“Okay.” Derek nods. “I’ll teach you.”
Stiles nearly drops the gun. He fumbles with it a moment and then looks at Derek with eyes comically wide open.
“Careful.” Derek reaches over but Stiles secures it first.
“Are you serious?” Stiles asks in wonder.
“Sure, I’ll take you out to the range tomorrow.” Derek eyes him carefully.
Stiles takes a step closer, eyes pinning him with such intensity Derek is unable to look down when Stiles stretches his arm forward.
“What are you doing?” he asks roughly.
“Putting it back on its place,” Stiles breathes out. He shows the side of the gun. “Look, I even kept the safety on.” He grins and then he moves between Derek’s legs and places the barrel of the gun on the hostler, sliding it inside smoothly.
“There,” Stiles whispers, his face inches away from Derek’s.
Derek drops his eyelids, shifting slightly toward him. He can smell Stiles, feel his thighs pressed against his own, the ghost of Stiles’ fingers as they caress his tie before tugging slightly. He leans into Derek until his cheek rubs against his stubble, and Derek knows that all he has to do is turn his face and their lips will meet; He is dying to kiss Stiles.
~ Strike Softly (Away From The Body), by Qhuinn