Shifts (Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles)

No, if he’s really honest with himself, these thoughts, these urges, they started long before Danny. Danny just got him thinking – what would it be like. Even if Danny never answered him, never said yes or no to whether he was attractive enough to be gay, that didn’t stop him from thinking about it. He knows it’s a dangerous road of thought to go down but he can’t stop himself.

He’s used to rejection. He’s been chasing Lydia for years. She always says no and that’s okay. Lydia is safe. She has no interest in him, so there’s no chance he’d ever actually have to go through with anything, never have to get his heart crushed. He’s used to not being wanted, but suddenly, now, he’s actually afraid of it. More than afraid, terrified.

It’s just a joke. A stupid joke, meant to relieve some of the tension in the room once Danny leaves. Derek’s mad at him. Derek is always mad at him. The words just blurt out. He’s used to that, used to his mind going out of control on him and then his mouth following after.

“If you’re looking for a conciliatory blowjob, the expert on that just left.”

Derek’s eyes bore into him, so hard that Stiles expects to see little blue dots on his clothing like laser pointers. “What?” He’s not sure if Derek’s tone is angry or something else.

“Never mind,” he says instead and prays to whatever God or gods might be out there that just this once Derek’s super wolf hearing had actually missed what he’d said.

He is not that lucky. “Did you just offer to blow me?”