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As they walked to the locker room, unhindered because the classes were still going, Derek pulled at his drying shirt.

"Hey, do you mind if I take a quick shower before we go? I don't know if you should with that nose." If it was okay to get a shower even though Stiles looked like he needed one.

Stiles was so baffled and out of his depths that he even forgot to protest to the nurse's "suggestions" and followed Derek in a daze. Maybe it was the blood loss... It had to be, but it seemed some did stay in his body, because his cheeks made a weak attempt at turning red from imagining Derek taking a shower. Which was such a bad idea to think about right now! Luckily, the ice-pack and the bruising covered most of that blush.

"Nah... it's okay, man. I should probably take one too... A cold one. That... that should be okay with my nose and washing down all the blood," he hurried to explain then cursed inwardly and rather moved towards his locker.

No one else was there aside from them and in a couple of minutes Derek Hale was going to be back with his stuff and be... very naked next to him......... Fuck his life!

Stiles figured that if he used the few precious minutes until he was joined in the showers, he could maybe finish with a quick clean up before being so... defenseless and very naked around the basketball captain himself. Ugh... seriously... What did he do against the Universe for putting him into such a situation – and providing him with new jerking off material for later?

He was so lost in his thoughts that he began dragging off his bloody clothes in front of his locker without a care and quickly got his towel wrapped around his middle as he fetched his shower gel. He didn't dare to check his face in the mirror yet, so he rather focused on getting under the water.

"FUCK! COLD!" he whined, his voice echoing in the empty shower as he carefully but quickly began cleaning his goose bumped body, which was pale and mole-dotted and lanky yet thanks to lacrosse, Stiles also had some nicely toned muscles. He was most proud of his abs where his six-pack was finally starting to show! Well, they better after all the blood, sweat and tears...

Derek pretty much ran back to the lockers of the basketball team, so his racing heart wouldn't be so weird. What was he even thinking, offering to shower all chill-like? Because that meant he was going to be naked with Stiles Stilinski… With guys from the team it was different. But... he really needed a shower though, yuck. Grabbing his clothes and his backpack, he rushed back to the P.E. shower room where Stiles was already suffering the coldness – the curses echoed.

Scrambling for his bottle of shower gel, Derek undressed, giving half a glance to the bloody clothes on the floor. Maybe if they put those in a towel, it wouldn't be such a mess to stuff in a bag. Putting his clothes out, he took his towel and gel with him, seeing Stiles scrubbing at the blood with the cold water. The sight of the nose now that it wasn't covered by the ice pack made the older boy make a face.

 "That's going to be horrible tomorrow."

A plus remark, right? He could pretend like his eyes hadn't dropped as he attempted to set the temperature of his shower to something decent. Just two teens taking a shower together after sports, no big deal. Good thing Stilinski wasn't on his team, it would have been a big deal weekly. And it wasn't as if he couldn't smell it on the human, the interest. It was a guy thing, they all had interest like a lot of times. He turned to the tiled wall to let the water run over him, soaking his sweaty hair, pretending like he didn't feel the eyes on him.

Oh god, oh god… Keep it cool. Just keep it cool! This is totally normal. Two guys taking a shower after practice… Totally cool! Nothing to see here…

Oh boy, how wrong Stiles was! There was a lot to see and no matter how hard he tried, his curious whiskey-brown eyes did steal a few shy glances of the naked Hale. And it was... unfair how perfect he was! Like a young model. Ancient sculptors would be crying for a chance to have Derek as their muse or something. And weird thoughts! Why? Why did Stiles have to endure this too on top of the throbbing pain and starting headache?

He had to look away from all that enticing tanned skin adorned with drops of water, the ropes of lean muscles moving with each move and god... what Stiles had accidentally managed to take a glimpse of between the strong thighs... well, it made his own twitch with interest. So he stood back under the cold water, gasping for air but grateful for the distraction.

Stiles knew it was quite normal for his hormone-fueled teenage body to react to the closeness of his object of desire, but not even the pain and headache could stop him from wishing it was later in his room when he'd be touching himself thinking back on this scene.

Grateful for the distraction, Derek peered at the other boy as he lathered himself up with the shower gel. Stiles had been hiding a lot under those loose shirts and plaids. Slender and thin, sure, but there were muscles coiling at the biceps and stomach area. It was hard to get all muscular when they were growing boys but Derek's sport and the constant running around because of what he was combined with working out had developed his body, just like the guys on the swim team.

During his ogling, Stiles nearly forgot to reply to Derek's... well, kinda offensive(?) remark. Not that Stiles thought that after all the nice and caring behavior he'd try to offend him on purpose. So he just shrugged and quickly closed the tap now that he was more or less clean. He just had to concentrate on not slipping now.

"It's horrible right now too. Darth Vader had to feel like this with each breath," he babbled while putting his towel around his waist. Great, just make yourself come off as an even bigger weird geek, Stiles scolded himself as he began retreating carefully, eyes strictly averted from the other teen's body. "I had worse," he added like an afterthought. Because he had. Broken bones for example.

"Yeah, Darth Vader's completely burned face must have been exactly like a bruised nose."

Ignoring that comment, Stiles was focused on putting his regular clothes back on as fast as possible. At least he had no blood over him now and his nose didn't start to bleed again during the shower. Though, it'd have been funny if like in those Japanese animes the wads would've been pushed out by a fountain of blood seeing Derek Hale so hot and very naked a few feet away from him.

"Yo, you really don't have to chaperone me. I'm no damsel in distress, I can probably drive home on my own..." he tried once more to talk Derek down from his heroic plan of driving him home. But a part of him wanted it. Quite a bit.

Rinsing the shampoo quickly since Stiles has already moved back to the lockers, Derek roughly dried himself while following, not even bothering with tying the towel around his waist.

"I'm driving you home. I know my car isn't as edgy as your jeep but it's not that bad." It wasn't as impressive as Laura's Camaro or Whittemore's Porsche, but it was a fairly new Buick, only a year old and it was black so he had been happy with it. Stiles' car was an old piece of crap, something Derek knew he shouldn't be saying out loud.

"Unless you hate the idea of hanging out with me. Then I'll just drop you off." This was the second... third time Stiles was set on ditching Derek and he could take the hint, alright? "You can say it, you know... You don't like me, you make that very clear." A little angrily Derek pulled on his boxers along with his jeans. "And you know what? You're the ass here when I'm trying to be nice when it was an accident. Making jokes about asking old women out? You deserved that ball!"

And just like that Stiles' little fantasies were crushed. What was Derek's problem? In one moment he was this nice caring guy then in the next he was that stereotype jock jerk all pissed and telling him that he deserved the ball in the face?! Getting angry himself, Stiles wrapped his bloody clothes into his damp towel and tossed the bundle into his sports bag, slamming his locker closed before facing Derek.

"You know what? Don't bother. I'll be fine on my own, like always," he spit back with a bitter taste in his mouth as he picked up his bags and pressing the ice pack against his nose stormed out of the locker room, fuming silently and disappointed for letting his hopes get kinda high. At least not fully because the crash back down would've been even more painful.

He was so distracted by beating himself up, that he didn't even realize until he was already by his Jeep that the nurse's paper was left in Derek's pocket.

"Fuck!" he kicked the front tire. "Ow, ow, ow..." he jumped a bit on one leg. A broken toe would be just perfect after all this. But once he threw his bags onto the backseat through the rolled down window and moved his toes, they seemed to be okay enough. So with that he slumped against the car with his back and slid down until he was sitting on the concrete with his back against the same tire he just kicked.

He pulled his legs up and pressed the pack back to his swollen nose, his other slightly shaking hand reaching up to rub his forehead then mess his hair up even more as he was running his fingers back and forth in it.

Congratulations, Stilinski! You just blew your only chance to communicate with and be around Derek Hale. But what did he expect? That they'd become buddies? That Derek will magically start liking him... like THAT too? Stiles knew Derek used to have that talented cellist girl, Paige as a girlfriend for a while. Sure, lately Stiles hasn't seen him with any girl (not that there wouldn't be volunteers since the Hale was a dreamy guy). But he never saw him with boys either. Knowing Stiles' luck, Derek would be outright disgusted if he knew about Stiles’ stupid crush on him...

Why can't anything work out for him in the love department? Why did he have to go through all these stupid teenage clichés?

Sure, a couple of years back he kinda had Heather as his first girlfriend but she was more interested in losing her virginity with Stiles. Which was awkwaaaard, to say the least. Stiles nearly fucked that up too and yes, they had sex one more time, but after that Heather had left him for some other, more popular guy and they never talked again and tried to avoid each other on the corridors. And then there was Malia last year but they were just fooling around a few times, neither had their hearts in it. It was good for the couple of months while it lasted, though.

And then Stiles' stupid heart had to choose again and make those telltale skips whenever he saw the popular basketball captain, making him realize that yeah, his liking of boys too wasn't just a phase. Since it's been going on for nearly a year now. And if today was anything to go by, it was never going to happen so he might just give up on it all together, right?

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