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!]

Comments

[justlurkinghere]

He was just asking for tender, soulful lovemaking. God help him.

Derek smiled, looking down at the table. "I think we can manage that."

[robinonadderall]

Eye to eye contact the entire time, Lana Del Rey playing on one of their phones...

"Good," he said with a small smile. "'Cause I really need it."

[justlurkinghere]

Probably some mood lighting. Somehow.

"I can stay longer if you want too."

[robinonadderall]

"I'll be okay," Stiles said, trying to catch the eye of a waitress so they could order. "I just need a little break."

[justlurkinghere]

"And pancakes," Derek agreed, smiling at the waitress to hurry her up. He was not above using his looks for food.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles couldn't really get jealous about that when it got them results. As soon as the waitress came up he ordered a huge stack of pancakes covered in strawberries and whipped cream.

He had needs, okay?

[justlurkinghere]

And Derek, of course, ordered more than strictly plausible. For leftovers.

Yes.

"You're going to get diabetes."

[robinonadderall]

"Will not." At least not anytime soon. "Leave me be, I want sugar."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek snorted, leaning back in his seat to bump Stiles' foot with his own. "I'll remember that when you're old."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles stuck his tongue out at Derek. 'Cause that was mature.

[justlurkinghere]

So mature!

"Diabetes."

[robinonadderall]

"You can give me my insulin shots."

[justlurkinghere]

"How romantic. Giving you shots when you're old and wrinkly," Derek replied with a grin.

[robinonadderall]

"You'll love it," he joked, moving his drink out of the way when he saw the food coming. "You can be my naughty nurse."

[justlurkinghere]

"Naughty nurse?" Derek asked with a laugh, continuing his trend of causing the poor waitress to stumble a little and turn red as he put their food down on the table.

After she fled, Derek gave Stiles a look. "You did that on purpose."

[robinonadderall]

"Would I do a thing like that?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"Yes. Repeatedly."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shrugged innocently before digging into his pancakes. "I'm sure she appreciated picturing you as a naughty nurse."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm keeping the phone number she leaves on the check," Derek shot back, stabbing into a slice of ham with his fork.

[robinonadderall]

"Just in case this thing we've got going falls through?" he teased.

[justlurkinghere]

They were terrible people. "It's good to have a back up."

[robinonadderall]

"I mean, I can go to the hotel by myself if you'd rather talk to her," he said, trying to keep a straight face.

[justlurkinghere]

"But where will I stay?" Derek asked, pretending to think it over as he reached over to steal some of Stiles' pancake.

[robinonadderall]

"Hey!" Stiles said, slapping at Derek's hand. "You have your own food!"

[justlurkinghere]

Rude! "That you can have too."