingly.

"I like to watch," Derek gave a shrug.

"Oh, well it's no cheerleading squad, but Danny fills his pants out nicely, Brett has nice arms, and as much as it pains me to say this, Jackson's got a decent ass." Stiles gestured to each player as he listed their best attributes.

Derek chuckled, "And what about you?"

Me?" Stiles squeaked.

Derek only smirked.

"I'm here for comedic relief," Stiles shifted nervously.

Derek couldn't help but laugh.

"Stilinski, get your ass over here," Coach Finstock yelled.

"See?" Stiles winked before hurrying back onto the field.

Derek's brain short circuited briefly. Did Stiles just flirt with him? He gave a shake of his head, probably not. He was obviously into Danny and he reacted very differently towards him. Derek was probably just looking for it.

The rest of practice was un eventful but Derek was happy to watch as Stiles flailed along the field. Something about him was captivating to watch. It wasn't that he was graceful, cause he wasn't, unless you thought a gazelle on ice was graceful. He wasn't calculating in his movements either, he just...flung himself across the field when he felt it necessary. Derek found himself laughing quietly more than once. Maybe Stiles had been right, and he was only there for comedic relief, but his attempts often landed, whether it be a goal or getting the ball from another player. He may not be the most elegant player to watch but his ways were just as effective and maybe that's what Derek liked. Derek's whole family was elegant in their own way. Laura had done ballet when she was younger. Her mother did yoga with the best of them. His dad had always been athletic and quick on his feet. That left him and Cora. Cora was definitely more tomboy than Laura, but she had reflexes like a cat. Derek was much like his father in that he was athletic and quick on his feet, unless of course he was around someone he was crushing on. Then he was a disaster to say the least. Perhaps being around someone like Stiles would be fun, not to have to worry about being perfect all the time. His family had somehow gotten the title of the Jones's. He loved his family, don't get him wrong, but they always seemed to be the best of the best. House always in pristine shape, gatherings and dinners always well planned and put together. He didn't know the last time they'd had pizza that wasn't homemade. He knew that was why Cora liked Stiles and Paige so much. They were fun. Maybe Derek was finally noticing it too.

"Mind if I shower before we head off?" Stiles asked stepping towards Derek.

"Yeah. I mean no. I mean, I don't mind," Derek stood from his spot knocking the book he forgot was on his lap, onto the step below him. "I'll follow you. Not into the shower, just to the-" Derek cut himself off. Now was a good time to stop talking. He gestured towards the school gym before gathering his books up.

Stiles waited with an endearing smile. Scott and Isaac joined them.

"Derek's gonna follow us to the showers," Stiles winked at Derek who gave a roll of his eyes.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"It's okay, dude, you can wash my hair for me," Isaac laughed earning a shove from Derek.

"Shut up."

Derek ignored the teasing smirk from his best friend as they followed Scott and Stiles to the school. Scott was going on about meeting up with Allison after tryouts.

"Why do you get all the hot girls?" Stiles huffed a fake pout.

"Oh come on, Danny complimented you earlier, and you've been hanging around Cora an awful lot, she's hot," Scott nudged Stiles playfully.

Stiles tossed a glance over his shoulder at Derek, "Dude." The last thing he needed was Derek threatening his life.

Scott's eyes widened in horror, before turning to Derek, "No offense, I have full respect for your sister."

Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott.

"It's fine, she can handle herself," But his eyes skirted towards Stiles with a questioning look, as if he was asking if it was true.

"Dude, we've been friends with Cora since we were kids, of course we're close, she's not an asshole like you and Paige." He hoped that was answer enough for Derek.

Derek snorted, "Cora is the biggest asshole."

"Maybe you two are the assholes," Scott taunted.

"You two would make a cute couple though," Isaac added thoughtfully.

If looks could kill, Isaac would be dead on the ground.

Isaac realizing his mistake, quickly retracted his statement, "But you wouldn't want to ruin your friendship," He tossed an apologetic look at Derek.

"Nah, I'm not worried," Stiles gave a dismissive wave of his hand.

Derek's jaw tightened. So, Stiles was interested in Cora after all. He needed to find out if Cora felt the same way. He hoped to god she didn't.