Flirt Responsibly

Hobbies

Concentrating on homework ended up being harder than he thought with a sweaty and now shirtless Derek bent over his jeep. This was not unlike a dream Stiles had once. It did nothing to stave off the massive crush he'd developed.

A few frustrated grunts and a swear word later Stiles couldn't take it anymore. "Can I help in some way?" He set his Geometry book aside.

Derek glanced over his shoulder at Stiles, "Can you hold this for me?" Derek nodded at the hose he was trying to hold out of his own way.

Stiles reached over and grabbed the hose pulling it back so Derek could reach the bolt he was trying to get to. The scent of Derek's cologne mixed with a touch of salt from the sweat made Stiles dizzy, before he could process what he was doing he blurted the compliment. "You smell really good,"

It was only then Derek realized just how close he was to Stiles. They're bodies pressed from hip to shoulder. Their arms brushing as Derek twisted the socket wrench.

The compliment threw him and with a stumbled grip, he dropped the wrench. "Thanks."

He pulled back to fetch the wrench, separating from Stiles' side much to his relief. He had been so absorbed in fixing the jeep that he had forgotten to be a blubbering idiot. Of course Stiles had to compliment him and ruin it.

What if you unscrewed it from under there," Stiles suggested, looking down through to where Derek was now under the jeep.

"I tried that before but the hose was still in the way, you okay holding for me?" Derek asked trying to position himself.

"Yeah," Stiles spread his legs, giving Derek room to lay in between them.

Stiles tried not to watch the way a bead of sweat dripped down Derek's collarbone as he worked. He tried not to think about how he was practically straddling Derek.

"Got it," Derek scooted out from under the jeep only to be met with the sight of Stiles crotch just above him.

He cleared his throat and stood up. "Thanks, you can let it go now."

"You want to take a break? You're bright red. I can break into the cafeteria and grab us some cold cokes from the vending machine," Stiles jabbed a thumb over his shoulder.

"Uh, yeah, a break would be great," Derek nodded wiping his forehead with his shirt.

Stiles forced himself to not gawk. But Derek was really fit.

"Thanks for doing this," Stiles gestured over his shoulder as they made their way towards the school.

"It's not a problem. I enjoy it. It's sort of a hobby. Takes my mind of things," Derek shrugged.

"What other hobbies do you do?" Stiles asked shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I like to read. Basketball, obviously. Baseball, I love baseball."

"Oh yeah, what team do you like?"

"You're gonna roll your eyes but, the Mets."

"Dude, no way. That's my favorite team," Stiles lit up.

"Really? Why? You're not even from New York," Derek laughed at Stiles excitement. It was endearing.

"My mom. Her dad grew up in New York and she engrained it into me. Dad's a Dodgers fan," Stiles rolled his eyes, with a chuckle.

Derek's only smiled at the younger guy. He didn't talk about his mom much. It was a touchy subject for most of the family. Stiles especially. He had been there when she died. The only one in the room at the time. Derek knew that was why he loved his jeep so much. It had been his mother's. He had always been closest with her.