God, Stiles is not accustomed to dealing with someone so candid and direct. The other boy speaks so nonchalantly that he actually glances down at his crotch in blank surprise, as if surprised to find that Sasuke hasn’t seen said dick. Then he scowls; he hears that implication and he does not like it. Even during lacrosse season, he’s always been particular about keeping his body covered up in the locker room.

“Don’t be so proud.”

Swinging a leg over the seat of his bike, he inches forward to give Sasuke room.

“Ready to tell me where you're going?”