Work Text:
"What are you doing?"
Derek presses his lips together and pulls the shower curtain shut, “Nothing.”
Stiles wipes a hand over his face and scoffs in disbelief, “Yeah. Right. Sure. I don’t even need werewolf powers to know you’re full of shit, Hale.”
Derek grins from his position against the opposite wall. ”I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m innocent.” He holds up a finger when Stiles pulls the edge of the shower curtain aside to glare at him. Derek points at him and states, rather matter-of-factly, “You can’t prove anything.”
Stiles squints at him, “Oh yeah?” His eyes rake over Derek’s body and he muses aloud, “You mean to tell me that if I were to go through your pockets right now, I wouldn’t find a cell phone with a very recent photograph of my naked ass?”
Derek nods, “Exactly.”
"Uh huh." Stiles retreats back into the shower and steps under the spray. He leans his head back and lets the hot water wash the remaining soapsuds off his body. "You do realize that I can see the outline of your cellphone through the front pocket of your jeans, right?" Stiles laughs at the sound of Derek muttering softly under his breath.
"Dammit!"