"I already did that today, twice," and with that, along with Stiles' cheeky smile, Danny's world was turned upside down. Why that day, of all days, did Danny have to be on the bench with a twisted ankle? He could've been perfectly happy playing lacrosse far away from Stiles. Stiles didn't know it, but that one sentence had ruined him.

At first, it hadn't been that bad. Danny just pictured Stiles "playing with himself," but I mean, he had just mentioned it, what else was Danny gonna do? Then, Danny realised he had enjoyed what he had been picturing, which was an issue because Danny made sure not to think of any of the guys on his team like that. He couldn't afford to, especially Stiles. Stiles would notice before anyone else, and he wasn't very good at not making stuff like this into a big deal.

The game ended quickly because of some emergency that turned out to be some dumb kid who pulled the fire alarm. The teams were ushered off to the locker rooms and the game was rescheduled. Danny thanked his lucky stars that he didn't have to watch Stiles for another half hour. He was pretty sure he was going to explode because of how turned on the image his mind kept conjuring up made him. Every time something barely reminded him of Stiles he was picturing it:

Stiles was lying on his bed late at night with no one around, wearing only his boxers. He had one hand down his pants, moving slowly, and his eyes were shut tight in concentration. His other hand would travel up and down his sides while he started panting softly. The hand down his pants wasn't enough and he began to move it faster and faster until small grunts escaped his lips. Sweat gathered on his brow and Stiles free hand abandoned his body in favour of clutching the sheets. There were a few seconds where there was just the rhythm of Stiles' strokes, and his arched back, and then his eyes would fly open. His hips jerked forward, and Stiles whimpered, "Danny."

Of course after the game that Danny left immediately, the mentioning of Stiles became a serious problem. Danny began to avoid Stiles at all costs. He had to. There was no other way that this could work. He had to get Stiles out of his head; it was all too much, and he couldn't be thinking of Stiles like this. Stiles was straight, too. There was no way that anything could come from Danny feeding these... feelings? He wasn't sure. Danny had always really liked Stiles. He was annoying, but in a cute way. He was very nice to Danny and they were friends. Stiles had never bugged him. Though apparently, he was bugging everyone else, because all they could seem to talk about was Stiles.

"I mean, he is so annoying. He's like a fly constantly buzzing, and you can't smack it and kill it, but you really, really want to."

"Jackson, come on. Stiles is not that bad." Danny said to his best friend as they made their way to lunch, hoping to change the subject. The one picture of Stiles that kept sticking with him was making itself known once more. "He's really nice, and he means well."

"Well, meaning well isn't going to cut it. I don't think I can handle this much more; I'm going to snap. Why can't Scott have other friends? Why can't I have other friends?" Jackson continued talking, but Danny was no longer listening. All he could see was Stiles walking straight towards him. He had to get out he had to leave. He had avoided him for so long.

"Danny!" Danny was pretty sure he lost all feeling in his whole body. There was nowhere to run. No way could he leave, and now, Stiles was talking to him. "Woah, dude, you okay?"

Stiles placed his hand on Danny's shoulder, and looked at him closely. Danny was frozen, staring at Stiles and his perfect, pink lips, his neck and all the places he wanted to mark, his chest as it rose and fell slowly, his gorgeous, sweet brown eyes. Then, his senses flooded and he came back to himself. He felt Stiles' hand burning into his shoulder and he shoved it off and ran. He ran as fast as he could to the nearest exit.

"What the hell?" He heard from behind him as he shoved past Lydia and nearly knocked her over. "Wait, Danny?"

He kept going. He didn't want to talk to her, didn't want to look her in the eyes, and didn't want to talk about his feelings.

"Danny Mahealani! You stop right there."

He stopped, and turned slowly with his head down. "Lydia, I'm really sorry. I just-"

"No." She said marching up to him and crossing her arms on her chest. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing, really, I-"

She raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, and stared at Danny incredulously.

"Okay, fine. I have a crush on this guy, who I really shouldn't have a crush on, and I keep trying to avoid him. It's getting really difficult. He tried to talk to me, and I kind of freaked out and ran away." He bowed his head sheepishly.

Lydia smiled at him, and whispered, "Stiles?"

Danny's eyes flew wide, "Uh, what? No! No! No, not Stiles! What are you- are you on crack?" He scoffed, "Stiles."

Lydia held his gaze for about 2 seconds before she burst out laughing. "I knew it! I so totally called it! Ever since freshman year, I've been waiting for this."

"What?"

"Yeah, you and Stiles are practically meant to be. You've had a crush on him for the longest time. I'm just surprised it took you this long to figure it out."

"Let me repeat that, 'What?'"

Lydia rolled her eyes, "Did you honestly not have any idea that you liked him until recently? I mean, honestly?"

Danny thought a moment, "Well..."

"See? The way you look at that kid, Danny... I'd kill to have Jackson look at me like that, and you know how much he loves me. It's not just you, though. Don't worry." She winked and spun on her heel to walk away.

Danny smiled to himself, and thought about Stiles for a moment. He didn't just think about how hot he thought he was, but he honed in on what made Stiles, Stiles. He thought about his dorky smile and his dumb jokes that were totally hilarious to Danny, his clothes and how they didn't seem to ever fit right, his hands and how they were always doing something. He thought about his eyes that were filled with mischief and laughter and lately far more aged, his arms and how they flailed about when Stiles talked, and he thought about the small rock that kindergarten-Stiles gave kindergarten-Danny to commemorate their lifelong friendship even though they'd only known one another for a day that Danny still had. In that moment, Danny discovered that he was completely in love with Stiles Stilinski, and also that Lydia had just something that sounded a lot like Stiles loved him, too.

"Lydia!"

A/N: Hey, guys! Hope you liked the first chapter. Please review let me know if you think I should continue and develop the story further. Thanks! xx