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“Uncle! Uncle! goddamn– OW! Derek I already said uncle! Tap out! Tap out!” Stiles shouted his face squished against the couch, Derek's arm wrapped around Stiles neck keeping him in a headlock making all the blood stay in the pale boy's face, his grip tight, not too tight to choke him and block his air waves but tight enough to keep him still. “Say it first” Derek adds while Stiles was kicking his feet trying to escape the older teens grip “no!” Derek raised a brow at Stiles' answer carefully tightening his grip more “no, no? Did I hear that right?” Derek leans more into Stiles putting his weight more on the other leaning his head close to the lanky teens ear that was red from the small lack of blood flow “say it again I dare you” he intimidates playfully, Stiles struggling to pull Derek's arm off his neck “ack!-- Derek I already called uncle, get off!!.”-- “Admit it!”, “Never!!”. Derek's grip got a little tighter making Stiles wheeze “okay! Okay! Superman is better than Batman now let me go, I'm gonna die!!.” Stiles exclaimed dramatically kicking his legs off the couch Derek instantly letting go pushing Stiles off the brown sofa, landing on the floor of the Hale mansion with a loud thud pulling a grunt out of the younger teenager, Stiles pushes himself onto his back with a huff breathing heavily shifting his eyes to Derek who was staring down at him with that his natural expression resting his jaw in his palm “was that so hard?’, “kiss my ass” he huffed “can’t bud I don’t swing that way” Derek said with a calm expression a teasing tone slipping through the cracks of his chill exterior.
Stiles huffs rolling his eyes grimacing when he feels Derek press his knuckles against his forehead, something he’d do to get the sheriff's son out of his head when they were hanging out– but for right now Derek was doing it out of spite to mess with the teen. “Don’t take it to heart slim Jim, right?.” Derek twitches a smile one of the rare ones Stiles doesn’t really get to see much anymore, “yeah” he says smacking away– well tried smacking the black haired males hand – Derek snatched his hand away before Stiles can, catching his skinny wrist before it hit the coffee table next to them “you and your weird speed” he mumbled while Derek released him from his hold messing with his shaved head lightly flicking his forehead afterwards “I believe a thank you is a natural thing humans say” Derek spoke pushing himself off the couch dusting himself off holding a hand out to Stiles, the lanky boy raises a brow at his friend grabbing onto it “ah yes, thank you Derek for saving my poor little hand from the oh so scary coffee table , how could I ever repay you!” Stiles spoke dramatically in the most girliest voice he could muster while Derek pulled him off the floor letting his hand go when Stiles on his feet, rolling his eyes half halfheartedly at the teens antic mocking his natural annoyance turning his back to him, Stiles didn’t miss the small shake in Derek's shoulders when he made his way into the kitchen. “You can repay me by cleaning up, you know how my mom feels about messes in the living room” Derek calls out while he disappeared behind the threshold of the cooking station of his home. Stiles glances around the room he was currently in taking in the mess, discarded popcorn kernels, a tipped over bag of a half eaten Chinese shrimp egg roll, two empty cokes and three bags of eaten spicy Doritos and a couple of tossed around pillows and blankets.
Okay, so maybe there's a bit of a mess, Hehe heh… yeah Stiles should definitely clean up. In the distance Stiles could hear the sink turn on, ah right tonight is Derek's turn to clean the dishes. Looks like Stiles could tell Derek what he wanted to share with him later. A sudden crash comes from the kitchen making Stiles turn his head quickly nearly getting whiplash feeling the muscles in his neck burn. “Derek?” Stiles calls a hint of worry dripping in his words a low string of curses coming from the kitchen “i’m okay! I just owe Laura a new mug” Der replies the sound of glass scraping against the floor. Yeah what Stiles wanted to ask can wait for later.