I Would Fake Forever With You(Sterek)

Glasses

Stiles and Derek stared at the line of glasses in front of them. There was every kind you could want. Tall, short, fogged, cleared, etched, crystalized, etcetera.

"What kind does Erica want?" Stiles asked picking up a fogged medium size glass.

"I have no clue," Derek scrubbed a hand over his face in frustration.

"Okay well let's do this, I'll analyze each one as if I were a typical customer and we'll find the one most likely to be accepted by the clientele, deal?"

"You're gonna analyze them?" Derek raised a curious brow at his boyfriend.

"Sure. So for instance, this fogged glass... It's medium height, which is great for a twelve-ounce beer. But it's fogged. That gives the illusion that it's a cold glass. If the glass isn't cold, it's deceiving. I'd be upset when I touched the glass to see it was in fact not cold. Plus if you want to add to the aesthetic and actually use a chilled glass, you won't see the ice that forms on the mug because it's already fogged. A non fogged glass gives the illusion of variety. Someone might see a chilled version of the same beer and be inclined to get a chilled one. That means more money spent."

Derek smiled at Stiles as he gestured to the glasses.

"Next is this fluted glass. The hour glass effect makes it easy to hold especially for people who are already a few drinks in. It also holds slightly less, making the glass taller and therefore making the glass look bigger than it is. It's appealing to the customer," Stiles lifted the fluted glass to demonstrate.

Derek caught Stiles' chin in his right hand and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "You're adorable."

Stiles felt his face flush beneath Derek's hand.

At that moment Stiles' phone rang pulling Derek back.

Stiles set the glass back down and scrambled for his phone. If Lydia had just interrupted that moment, he was going to kill her.

Derek noted the slight frown on Stiles' face at the caller ID. "You okay?"

"I have to take this, it's my dad," Stiles gave an apologetic look to Derek.

"Of course," Derek waved a hand, urging Stiles to answer the call.

Stiles shot Derek a thankful smile as he put the phone to his ear.

"Dad, hey, what's up?"

"Hey, Stiles. I'm not bothering you at work, am I?" Noah asked.

"No, I don't have a class today, what's wrong?" He wasn't due tot talk to his dad until Friday night and it was only Thursday. They never called between schedule.

"Well I wanted to let you know that I have a conference in the morning. In Seattle. I just left the house and I'll be there by dinner time. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up."

"Oh, well, ummm," Stiles licked at his bottom lip. Derek was supposed to meet his friends that night. "Lydia's having a get together tonight, so maybe..."

"Perfect, I haven't seen everyone since the wedd- ummm, since, ummm-"

"It's okay, dad, you can talk about it," Stiles could just imagine the guilt on his fathers face.

"I'd love to see you and everyone else. I don't really have time in the morning otherwise I'd suggest breakfast tomorrow," Noah continued, trying to avoid the topic of the wedding.

"No, it's fine. I'd like to see you too," Stiles tossed a glance at where Derek was face timing with Erica. He wasn't ready for his dad to meet Derek.

"Great, I'll see you then," Noah's tone lifted in excitement.

"Okay, be safe."

Stiles hung up to see Derek walking towards him.

"You okay?"

"Uh, yeah," Stiles shifted from one foot to the other.

Derek raised his brows in a way that told Stiles he didn't believe him.

"My dad is on his way to town. He has a conference in Seattle tomorrow. He's gonna be at Lydia's tonight."

"I see," Derek may not be able to read people like Stiles could, but he didn't need to be a profiler to see the stress on Stiles' face. "I don't have to be there. I can just-"

"No," Stiles cut in. "I want you to meet everyone."

"You don't want me to meet your dad," Derek objected gently.

"It's not that I don't, it's just that..."

"It's so sudden?" Derek said when Stiles trailed off.

Stiles' teeth sunk into his bottom lip.

"What if we went as just friends?" Derek offered then.

"What?"

"We can pretend we're not dating. You pretended we were for my family, now I can pretend we aren't for yours," Derek shrugged.

Stiles contemplated the idea. It would be easier. He could tell Lydia not to say anything. He trusted that she wouldn't.

"It's just for one evening," Derek continued when Stiles didn't respond.

"You would do that?" Stiles frowned. He recalled Theo getting mad because he hadn't told his dad about them. He'd claimed that Stiles was ashamed to be with Theo. But that just wasn't the case.

"I want to do things on your terms. If you don't want your dad to know about us yet, I respect that. You can tell him whenever you're ready," Derek took Stiles' hands in his.

Stiles relaxed slightly, "Okay, yeah, thank you." He nodded.

Derek smiled at seeing Stiles untense some. He never wanted to be the cause of Stiles' stress.

"So glasses," Stiles turned back to the row of drinking glasses.

"I tried facetiming Erica, but she was walking into a meeting. She did agree that the fogged ones were a no go so she said to trust your judgement," Derek grinned following Stiles back to the row of glasses.

"Great, let's start by eliminating the ones we don't like and then pick from the ones we do," Stiles was back to his cheery self as he started in on the analyzing once more.

Derek struggled to keep up as he was barely paying attention. He was more focused on the way Stiles' hands flailed in excitement or the way his tongue would flick out in consideration as he pondered over a glass. He could just watch Stiles be himself forever. The fondness he felt was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The realization hit Derek then, he was in love.

*AN*
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