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Theo Raeken does not date. That was the first thing Stiles learned from his new roommate when he caught him looking at the football captain. “Good,” Stiles replied, “because I’m not looking for a relationship either.” That was fifteen months ago, and at that point, Stiles only wanted a place to sleep because Scott decided that his girlfriend could stay over every single night. Allison didn’t want to bother Lydia, and “Scott said you’re okay with it.” She smiled at him, and Stiles wanted to throw her and Scott out of the window. But he nodded and grinned and decided to hook up with Theo Raeken because Theo Raeken does not date.
Turns out that’s a lie. He was more than willing to date Stiles and wooed him quite aggressively. Not that Stiles is complaining. Theo is the best boyfriend he’s ever had; even though he doesn’t have a lot of people to compare him to. In fact, Theo is his first boyfriend, and the one relationship he had was with a girl that refused to accept the end of their relationship. So, Stiles packed up his shit and transferred to a better university.
And now he’s sitting in his boyfriend’s car on the day of their first anniversary. “How long do we have to drive?” He’s not the biggest fan of surprises, and he’s itching to pull the blindfold off.
“Not much longer.” Theo squeezes his thigh.
“You said that forever ago,” Stiles informs him, carefully feeling for his cup of coffee. It’s too early to leave the house without caffeine, and as much as he enjoys blindfolds in their bedroom, right now, it’s more than a little annoying.
Theo chuckles. “You’re just too impatient.”
“No,” Stiles mutters, shoulders sagging in relief when his fingers finally curl around that wonderfully warm cup, “you are just an insane person. Not everyone gets up at 4.30 am to work out.”
“That’s rich coming from the guy who slept eight hours this week.”
Stiles furrows his brows and swats in the general direction of Theo.
“Hey, I’m driving.” Theo catches his hand with ease and kisses his knuckles. Chuckling, he intertwines their fingers. The car slows a little, probably because Theo only has one hand on the steering wheel. Funny, really, considering that he didn’t even slow down when Stiles was giving him road head; well, not in the beginning at least.
Smirking at the memory, Stiles sinks deeper into the passenger’s seat. He sips on his coffee and closes his eyes. “I’m bored,” he mumbles into his drink.
“Baby, please.” Theo squeezes his hand then lets go of him. Only a moment later, the tictictic of the blinker disrupts the silence of the early morning. Theo slows, turns, and then stops. Is this a red light or their destination? There’s no way Stiles is going to figure out where they’re going. He’s tried for the past… what, hour? There are a lot of places they could go to. The ocean. Santa Monica? They talked about going there a while ago. It would help if Stiles at least knew which direction Theo was driving in but—
Stiles leans towards the window. “Is that a plane? Are we going to the airport? Why are we going to the airport?” It wouldn’t be the first time Theo decided on a spontaneous trip to another place. But Stiles didn’t bring shit, and they both have classes on Monday. The holiday season is coming up. Theo knows better than to spring stuff like this on him — and if he decided on a weekend trip, he usually drives them there. He’s not big on planes.
There’s a click that sounds suspiciously like a seatbelt. Theo brushes his knuckles over Stiles’ cheek then pulls the blindfold off. It’s still dark out, so they didn’t drive for too long, but the light in the car is on. Theo smiles, placing a crooked finger under Stiles’ chin. This isn’t exactly an answer to any of his questions. Neither is Theo leaning in to kiss him. “Have I ever told you how comfortable I’m with you?”
Stiles blinks and pulls away. “What?” He doesn’t trust this, not even a little bit.
“I’m so comfortable with you.” Theo brushes his thumb over Stiles’ jaw. His smile softens in a way that’s almost a little scary. “And in love with you.” Okay, okay. That’s territory Stiles is familiar with. They’ve said those three magic worlds three months into their relationship. He’s not regretted them once. “Fuck, you turn me on so much.” Theo moves his hand from his chin to the nape of Stiles’ neck and leans their foreheads together. This is new. Theo throws stuff like that around occasionally, but this monologue? That’s not… that’s not something Theo usually does. So why is he doing this now? “But like, I also wanna make you pancakes.”
Your pancakes suck. Stiles wants to tell him. He really does, but the words get stuck in his throat, and all he can really do is stare at Theo. What the fuck?
“And take you to meet my family.” Family. Family? Theo avoids his family like the plague. After meeting Stiles’ dad for the first time, he told him that Stiles doesn’t need to expect to meet the Raekens anytime soon. He only shows up at his parents' place when his mother threatens to cut him off. Apparently, they’re all judgmental shitheads who have nothing better to do than to belittle everything Theo does.
Grinning, Theo nudges their noses together. “But then fuck you in the car before we go because you look really hot.”
Stiles snorts out a laugh. “What— why are you telling me this? What did you do?”
“Well, you mentioned how much you’re missing your grandparents.”
“Theodore, what did you do?” Stiles sets the cup of coffee down and leans back to study his boyfriend’s expression. He knew he’d not just say all those things without a reason.
Theo checks his phone. “I invited you grandparents.”
“Invited—“
“Their plane lands in five minutes.”
“Five—“ Stiles cuts himself off, staring at Theo. This isn’t a joke. Stiles knows this is not a joke because Theo would never joke about something like that. “Five minutes,” he breathes, and it finally sinks in. His grandparents are arriving any second. His grandparents. “Theo, I—“ have no idea what to say? Because he doesn’t. Not at all.
Smiling, Theo unfastens Stiles’ seatbelt. “I love you too. Now, Terminal eight.”
“What do you mean terminal eight?” Stiles boxes Theo’s shoulder and gestures in the direction of the airport. “You’re coming with me. Let’s go. Come on. Let’s go.” Stiles can’t stop grinning as he slips out of the car, not when he grabs Theo’s hand and pulls him along, and especially not when his babcia tells him very quietly that Theo might just be his ‘the one’.