Derek bit his lip, squirming in the passenger seat of Stiles’ jeep. He knew he had to ask him. In his head, the conversation had run perfectly with Derek communicating proper words and everything, but now that he was here, having to actually say those words…
“Out with it,” Stiles said, cutting the engine and turning bodily to face Derek. “I’ve known you since you were five. Don’t you think for one second I can’t read you like a book.”
Derek took a deep breath, nodding, because that was exactly why he was asking Stiles, wasn’t it? Because out of everyone he knew, Stiles was the only one Derek felt comfortable enough around to see himself letting go for. Presenting for. The thought alone was making him wet, and Derek rolled down the window, before his stupid omega pheremones could stink out the whole car.
“My…my first heat is coming up,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut, like that would make the embarrassment of the whole thing go away. “And I was just wondering if you could maybe…help me before, you know, it happens.”