Lobby at Stiles' Dorm | Wednesday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Stiles' sophomore year was trucking along at a fast pace but he was still feeling the beginnings of some student fatigue. He was tired of having to read textbooks and writing essays. The fact that he knew he had two more years of this plus grad school didn't help anything. His mopey texts to Derek had progressively gotten mopier to the point where Derek actually agreed to interrupt Stiles' studying and visit in the middle of the week.

His roommate was upstairs which was why Stiles was waiting in the lobby, impatiently keeping an eye on the door for Derek.

[For the guy!]

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[robinonadderall]

"You ever worried that the hotels you've been banned from will call the other hotels and let them know about you?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"...do you think they would?" Yes. Yes, they would.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shrugged. "Who knows? You might have wanted posters in there."

[justlurkinghere]

"You get to pick up the key. I'll catch the elevator."

It was two stories, Derek.

[robinonadderall]

He laughed. "Okay, good idea. Stealthily make your way to the room."

[justlurkinghere]

"Consider it your chance to work undercover."

That made it sound seedy. And amazing.

[robinonadderall]

"I'll take my job seriously," he said, opening the door.

[justlurkinghere]

"Don't get caught!" Or run into psychotic Hales. Derek gave him a minute's head start before stealthily sneaking along like the creeper he was deep down.

Oh, dark corners. How he missed you.

[robinonadderall]

Apparently there weren't any wanted posters of Stiles around because he got a room key easily. One less thing to worry about.

He headed towards the elevators, still smiling about how ridiculous they both were.

[justlurkinghere]

"Maybe next time we should use a fake name."

Like they were having an affair. Or drug dealers.

[robinonadderall]

"You could register yourself under Derek Stilinski," he teased. "You'll have to pay in cash though."

[justlurkinghere]

"Derek Stilinski, huh?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yup," he said. "It has a nice flow."

It did not.

[justlurkinghere]

"Or I could use your real name." And spend ten minutes spelling to out. Multiple times.

[robinonadderall]

"That's not very incognito," he said, finding their room number and unlocking it. "You'll confuse both them and yourself trying to spell it."

[justlurkinghere]

"I know how to spell it." The clerk would have a harder time, though. "Okay, how about a room under John Smith."

Not suspicious at all.

[robinonadderall]

"That makes one or both of us seem like a hooker," Stiles pointed out.

[justlurkinghere]

"Both of us?" Derek asked, trying not to laugh as he placed his hands on Stiles' hips.

[robinonadderall]

"Hey, hookers could hire other hookers," Stiles said. "I don't know how they spend their money."

[justlurkinghere]

"So, who hired who?" In this scenario.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh you definitely hired me," Stiles said with a nod. "No doubt about it."

[justlurkinghere]

"And how do you figure that?"

[robinonadderall]

"'Cause you probably saw me and couldn't resist me."

[justlurkinghere]

That got a startled laugh out of Stiles.

"Oh yeah, saw you at a work event and was unable to get you out of my mind," he said, giving him a little push toward the door. "You were assaulting a straw with your mouth."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodded, pushing open the door. "And you somehow got up the courage to ask me out."