Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

Swipe Right On My Heart

By;
alisvolatpropiis

Mature Content Ahead

Summary:

He’s about to give up and close the app when he sees the photo. It’s hardly any different from many of the other profile pics he’s seen, and certainly more tame than some. But it sends a shiver of want through his body, followed by a shock of recognition that stuns him, that makes the world spin for a moment.

It’s so overwhelming he has to put the phone down and get up and walk around. He stalks a few laps through the loft before picking up the phone again and tapping on the pic to make it full screen.

It dawns on Derek then that if he recognizes him based on a faceless pic of his bare chest, then there’s a damn good chance he’s gonna recognize Derek’s photo, and that realization fills him with an embarrassment that borders on panic.

He takes a screenshot of the photo, then deactivates his account, deleting the app for good measure.

Work Text:

Derek glares at the unfamiliar icon on his phone, mentally cursing his younger sister. He supposes it’s his own fault for telling Cora his passcode. From there, it only took her two tries to guess his app store password, and less than twenty minutes later Derek found himself with a Tinder profile.

“I’ll leave you to it,” she had smirked, tossing the phone at him on her way out the door. “Don’t do anyone I wouldn’t do.”

Derek had refused to open the app for a good three hours after she left, even putting his phone on silent and resolutely ignoring it out of principle. But six-and-a-half wolfsbane-laced beers later, curiosity and loneliness finally get the better of him, and he finds himself tapping on the icon with a red bubble in the corner showing 64 notifications.

Cora’s words ring in his mind as he takes a look at his own Tinder profile for the first time. You might think your never-ending foul mood is endearing, Derbear, but trust me, it’s not. You need to get laid, dude, for everyone’s sake.

Sure, it’s been almost two years since he’s had sex, and even longer since he’s been with another man. And yeah, okay, sometimes he’s so pent up with repressed sexual energy that it barely takes a few strokes in the shower for him to come, gasping and biting back the name he’s aching to moan. And sure, fine, sometimes his sexual frustration manifests as an all-consuming irritation with and hatred of everything and everyone around him.

His nosy, too-damn insightful little sister is absolutely right, and Derek hates it.

Even though he’s alone, he groans in embarrassment when he sees the photo Cora used on his profile. It’s from Lydia’s birthday party a few months ago; wearing only an ugly pair of green swim shorts that he borrowed from Boyd, he's standing next to Lydia's pool and holding a plastic red cup, smiling. Actually, he remembers the exact moment: he had been laughing at something Stiles said while trying to control his lust for him. Stiles had been wearing nothing but a pair of dangerously low-slung boardshorts, and looking so good it required new feats of emotional strength for Derek to not fall to his knees at his feet and declare his undying love.

Cora had cropped out the top part of his face and centered the photo on his chest and abs, and it’s so cliché it’s painful. But, judging by the number of messages he seems to have, apparently cliché works. Ignoring the messages, he thumbs through the nearby matches, doubtful that he’ll find anyone worth his time, cringing at the neediness of it all, not to mention his own desperate thirst.

He’s about to give up and close the app when he sees the photo. It’s hardly any different from many of the other profile pics he’s seen, and certainly more tame than some. But it sends a shiver of want through his body, followed by a shock of recognition that stuns him, that makes the world spin for a moment.