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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi, F/F
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent/Lydia_Martin
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Jackson_Whittemore, Peter
      Hale
  Additional Tags:
      AU, Alternate_Universe, Gay_Club, Queer_as_Folk, virgin!stiles,
      Slut!Derek, sterek
  Series:
      Part 1 of Queer_as_Hills
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-06 Updated: 2013-06-08 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4681
****** Queer as Hills ******
by elliottlukas
Summary
     -Queer as Folk AU-
     Derek is the hottest guy in Beacon Hills. He's had everyone,
     sometimes twice. Him and his friends, Scott, Jackson, and Peter are
     out at the local gay club 'Jungle' when Derek spots a fresh young
     piece of meat. He sees Stiles, and he wants him.
Notes
     Queer as folk AU.
     peter and derek aren't related.
     ~I do not own Teen Wolf or Queer as Folk or any of the characters or
     spoken lines.~
     Enjoy!
***** 1 *****
The thing you need to know is, it’s all about sex. It’s true; they say men
think about sex every twenty-eight seconds. Of course that’s straight men, with
gay men it’s every nine. You can be anywhere, the grocery store, the gym, or
buying a new shirt and suddenly you find yourself checking out some hot guy,
hotter than the guy you saw last weekend, or the guy you fucked the night
before. Which explains why we’re all at Jungle instead of in bed at 2am. But
really, who wants to be in bed at home alone, when you could be here knowing
that at any moment, you might see him; the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.
That is, until tomorrow night.
                                  ///////////

“When did 70’s night become 80’s night?” Jackson yelled over the thumpa-thumpa
of the music blaring throughout the club.
“I remember this song from highschool,” Peter said, “talk about feeling
ancient,”
Jackson leaned over, “Speak for yourself, Pete, I was a mere child,” he
finished his drink and slammed it on the counter. He wrapped an arm around
Scott’s shoulder, as a think piece of man meat walked by, “Have you ever seen
something so beautiful?” He asked, rhetorically.
peter was dazed, “Venice,” he paused, “at sunset,”
Jackson chuckled, “alright, well you can go down the grand canal and I’ll go
down on him,” he twirled himself around and walked straight after his target.
It’s all about sex. Except when you’re actually doing it, then it’s ‘will he
stay’, ‘will he go’, ‘how am I doing’, ‘what am I doing’? Unless, of course,
you’re Derek Hale. Then it’s ‘who gives a fuck what you think, you’re lucky to
have me’.
Derek stumbled into the back room, dragging some nameless by his belt. It smelt
of sex and booze, but it was a regular stench. The cum was dried to the floor
and walls, and the blacklight really made it show. Although, they do scrape the
crispy jizz off of the floor at the end of every night. So I guess it isn’t
really that unsanitary. Even if it were, nobody would care, it’s a place to
fuck and be fucked. That’s good enough for everyone.
Scott spotted Derek and leaned over to Peter, “Hey Pete, do you wanna’ go?”
He slurped his drink through a straw, “I suppose so, it’s not like I’m going to
get laid,” His lips found the straw again and sucked up the last few dribbles
of liquor from the bottom of the glass.
“I’m going to go get Derek,” he said as he was already half walking away
through the crowd.
Scott pushed his way through the twosomes, threesomes, and foursomes looking
for Derek. The Black light made everything blue, it was hard to tell anyone
apart. Then he heard it, that classic Derek Hale moan. He’d heard it plenty of
times when he was looking for him in the back room. Everyone was always ready
to leave, but Derek always needed that extra ten minutes. Just one more orgasm.
Just one more fuck.
Scott threw his hand onto derek’s shoulder, “Come on, we’re leaving,”
Derek threw his head towards scott, “I’m a little busy,” he gestured to the man
on his knees , his head bobbing. “It won’t take long, don’t worry,”
Scott crossed his arms, “Fine, but we’re leaving in 5 minutes with or without
you,”
                                  ///////////

Peter and Jackson stood at the corner of the road, keeping their eyes peeled
for Scott and Derek. “I’m calling him,” peter said impatiently, and heard a
ringing just to the right of them. Of course, Scott’s alone. “How long is this
one going to take?” Pete asked, “I have to work in the morning for fucks sake,”
“He said he’d be right out,” Scott told them, well knowing that he would not.
Jackson rolled his eyes, “we’ve all heard that one before, Scott,”
“he gets to party all night and you get to drive him home, what kind of a deal
is that?” Peter said.
Scott gave them a stern look, “Guys, seriously, it’s fine,”
jackson’s eyes shot towards a big burly man, with a great ass, who was staring
directly at Scott. “Don’t look now, honey, but I think you’ve got a cruiser,”
scott followed his eyes and shuddered, “that creep’s been trying to get with me
all night”
“Ah, playing hard to get,” Jackson said, “always works for me.”
“I’m not playing, I’m just not interested,”
Jackson raised his brows, “You sure? Check out that bubble butt, and that
basket? There’s enough in there for the big bad wolf,”
“There’s more to a guy than his cock size!” Scott scolded, “or his perfectly
shaped ass,”
Peter gave a faint laugh, “which is why you read all those comic books, right?
For the plot?”
“Just leave it alone, I told you I’m not interested in him.”
“Well maybe you should be!” Peter encouraged, “show a certain someone that he’s
not the only one that can score.”
                                  ///////////

Stiles stood in the middle of the sidewalk, stunned at how many queers there
were. He’d never seen so many in one place, let alone seen so many. See, Beacon
Hills isn’t the biggest town, but it is big enough to have a queer street.
However, the rest of the city isn’t too gay friendly. Sick of his homophobic
peers, he wanted to find himself in a place he could be Stiles. Somewhere where
he isn’t an outcast. But even on Liberty Avenue he was a minority. Still
underage, men looked at him as if he was in a bar when he should be in daycare.
He pulled the cigarette from behind his ear and slipped it between his baby
pink lips, lit it, and crossed the street into a whole new planet.
Stiles tapped a man on the shoulder, “Excuse me, do you know a good place to
go?”
The man looked him up and down, “Depends what you like. Why don’t you save
yourself the trouble and just come home with me,” he wrapped his arms around
Stiles’ neck and grinned.
Stiles jerked away, “no thanks,”
The man ruffled stiles’ buzzcut, “go home to your mommy, little boy,”
Discouraged, Stiles trudged down the street hoping to find somewhere or
something that caught his eye.
                                   /////////

Derek jumped down the stairs of the club entrance and clung onto Scott, “I got
bored,”
“So that’s why it was so quick,” peter stated.
Jackson was fed up, “getting your dick sucked can be so tedious, am I right
Der?” Derek was distracted, infatuated, “Derek?”
He walked through the thick smoke, staring hard at the man in the blue plaid
across the street. He had a buzzcut, and while that wasn’t Derek’s usual type,
there’s a first time for everything.
“How’s it going?” Derek asked the young man, “had a busy night?”
“Just checking out the bars, you know, boytoy, meathook,”
“meathook?” Derek gave a grin, “so you’re into leather?”
He was caught off guard, “sure, if you want”
Derek licked his lips subtly, “Where you headed?”
“Nowhere special,”
“I can change that,”
They walked over to Derek’s Camaro, which Scott was supposed to drive everyone
home in, and took off.
Scott yelled at them, “thanks a lot, asshole!” He pulled out his phone and
called a cab, hoping it wouldn’t take too long. He was exhausted and just
wanted to go to bed.
“little red and her big basket is watching you again, stud,” Jackson joked.
Scott walked up to the burly man, “Go find someone else to stalk, I’m not
interested, you’d think you could take the hint!” Their cab pulled up and they
got in, leaving without another word to mister bubble butt.
                                   ////////

Derek threw open the door to his loft, and chucked his jacket to the far couch.
“Coming in?” He asked as he walked to the fridge.
Stiles looked at the loft like it was a palace, “Huh? Oh, yeah.” He walked
slowly through the foyer, before Derek told him to shut the door behind him.
Stiles turned around, gripped the handle to the sliding door, took a deep
breath and slammed it shut.
Derek pulled his shirt over his head, and dropped it to the floor. He sipped at
a bottle of water as Stiles took it all in.
“This is a really,” Stiles paused and smiled, “nice place.”
Derek emptied the bottle of water over his face and hair and it drizzled down
his toned body. He shook his hair, getting rid of excess water, and gazed at
stiles seductively.
“I like your kitchen,” Stiles said awkwardly, not sure what to do.
“Do you like special K?” Derek asked, yanking off his shoes.
Stiles shrugged, “It’s okay. I like cheerios better,”
Derek laughed, “I don’t mean the kind you eat with bananas,” he shoved a hand
into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of powder, “my dealer cooks this up
special just for me,”
Stiles was taken aback, “I-I’m allergic to a lot of drugs. The doctor gave me
penicillin once and it almost killed me. Oh and Tylenol,”
Derek raised one brow, “Tylenol? You can’t be allergic to Tylenol, that’s what
they give you when you’re allergic to everything else,” he unbuttoned his
jeans, showing a pair of red boxers that accentuated his cock.
Stiles snapped his fingers, “Codein! Codein is the worst. It makes me have
diarrhea and vomit uncontrollably.”
Derek took off his black jeans, revealing his muscled legs, “well let’s make
sure to keep that one on the top shelf, out of reach,” he dropped his boxers
and stiles stared at his cock. “So are you coming or going? Or coming and then
going? Or coming and staying?”
Stiles hesitantly took off his jacket and walked up to Derek’s naked body.
Derek fondled with Stiles’ buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and rubbed
his half hard cock as he smashed their lips together. Blood filled Stiles’ dick
and it was hard as a rock now, as Derek stroked it, and stuck his hot tongue in
his mouth exploring it like a cave. Their tongues entwined and Stiles gasped as
Derek jerked him. Stiles had never experienced anything like this.
                                   /////////

Tires screeched as the cab stopped in front of their apartment. “Thanks,” scott
said, “keep the change,”
Another pair of tires screeched down the road, and to his despair, scott saw
the burly man from the club. “What a freak, following us here after I told him
straight up ‘No’!”
“Scott, when was the last time you got laid?” Jackson questioned and scott
shrugged his shoulders, “ exactly, if you can’t remember, then it’s time,” he
gave scott a pat on the back, “now go let our guest in, while I make sure none
of my boxers are lying around,”
Scott gave an unenthused smile. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe he’d even
actually enjoy himself. After all, he literally can’t remember the last time he
had a good fucking. He waved the mysterious burly man over, looking forward to
inviting him inside.
                                    ///////

Derek straddled Stiles, rubbing his cock, watching his face contort and
listening to his soft moans. “don’t cum yet,” Derek demanded.
“I’ll try,” said Stiles as he bit his lower lip.
Derek tilted his head, “so, what do you like to do?”
“Do?” Stiles paused, “I don’t know, watch TV, play tomb raider,”
Derek shook his head, “I mean in bed,”
Surprised, Stiles smiled stupidly, “Oh, this is fine really,”
“Are you a top?” Derek asked, “or a bottom?”
Stiles was so confused, what did any of this mean? “top….and bottom,”
Derek nodded, “You’re versatile then?” he tongued his lip, “do you like to
rim?”
Stiles told him what he wanted to hear, “sure, I love it,”
Derek stopped stroking his cock, “Great,” he leaned in, “Go to it, then,”
Stiles stared blankly at Derek, “um, what exactly do you mean?”
A harsh chuckle was interrupted by his ringing cellphone, he went back to
jerking Stiles off and picked up his phone with the other.
“yeah. What do you mean? When did it happen? Well, why didn’t you call me? Of
course I was out! I can’t believe it.”
Stiles tapped on Derek’s arm, he couldn’t hold it anymore, he was about to cum.
His mouth opened wide and the moans escaped his throat hoarsely.
“Fuck! I told you not to!” Derek said, “all over my new duvet, thank you so
much.”
Derek was speaking into the phone again now, “It’s just some kid,” He covered
the mouthpiece, “what’s your name again?”
“Stiles,”
“I’ll be there soon,” he shut his phone and stared at Stiles
unenthusiastically.
***** 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Here's chapter 2! Comment and let me know what you think, I can
     always use a critique.
     Disclaimer: I do not own teen wolf or queer as folk nor the
     characters in any way.
Scott sucked his neck as he groped him all over; their hands were on fire,
skidding all over each other.
“You have a great ass,” the burly man said, fingering him.
Scott moved his hand into the man’s pants, “so do you, it’s really… firm” he
grabbed what he thought was the man’s ass, but pulled out a foam replica. A
butt enhancer.
‘Is this seriously happening to me’ Scott thought. Just his luck, the only guy
that showed any interest in him in months is a goddamn Ken Doll with detachable
parts.
“It’s called the butt, I bought it in a catalogue,” the man said, confident in
his shapely foam bottom. He forced his mouth on to Scott’s neck, nibbling at it
gently just when the phone rang. ‘Thank god’ Scott rejoiced, and swooped his
way to side table and answered.
“Hello?”
“Scott, it happened, Allison just called me,” Derek mumbled so fast Scott could
hardly understand him.
Scott’s eyes shot open, “what? When!”
“I don’t know, I didn’t hear my phone,” Derek sighed, “I’m picking you up in
two minutes, so you better get your ass down to the lobby now,”
Scott glanced at his Ken Doll, “Well, I kind of have my hands full,”
The burly man reached down the front of his jeans and pulled out yet another
embellishment, “A bulge, if you buy both you get a discount,” he shrugged his
shoulders and tossed the foam cock to the floor.
“Scotty, do you have someone there?” Derek overheard their conversation, “Tell
you what, you stay there and fuck his brains out and I’ll tell you all about
it, alright?”
Scott darted at the opportunity, “no, don’t worry, I’m ready, come pick me up,”
he clacked the phone down and shuffled towards the man apologizing profusely,
but so fucking glad he didn’t have to do anything with that mannequin.
“I’m sorry really,” he said, grabbing his coat and slipping on his shoes, “we
can reschedule if you want, no ifs, ands, or…..butts.”
                                   /////////
Derek sprinted into the bedroom, tossing Stiles’ clothes at him.
“What’s going on?”
“Everything. Come on get up, you have to go,”
Stiles turned and struggled to reef his jeans up in a hurry, “where?”
“Home,”
Stiles jumped up and begged, “no, I can’t go home, my parents think I’m staying
at a friend’s house,”
Derek paused, “you live with your parents?”
“Well, yeah, I’m still in school,” he stated, “I mean, college,”
Derek yanked a white long-sleeve from his closet and threw it over his
shoulders, “what year are you in?”
“Junior,” Stiles hesitated, “sophomore….between my junior and sophomore,”
“How old are you?” Derek questioned as if it were an interrogation.
Stiles pulled a sock onto his foot, “twenty-one,”
“What year were you born?”
Stiles felt a lump in his throat and stuttered, “uh, 1992,”
“Bullshit, you had to think before you answered that,” Derek cocked his head
back, “how old are you really?”
Stiles stared at Derek with his mouth hung open, “Twenty”. Derek stared him
down, unconvinced.
“Nineteen,” Stiles said nervous as a cow in a slaughter house.
Derek was still sceptical, and Stiles took the hint. “Eightteen?” He almost
said unsure of himself this time.
Derek crossed his arms, “What the fuck is this, a missile launch?”
“I’m seventeen,”
Derek threw his head to the side, bit his lip and rolled his eyes, “what is it
with kids these days?” He sat down on the bed beside Stiles, shoving his foot
into a shoe.
Stiles turned towards him, “we just want to get laid like everybody else,”
“Have you ever even been with anyone before?”
“Sure, yeah, there’ve been um….” He knew Derek wasn’t buying it and decided to
fess up, “no, not really. This is sort of my first,” he stared at his shoes,
embarrassed to no end.
Derek looked blankly at the wall, “I figured,” he looked at Stiles, “a little
young, aren’t you?”
Stiles looked crushed. He was hoping to do it tonight, to lose his virginity. I
mean, he’s fucked girls before, but never a guy. And that’s like a whole
different experience, isn’t it?
“I was fourteen my first time,” Derek muttered.
Stiles was surprised, “that’s really young,”
“With my gym teacher,”
“I bet he was some old perv,” Stiles gave a little laugh under his breath.
“That old perv was probably the same age as I am now,” said Derek ‘matter of
fact’ly, “It was after school,” he leaned back on the bed, supporting himself
with his elbows, “I went back for something, I don’t remember what, and he was
in the shower soaping himself,” he cleared his throat a little, “he looked
right at me and saw my huge boner under my chinos. I walked right into the
shower with all my clothes on, got on my knees, and sucked him off right
there,”
“He let you?” Stiles pried.
Derek stared at his deep brown eyes, “let me? He loved it.”
Stiles fiddled with his fingers, “I bet you were scared,”
“Well, I guess we’re all a little scared our first time,” he sounded sincere
for the first time in the two hours they’ve known each other. Everything else
was just a ploy to get them to fuck, but this was something different.
They stared each other down, and Derek got up and headed for the door.
                                   ////////
Scott stood outside of his apartment waiting for Derek. Cop cars blasted their
sirens, and the night sky just made it echo. Derek’s Camaro spun around the
corner in a frantic turn and jerked to a stop right in front of Scott.
He leaned into the window of the car, “you brought him?” Scott said in an
accusatory manner.
“He has nowhere to go, so get in,” Derek ordered. He did not have time for
Scott’s attitude right now.
Scott furrowed his brow and made a huff, but jumped in the back seat of the
car, clasped his seat belt and they sped off.
They parked in a fury and ran down the hallway. They swerved in and out of each
other, dodging other people and each other, and found their way to the room.
There was a crowd around the bed, other moms, relatives, friends; but they all
cleared when Derek, Scott, and Stiles walked through the door. Derek was
stunned as he saw Lydia holding a delicate little bundle of skin.
Lydia gazed at Derek hazily, “say hello to your son,”
“Oh my God,” Derek was lost. He didn’t want to move but his legs just started
walking, and he was looking his son straight in the face, soaking up his pink,
fresh skin. “When did it start?”
“Around 7,” Allison said, tiredly.
Lydia rubbed the boy’s cheek, “and around nine hours later, here he is,”
Derek lay a hand on his son’s head, “I wish I could have been here,”
“wanna hold him?” Lydia asked.
Lydia handed the baby to Derek, as Allison spoke up, “don’t drop him, Derek,”
“Yes, that’s just what I was planning,” Derek said dryly. He stared into his
son’s squinted eyes; he was so fucking little, so fucking frail.
“Allison wants to name him Gerard, after her grandfather, but I was thinking
‘Gus’,”
Derek turned around and looked at Stiles, “what do you think?”
“Me?” all the eyes in the room were on him, “I don’t know, Gerard is kind of an
old name, but I guess Gus is okay,”
“Thanks very much, but who are you?” Allison asked, almost accused.
“His name’s S-“
Scott followed Derek’s sentence through, “Stiles,” he said, trying to relieve
Derek of his memory slip.
Derek grinned, “You were on the phone when he shot his load all over me,”
The room full of lesbians collectively made sounds of disgust, and Stiles was
horrified. Not only was it his first, but now it was broadcast all over dyke-
central. On the bright side, at least he’ll
never forget it.
“He can’t help it, he’s only seventeen,” Derek explained sarcastically.
“So you and Lydia both had an infant tonight,”
“But mine doesn’t suck on my tits, not unless I want him to,” they had a small
chuckle and the focus was back on the baby boy.
“Gus, a good butch name,” Derek joked, “Come on, Gus, give your daddy a smile,”
Scott snapped a picture with a disposable camera, their first picture, father
and son.
                                   /////////
The cigarette burned bright as he took a draw, leaning over the ledge of the
building. Rooftops were the best place to reflect, and boy, did he have a lot
to reflect on. He has a son. A living, breathing, crying, shitting, son. Not
that he’s going to have a star role in Gus’ life, but never the less they’re
blood. Honestly, Derek Hale never thought in a million years that he’d have a
kid. Actually, he never thought about the future period. As far as he was
concerned he’d be a club hopping sex machine for the rest of his life.
Having a kid doesn’t change anything. Just because he jerked off into a cup and
they squirted it up Lydia does not mean he’s a parent, anyway, it means he
jerked into a cup so his friends could have a family. He’s not part of that.
He’s just an uncredited guest appearance.
Scott grabbed Derek’s shoulder, “congratulations, Dad,” he rested his hands on
the ledge, staring at Derek hard, “it’s kind of weird, y’know, you having a
kid, but it’s still exciting isn’t it?”
Derek stood straight, “It just reminds me that I’m getting older, every
second,”
“If you keep thinking like that you’ll turn grey prematurely,” Scott raised a
hand to Derek’s head and plucked a single strand, “I think I found one
already,” he said laughing.
He shook his head, “why didn’t someone try to stop me,”
“Uh, hello, someone tried. But you wouldn’t listen, you had to let Lydia and
Allison fill your pretty little head with things like ‘Oh, Derek you’re so
handsome, you’re so smart, you have such good genes,’” Scott reminded, always
the voice of reason, “and now you’re stuck with a kid….for life,”
“Well,” Derek uttered, “there is always one solution,” he chucked the cigarette
on the ground, crumpling it under his boot and climbed up onto the ledge.
Twenty stories high is more than enough to kill a man.
Scott played it off as a joke, “what is this, a cheesy hospital drama with
birth and death in the same episode?” he sighed when Derek showed no signs of
retreating, “Come on, Der, get down,”
“you’ll have to come get me,”
“I’m not kidding, Derek,”
“or I’ll fucking jump!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice bellowing
through the city like a sonic boom. He held his hand down towards Scott,
offering to help him up, and Scott’s hand grasped around his. He hoisted him
up, but Scott was so terrified he clutched onto Derek with all his might.
“Come on, Scotty, we can fly,”
“Like in the comic books,”
Derek smiled, “I’m Superman, I can show you the world,”
Scott turned his eyes towards Derek, “why do I always have to be Lois Lane?” He
turned around slowly, and wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck, pulling him
into a tight, secure, safe hug.
Nothing about it was safe though, they were twenty stories high and one wrong
move could kill them.
“Like I said before,” Scott said with a more enthusiastic tone the second time
around, “congratulations, Dad,”
                                  ///////////
The two men walked down the white hallway, side by side. Derek bumped shoulders
with a Doctor, “Sorry,” and exchanged one of those looks that says-
“You fucked him?” Scott asked, surprised. By now nothing should surprise Scott
about Derek, not after twelve years.
“he was fabulous,” Derek said, taking a bite out of a giant red apple with a
crunch that could make your bones rattle, “you want some?”
“No thanks,”
They pushed their way through swinging doors to an all new hallway filled with
lesbians, fawning over Stiles and his button nose, and his moles that resembled
constellations. One of them was a palm reader who was holding Stiles hand,
slender fingers straight, reading it like book.
Derek tugged Stiles along by his ear, “it’s far too lesbionic out here for a
young boy, now go with Scott and I’ll meet you both out by the car,”
He rolled a wheelchair into Lydia’s room and plopped himself down before the
nurse attempted to shoe him away. Lydia, however, told the nurse he was the
father and there were no more questions about that. The nurse picked Gus up
from Allison, bringing him over to Derek, “Sweet dreams, Sonny boy. Your first
night on Earth,” he rubbed his Son’s forehead with his thumb and hung his arm
to his side.
Allison offered to get them both a drink, but it was more of an excuse to let
them be alone. They never could talk when Allison was around, it was different.

Derek laid himself onto the bed next to Lydia, his arm around her, “Well, here
we are, Ma and Pa,” he joked as he brushed her cheek with his nose and felt a
salty tear run down her face.
“Don’t mind me,” she let him wipe the tear away with his rough hand, “I’m just
feeling a little vulnerable,”
They sat with silent air while she cried and cried and cried.
“Hormones can do that to a girl, I hear,” Derek said.
“It’s hard to believe,” she looked at him, then at her hands, then back at him,
“you and me, parents,”
“Think it’s too late to return it?”
“we could try,” her laugh was soft and delicate, like a baby being birthed from
her lungs.
“I guess this means we’re grown ups,”
“Don’t say that, Wendy, we’ll never grow up,” Derek did his best peter pan
impression with a cheesy Disney voice, assuring her it’s not the end of their
lives. “I don’t want you to worry, about money I mean, if you need anything-“
“We’ll be alright, but thanks,” giving a weak smile, she wasn’t thanking him
for that, but for everything. For being part of her life, and helping her bring
another life into the world. They gave a small but loving peck on the lips,
then she gave him one on the crease of his eye, where crow’s feet would soon
sprout.
“I would have fucked you, y’know,” he stated, lightening the air. Emotional
vulnerability wasn’t his thing.
“You had plenty of opportunities,”
“I took advantage of a few if I recall,”
“It wasn’t that bad, either,” she said, giving him joking bedroom eyes.
He rolled his eyes with a long sigh, “you mean I could have been straight this
whole time?”
Lydia brushed a stray hair off his forehead, “I wouldn’t say that,”
Derek leaned in and smacked her in the lips with his, not a romantic kiss, but
a friendly one. A kiss that means ‘you’re one of my closest friends and if I
ever lost you I’d die but I’d never tell you that because I’m a heartless
bastard’.
And at that moment, Allison pushed the door open to find her lover and Derek
lips on lips.
“I um, got the drinks,” she said, holding up a can of gingerale and a bottle of
water.
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