don't you say my name

“He’s positively vomitatious, Stiles.” Scott said placing a hand on his shoulder, dragging him away from the scene. A scene where Derek’s tongue, more than likely, was down his boyfriend’s throat. It had been a surprise, Derek didn’t do relationships. Or so he thought. This entire thing began out of convenience. The simple need, as Derek put it, to ‘relieve stress’. He knew what he was getting into the moment he decided to place himself a little too close to Derek. Scott kept pressing his hand on Stiles’ shoulder, pulling him back. Stiles yanked himself free from his grip, a little too harsh. “I’m fine.” Stiles forced out, taking a large gulp of whatever Scott had brought him over. It burned. “You’re too good for him.” Scott’s voice was soft, light. “I’m too good for anyone.”