One More Night

Two

A/N: explicit sexual content coming up :) and yes, I did warn you that it happens pretty fast in this fic, so don't be surprised! I hope y'all enjoy this smutty mess I have created!

Erica never came home, so Derek assumed she and Boyd had made up. When he woke up on the couch the next morning after falling asleep watching Netflix, he realized he was absolutely starving. His stomach was growling, which might have been what woke him up in the first place. He groggily rolled off the couch, rubbing away the ache in his neck from where he slept on it wrong. It quickly went away after he straightened out and stood to go get a shower. He stood under the hot water for a long time, debating on what to do with his last day before classes.

First things first, putting some food in his stomach. He dressed casually after getting out of the shower, shoving his feet into his shoes and grabbing his keys before heading out to his car. Even though Erica was out of town, he stuck to his routine of getting coffee and breakfast at the diner. Only this time, he sat at the bar, since he was there alone. It was eight in the morning, but the diner was full of people. Derek slid onto the bar stool, resting his hands on the counter in front of him as he waited for someone to take his order. He stared at his phone as he waited, texting Erica to yell at her for not telling him she wasn't coming home.

"Hey, what can I get for you today?" Stiles' voice filled Derek's ears, a beautiful start to his morning. Derek looked up, meeting Stiles' eyes as the man's face suddenly lit up in recognition. "It's you! From yesterday. . . you saw that really embarrassing fall and helped me up," Stiles said, his face falling as his cheeks turned red at the memory.

Derek chuckled, putting his phone away to give Stiles his full attention. "Derek," he introduced himself, trying not to lose himself in Stiles' eyes. He wasn't sure if Stiles recognized him from high school, but it would make sense if he didn't. Derek was older and they went to a pretty big school. Not to mention, after Derek's family died, he didn't attend school as often as he should have.

"I'm Stiles," he replied, leaning forward against the counter with a grin. "Thanks, again, for yesterday. I can't believe that happened on my first day," he sighed, clearly still embarrassed by the situation. "And in front of a cute guy, I mean, it ruined my entire day." Derek realized Stiles was blatantly flirting with him and it made him nervous, which he never was. He was used to guys flirting with him, but those interactions usually ended with sex. Derek knew that this instance was very different and he wasn't really sure how to handle it.

"It happens," Derek assured him, trying to reciprocate the flirting without being too weird. He wasn't great at flirting, especially in casual situations like this.  "How are your injuries? They looked pretty deep yesterday," he wondered, curious to see if Stiles remembered the pain leaving his body.

"They don't hurt," Stiles shrugged, gesturing to the bandages on his arms. His eyes met Derek's again, an odd look on his face as if Stiles knew the truth about what Derek did yesterday. Derek knew that was impossible, but it felt like Stiles really did know something. "Anyways, sorry I'm talking your ear off. Can I get your order put in?" he changed the subject, making Derek feel slightly disappointed that they were done talking.

"Yeah, just a black coffee and a blueberry muffin," Derek told him, and Stiles smiled, turning around to get Derek's order. A few minutes later, Stiles sat a cup of steaming coffee and a muffin on the counter in front of Derek, lingering as if he still had more to say. "Thank you, Stiles," Derek said softly, taking in the sweet scent of coffee.

"No problem," Stiles answered, still hesitating to walk away, despite the rush of customers at the front counter. Derek watched him, letting his food sit there and cool as he waited for Stiles to say something else, because he sure looked like he wanted to. "Sorry if this is weird," he said finally, facing Derek, but not really meeting his eyes. "But I get off around five, if you happen to be around. . . I mean-"