A Matching Pair

celestialvoid-fanfiction:

Inspired by this post.

For Z, thank you.

               First time is an accident;

“Dude, really?” Stiles growled,
glaring across the table at his best friend who took a step back defensively.

“I’m just saying, it’s
apparently a thing that every gay guy wears a Henley,” Scott replied.

“You’re just saying that because
I was wearing one the day I told you I was bi and now I’m wearing them regularly—like
I am today—because they’re comfortable,” Stiles objected.

The conversation dropped off as
the others stepped into the loft; Erica scolding Isaac for spilling something
on her shirt while Boyd offered her a change of clothes and quietly reassured
her that it wouldn’t stain.

Derek trailed behind them,
shaking his head as he quietly sauntered over to the desk.

Scott froze, his eyes flying
open wide as he looked at the alpha, or—more specifically—at what Derek wore: a
soft grey Henley that hugged his firm body. The top few buttons were left
hanging open, revealing the patch of olive skin that covered his collarbone.

Scott turned to look at Stiles,
his jaw hanging open as he tried to subtly gesture at the man.

Stiles rolled his eyes and shook
his head.

Derek stepped over to their
side, setting down the stack of old books Deaton had given them to research the
latest supernatural threat. He paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on Stiles.
He tilted his head slightly, curiously as he looked the teen over.

“It’s unintentional,” Stiles
said, guessing Derek’s thoughts.

“It’s a good look on you,” Derek
replied.

“Thank you,” Stiles replied,
smiling at Derek before turning to glare at his friend.

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