Of course Stiles has to bump into his father in the hallway, when he’s holding Derek’s freshly laundered pants in his hands. They’re the pair Stiles borrowed when he ended up jizzing his own after their date at the restaurant. Stiles wore them to get home and wanted to give them back to Derek all clean and fresh.
“Stiles,” John greets him with a gentle smile, then looks down at the pants, and before Stiles knows it he’s blurting out, “They’re Derek’s.” He really could just kick himself.
“O-kay…” John frowns, then the edge of his mouth curls up a tiny bit as he asks, “You doing your colleagues’ laundry now, Officer Stilinski?”
“Well, I uh…” Stiles stammers, surely going completely red in the face, “See, the thing is…”