Teen Wolf One-Shots

Steo ~ ...Don't be rude

STEO,
First One-Shots about another ship (of mine). Hope you like it!

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Theo's POV.

"Thanks again for the ride, Theo." Stiles says for the fourth time since I started the car.

"I told you it was okay. It's not any of our faults that your shi- your car doesn't work. You're lucky I had to stay a little longer for maths. You would have had to walk." I laugh.

Stiles's car broke down in the parking of the school. When I saw him, I asked if he needed help and he asked me for a ride back home. I said yes, even after what happened between us. All I'm thinking while driving is that specific night.

FLASHBACK

We are waiting in Stiles' jeep for now 30 minutes. Scott left Donovan's body in the clinic and we have to check on him. Stiles was tired to wait inside and thought the person wouldn't show himself if we were inside, and he placed his phone in the room, so we could watch it with my phone, from his car. We got to his jeep and now we're waiting. We are so tired, no one is talking or anything is happening.

I'm taking that time to think about things. More seriously about... Stiles. Last time we had spend time together, was in fourth grade. It's been a really long time. He changed, for the best. Younger he was smaller than me, had shorter hair and he liked zombies video games. Now, he's taller than me, has really cute hair always perfec- okay lets stay in our way, and likes to resolve supernatural creatures questions and murders. He still has those shinny hazel eyes, this sarcasm and his perfect body... I should stop here...

I wonder what he thinks of me now?

"Are you okay, Theo?" He asks, and I immediately realize I'm sweating.

"Yeah. I don't know what's happening. Probably not much." I relax a little, but when he leans his head to look at my face, that is probably red, I hold my breath.

"You sure? You look kinda red." He insists, and then presses his hand on my forehead.

"I told you, I'm okay." I reject his hand and sit back in my seat. He goes back in his and mumble under his breath, but with my werewolf ears, I hear him.

"I just wanted to help. Don't be rude." He said.

He moves in his seat, trying to find a right way to sleep. After maybe 5 or 10 minutes, he stops and sighs.

2 hours after, it's now 1 in the morning. I didn't close my eyes since we hopped in the car, I don't want anything to happen to Stiles. He is asleep, but still moves in all the ways.

"I didn't! It's not my fault!" He then screams out his throat.

"Hey, Stiles I'm here. Stiles!! Wake up!" I try to wake him up, but I don't touch him, too afraid I'd hurt him.

He stops screaming, but his face still makes those weird expressions. The harder is that I can't help him, I could but I don't know how.

About an hour after, the same thing happens, but this time, I take his hand in mine and he just stops. He stops talking, moving, his face looks calm. His breathing is back to normal. How...?

"Theo..." He whispers, but very silently.

"Hey, go back to sleep. Nothing happene-"

"Thanks."

"For what?" I question him.

"Your hand is soft, it fits perfect-"

"Stiles. Go back to sleep. You're tired, you're saying anything." I say, before he presses my hand, and goes back to his dreams.

And now I can say that all those cheesy, girly stories are real. You really have butterflies in your stomach.

END FLASHBACK

Anyways. I wasn't going to tell him. Oh, no, I wasn't. I would be the idiotic person to do this. Stiles would just jump out the car and never talk to me again. But I really want to touch him again, even for a second. Even if it's just a brush of the shoulders, I would take it. This electric contact is what I need.

I take a look at him, he is wearing a gray shirt, with a green and blue flannel, some jeans and black vans. He's really cute.

His hands, who I would take in mine, are laying on his thigh. While looking outside, on the road, he hums the song passing on the radio. I look back at the road, placing the hand I'm not using, on my own thigh. Seconds after, the same butterflies as last time are back. How could-

His hand is on mine. I quickly turn my head to his, and he smiles to me, blushing. I interlock our fingers, and smile. Minutes later, I park my car in his entry and he hopes out, says bye and closes the door.

Stiles' POV. (night)

Our hands fitted perfectly together. I just don't know what to do. I like him, a lot. But I don't know if he was just being nice or if he really did appreciated it. I remember in fourth grade, he was taller than me and was always mocking me. Now I'm taller and it's pretty funny. What if he tells all the school that I hold his hand... He's not even gay. I don't know if he is, he never told us, but he doesn't look gay. Is there even a look for gay people. No, but even my dad said I couldn't be gay in the way I act and my clothes. But look at me, I am. I'll let myself the night to think. Like they says, it's better to sleep on it.

Theo's POV. (morning)

I just arrived in the Stilinski's entry  and Stiles is out the house. He hopes in my car, and I don't even have the time to salute him that he kisses me. He kissed me. He places his hands on my jaw, cupping my face. And I start to move my lips on his. My hands travel to his waist and pull him closer. We seperate for not even a second to get fresh air, but get back to it. I deepen the kiss as my tongue plays with his lips. After, we start a little dance and continue for a little. When we stop, he smiled and blushed.

"Good morning." We both laugh.

"Does that mean... We are something...?" He asks, a little shy.

"Yeah, totally." I kiss him a last time and drive to school.

We finally arrive at school, we tell all the group that we are together and after we go to our classes.