Stiles leans against the cool brick wall, trying to catch his breath. The summer night air is hot, almost suffocating, but it’s a mild relief compared to the tension thrumming between him and Derek. They’ve been dancing around this for months, a slow burn that neither of them dared to ignite.
Derek stands a few feet away, his gaze intense as always, but tonight, there’s something more—something darker, more determined. The streetlamp above casts a soft glow, tinting the world in shades of pigeon gray, a muted color that somehow makes Derek’s eyes seem even more vivid.
“Why are we doing this?” Stiles finally asks, his voice a little rough around the edges.
“Doing what?” Derek’s voice is low, almost a growl, sending shivers down Stiles’ spine despite the heat.
“This... us, whatever this is,” Stiles gestures between them, feeling the weight of everything unsaid.
Derek steps closer, the space between them shrinking to nothing. “Because,” he says, his voice a mix of frustration and something else, something softer. “It’s too hot to keep pretending.”
Stiles doesn’t get a chance to reply before Derek’s lips are on his, the kiss searing and yet somehow still mild, like they’re both holding back. But for how long?
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Hot Summer Tension (Stiles/Derek, 205 words)
Date: 2024-08-21 01:13 am (UTC)Derek stands a few feet away, his gaze intense as always, but tonight, there’s something more—something darker, more determined. The streetlamp above casts a soft glow, tinting the world in shades of pigeon gray, a muted color that somehow makes Derek’s eyes seem even more vivid.
“Why are we doing this?” Stiles finally asks, his voice a little rough around the edges.
“Doing what?” Derek’s voice is low, almost a growl, sending shivers down Stiles’ spine despite the heat.
“This... us, whatever this is,” Stiles gestures between them, feeling the weight of everything unsaid.
Derek steps closer, the space between them shrinking to nothing. “Because,” he says, his voice a mix of frustration and something else, something softer. “It’s too hot to keep pretending.”
Stiles doesn’t get a chance to reply before Derek’s lips are on his, the kiss searing and yet somehow still mild, like they’re both holding back. But for how long?