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“All I ask is ifffff
This is my last night with you!
Take me by the hand and then… umm wait, oh yeah!
Hold my by the hand, so that we can do what lovers do!
What lovers do.
It matters if we win? I think?
What if I never looooove again!?”
Stiles finishes singing and then looks back at Derek in the bed beside him. Derek is giving him what Stiles is trying to patent as the “Derek Death Stare”.
“Stiles,”
“Yes, my darling?”
“Sweetheart…” Derek looks hesitant to continue so Stiles tries to change the subject.
“Wait, did you like my song to you?” Derek growls and Stiles realizes that is the subject.
“You’re an amazing drag queen!” Derek spits out the first layer in his compliment sandwich.
“You know Bruno Mars wrote that song and Adele sings it-”
“And you’ve a soaring personality!” The second layer… must be cheese.
“And I hear mostly that I should keep it that way, but-”
“But if you were given a tune in a bucket, you would drop it.” Derek finishes as Stiles wonders if this compliment sandwich is open face and maybe Derek doesn’t understand the concept of letting someone down gently. Stiles sighs.
“But am I so awful that you had to concoct a horror ending to our love story that had you burning down the entire club with a faulty flat iron before going on the lam and being a fugitive from the law from my vengeful father?”
A pregnant pause falls between the two as they stare, one marvelous and wondrous set of eyes into the other. Derek answer quickly.
“Yes.”
“And your story makes no sense because they just fixed the wiring.”
“The company was Argent Wiring.” Derek says, answer at the ready.
“Oh shit! They’ve covered every base!” Those bastards!
“Yup, Argent Global: They’re in Everything. They’re very thorough in their evil.” Derek nods knowingly. Stiles deflates and lays back against his pillow.
“But I love to sing!”
“But you shouldn’t.”
“What if I use your dick as a microphone?” Stiles ponders, leaning forward, perhaps in demonstration. Derek stops him with a warm hand on his shoulder.
“Do you normally lodge the microphone into your throat? Because that could be the cause of a lot of your issues right there.”
Stiles pretends to pontificate and shrugs, “You’ve got a point, Butchie. You’ve got a point. But how will I express my love to you through song?”
“Maybe try whispering it into my ear?”
“I can do that. I love you.” Stiles whispers softly as he pets Derek’s chest and kisses the lobe of his ear sweetly. “Is this the ear you can’t hear out of? Derek Hale I’ll love you till the day I die.”
Derek looks as Stiles suddenly, his seafoam green eyes glistening in the late afternoon sun.
“Dammit, Stiles! I love you too!” He exhales in fake exasperation, “And shit, I even love your terrible singing.” Stiles shoots up and pumps both hands in the air.
“I KNEW IT!”
“Stiles, no!”
“IFFFFFF THIS IS THE LAST NIGHT I GET TO SPEND FUCKING YOU!”
“Those aren’t even the right words!” Derek yells as Stiles stands on the bed, hopping and belting at the top of his lunds.
“Hold me by the hands like lovers do! Like lovers do!!”
“I’ve made a huge mistake.” Derek says simply before leaning forward and slapping Stiles’ bare ass. Stiles laughs and falls into Derek’s arms kissing him soundly.
“Come on, let’s take a shower,” He says, pulling Derek up and leading him to the shower. At the door, he turns and wraps himself around the wolf, kissing him again and nuzzling at his neck before whispering into his ear.
“The acoustics are amazing.”
Derek groans, but grins as he follows his love into their forever.