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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski, Isaac_Lahey, Aiden_(Teen
      Wolf), Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Danny_Mahealani, Jordan_Parrish
  Additional Tags:
      Not_Beta_Read, Pet, non-canon, Werewolves, Wolves, Bullies, Dreams, Self
      Confidence_Issues, Underage_Drinking, Fluff, Fluff_and_Angst, First_Kiss,
      Drunk_Stiles, Drunk_Sex, Underage_Sex, Virgin_Stiles, Loss_of_Virginity,
      Sleeping_Together, Masturbation, Mutual_Masturbation, Anal_Sex, Anal
      Fingering, Top_Derek_Hale/Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski, Size_Kink,
      Barebacking, Oral_Sex, Series_Spoilers, Wordcount:_Over_50.000, Rimming
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-07 Updated: 2016-08-14 Chapters: 23/? Words: 89839
****** Feral Love ******
by Derles
Summary
     His shirt had caught on a branch; he stopped and looked at the place
     he had ended up. He did not recognize anything; he was already well
     into the wilds. FUCK! What am I even doing? I have nowhere to go.
     Starting to feel exhausted, he sat down on a rock formation in the
     vicinity. It was cold and slightly damp, but at least he would be
     able to rest a while before he went back home. He was going home;
     there was no other place for him. Even if he hated his life, a part
     of him desperately desired the warm, comforting embrace of his
     father. Why did his father always tell him to try to fit in? Was
     Stiles not supposed to be himself, and proud of it? As usual,
     thinking about things did not make it any clearer.
Notes
     I have not had it proof read or anything. It just me, myself and I.
     And I’m not a native English speaker. So expect misspelling and silly
     mistakes. Otherwise, I hope the story is still good.
***** An average day *****
Stiles’ head felt numb, the taste of iron lingered on his lips even long after
the blood had washed away. The sound of dripping water echoed through the boys’
lavatory. He stood crouched over the sink, allowing a single finger to run
across his jaw. His right hand reached out and turned off the water, leaving
only silence in its wake. He raised his head and stared at his reflection in
the mirror, massive black rings around his eyes. Again, another scar adorned
his face. What is Dad going to say? Stiles sighed heavily; searing pain ran
through his mouth as his breath glided across the freshly cut skin. He would
most likely yell at him – he didn’t like it when Stiles got into fights. To be
honest, he didn’t like it himself either. He wasn’t someone who enjoyed hurting
other people, and he even avoided situations that could result in conflicts.
But there was only so much a person could take! It wasn’t his fault; he hadn’t
done anything wrong.
Why are they always picking on me? Why am I so different from everyone else?
It had been more or less the same thing at his previous school; he wasn’t well
liked or popular back there either. He should have been used to it by now.
However, there was limits to how much abuse he could take before he had to
fight back. And whenever he had had enough of people bullying and hating him
for no apparent reason, he’d get yelled at for fighting back. Just ignore them,
his father would tell him. They don’t know the real you – if you just try a
little harder.
FUCK IT ALL! Nobody ever wanted to get to know him – it didn’t matter how hard
he tried. Stiles would always be the outsider; he just didn’t fit into their
world.
He sluggishly picked his backpack off the floor and dragged his feet towards
the door; he needed to get on with the day so he could get out of there.
Besides, he couldn’t stay in the bathroom all day; he was going to get into
enough trouble for being late.
It seemed like it took forever to get to the classroom, and just as anticipated
the teacher gave him a hard time about him being tardy.
“Have you been in a fight?” His teacher gave him a stern look while he examined
Stiles’ face; he clearly noticed the fresh injuries.
Stiles raised an eyebrow, surprised that the teacher even bothered to fake an
interest at all. “No, sir. I just accidently hurt myself, nothing to worry
about.” He glanced over at Kevin (JERKFACE) Johnson who had a big grin on his
face. Obviously, he would find it amusing since it hadn’t been more than twenty
minutes ago he and two other boys had kicked the living shit out of him
outside.
“Get your ass to your seat, Stilinski. I won’t tolerate any more interruptions
from you today.”
Stiles sat himself down and did his best to avoid Kevin’s gaze for the duration
of the class. It didn’t work as well as he had wanted it to; his eyes drifted
and found themselves staring back at Kevin ever so often. He could clearly see
what he was trying to tell him; it was so obvious a message. I’ll fucking kill
you if you say anything to anyone about what happened. What good would that do
me?He wasn’t going to tell anyone; it wouldn’t change anything. The teacher
didn’t care. And somehow he always ended up getting yelled at even if he was
the victim. So what was the point of telling? Nobody believed that people just
hated him for no reason, that they just attacked him for being different. He
must have done something to piss them off, to make them hurt him. He couldn’t
just be innocent.
Nevertheless, Stiles hadn’t done anything. He always kept to himself; he never
bothered anyone, all he just wanted was to be left alone. FUCK!He tried to
ignore it all. He just had to endure a little longer before he could get out of
there and lock himself in his room where no one would bother him.
The ringing of the bell shocked him out of his haze and forced him to get
moving. He quickly got up and sprinted past the other students on their way
out. He could almost taste the freedom as he walked towards the exit as fast as
his legs would carry him. He made sure to keep close to groups of other
students as he made his way to the parking lot. Not too close, but walking
alone could be dangerous. He didn’t want to risk getting cornered by Kevin or
his stupid friends; he’d had enough of those guys to last a lifetime.
He escaped the hellhole called school without further confrontations that day.
It was an uneventful ride home to say the least; as usual, he hid away at the
back of the bus. His red hoody obscured his form, hiding his face slightly as
he watched the rest of the people on the bus. Soon the bus stopped and he got
out without so much as a glance from anyone else – why would someone even
notice that he was alive?
A couple of minutes later, he found himself slamming his front door behind him
as he entered his house. His dad would still be at work for some hours to come.
Stiles was all alone, finally. He discarded his shoes in the hallway and
climbed the stairs to get to his room. Throwing his backpack to the side, he
collapsed on his bed and sighed heavily as he closed his eyes. He desperately
wanted to enjoy the silence for as long as he could, but his mind kept racing
and thinking of troubles yet to come. His father would be home at some point;
he would yell at him for getting into another fight. His heartbeat increased as
he thought about it. Tomorrow was another school day – was there a chance he
could avoid Kevin and his goons for an entire day?
Probably not.
His right hand glided across his face, his index finger examined his cracked
lower lip. What am I going to tell dad?He exhaled loudly and tried to force
himself to relax while he could. His body felt heavy; imageries of random
thoughts and feelings danced across the inside of his eyelids as he gave
himself over to his desire to rest.
***** Evening stroll *****
Sluggishly, Stiles started moving about. What time is it?Everything was dark.
It felt as if he had only just closed his eyes a minute ago. He had a ringing
in his ears. Someone was calling him. What is it now? Who’s calling? DAD. He
glanced over at his phone to see what time it was, he had missed out on the
entire afternoon and slept well into the evening. Judging from the time, his
dad couldn’t have been home for more than a couple of minutes; maybe he’d
brought dinner home with him? He grabbed at his stomach, the notion of food
made it cry out in pain.
His father yelled. “I brought dinner – hope you’re in the mood for pizza!?”
Pizza!He propelled himself out of bed and ripped opened the door into the
hallway. It stings!Light burned his eyes. He hurried downstairs to meet up with
his father, who already waited for him in the kitchen.
“OH GOD. I’m SO hungry!” Stiles immediately assaulted the pizza and started
eating before he even looked at his father; they shared a mutual nod before he
was handed him a plate.
“Don’t be such an animal.”
“Thanks.” He swallowed his pizza and started stockpiling pieces onto his plate.
“So, how was school?” Stiles’ father looked convincingly casual as he looked at
him.
He knew better. His dad constantly worried about how long it would take him to
fuck up again. “Alright I guess… nothing interesting.” He took another bite as
he lowered his gaze.
His father sighed heavily. “You’re lying to me.”
Stiles’ mouth felt dry, the slice of peperoni-pizza descended slowly down his
throat. It grinded against the inside of his jugular, coarse and unrefined like
sandpaper. “No!”
“Did something happen? Did you get in another fight?” His father looked more
intensely at him than before; he studied his every move with precision. “Is
that a new injury? You were fighting again, weren’t you!?”
He looked up at his father and felt a sharp pain in his chest. “They wouldn’t
leave me alone, what was I supposed to do?”
“GOD DAMNIT, STILES!” His father’s hand slammed down on the countertop with a
loud thump, causing the plates to shake a little. “How many times do we need to
have this conversation? You have to stop!”
He blood began to boil. “I’m not doing anything! I don’t know why they hate
me.” His heart pumped fast and erratically. What have I done to deserve this?
“This wouldn’t happen so much if you made some friends. Have you even tried
talking to any of them?”
Tears began to form in the corner of his eye as he desperately fought against
them. “You don’t understand – they don’t want to talk to me. They don’t like
me!”
“I’m the sheriff!” His father’s tone was harsh and definitive. “I can’t have my
son getting into fights all the time.”
“I DON’T CARE!” His voice broke as he screamed with all his might. “You are my
father; you are supposed to help me!”
“I WANT TO HELP YOU! I AM!” His father exhaled harshly. “We can get passed
this. If you just tried to fit in a little more.”
By now, tears were running down Stiles’ cheeks. “I shouldn’t have to!” He
stormed out of the kitchen. “I HATE YOU!” He grabbed a pair of sneakers; he
hurt his fingers from squashing his feet in too quickly.
“Where do you think you’re going!?”
“OUT!” He wiped some of the tears from his face.
Although his father had yelled at him before, he could not recall him ever
being that mad. He pointed at him and yelled. “You are not leaving, young man!”
Before he could be stopped. Stiles slipped out the door, screaming back at his
father. “I’ll be back later! I just need some air!” He ran as fast as he could;
he didn’t even look back when his father called out to him. He could hear his
voice in the distance as he ran into the night, tears falling violently from
his eyes.
“STILES!?”
He didn’t stop.
He had no idea where he was going. He hadn’t thought it through when he left
the kitchen and went out the door. All he knew was that he needed to get away,
to be alone. At least for a little while.
Quickly, he turned around the corner at the end of the street, heading straight
for the edge of the deep forests that hugged the city.
How long have I been running? Stiles had made it out of the city and was now
treading through difficult terrain and mud – lots of mud. The cold evening air
caused him to shiver slightly; he had forgotten to put on a jacket, as he had
only been interested in getting away from it all. The smells and sounds of the
forest overwhelmed his senses as he forced his way deeper into the woods.
Although he questioned himself for continuing to move, he didn’t want to stop.
His mind kept repeating that he should get as far away from it all as he
possibly could.
His shirt had caught on a branch; he stopped and looked at the place he had
ended up. He did not recognize anything; he was already well into the wilds.
FUCK! What am I even doing? I have nowhere to go.Starting to feel exhausted, he
sat down on a rock formation in the vicinity. It was cold and slightly damp,
but at least he would be able to rest a while before he went back home. He was
going home; there was no other place for him. Even if he hated his life, a part
of him desperately desired the warm, comforting embrace of his father. Why did
his father always tell him to try to fit in? Was Stiles not supposed to be
himself, and proud of it? As usual, thinking about things did not make it any
clearer.
Sighing heavily, he rubbed the last tears from his eyes before he relaxed
against the rocks the best he could. I’ll just rest here for a while before
going back. Just need to catch my…
Exhausted both physically as well as emotionally, he drifted of faster than he
could have anticipated.
***** Speak of the wolf and you will see its teeth *****
With the feeling of frantic electricity running through his body, Stiles awoke
from his sleep. Where am I? How long have I been asleep?As his memory slowly
started to return, like the clearing in a fog getting slightly bigger all the
time, he scouted the area. He had been shocked from his sleep. Something
unconsciously had triggered his hyper-arousal instinct, the most basic instinct
of survival.
What’s going on?Cold sweat dripped down his neck. Not the kind of sweat that
came from physical exertion, but from anxiety – fear. Out of the corner of his
eye, he could see shadows move around in the darkened forest. He called out to
the shadows in a desperate attempt to break their hold over him. “Is someone
there?” His heart pounded like a drum, fast and painful blows against his
chest. There was only silence. Was it just my imagination?
The sound of a branch splitting in two assaulted his ears, overloading all
other senses. His eyes flickered uncontrollably. He had begun to shiver and
shake hysterically. It’s just the wind! It’s just the wind! The rustling of
leaves coming from behind, caused him to swallow hard. Enthralled by his fear,
he sat rooted on the rock. Powerless, as to even so much as breathe.I don’t
want to die! Please! I’m too young to die!
Gruff snarling filled the damp night air. Stiles’ head whipped around, a cry
broke free from his lips. The eyes staring him down was that of a demon from
hell, piercing through his skin and staring straight into his soul.
WOLF!
Being face to face with this creature made his gut twist and turn from sheer
terror. The claws of the beast scratched against the stone surface and
generated the most horrifying sound imaginable, like nails on a blackboard; it
pained him to listen to as it approached – slowly but surely. He still harbored
a small glimmer of hope that he would somehow be able to get away from the
hungry beast. It soon shattered with the realization that the wolf wasn’t
alone.
There were three wolves that all looked at him as if he was the first prey they
had spotted in months. Frothing at the mouth, the wolf closest to him went in
for the kill.
“AAAAAAaarrH!” His screams were useless; nobody was around to hear him.
Instinctively, he shut his eyes to spare himself the sight of seeing his own
entrails being ripped out.
Time was a foreign concept in a situation like that, but for Stiles, each
second that passed waiting for the wolves to tear into his flesh felt like an
eternity in hell.
A howl so loud and awe-inspiring that it forced his eyes to shoot open emitted
from an unknown source behind him. The scene that unfolded shocked him to the
very core of his being.
Another wolf, almost double in size of the rest leaped over him while he
cringed and landed between him and the attackers. The great beast bared its
teeth at the three wolves and stood in their way, preventing them from
devouring him.
It was probably his over-imaginative mind and the fact that he had averted
death a moment longer that played on him. Still, if he didn’t know any better,
he could have sworn that this new creature was defending him.
Had he been saved somehow? Or did the giant wolf just want to keep him for
itself?
Every instinct he had was telling him to run. Screaming for him to survive by
any means necessary. Nothing happened; his body didn’t respond to his commands.
He was forced to sit there watching the wolves fight it out, to wait and see
who would be victorious in their battle, and as such, who would be his
executioner. It was bittersweet watching the wolves bite and tear at each
other’s throats. He was going to die soon, so what did it matter who ended up
getting to eat him?
The decisive moment approached rapidly as he watched the lone wolf burrow its
teeth into one of its adversaries. Painful whimpers echoed through the forest,
followed by silence and the light footsteps of the surviving wolves as they
fled from battle. Standing victorious over its defeated enemy, the large wolf
howled triumphantly at the moon.
Although Stiles hadn’t regained his composure, the wolf’s distinct features
became clearer. Thick pitch-black fur that covered the creature gleamed and
glowed as it stood there bathed in moonlight, an extremely well groomed coat
for a wild animal. The massive paws barely touched the ground as it moved,
carrying its weight with grace and ease. He swallowed hard with his eyes pinned
on the wolf.
Is this the end? Am I going to die here?
After leaving its prey behind, the wolf turned around and looked directly into
his eyes. He felt consumed by the bright blue pools that stared at him,
slightly glowing in the night. He couldn’t even think straight, his every
thought blurred and obscure due to all the adrenaline running through his body.
The wolf took a step closer to him, never removing its eyes for so much as a
second. It seemed awfully calm as it moved, probably fully aware of the fact
that he didn’t stand a chance against it.
I can’t take this anymore!“COME ON THEN! If you want to eat me – then get it
over with, you stupid mutt!” He wished that he could have grabbed his words
midair as soon as they had left his mouth.
The wolf’s ears twitched and it lowered its head towards the ground. A light-
hearted growl emanated from deep within as it leaped forward.
“Eeeeeep!” Stiles whimpered. He closed his eyes once more. Although he couldn’t
bear to look, he felt relief in the fact that he had laid eyes on the creature
that would end him. Not knowing who killed you seemed strangely off-putting to
him at that moment. He could feel the wolf’s breath on his face. He could
almost taste it; the sound of it sniffing around was easily recognized now that
it was standing so close to him.
Oh, fuck! What was the point of it all? If I am to die now – what was the point
of my life to begin with?
Reflecting on his somewhat short life, he soon came to the realization that he
didn’t want it to end. That he didn’t want to die. I want to keep living. I
want to tell that stupid jerk Kevin to go fuck himself. I want to prove them
all wrong. And I want–he sighed. I want to see my father again – and tell him
that I’m sorry. I don’t hate him.Tears were forming in his eyes, his heart
heavy with remorse for all the things he regretted doing in his life – and all
he hadn’t.
His mind went blank; he felt something wet and slightly warm touch his nose.
Instinctively he knew that it was the wolf’s nose being pressed against his
own. But why would it do that? He exhaled and forced himself to open his eyes
to face the beast for the last time. However, nothing was there when he looked.
He stared out into the air as soft drops of rain started falling from the sky.
What just happened? Where did it go?The rain mixed with his tears and slid down
his cheeks. He was crying like a little baby, seeing the beauty in life for the
first time. I’m not going to die? I still have time to make something of my
life!He just sat there crying in the rain.
He finally got up from his seat, his legs shaky and unruly. But it didn’t
matter, something like that wasn’t going to stop him now. He started running.
As fast as he possibly could, ignoring the world around him as he moved through
the forest and made his way back to the edge of town. The pavement beneath his
feet was a welcome sensation, firm and unyielding unlike the muddy terrain of
the wilds he’d left behind. It wouldn’t be long now before he was home again.
He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks; his eyes firmly on the ground, he
started wondering what would happen when he got home to his father.
Would he still be mad at him? Did his father even want to see him again, after
what he had said? He hadn’t meant it, not really. He had just been so angry and
frustrated that he took it out on him. His father, who had always been there
for him. Even if he didn’t always agree or understand him, he knew that he
would never do anything to hurt him. All his father did was to try to help him,
and he had pushed him away with no disregard to how he must have felt.
I’m sorry.
The rain had increased significantly; Stiles’ clothes were drenched completely,
and they clung tightly to his body. A light in the distance broke the darkness;
the sound of a car pulling over and the door being opened was quickly followed
by footsteps in the rain. He didn’t move; he just stood there, frozen to the
spot with his eyes firmly fixated on the ground. It wasn’t until he felt two
strong arms being wrapped around him, pulling him close that he whispered in a
tiny voice. “Daddy…”
***** Where the wild things are *****
His mouth felt dry and a strange odor lingered in his nose. Stiles had
entangled himself rather awkwardly in his bedding while he slept; covering his
head in the sheets, he had wrapped his arms around the blanket with one leg
sticking out and hanging off the side of his bed. What time is it?He slothfully
began moving around. His right hand ran over his bed as he stretched and
yawned. What? That feels weird.He rested his hand on a wet spot that felt
slightly warmer than the rest. No, I couldn’t have – there has to be some sort
of mistake here.For a moment, he was filled with embarrassment, awkward
feelings and childhood memories bounced around in his head. Everything was too
dark for him to see, there could easily have been some other explanation.
Wait!
HIs pulse quickened. He suddenly wished that his first assumption had been
correct when his legs brushed against something unfamiliar. Holy Fu-The whole
bed started filling with the warm wet feeling. His breathing was short and
painful, stabbing him in the chest as he slowly pulled backwards against the
headboard. Quivering uncontrollably, his left hand reached for the lamp on his
bedside table. He didn’t want to know, knowing would only make things worse.
However, not knowing was tearing at his soul, slowly ripping his sanity to
pieces. He had no choice. His finger flipped the switch, illuminating the room
and sending him spiraling straight to hell. HIs eyes widened, excruciating
whimpers escaped through his lips while any significant sound was caught in his
throat.
Staring back at him with its dead eyes. The head of one of the wolves from the
forest. Now bathed in light the sea of blood that coated him was revealed. He
felt nauseous; the smell of rotting flesh suddenly overwhelmed him as he kept
eyeing the dead wolf in front of him.
I can’t – what? Why is this happening?
Crying and still unable to went his frustrations, he heard a growling noise
coming from above him. What is that sound? I should run! His eyes were wide
open and bloodshot; he tilted his head backwards against all better judgment.
Staring him down were those piercingly blue eyes from before, the form of a
demonic wolf-shadow twisted and stretched itself out on the ceiling above. His
heart was ready to explode; he couldn’t take it any longer. Stiles sighed. The
wolf bared its razor sharp teeth and descended upon him, devouring him
completely as it should have done in the woods. He was being consumed by the
darkness. With no strength or will left to fight with, he exhaled deeply and
let it all go.
***** Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is. *****
“AAAAAAAH!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, almost falling out of his bed
as he kicked around hysterically. Everything was dark; he could hear footsteps
in the distance. The world was spinning around violently as he shouted. “NO!
AAAH!” Everything hurt terribly, confusion and stress was pushing his body to
its limit.
“Stiles? STILES!?” Inexplicably, light flooded into his eyes. It burned
dreadfully as he started making sense of the figures around him. Something
grabbed a hold of him, for a moment he feared the worst until he recognized his
fathers’ voice. “You’re dreaming. It’s all right, pull yourself together.”
A nightmare? It wasn’t real. I’m still alive!He exhaled. “Thank god.” His body
felt heavy and stiff now that he had started to calm down slightly, exhausted
from the constant stress of the past day. He looked at his father and felt
extremely embarrassed that he had cried over a nightmare at his age. “Sorry I –
I woke you up, Dad.”
His father smiled softly at him, he sat himself down on Stiles’ bed. “As long
as you are safe, that’s all that matters.”
He had really put a lot of stress on his father recently. His fights at school
and his refusal to listen. Him running away without much explanation, to
suddenly screaming in the middle of the night over a silly nightmare. However,
his father had surprised him by not having yelled at all when he finally
returned home. For once, his father had accepted him with open arms. He felt
slightly warm inside when thinking about that. Additionally his dad had been
very overprotective when he told him about the wolves that had nearly eaten
him, insisting that Stiles would never go into the forest again on his own or
unprepared like that.
As he sat there with his head resting against his father’s shoulder, his mind
lingered on the blue-eyed wolf. Why he had left that one specific detail out
when he spoke to his father about the whole incident?
“Are you feeling better?” His father got up from his seat. “You know, I think
it’s a good idea if you take a sick day from school tomorrow.”
Stiles couldn’t help himself from snickering a little. “I would never have
thought that my father, the sheriff. Would encourage me to skip school.”
“I think they’ll understand. You had a rough night after all.” His father
kissed him gently on the forehead before he walked away. He stood in the
doorway, looking at him with a smile on his face. “Well, I may be the
sheriff...But I’m your father as well. I need to start acting like it.” He
reached over and turned off the lights. “Try to get some sleep.”
Stiles whispered. “Good night.” The door shut, he was left sitting in the dark.
Surprisingly he had a massive grin on his face. My dad is awesome.
Strange how a near death experience could change your whole outlook on life in
such a short amount of time. Things seemed like they would actually get better
from now on. Sure, his life hadn’t really changed since this morning. He still
had the same problems, the same bullies at school to deal with. However, he
felt more alive and eager to get the best out of it all.
He should probably try to get some sleep; he desperately craved it even if he
felt hesitant because of his nightmare. He turned on his bedside lamp. Better
safe than sorry.He examined his bed carefully, no signs of blood or anything
else for that matter. Nothing under his bed either. Obviously, it was all just
a dream.He tried to settle himself as best he could; he wanted to drift off
into peaceful rest. Feeling a little uneasy still, he left the light on for the
night. Just this one time, tomorrow I can go back to not being afraid of the
dark – hopefully.
***** Curiosity killed the teen. *****
The sound of running water. The feel of it slipping down his backside, warming
his skin and causing it to tingle slightly as it heated. Nothing like a hot
shower in the middle of the day.There was something very decadent about
showering at noon, when you were supposed to be at school. He felt quite
satisfied as he stood there under the running water with his head tilted back
slightly, soaking himself. He could have spent hours like that, wasting the day
away. However, he had already slept through the morning and well into the day.
The hunger had begun to kick in; he needed to step outside the safe and
comfortable bubble he had created for himself.
He turned off the water; grabbed a towel, and began drying himself of while he
waked out of the bathroom. Another plus of begin home alone; there was no one
to bump into when he walked down the hallway butt-naked.
Stiles tossed the damp towel in with his pile of dirty laundry as he entered
his room. He went to his drawer and fished out a fresh pair of underwear. Green
Lantern, guardian of the galaxy.He loved his superhero underwear, even if it
was somewhat weird for a guy at his age to still wear that kind of stuff. Now
if they only turned you into a superhero yourself when you wore them. He
sighed. On the other hand, even the guy on the packet of D&G’s would be better
than his usual self he thought. Alas, clothes didn’t work like that, he was
still Stiles. Just wearing colorful underwear.
However, he didn’t look half-bad. Right? He examined himself in the full-length
mirror on the wall. He was somewhat fit at least, lean and fair skinned. Not
that he would ever use the words hot or beautiful to describe himself. He
definitely wasn’t bad looking. He sighed once more. Now if he could just find
someone who thought the same about him. Preferably a reasonably good-looking
guy.
Still, Stiles knew you could only ask for so much.
His stomach growled. He grabbed at it, realizing how hungry he actually was.
FOOD! So hungry!He sprinted out of his room, his feet nearly failed him during
the descend down the staircase. He didn’t fall, luckily, since there would have
been no one to help him if he landed flat on his face in the middle of the
hallway. He continued swiftly towards the kitchen where he quickly found his
way into the fridge and plucked out the things he wanted.
Toast!Something crispy was unquestionably in Stiles’ taste at that moment.
Obviously, he needed something to put on it as well. Peanut butter and jam!What
else? Nothing could beat good old PB&J. He worked steadily and prepared his
breakfast with great precision, even something as simple as toast had to be
made to the best of his abilities if it was to satisfy his taste buds.
The first bite, the sound of the golden crust breaking apart. The second bite,
the peanut butter’s earthy tones spread across his tongue with ease as it
started sticking to the top of his mouth. The third bite, sweet and sourer
notes coming from the jam washed it all away. Leaving him ready for more as he
continued to feast.
Now that his hunger had been satisfied, his mind began to wonder about last
night’s events. It still seemed surreal to think that he had been mere minutes
from death, only escaping with little to spare. His hands started to shake
uncontrollably. He tried discarding the unpleasant thoughts from his mind, and
he succeeded – somewhat. The only thing that he couldn’t keep his mind from
thinking about, was the wolf. The one that had decided to spare his life for
some unknown reason? Why hadn’t it killed him, feasted on his flesh and
satisfied its hunger? Was he off-putting somehow? Maybe he smelled bad? He
discreetly sniffed himself. Nothing out of the ordinary as far as he was
concerned.
Then why? The question burned in his mind, refusing to give up any ground as he
fought to find an answer. Nothing came to mind. No logical reason, nor any
illogical for that matter, made any sense to him.
Why? WHY!?He simply couldn’t let it go, he needed the answer if he was going to
leave this whole incident behind him. He couldn’t move forward with his life
until he had discovered the meaning behind the wolf’s reasoning.
This is crazy - I must be going mad!
It seemed to go against anything any sane person would do. Why could he even
think of doing something like that? It was madness – pure madness!
Nevertheless, he found himself fully clothed in a pair of light denim jeans and
a white T-shirt and well on his way down the stairs before he’d even realized
what he was doing. He grabbed a pair of sneakers and went out the door. The key
turned and locked the door shut behind him.
STOP!
This was the time for him to take a moment and think. The time for him to come
to his senses and keep himself from doing probably the stupidest thing he had
ever done in his life. Regrettably, he didn’t seem able to stop himself.
Something deep in his mind, his soul even, had already made the decision to go
through with his ludicrous plan. He was going to determine once and for all if
he had simply avoided his untimely death by pure luck… Or if there was some
higher meaning behind his second chance at life.
His legs had begun to move almost on their own; leading him to what would be
his destiny. No matter the outcome.
***** Where the wolf lives, the forest is healthy. *****
Shallow breathing. He nervously placed each step he took on the wet ground
beneath. His erratic heartbeat pounded hard against his chest, seemed like he
kept pressuring himself more than he needed to.
Should I stop?
No, he needed to do this. He needed to figure out why he was still alive
against all odds.
Stiles halted. He looked at the path behind him where faint light fluttered
amid the branches and leaves of the forest. Far in the distance, he could see
the road leading back towards the town and the world he had left behind. He
turned his head to once again and focused on the task at hand.
Calm yourself, everything is fine. No need to worry – you’re just going to
track down a savage beast that could kill you in the blink of an eye.
Summoning all the courage he could muster, he advanced deeper into the wilds in
search of his pray.
Was it his prey? Maybe he had been fooled; maybe he was walking straight into a
trap set by a hungry beast. He shook his head violently, fighting against the
headache he had suddenly gotten. No way could the wolf have known that he would
come back. No way could it have planned for it. Wolves did not think like that,
they were all instinctive and such. Bite first; ask questions later. Feral.
Then why hadn’t it killed him when it had the chance?
“AAAAaarh!” His scream echoed through the empty wood. Why couldn’t he make
sense of it?
Seriously! When I find that wolf, I’m going to…
He stopped dead in his tracks. Something was off; a cold shiver ran down his
spine, compelling him to look behind him – nothing there. He calmed his
breathing. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea after all. However, he continued
moving forward. He already knew that he was being stupid for coming back there.
Still, he thought to himself.
What’s the worst that could happen?
He had run out of time to contemplate, potentially the biggest mistake of his
life. Stiles had arrived at his destination. His head tilted slightly to the
side as he looked at the place he had almost lost his life.
GOD! I’m even crazier than people think I am.
He cautiously examined the rock formation in front of him. His fingertips
dances across the stone where he had sat nailed in his place. Until that
UNUSUAL wolf had rescued him. There was nothing special to be found, except
perhaps a lingering sense of impending doom and splashes of blood. The body of
the defeated wolf was gone. Wonder what happened to it? Scavengers?
His feet rapidly carried him further in to the depths of the forest.
He, the wolf must have a den somewhere… wait. Was it a him? She? IT!?
Regardless, he continued searching for signs and answers to the increasing
amount of questions he had. The foliage of the forest grew thicker, branches
was clawing at him when he moved passed them as the ground beneath him became
even more unruly than before.
Suddenly, a cheerful tune echoed throughout the forest. In a fit of panic, he
reached for his phone. “Hi DaHHHD!” With a loud thump, he landed on the ground
having tripped on something. The pain from falling made him grind his teeth
slightly as he tried to overcome it.
“Stiles? What’s going on? Are you all right? SAY SOMETHING!?”
He sighed heavily. “Yea Dad, I’m fine.” He rubbed his eyes and tried to get a
handle on the situation.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing. Just lying down at the moment. Why do you ask?” That didn’t sound
suspicious at all.
In an almost exhausted tone of voice, his father responded. “You know you never
really been a very good liar.”
“Maybe you’re just a really good detective.” He could practically hear his dad
worrying right now. He braced himself before continuing to speak. “I’m just
getting a little fresh air. That’s all. Promise.”
“What!?”
“Calm down, Dad. I can’t leave the house now? I wasn’t aware that I was
suddenly grounded or something?”
Another loud sigh boomed through the phone. “No, you aren’t grounded. I’m just
worried. That’s all.”
Stiles had a smile on his face. “Yea, I know, Dad.”
“But please, I know I’m being a little overprotecting right now. Just stay far
away from the woods. Okay?”
“HA HA. Right, as if I would be stupid enough to wander right back there.
Without so much as thinking about the dangers or the fact that I could run
into… LIKE… how crazy do you think I am, Dad? HA HA” He swallowed hard.
“I’m beginning to wonder that myself. But as long as you promise me that you
don’t go into the woods. Got it?”
“I promise.” Since I’m technically already in the woods. I can only leave them
– technically.
“Good. I’ll be home fairly early tonight. I can make us something nice for
dinner if you want?”
“Or we could just order take-out and watch a movie.”
“Right. That sounds nice… Son.”
“You should probably get back to work. I know you are the sheriff and all, but
still.”
“Yea. You know that I… I mean. I care.”
“I love you too, Dad.” He knew that his father cared; he just didn’t always
know how to express it.
“And I love you, Son. See you tonight.”
“Bye.”
He hung up the phone. Right, time to get a hold of myself. Time to…
He catch a quick glimpse of something in the corner of his eye. The wolf?
Wolves? Something worse? He got back up on his feet as fast as possible. His
heart was pounding once again. Seriously, if he died of a heart attack at an
early age, he wouldn’t be surprised.
He dusted himself off as best he could.
Where was I? Oh, yes. I was getting into trouble – like usual.
Stiles sighed loudly. “DAMN IT. I should just leave before things go from bad
to worse.” No sooner had he uttered those words, did he spot wolf tracks
nestled in between some fallen leaves on the ground.
That’s disturbingly convenient timing. Seriously, is this some form of joke?
He rubbed his forehead. No point in going back, right. He had already risked
his life trying to find something. And there it was. Wolf tracks. Big ones too.
They obviously belonged to the large wolf from yesterday. The same large, sharp
teethed, none-teenage eating KIND wolf.
He hoped.
He knelled down to investigate further. This was certainly the one he had been
looking for. Why was he looking for it again? Surprisingly, the realization of
just how must danger he was actually in finally kicked him in the nuts. It was
excruciating to say the least. No longer was he just mildly aware of the chance
of danger, oh no. Now, he was in danger.
His mouth was dry. He desperately tried to calm his nerves to no avail.
FUCK! What am I… why am I? What that…. No… NO!?
Hot, heavy damp air was hitting him in the back of his head. Pearls of sweat
poured down his neck, soaking the collar of his t-shirt. He could hear it now,
the slow steady breathing of the wolf. How long had it been standing there? Had
it been spying on him this entire time? Just waiting for the perfect moment to
strike.
Please God. Just let me get out of this mess one more time and I promise….
A sudden whimper from the wolf behind sent him flying over the edge. He
screamed at the top of his lungs. Adrenalin pulsated through his body, sending
him running away as fast he could. Never questioning if he could even out run
the wolf at all.
Was it following him at all? He didn’t dare look behind him to check. His eyes
were firmly on the ground in front of him, trying to navigate the difficult
terrain the best he could. Although he should have sparred some time looking up
instead.
With a loud smack, he fell backwards on the ground. He hadn’t noticed the tree
right in front of him while trying to escape. Confused and out of breath, he
tried to focus in on the branches and treetops to stop them spinning.
You call that… that a… a punch?
***** He who company with wolves learns to howl. *****
What’s… where?
Stiles opened his eyes. The sun still burned brightly in the sky above, warming
his skin with its rays. How long have I been out? Where am I? Right… I was
running. Trying to get away.
He sat upright with such hast that it caused his gaze to flicker and fade
before him. He grabbed at his head, remembering his encounter with a certain
tree. God dammit! That thing hit me almost as hard as Kevin.
Still wrapped in a state of confusion, a low gruff emanated near him and
brought him back to reality. “Huh?” He flinched; his hart jumped. The black
wolf was lying on the ground not far from him. It wasn’t doing anything other
than looking, studying him even. He could see its blue eyes examine his every
move with great ease, nothing he did would go unnoticed by this creature who
had him firmly in its grip.
Shit! What am I going to do?He stared at the beast in awe, wondering what was
going through its mind as they both gazed at each other. It wasn’t long before
he started looking more closely at the wolf, examining it in detail. Thick
black fur, long muscular legs. Those massive paws. Probably hiding great big
claws that could rip his flesh apart. And although that was as terrifying a
notion as any, for the first time since seeing the wolf, he remained calm
enough to actually sense some of the wolfs’ feelings. And it wasn’t anger or
hunger that he felt. It was curiosity.
His eyes lingered on the wolf. It meet his gaze with a sense of serenity he had
never expected from a wild animal. He tilted his head to the side and wondered.
Surprisingly, the wolf mirrored his move before he could do anything else.
What the?He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the opposite side to see
how the wolf would react. It quickly followed suit without braking its graze.
He preceded with lifting his right hand in the air, holding it as you almost
would when greeting a friend. The black wolf raised its paw in response. He
couldn’t help himself from giggling slightly.
The wolf’s amusing grunts filled the air. It shifted its weight and raised its
left paw before Stiles had a chance to continue their little game.
“Are you…” He held his tongue. Should he be talking to it? Would it even
understand him?
“Are you making fun of me right now?”
The wolf just kept its left paw in the air, waiting patiently like a well-
trained pet.
Stiles somewhat hesitantly lifted his left hand to satisfy the wolf. It looked
as if he had quickly become the one following orders.
The wolf seemed pleased with his efforts for the moment as it relaxed once
more, returning to look at him with its erringly calm gaze.
“Heh… didn’t take you long did it? Guess I know who the alpha-dog around here
is.”
A loud dissatisfied bark quickly countered his comment.
“Right. Sorry. Alpha-wolf, obviously. Nobody would think you were a dog.” He
watched the wolf turn its head, averting its gaze. Feeling like he had just
been stabbed in the gut, he tried to regain some sense of pride. “Jesus, you
don’t have to be such a drama queen about it.”
The wolf snorted.
Right, way to go Stilinski. You are sitting in the middle of the wood talking
to a wolf. AND LOOSING!
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. You are a very nice wolf. Clearly… happy now?”
The wolf didn’t say or do anything in response, questioning his sanity even
further. He rubbed his forehead, gently trying to massage it in hopes of it
healing quickly. He stopped quickly however as the wolf suddenly got up and
moved closer to him. A lot closer.
“What are you… okay now? That’s a good wolf. Stay – STAY.” He withdrew
slightly. But with no real way for him to retread, he just allowed the wolf to
do whatever it wanted and hoped to God it hadn’t suddenly gotten hungry for
teenage boy.
It felt weird at first, extremely invasive to say the least. The wolf’s
surprisingly soft tongue felt warm against his skin as it licked his forehead.
Oddly enough, he hadn’t felt threatened or scared from the moment the wolf had
made contact. He just felt - safe, cared for even.
He felt an urge to reach out to the wolf, to let it know somehow that he had
accepted the gesture. His hand slowly raised up from the ground. He could
almost feel the soft black fur between his fingertips just by thinking about
it.
He reached out, his hand met nothing but air as the black wolf effortlessly
dodged his grasp. It carefully watched him from a distance while he prayed that
he hadn’t made everything worse somehow.
What was he supposed to do? What was going to happen now that he had found the
wolf?
The forest was silent. Only Stiles’ slow deep breaths echoed throughout. After
what had seemed like an eternity, the wolf got up, turned around and started to
walk. Leaving him feeling confused yet again.
“Why haven’t you…” He held back his words as the wolf stopped in its tracks.
Even if he was scared, now was his chance. If he was going to figure out why
the wolf hadn’t eaten him, he had to ask now while he still could. “Why haven’t
you attacked me?”
The wolf turned to face him once more.
“Why am I still alive?” His questions resonated within him. Tears had begun to
form. “Why did you save me…? WHY?”
Obviously, the wolf did not answer his questions. It was foolish to think that
it actually would. He cried. He cried because he had been afraid – he cried
because he had been hurt – and he cried because for the first time in his life,
he had felt that someone wanted him to keep on living. That he was worth it.
“What are you?” He surprised even himself with that question. A wolf stood
right in front of him, yet he knew that it was something more than that.
Something special.
The wolf sat down, it looked as if it wasn’t going to leave after all.
Stiles wondered. The serene moment was spoiled when his phone started
vibrating, shattering his concentration.
The wolf perked its ears at the noise.
“Shit!” His father would be leaving work soon. He had sent him a text asking
what type of food he would like him to bring home for dinner. Stiles would have
to hurry back if he wanted to get home before his father. He had to get back
before him if he wanted to avoid being yelled at for sure. He might even still
get in trouble if his father found out that he had lied to him and gone into
the forest again.
He looked at the wolf sitting in silence. He couldn’t just leave could he? The
wolf probably wouldn’t stop him, it was after all not out to hurt him. Still,
after all the trouble he had gone through to find the wolf, was he just going
to leave it? He slowly got back up on his feet. The wolf looked up at him and
followed suit.
“I have to leave… if I come back. Will you still be here? I mean. Tomorrow?” He
still needed to learn more about the wolf. He wanted to get to know it if he
could. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. The connection between them.
Their eyes lingered on each other. The wolf approached him, lifting its head
high. It waited for something. That much was clear to see. He hesitantly
reached out his hand. Last time the wolf had avoided his touch, and he wasn’t
really sure of what the outcome would be this time.
His hand gently touched the muzzle. The wolf sniffed at the underside of hand
before it pressed its nose against it.
He smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Tomorrow then.” He started walking; he needed to get home as quickly as he
could even if he really didn’t want to part with the wolf. He constantly looked
over his shoulder, checking to see if the wolf was still there. It stood
unmoved and faded into the background as he moved further away, until he could
no longer find it among the tress and foliage of the forest.
That was so…… FUCK!
His heart was racing. Partly because he now ran as fast as he could, trying to
get home. And partly because he had just experienced something he had never
thought possible. The wolf had been even friendlier than he could have
imagined. It seemed that it hadn’t been an accident that it had spared his life
the first time they met. Perhaps their meeting had been fated all along. But
for what purpose Stiles wondered.
His legs moved faster than he thought possible. His muscles ached and burned
from abuse, he ran all the way home in hopes of beating his father to it.
Fortunately, the car and his father was nowhere in sight as he reached his
front door. Out of breath and sweating like mad, he walked inside and quickly
made his way upstairs to the bathroom.
“Right… have to make sure that Dad doesn’t find out that I disobeyed him…
again.”He looked at himself in the mirror. He ran a finger across his forehead,
examining the bump he had gotten from his run in with the tree earlier. It
didn’t look half as bad as he thought it would. Actually it hadn’t hurt after
the wolf had tended to it for whatever reason. That’s some tongue on that wolf.
Healing saliva or something…
No sooner had he gotten himself together, before he heard his father come
through the door.
“I’m home!”
Stiles looked at himself one last time before he went downstairs to greet his
father. Okay, keep cool. He doesn’t know… he won’t figure it out unless…
“There you are. Had a nice day? How was your walk?” His father looked at him
with a smile on his face, greeting him as he entered the living room.
“Huh? Oh, my walk. It was great. Lots of fresh air. Just what I needed.” He
flashed the biggest genuine-fake-smile he could muster.
His father didn’t exactly look overly convinced by it though. However, to his
great surprise, he didn’t pressure him any further.
Lock me up and call me crazy! I’m going to get away with this after all..
“I’ve bought Thai. I didn’t really know what you wanted since you didn’t answer
my text.” His father walked into the kitchen with the food.
He quickly followed while he kicked himself for not remembering to reply.His
dad looked at him suspiciously.
“So, what were you doing?”
“What was I doing when what?”
His father started to unwrap the food. He was calm, too calm for Stiles’
liking. “When you were too busy to answer my text.” He lifted his gaze and
looked him straight in the eye.
He panicked slightly. He took a deep breath an answered as calmly as he could.
“I was doing stuff.”
“Stuff?” His dad raised an eyebrow.
“Teenage stuff.”
“Such as?”
He sighed overdramatically. “Seriously DAD! I was masturbating to hardcore
porn. All right! Happy now?”
His father hesitantly answered the question. “Kind of.”
“That’s disturbing.”
“Son. It’s normal for a teenage boy to explore his bo..”
“NO NO NO! Not listening!”
“Well at least you weren’t getting into trouble.”
He swallowed hard. “Right. Let’s eat before it gets cold.”
He praised himself lucky that his father hadn’t started talking about growing
up and the changes teenage boys went through. Using masturbation as an excuse
hadn’t exactly been his smartest move. His father kept talking about how busy
he had been at work lately, and that it probably wasn’t going to get better
anytime soon. Stiles didn’t mind really, he was used to it by now. However, his
dad made sure to tell him to great extent that he would use all his spare time
on their relationship. That they would have father and son time, at least once
a week, which made him feel warm inside.
They spend the evening watching television and talking shortly about how Stiles
were holding up after last night’s events. He made it clear that he wasn’t
feeling up for school tomorrow either. His father didn’t argue. Still he knew
that he had to go back eventually, he just enjoyed the fact that he could get a
couple of days off free.
And most importantly, he didn’t want to go to school tomorrow since he had
other things to attend to.
***** The gaze of a wolf reaches into your soul. *****
Skipping school was something you normally only dreamed about. Nevertheless,
Stiles had managed to get two whole days’ worth of approved free time. All it
took was having a fight with his father and nearly dying. Still, he probably
wasn’t going to make it a regular thing just to get a free pass from school.
His dad had suggested that he tried going to school on Monday, which was fine
by him anyway. It just meant that he had to get the most out of the day as he
possibly could.
It was still early when he left his house and headed towards the forest. After
all, he had promised to meet with the wolf once more. God! I hope it decides to
show up again today.
If he were lucky enough, he would have more time to figure out of what was
going on behind those perfectly azure-blue eyes.
He kept a steady pace as he walked, he didn’t want to be late. Although, come
to think of it, they hadn’t agreed on a time for their meeting. How would you
even go about telling a wolf to meet you around two o’clock at a specific
location?
Please be there – Please be there…
The bright sunlight helped him find his way back to where he had had his run-in
with the wolf rather easily. He frowned at the tree that he had knocked himself
out with yesterday. So embarrassing. Thankfully nobody had seen him do it –
well, nobody except for the wolf.
He was about to move on in search of the wolf when he heard a rustle in the
bushes behind him. His head snapped around to look. “JESUS!” His heart pounded
fast and furiously in his chest. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
The wolf didn’t answer. It just watched him while it remained calm and
collected.
After his blood pressure and nerves had settled slightly, he noticed something
different about the wolf. Is it just me or… it’s smaller than I remember? No.
It was still as massive and impressing as ever. Maybe he had just gotten used
it, and that made it look less frightening.
“Sorry if I was… I mean. Have you been waiting long?” Again no reply. Perhaps
he would have to rethink his silly notion of the wolf being something more than
a normal animal after all. He scratched the back of his neck. “So… the weather
is nice...”
The wolf barked loudly.
Wolves barks. Who knew…?“Yes, I know that it’s a boring thing to talk about.
You come up with something then, if you think you are so much better.”
The wolf frantically pointed its muzzle in his direction.
He turned around, nothing out of the ordinary as far as he could see. He
refocused on the wolf while he raised an eyebrow. “There’s nothing there. Just
trees.”
The wolf closed the gap between them and settled itself by his feet.
His heart skipped a beat, who knew what such an animal could think of suddenly
doing. However, the wolf just lightly pressed its paw against his left leg. He
could feel the raw strength of the creature as it rested some of its weight
against him.
Wow, I wouldn’t stand a chance if it wanted to knock me over…
The wolf looked up at him with its big blue eyes.
“What is it? I don’t know what you want?”
It nudged at his leg once again.
Seriously, what do you want with my leg?“It’s my leg alright.”
The wolf grunted. It nudged harder now with its nose, this time getting awfully
close to his crotch. “WOW there. Careful!” He took a few steps backwards. “It’s
just me…”
Me?“Wait? You want to talk about me?” He thought he was imagining things when
the wolf nodded in response. “Okay then. Like… what do you want to know?”
The wolf whimpered softly while it tilted its head sideways.
“Right. Well… I guess I’ll start at the beginning then. I’m Stiles.” He
instinctively held out his hand. To his surprise, the wolf offered him its paw
in return. “Cool. You know how to shake hands.” He was grinning from ear to
ear.
“What’s your name big guy?” Wait… are you a guy?
How could he figure it out, and should he even care? Now that he had thought
about it, his curiosity wouldn’t give him any rest until he knew the answer.
He casually started whistling. “You don’t mind if I sit down do you?” He
pointed at the ground besides the wolf. As the wolf didn’t seem to care either
way he decided to go with his initial plan. As soon as he had made himself
comfortable, he discreetly leaned towards the wolf.
He swallowed hard. Definitely a guy!
The wolf kept perfectly still. Although, the strange look on its face as they
regained eye contact told him that it knew exactly what he had been up to.
His hands began sweating as he spoke. “I wasn’t like… I mean. I just wanted to
make sure.”
The wolf’s eyes widened as it looked at him.
“So! What should we call you? I know you probably have a name already… do
wolves have names?” A feeble attempt at changing the subject. A moment of
silence followed. “How about… Lassie? Pongo? Maybe, Bolt?”
The wolf shook its head at each of them.
“Okay, guess I’ll just call you… Wolf. Simple and clean. Is that alright with
you?”
Wolf looked at him in response to the name. It seemed satisfactory if nothing
else for him to be called by that name.
Well at least I have a name for him now.“… So are you alone out here? … or do
you have family? A pack maybe?”
Wolf laid down, resting his head on his front legs while averting his gaze.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to… shouldn’t I have asked?” His mind scrambled to make
sense of the situation. However, he came up short. As usual when dealing with
his newfound acquaintance. “Why don’t I go first… you can just… talk if you
feel like it, okay?”
By some manner of miracle, he had regained his connection with Wolf. He moved
his head to face him and appeared as if he was at least going to listen to what
Stiles had to say.
“So, I’m Stiles… but I’ve already told you that. I guess I’m your average
teenage boy, or at least that’s what I wish I could say… I live with my Dad –
He’s the sheriff, which means he works a lot. But he’s trying to make more time
for us lately. Actually ever since I met, you… well since you saved my life.
Did I remember to thank you for that by the way?”
Wolf’s ears perked.
“Thank you for saving me. I thought I was going to die… that those wolves were
going to kill me you know. And I’m sorry that I didn’t realize earlier that you
weren’t trying to kill me as well. You were just…. Well. I owe you.”
Wolf returned to rest next to him as he continued talking about himself. He
felt comfortable telling Wolf all the things he never told other people. All
the stuff nobody cared to believe when he did.
“… so basically he’s a real ASS. I don’t know why exactly, but Kevin has always
had it out for me. Calling me names, beating on me. He thinks I’m some sort of
freak I guess… he’s probably right.”
Wolf huffed loudly.
He looked at him in surprise. “Yes I know what you’re thinking. That I
shouldn’t let him bully me. That I should stand up to him. Tell him to go FUCK
himself!” He bit his lower lip. “It’s just not so easy you know. If I had big
razor claws like yours, perhaps. But we aren’t all big scary wolves.”
Wolf growled faintly.
“Not that I find you scary anymore. You are rather beautiful if I’m honest. For
a wolf you know.”
He talked with Wolf for hours that afternoon. Although he never really said
anything for obvious reasons, Wolf still managed to keep him explaining more
and more about his life. It made him rethink practically his whole life as he
said it aloud. If nothing else, Wolf seemed like the perfect confidant for a
lonely teenage boy.
“… I don’t really remember that much about my mother. Her scent, I can still
smell it if I close my eyes and concentrate really hard. But I’ve forgotten… I
almost can’t remember her at all.” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye
while he looked at Wolf. “It’s alright… I still have my Dad. So… I mean it’s
hard sometimes… but alright.”
He looked at his phone and wailed displeasingly. He could have spent countless
hours like that. The way Wolf listened when he spoke, even if he didn’t really
understand, made him feel accepted in some way. “You know, Wolf. I feel like I
can tell you anything. You wouldn’t think less of me or talk back, even if you
could speak. I’ve really enjoyed spending the day with you.”
He paused and gathered his thoughts. “It’s just; I have to get back home. My
Dad would kill me if he got back and found I wasn’t home.”
Wolf looked at him rather oddly.
“It’s not like I’m a prisoner or anything. He wouldn’t mind it if I was
spending time with friends, I’m sure he would be delighted. But a wolf – he
would kill me.”
Wolf huffed as he got up on his feet and started walking.
“Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it. And I’m sure my father doesn’t have anything
against wolves per se. He just wants me to hang out with guys my own age… and
species.” He hurried after Wolf. “HEY! Wait up. Don’t leave me behind.”
Wolf trotted along at average speed; he kept a few steps ahead as they walked
back to the edge of the forest. Upon arrival, he looked back and forth between
Stiles and the world outside the forest.
“You don’t have to throw me out you know… you can just tell me if you want me
to stop coming.” The look on Wolf’s face made him cringe in regret. “Yea, bad
joke. Sorry…”
Wolf was idly staring at him, waiting for something to happen.
“So… guess I’ll see you around? You won’t mind if I come back… to visit.
Right?” He desperately searched for some form of answer in Wolf’s behavior.
Nothing stood out. Nothing told him that Wolf wanted him to come back as soon
as possible. That he would be missed. “Well… bye then.” He started walking. It
was fun while it lasted…
As he walked back towards town, he heard a loud howl coming from the forest. A
smile formed on his lips. Although he couldn’t be sure, something deep inside
told him that this wasn’t going to be the last time he crossed paths with Wolf.
For better or for worse, Wolf was most certainly going to be a part of his life
from now on.
***** Running with wolves. *****
Deep breaths. He quickly placed each foot in front of the other as he moved
effortlessly through the forest. Stiles felt fantastic, better than he had in a
long time. Everything was so bright and fresh. He discovered the world anew as
made his way past the trees and branches. The usual background noises of nature
were louder and sharper than ever before. He could virtually hear the tiny
tapping of the insects the scurried across the soft undergrowth, minding their
own businesses as he walked past them. The birds in the crowns sang with more
vibrato than he had ever experienced.
A gentle tingling spread through his nose, causing him to shiver in response.
That? I know that smell! No sooner had he realized it himself, did Wolf appear
in a clearing not far from where he stood. Their eyes found each other
effortlessly and lingered for a moment.
He wanted to say something, anything. He was happy to see Wolf as always.
Still, just as the forest brimmed with newfound vigor, there was something
slightly off about Wolf as he stood there in silence. The sudden explosion of
emotion and frantic energy as Wolf galloped away enthralled him completely.
Without further notion, he sprinted after the black wolf with every intent of
running him down. Every muscle in his body flexed and retracted in perfect
harmony as he ran, pushing himself to his limit. He could still see Wolf in the
distance as he moved at high speed.
Light fluttered into his eyes as he broke through the thick foliage and entered
a clearing in the wood. He exhaled harshly; it was rather exhilarating to have
hunted down and caught up with your target. Satisfaction washed over him as he
triumphantly jogged over to Wolf whom had placed himself at the edge of the
lake embedded in the middle of the clearing.
“You didn’t expect that, did you? Thinking you could get away – why did you…”
Every thought or notion he’d previously had faded quickly as he caught a
glimpse of the reflections in the water. They weren’t alone. Another wolf made
itself known, slowly getting clearer in the surface of the water. He turned
around in surprise, but found nothing but the forest staring back at him. He
looked at Wolf, still calm as ever and obviously unmoved by the presence of
this new wolf. Hesitantly, he refocused his gaze onto the water.
The wolf from before still staring back at him. A moment passed before the
overwhelming truth presented itself to him. He hadn’t noticed it until now,
thinking back the strange change in the world around him should have made it
clear from the very beginning.
Fuck! That’s not… that can’t be… ME!?
Now fully aware of the situation, he quickly noticed that the reflection of the
unknown wolf mirrored his every move perfectly. Holy shit! That really is me.
I’m a… a wolf.
The sunlight danced across his fur, revealing the subtle changes in color.
Brown - that was the dominant color of his hair. Nevertheless, it wasn’t just
your average boring brown. The best way for him to describe it would be clay,
terracotta clay. Stonewashed with just a touch of cinnamon. It wasn’t
displeasing to look at, far from it.
Wow, I didn’t know my eyes could look like that.Big almond shaped eyes shifted
and refocused on his mirror image as he studied himself. Hazel, indisputably
hazel. Although, for the first time. He noticed something more, a hidden aspect
of his eyes that he had never noticed before. What is that? Rings? No, swirls
of light.A deep golden color ran within his eyes. It reminded him of the rich
and nourishing caramel he so enjoyed.
Huh, I have caramel swirls in my eyes. Why haven’t I… guess that’s why I have
such a sweet tooth. Tooth? Teeth!The fangs were easy to identify as his tongue
ran across the inside of his mouth. The felt extremely comfortable despite his
initial surprise. Everything about him felt so natural.
Maybe this is the real me? That’s why I’ve never fit in – why I’ve always felt
different.His eyes lingered on the creature looking back at him. Soon the lines
between reality and fantasy started to dissipate. I was supposed to be born
like this… as a wolf. No… I am a wolf. I’ve gotten it all backwards. I haven’t
been dreaming about being a wolf – I’m awake now… I’m certain. I can feel the
ground beneath my paws. Everything is as it should be.
As he stood there lost in his own thoughts, he almost hadn’t noticed that Wolf
was nowhere to be found. Standing alone by the water’s edge, he felt
overwhelmed by the sudden silence and absence of life in the forest.
His reflection shattered. Everything came crushing down around him as colors
and shapes melted into obscurity. The ground beneath him had long since
disappeared, leaving him floating around in emptiness.
Blurred vision, shadows dancing around in desperate search of a place to
settle.
Slowly, the world around him became clearer. He was lying in his bed, entangled
in the beddings. Obviously, that was where he would be, the memory of going to
bed thinking about everything that had been going on lately, about Wolf, was
all too clear in his mind now that he’d regained control of himself.
Drowsy, he stretched and twisted his body. Almost slicing through the darkness,
he raised his hand towards the celling. Even in the dark, he could make out the
back of his hand. The feeling of his muscles tightening as it held in place. He
flexed and stretched each of his fingers, firmly forming a picture in his head.
A hand… obviously! Not a paw…
He let the weight of his hand fall down on himself. Ouch!The searing pain ran
through his skin, causing the lower right side of his face to go numb.
I think I might be spending too much time with wild animals.
***** If you live among wolves, you have to act like one. *****
Gray ill-disposed skies loomed above him as Stiles made his way from English
literature towards the cafeteria on the other side of the school. He had to
make it passed the library, the gym and countless of other students in order to
get there. Although it could be infuriating sometimes, the frantic sea of
people meant that he could easily fade into the background. It was very helpful
when avoiding unwanted attention, or to be more accurate, the unwanted
attention of the world’s biggest DICK, Kevin.
Thinking about it, he hadn’t really seen a lot of Kevin and his goons for some
time now. Obviously he had seen them, physically, in class and stuff. But for
some unknown reason, they hadn’t really terrorized him all that much. A few
swears, the occasional shove when passing by. Compared to their usual behavior
and attitude, you had to wonder if they had grown tired of him.
Maybe there’s a real chance for my face to heal completely before I get a new
scar this time…
He stopped dead in his tracks, painful cries echoed from a side passage near
the entrance of the cafeteria. He swallowed hard. Someone must have heard it;
he couldn’t have been the only one. Sudden nausea, a sourer taste spread across
the inside of his mouth. The walls started spinning around though he stood
firmly rooted to the ground. Wobbling slightly, he hesitantly took a step
towards the darkened hallway.
Instinctively he knew what was going on. He knew, because he himself had been
in just such a situation more times than he cared to think about. He had been
alone, hurt, and crying out for someone to give a shit for once in their lives.
What he wouldn’t have given for someone to reach out and pull him back up when
he needed it.
His body re-centered itself, now wasn’t the time for wishes and what ifs.
Nobody had been there to help him when he needed it; nobody had cared enough to
help. But Stiles wasn’t nobody.
Although he was frightened by what would happen. The last thing he could
possibly handle was for someone else to suffer as he had. He curled his right
hand into a fist and readied himself for impending doom.
“HEEEY!” His voice boomed out with more ferocity than he had expected. He
quickly demanded absolute attention.
Familiar faces glared at him from across the hall.
Kevin, the greatest tormenter of his life. His long rowdy blond hair where
almost bathed in sweat from having beaten his pray with much vigor. Although he
didn’t say anything, the look in his eyes where that of a beast right before it
sank its teeth into you. He lifted his right hand triumphantly for Stiles to
see, proudly displaying the blood stains on his knuckles.
Kevin’s trusted goons, Daniel Jones and Ed Sharman both laughed and shrieked
like a couple of deranged hyenas as they scrutinized him. The perfect example
of a couple of background players who had found someone they could desperately
cling to in order to survive. Both physically and style wise a black space of
nothingness, they had obviously resorted to bullying to avoid becoming the
pray.
“Was there something you wanted?” Kevin remained unmoved while he spoke.
“Actually…” He was shaking once again. Certain that he had walked straight into
a lion’s den he feared for himself. Profound stillness washed over him. His
eyes had settled on the boy who had been beaten half-senseless by the looks of
it. The pale blue and tear-filled eyes of this stranger forced him to move
passed his own insecurities. “…I was just wondering if you weren’t getting to
old for this?”
Kevin looked baffled by his words.
“I mean come on. There must be a better way for you to vent your frustrations…
have you tried football? Lots of sweaty man on man action, just how you like
it.”
In mere seconds, Kevin were up close and personal in his face. “What the fuck
are you saying!?”
He exhaled and continued with as much fortitude as he possible could. “I’m
saying!” He shifted his focus. His eyes firmly fixated on Kevin’s, finally
staring him down for once. “That I think you should get a grip of yourself and
go home. Because, frankly, we are seriously tired of having to deal with your
bullshit all the time.”
Almost foaming at the mouth, Kevin closed the already small gab between them
completely. “How about I just smack you around a little instead? You’ve always
liked that, haven’t you?”
“You could do that… But it won’t change anything.”
Kevin’s eyes widened. Those murky, hostile green eyes. Although of clear
coloring, they lacked any real light.
“You can punch, kick, and smack me around all day long if you wanted. And if
I’m honest about it, I probably couldn’t stop you even if I tried. Still. No
matter how much or how hard you punch me. No matter how many people you hurt –
you will always be a sad, miserable lonely little prick. Who uses violence in
order to compensate for his painfully obvious shortcomings.”
Kevin didn’t answer, and more amazingly, didn’t hit him either. Quickly Stiles
signaled for the hurt boy to make a run for it. Daniel and Ed didn’t stop him
as they were helpless to do anything with their leader stunned and disoriented.
The boy got back on his feet and halted passed Kevin.
To his surprise, the blue-eyed boy didn’t leave. He didn’t speak, he just
looked at him while he gestured for him to leave as well.
Slowly, he started moving. Nobody stopped him; it seemed he would get out of
this without a scratch for once. However, as soon as he had turned his back, he
realized that Kevin was about the bring him crashing down. There was nothing he
could do, although aware of the situation, he couldn’t possible avoid it in
time.
Something pulled him aside. He miraculously avoided being hit and stumbled
forward. The guy he had helped seconds ago didn’t waste any time in paying him
back. He swooped in front of Kevin and used the confusion to punch him clear in
the face. They saw their chance for an escape.
“RUN!” Stiles shouted at the top of his lungs as they both ran as fast they
could. He could hear the angered bullies shout in the distance. Still, there
was no way in hell that he was going to stop and look if they were being
followed.
Finally, after running for what seemed to be ages, they both started slowing
down and became overwhelmed by fatigue. “Fuck! That was… OMG!” He exhaled
loudly and looked at the boy resting against the wall beside him. “Are you…
alright?”
The boy laughed at his question and wiped some blood from his mouth. “You are
one crazy motherfucker… you know that right?”
He raised an eyebrow in response, although his assumption was true in more
regards than one. “Usually when someone saves you… you say thank you.”
“True - Let’s hear it then.”
“Huh?”
“I saved your ass from being pounded from behind back there… If I hadn’t pulled
you out of the way… heck, you may even have been dead right now.”
Lighthearted laughter filled the air as they both stared at each other.
“Guess we can call it even then?” He tilted his head backwards against the
wall, resting after having rebelled against his entire life so far.
“Why did you help me? We don’t know each other… I mean it is nice knowing that
I didn’t transfer to a school completely inhabited by morons. But you didn’t
have to… help.”
He paused. “Although I’ve never met you before – I know you. Hell, I’ve been
you. Still am. Those idiots have had it out for me my entire life. I couldn’t
just…”
“Thank you.”
Warmth spread throughout chest, soon his body buzzed with adrenalin and
satisfaction as he offered his hand to the stranger, he knew so well. “No
problem… I’m Stiles by the way.”
The blue-eyed boy smiled gently as he shook his hand. “I’m Isaac… Isaac Lahey.”
***** Flattery looks like friendship, just as a wolf looks like a dog. *****
Then I just have to make a right turn by that tree…
Stiles trotted along; memorizing in his head what had become a somewhat
familiar road by now. Finding Wolf in the woods after school was almost a daily
routine by now. And although it was the weekend, there really wasn’t anyone
else he wanted to spend his day with. It was hard for him to remember that Wolf
was in fact a wild animal after the way they had bonded.
The summer had really started kicking in. The sky was blue without a single
cloud in sight, the air was hot and he felt at ease as he walked through the
forest while the sunlight warmed his pale skin. Tiny pearls of sweat drizzled
down his chest. He modelled a pair of blue knickers and some half-worn white
sneakers. He had taken off his grey and black-striped t-shirt as soon as he had
entered the forest. To be frank, he were showing a lot of skin, more so than he
normally would. However, he didn’t think he would meet anyone else. With him,
he had brought a black backpack full of things he needed.
He raised his hand to shield his face from the sun as he looked up a small
hill. “Well, are you just going to stand there all day? Or are you going to say
hello?”
Wolf looked down at him from the hilltop; he had most likely watched him for a
while before deciding to come close.
He was used to it by now. Wolf always appeared before him without any warning
whatsoever. It was really quite impressive that an animal of that size could
sneak up on you without making a sound.
He looked at the wolf in front of him, ignoring him completely as it looked
passed him. He glanced over his shoulder before addressing Wolf. “It’s just me.
Nobody is coming.”
A faint huff were all the response he got.
“Don’t look so disappointed. You’re hurting my feelings you know.”
A moment of silence passed between them. Wolf just stared at him with no sign
of remorse in regards to his comment.
“Alright then. It’s going to be like that with you.” He shook his head, feeling
as silly as ever for talking to a wolf. However, it didn’t stop him. “I’m going
to the lake today. You can join me if you want.”
Wolf turned around and started walking with Stiles right on his heels.
He couldn’t get his head around how Wolf understood so much of what he said. It
was really strange if he was honest. Maybe Wolf didn’t understand the words
themselves. He could just pick up on the meaning of it by listening to his tone
of voice.
More likely, it was all just coincidental. No matter, he didn’t care how he
knew. As long as Wolf didn’t mind him being around, he was happy.
He made his way to the lake, settled almost in the middle of the forest. It was
so peaceful there, completely natural and untouched by man. WILD. The crystal
clear water lured him closer. He walked over to edge of the lake where Wolf had
started to settle down.
“Guess this is as good a place as any.”
He put down his bag and smiled at the curious looking wolf. He fished something
from his bag and held it up. “Look at what I’ve got.”
Wolf titled his head slightly; it seemed he wasn’t very interested.
Still he tried selling it, as the greatest thing ever, no way was a wolf going
to make him feel inadequate. “Look, treats! It’s jerked chicken. All meat,
nothing else.”
As soon as he had mentioned meat, Wolf raised his head and his ears stood
upright in full attention.
He opened the package and pulled out three strips of dried meat, offering them
to Wolf.
Wolf started sniffing at it.
He really wanted Wolf to accept his gift. He jumped back slightly in surprise
when Wolf snatched the treats from his hand. “You like that, don’t you?”
Wolf started sniffing rather aggressively at his hand.
“You ate it too quickly. You can have more later.”
The wolf growled lightheartedly at him.
His pulse quickened. He knew Wolf didn’t mean anything serious by it. However,
it was probably better to be safe than sorry. He emptied the entire package of
jerked chicken on the ground in front of Wolf. Making a point to show him the
empty bag.
“That’s all, okay? I can bring more next time, but that’s it.”
Wolf wasn’t paying much attention, he only focused on the food.
Stiles just smiled to himself and pulled out a towel from his bag. Laying it
neatly on the ground. Wolf looked up at him as he started moving around. He
laughed and took off his shoes. Wolf sniffed at them once and shook his head
violently.
“You don’t smell like a basket of roses yourself.” He started to undress,
taking off his socks and pants, and placed them on the towel. “It’s a good
thing that we are in the middle of the forest.” He pulled at his boxer briefs.
“Because I didn’t bring my swimming trunks.”
As soon as his boxers stared sliding down. Wolf whimpered and averted his gaze.
He continued stripping. “Are you shy? I don’t mind if you look.”
Wolf didn’t move, he kept his gaze firmly on the ground.
He couldn’t help himself from laughing. It didn’t matter if Wolf saw him naked.
After all, intelligent as he might be, he was just a wolf.
He walked into the lake; it quickly cooled his body as he started to relax. He
wished he had known about this place ages ago. Although his father probably
wouldn’t approve of him skinny-dipping.
“Come on Wolf. The water is perfect.”
Wolf paced back and forth at the edge of the lake. He huffed every so often
while he looked at him.
Maybe he doesn’t like getting his fur wet.He inhaled deeply before he submerged
himself completely in the cleansing lake.
Finally… peace.Total and utter peace washed over him. No one telling him what
to do. No one picking on him for being different or the way he looked. And no
Kevin beating him and calling him stupid.
Aaaa… just. Let go… nothing matters. Just, let go.
He felt blissful in that short moment. He deeply wished that he could just stay
there in the water, nurtured by the lake. Only one probably with that plan. He
had to breathe at some point. He unwillingly returned to the surface. He looked
around and spotted Wolf dipping his paw into the water, only to recoil while he
desperately tried shaking it dry.
He laughed uncontrollably. You couldn’t hope for a better friend than Wolf. He
was naturally funny, a good listener. And above all else, he protected him if
need be.
Meeting Wolf had helped him more than he had realized himself. It had become
easier with his day-to-day life, his problems. He sighed loudly while he
floated around. Still, he wanted something more. Maybe even more so than a
friend.
He wanted to be loved. And to be in love himself. To feel so much for someone
that you couldn’t imagine your life without them.
Will someone ever love me like that?
He lost focus when Wolf howled softly, it sounded to him as if he was calling
him back to shore. He felt warm inside, a slight tingling feeling in his chest.
Wolf… If only you were human. I think this is what love would feel like.
“Alright, alright. Stop your whining. I haven’t forgotten you or anything.” He
swam back to where Wolf was standing and greeted him with a smile.
Wolf seemed satisfied until he got out of the water and stood in front of him.
He whimpered once more.
“What’s wrong?”
Wolf lowered his gaze.
“Seriously? Don’t tell me you really are bothered by me being naked.”
Wolf didn’t respond. And he didn’t look up at him when he talked.
“You’re a guy. And you don’t hear me complaining about you being naked all the
time.” Wolf looked straight into his eyes. It truly seemed as if he felt
uncomfortable. For whatever reason.
Silly Wolf.Stiles walked over to his things and the towel he had placed on the
ground earlier. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m not planning on getting dressed
anytime soon.” He made himself comfortable on the towel and looked at the
beautiful blue sky above him while the sun’s rays kissed his skin. “I want to
just stay here in the sun, letting it dry my skin. And you are free to join me
if you want, or just sit there like a stuck-up sour-wolf.”
He closed his eyes and started to relax. This was a perfect day. No worries. No
obligations. Time seemed to halt completely. There was only this moment. Only
the sun.
Half asleep and in a state of ecstasy, his right hand sluggishly caressed the
warm skin across his chest. Birds tweeted charmingly in the treetops, lulling
him further into his trance. He bit down on his bottom lip, running his tongue
over it. His hand moved down his chest, reaching his abs and bellybutton. …yea,
that feels nice…
His breaths became short and erratic. He parted his legs slightly and placed
his heels firmly on the ground. His mind raced as an image formed. Muscular
arms… pumped biceps… defined chest and sculptured abs.
He was burning up inside, heaps of untapped sexual tension were driving him
mad. Dark haired… nice ass. Oh, fuck… and a big, juicy…
Soft moans filled the hot summer air. He stretched his body and turned his head
sideways. Although hazy, he spotted Wolf staring at him wide eyed and ears at
full attention.
The situation suddenly became painfully clear. A wave of humiliation washed
away all urges that he might have had a moment ago. He looked down at his
erection, already throbbing and leaking pre-cum. Panic started to kick in.
They looked at one another briefly before they both averted their gaze.
He got up and dressed in record time.
“I’m sorry.” Why am I…. he’s a Wolf… he doesn’t understand…. DOES HE!? He
grabbed his bag off the ground. “You were right. Me being naked IS weird.”
He turned around and started walking. “I have to go now… I hope… see you later
Wolf.”
Wolf remained silent. He followed him back through the forest as usual.
Nervously he waved goodbye. What the fuck just happened? What am I… GOD… I’m a
freaking pervert!Although he obviously didn’t see anything wrong with
fantasizing about men, it left his comfort zone when it came to masturbating in
front of anyone. Even a wolf.
He walked straight home after what had started out as an excellent Saturday. He
didn’t feel that proud about what had happened, and all he could hope for was
that it hadn’t ruined the delicate friendship he had formed with Wolf.
… I just hope he doesn’t hate me after today…
***** Sheep’s clothing. *****
“I’m sorry Son. I know I promised that we were going to spend more time
together after…”
After I almost got myself killed.His father never said it aloud. Obviously, he
talked about how stupid Stiles had been. How he could have gotten himself hurt.
How much he meant to him. His dad had even talked about his mother, which he
normally only reserved for special occasions. Despite all that, he had never
said the words… if you had died.
“I told you it’s fine… twice. Seriously, Dad. I really don’t mind… not that I
don’t enjoy our father-son bonding … I do. It’s just…”
“You wouldn’t mind some alone time. I get it.”
He smiled slightly. “I know you are the sheriff and all, but shouldn’t you be
getting back to work? You can’t be talking on the phone all night long. Think
of what they would say.”
“That their sheriff cares and worries about his teenage son who continuously
gets himself into trouble.”
“Right. If they are whispering about anything, I’m probably to blame for it.”
          
“Let them talk. What matters is that you are happy… and safe. And behave. And
maybe you could try to…”
He rolled his eyes at the phone “RIGHT! I get it. You care. Thanks, Dad.”
“Anytime, champ.”
“Well, have fun throwing people in jail. And remember to eat something. Proper
food, not just junk.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?”
“Nah, I’m still a teenager. My body runs on junk.”
“You know, it’s nice to know that you care about your father. Seems I raised
you pretty well.”
“You sure did. I’m a model citizen.” He opened the microwave.
“Don’t stay up too late okay.”
“Sure, Dad. Take care.”
He placed his phone on the countertop and picked up his dinner. “Lasagna!” As
he walked into the living room, he was taken aback by the surprisingly empty
feeling of the house. Normally he wouldn’t have minded. But lately, he had
gotten used to his father being home for dinner almost every day.
Some TV will lighten things up... The sound of laughter soon filled the room as
he sat himself down on the couch. It was one of those retro-shows from the mid
90’s. Amusing as such shows were. He fancied something different for a change.
News… sport… news… people who thinks they can dance… not funny… WOLF!?
He paused his ceaseless channel surfing when he came across a documentary on
Animal Planet. A special on the behavior of canines and their intelligence.
Which included wolves.
Maybe I can get some pointers on how to communicate better with Wolf.He took a
bite of his dinner. HOT!He burned his mouth on his lasagna.
I wonder how many WOOFS it would take to say I’m sorry forexposingmyself and
getting abonerin front of you? Maybe… if I just act casual, things will work
themselves out. He’s probably reacting more to my feelings than… what I did.
His embarrassment resurfaced as he remembered the look on Wolf’s face. It
reached even higher grounds when the experts on the show started talking about
how wolves could sense the intentions behind any given action. Apparently, they
knew if your thoughts were pure by reading body language and facial expression.
For all canines, smell was also a big part of understanding and interacting
with their surroundings.
Oh, God! Don’t tell me that he most definitely understood? He could probably
smell the… yearning on me. Get a hold of yourself, Stilinski! He needed to
figure out what he could do to make things better. He watched the show with
keen enthusiasm while he ate his dinner.
All right, I’ve learned that wolves are smart enough to obey and negate
commands if it serves their own needs. And more importantly, wolves have a
supposed sixth-sense that allows them to share and pick up emotions between
pack members.
Slowly, he realized that there was fooling Wolf. Ignoring the problem wouldn’t
help, as it would only serve to make things weirder. Therefor it wasn’t a
question whether or not he could convince Wolf otherwise, but rather if he
could make things right again.
What should I do?He got up from his seat. In a state of panic, he started
pacing back and forth in hopes of jumpstarting the ideas. Nothing came to him.
No solution.
This is hopeless! I need to… I really need to talk to someone. So they can tell
me what to do! But I can’t talk to anyone about it – it’s too embarrassing! And
the only one I WANT to talk to is… “IS A FREAKING WOLF!”He was having a mental
breakdown. He was sure of it. His body started shaking furiously out of control
and his vision blurred. HOT! It’s too hot… I have to get out of these
clothes.He ripped his t-shirt off and discarded it. Dry mouthed and out of
breath he leaned himself against the large dining room table. Get a grip… just
– just calm down!
Three skull-numbingly loud thumps echoed throughout the house. Startled by the
noise, he fixated his gaze on the kitchen. Someone’s at… the backdoor?His
heartbeat steadied itself as he straightened his body. Although unpleasant, it
seemed to have been a blessing in disguise. He had regained the control of
himself as he started to settle down slightly. He took a deep breath and forced
himself into action. Walking slowly, he hesitantly moved towards the backdoor,
examining every inch of the kitchen with every step he took, out of fear of
ambush. He reached out and grabbed the door handle as firmly as he could. He
took a deep breath. One… two…
The wind hit him in the face as he opened the door. His heart skipped a beat as
his mind desperately fought to keep up with everything that was going on,
overloaded by the image in front of him.
“…W-WOLF! What… why? OMG!” He stared in complete disbelief at the wolf. A
thousand thoughts rammed into his head, making them impossible to manage until
one screamed out at him. THE NEIGHBORS! “SHIT! You have to come inside. Someone
might see you!” He gestured for him to enter and was relieved to find that Wolf
obediently did as he told him.
He closed the door behind them. “What are you doing here? At my house? How do
you even know where I live?” Not that I mind… at least I’m wearing pants this
time.He watched as Wolf sat himself down in the middle of the kitchen. “Make
yourself right at home why don’t you.”
He moved around him and looked at Wolf in suspicion as he sat there calmly in
his house as if it was the most natural thing ever. Maybe it was for the better
that Wolf had decided to show up when he did. Heck, maybe it was some kind of
sign, even if it seemed farfetched. Now he could say what he needed to say. He
could make up for his mistake. Apologize. It was the right thing to do. He
couldn’t move forward until he had gotten it of his chest. Now was the time.
“Actually… I wanted to say something, and… I mean I know that you’re just a
wolf. But I wanted to…” Wolf stifled him with his bark. Leaving him baffled and
unfocused.
A shift in the air dominated the room. His mind went black. Unable to figure
out what had happened, he stumbled backwards. A faint stutter of incoherent
words were all he managed to produce as the world around him crumbled. Eyes
widened and confused he gazed at the figure in front of him. A man stood in
Wolf’s place. It had not taken more than a couple of seconds for the whole
thing to unfold before him and had shattered all preconceptions of reality in
an instant.
The stranger now standing in his kitchen moved closer without a single word.
Stiles panicked and grabbed the nearest object he could find. “Stay away!
Whoever – whatever you are! I’m warning you!”
The mysteries man stopped dead in his tracks. He raised an eyebrow. “You’re
going to hit me – with a waffle iron?”
Adrenalin pumped through his body and tightened every muscle in preparation for
whatever was to come. “I’m not kidding! Who are you? And where’s wolf? What
have you done to him?
“Stiles.”
The way he said his name sent shivers down his spine. “How do you know my
name!? WHO are you?”
“Calm down. Breathe.” The strangers piercingly blue eyes burned into his skin
as he spoke “Think about it. You know who I am. Don’t fight it.”
No… it-it can’t be.“That’s impossible… this can’t be happening. You’re crazy!”
He didn’t want to believe it, he was fighting it with every fiber of his body.
But eventually, he couldn’t fight it anymore. He couldn’t ignore what he had
seen with his own eyes. Even if part of him wanted to. “SHIT! Wolf?”
“Derek, actually.”
He calmed down ever so slightly and looked more closely at the man in front of
him. As and soon as he did, he noticed something that should have been
blatantly obvious right from the beginning. “Why the hell are you naked?”
Stiles averted his gaze, his face burning and his heart beating furiously from
the adrenalin rush.
Perfect control, Wolf, Derek, whoever he was. He hadn’t even flinched after
Stiles had called him out on it. “You’re not shy are you? I can’t really
believe that after what happened earlier.”
FUCK!“You… I mean. That’s. I thought you were.” He was sweating heavily now
that he realized that this guy standing in front of him – naked. Had watched
him skinny-dipping only a few hours before. “You watched me!? Butt-naked! Why
didn’t you stop me?” Why did he watch me humiliate myself?
The smirk on Derek’s face made him itch all over. “I did try to stop you
remember? You chose to ignore me. And the sunbathing… if I’m honest.”
His mouth felt dry. Eyes widened and hands sweating he stuttered. “Y-yea?”
“I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
His jaw dropped. What did he mean by that exactly? Could he have liked what he
saw? Once again, his world had been turned upside down. “I don’t know what is
the weirdest. The fact that you were a wolf no more than a minute ago… or that
there’s a naked guy standing in my kitchen.” He turned his head slightly,
catching a glimpse of Derek as he stood there. Even in his confusion, he could
see the well-defined muscles of his strange visitor. His eyes glided down those
heavenly abs, he was barely able to stop himself from staring at his crotch.
Don’t look – don’t look – don’t look!He forced himself to look up where he was
greeted by the calm look on Derek’s face. His eyes, his perfectly azure blue
eyes were the thing that made Stiles truly believe everything he had said. The
same eyes he had gotten used to after visiting Wolf for so long now. They were
the same – he was the same.
“You know, just to clarify things. About earlier today. It’s not like I have a
thing for wolves or anything.”
He was caught off guard by Derek’s laugh. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Huh? What the?“Yea, so like. I’m really sorry about that.” His body stiffened
as he waited for a reaction.
“It’s not a problem. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be here if it was.”
Is he? Is he actually flirting with me? While he’s naked.“Fuck! I can’t wrap my
head around this. You’re…”
“A werewolf.”
Sure…“Werewolf, obviously. Because werewolves are real and that’s… that’s
totally not freaking me out.”
“Maybe it would help if you put down the waffle iron.”
He looked at the waffle iron he still desperately clutched. He shifted his
focus back and forth between it and Derek before he slowly placed it on the
counter, letting go of the only thing he had to defend himself with. “So?”
“So what?”
“You thought you’d just show up and… and what exactly? You must have had
something in mind. Some expectation of what would happen? I mean…” He exhaled
loudly. “Why else would you be…” He looked him in the eyes in a desperate
attempt to keep his gaze from wandering too far down. “Naked.”
The look Derek sent him made his entire body shiver in anticipation. “The
reason I’m naked should be pretty obvious.”
Right… you wanted to waltz in here with your hot body… all naked and hot… and
confuse me… make me forget that you’ve been lying to me the whole time… with
your hotness.
“Obviously I would ruin my clothes if I wore them when I shifted.”
His clothes“Huh?”
“Wolves don’t wear clothes. So obviously I would be naked when I shifted back
into human form.”
Right… “So like, that’s all? Nothing else?” Uncertain of himself, Stiles
shifted his weight around.
Derek took a step closer. “I wanted to tell you. To show you. I couldn’t keep
pretending anymore – I want to be more than just the wolf you hang out with in
the woods.”
Gobsmacked, he remained fixed in place as Derek approached him, closing the gap
between them. He couldn’t remember being this close to another person before in
his entire life – let alone a naked man. “Why…why didn’t you tell me earlier?
Why keep pretending that you were a wolf?”
“I am a Wolf, and a man.” Derek exhaled loudly. “It’s complicated. The first
time I met you, that night in the woods. I didn’t know what to think of you – I
was tracking down those wolves who had been hunting on my territory for days.”
His eyes widened. “Territory?”
“It’s a werewolf thing.”
“Wait, were they werewolves? Did I almost get eaten by a werewolf?”
Derek grinned. “No, just wolves. So imagine my surprise when I find a teenage
boy screaming in the middle of the woods.”
“I wasn’t scream… okay maybe I was. But I thought I was going to die.”
“I didn’t really think much of it at the time. I saved you… well, because I
thought I had to. And after that I went home. I didn’t think I would see you
again if I’m honest. And that seemed the way it was meant to be.”
He felt slightly depressed when he heard Derek say that he hadn’t thought
anything special about him initially. But he couldn’t really blame him for it.
“Then, against any logical thinking. You came back. I couldn’t figure it out.
Why would you return after having almost gotten yourself killed?”
He laughed uncontrollably. “Trust me; I had no idea what I was doing myself. I
thought I was going crazy!”
“I can see how you might have thought it strange that I didn’t attack you like
the others. And I thought that was why you came back…”
“Why did YOU come back?” He blurted it out before he’d even realized it.
Derek licked his lips before he continued speaking. “You seemed lonely… like
you needed someone to talk to. Actually, just someone who would listen for a
change. I guess I… didn’t mind being that person. I still want to be… that
person.”
Stiles could feel Derek’s breath on his skin. It was hot and erratic as he
leaned himself closer, close enough for him to taste it. Is he… OMG… Do I even
want to?He waited for the connection to happen, but was surprised to find that
Derek pulled back instead. WHY?
“I’m sorry. I know this is a lot to put on you like this… I just couldn’t think
of anything else to do.”
He wondered. “Maybe you could’ve been a little gentler. Maybe told me instead
of just springing it all right in my face like that.”
Derek swiftly replied. “No… you wouldn’t have believed me if I did.”
“Well I believe you now… I think. Maybe you should just have given me the
chance to prepare.”
Derek seemed on edge. “No, it wouldn’t have worked. I cannot speak when I’m in
wolf form. And you wouldn’t have believed me if I had knocked on the door, as
human, and told you that I was really the wolf you had been meeting in the
woods for the past month. Am I right?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to as his expression revealed all as Derek
continued.
“You had to see it. I’m sorry if I freaked you out.”
He’s right, I would probably have called the cops on anyone showing up at my
house, claiming such ludicrous things.“I’m not… that freaked out. Not anymore
at least.”
Derek nodded. “I understand. You need more time to think about things. To
figure out what you… want.” He turned around and opened the door. With his back
now facing him, Stiles noticed the tattoo on his back. In a fleeting moment, he
wondered what it was about before Derek said the most captivating thing of the
evening. “I can understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore.
Really, I do. But…”
He wanted to say something, anything. The words just wouldn’t form in his mouth
as he hung on Derek’s every word.
“I’ll be waiting for you. Tomorrow. In the woods, like always. I hope you come.
But if you don’t… I won’t intrude on your life anymore.”
Before he had a chance to react to it all, he watched as Derek once again
shifted back into the more familiar shape and walked out the door. Soon after,
silence followed. Derek was gone. He felt strange and unsure of himself, of
everything. Right… okay, so what thefuck just happened?
Soon his mind tried predicting the outcome of all the scenarios laid in front
of him. Should he really keep Wolf/Derek in his life after everything he had
learned? What kind of relationship would they have if he did decide to meet up
with him again?
Honestly, the easiest thing would probably be to cut ties, move on, and forget
about it. Before things got really out of hand, even more so than it already
had. Still, he did save my life. I will definitely miss spending time with him
in the woods… as a wolf that is.It felt as if he was losing the best friend
that he had ever had.
Dammit! How am I supposed to figure out what to do? To choose if I want to see
him again when I don’t even understand it all.
He stared aimlessly into the air. Finally, he closed the door and exhaled
loudly.
That ass though...
***** Somewhere only we know. *****
Chapter Notes
     Had trouble with this chapter. Hope you still like it.
Stiles felt nervous as he walked through the forest, back towards the place
where it had all began. He remained unsure of the outcome that would eventually
follow their arranged meeting. Nevertheless, he kept marching forward. It was a
given that he wasn’t prepared to exclude Derek from his life completely, even
if he wasn’t sure as to why that was. However, he had no idea what Derek
expected their relationship to be like now that he knew the truth about him.
Should it really feel this way? It can’t… it can’t be right to be this nervous.
Shouldn’t it be easier somehow?The leaves and branches rustled behind him,
causing his heart to jump in his chest. “Derek?”
Whether in wolf or human form, it appeared that Derek was a natural born
predator, able to close in on his pray while only revealing his presence at the
last moment possible. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He examined Derek more closely. “That’s okay.” The tight black t-shirt and
perfectly fitted jeans didn’t leave much to the imagination. Then again, he
didn’t really need to imagine much as he had already seen him naked. “It’s
just; I almost didn’t recognize you with clothes on.”
Derek smirked. “I can take them off it you really want?” He pulled at his shirt
and revealed his abs.
“Maybe it’s better if you don’t!” He swallowed hard. “At least till I… we
figure out what’s going on… with us.”
“Us?” Derek raised an eyebrow as he moved closer. “I wasn’t really sure if you
wanted there to be an – us.”
Biting his lip, Stiles hesitantly asked one of the questions that had been
burning in his mind ever since Derek had left his house last night. “So… this
us that you are talking about. What exactly do you mean by that? Are you saying
that you want to be my…”
“Boyfriend?” Finishing his sentence for him, Derek calmly continued speaking.
“Would you consider that? Knowing what you know now?”
Should I just tell him? Should I be…? YES! Just be honest. What’s the worst…
just be honest.He cleared his throat as best he could. “I guess it’s pretty
useless for me to hide my attraction towards you?” He waited for a reply, but
found the werewolf remained silent. “And if I’m honest… I’m going to be honest!
I did think that… when you were a wolf. That I was falling in love with you.”
Derek’s eyes widened. “When I was a wolf?”
“Like I didn’t think stuff about you… sexual stuff I mean. When you were a
wolf. But…” He looked at Derek in search of the courage he needed. “You did
save my life and all. So what I’m saying is that… I did have a crush on you, as
a wolf.”
Suddenly, Derek’s facial expression changed. “I don’t want you to be with me
because I saved your life. I want you to be with me… because you want to. On
your own. You don’t owe me anything.”
Confused by Derek’s words, he tried explaining his feelings. “What are you
talking about? I owe you everything. I owe you my life! I can never repay you
for what you did… But I don’t want you thinking that that’s the only reason I’m
here.” Once again, the two of them were mere inches from each other, and just
as last time, Stiles started imagining the feeling of Derek’s lips pressing
against his own.
“Tell me the reason. Why did you decide to come?”
His eyes lingered on Derek’s mouth. “I’m not really… I guess that I just. I
wanted to know more about you. We’ve spend so much time together and I’ve
already spilled all my secrets.”
Derek pulled back. “I guess it’s only fair since I know so much about you. I
don’t mind sharing. It’s just – where to start?”
He contemplated his options before he asked. “How long have you…” Deep breaths,
Stilinski. Deep breaths.“…been attracted to guys?”
Derek’s aura brightened as he flashed a crooked smile. “Are you really trying
to ask if I’m gay? I’m rather surprised by that. I thought it was pretty
obvious that I was attracted to you.” The way he laughed made Stiles’ pulse
rise to alarming heights. “Remember when you entertainedyourself, right in
front of me?”
“Hah.”How I wish I could forget it!
“When I said I couldn’t take my eyes off you, I meant it.”
He scratched the back of his head. Slightly less embarrassed about it than
before, he looked firmly into Derek’s eyes. “You say that – but that whole
situation was just fucked up. I mean…”
“You know what I was really happy about at that particular moment?” Derek cut
him off before he could continue his rambling. “I was so happy that you were
way too embarrassed to notice anything that time.” His hand gently glided
across his crotch, leaving Stiles’ eyes lingering on the visible bulge. “Do you
know how hardit is to hide an erection when you have paws?”
He chocked, his face turned red as he frantically lifted his gaze. “YOU… you
were…”
“Aroused.” Derek almost growled as he said it.
“Fuck. But like, have you always known? You seem a little older than me…
actually, how old are you?”
“Twenty-three.”
He’s twenty-three… alright, that’s not so bad really. I can work with that.
It’s only six years, and I’ll be eighteen pretty soon. Honestly, who cares
about age when he has a body like that?Derek looked at him oddly. Fearing the
worst he had to ask. “What? Don’t tell me werewolves can read minds too!?”
“I don’t need to be a mind reader to figure out what you’re thinking…” He could
feel Derek’s intense stare almost burning its way through his skin. “… Because
I’m pretty sure it’s the same thing I’m thinking right now.”
He couldn’t help himself from smiling. Somehow, he found everything Derek said
made him go weak at the knees. “So you’ve always known you liked helpless
little boys then? I can dig that. Guess I’m not the only guy you’ve saved in
your whole life though… which I understand. I mean, with a body like that. You
must have been very popular in the schoolyard.”
Derek’s expression hardened. “Actually, I’ve never been in a relationship with
a guy.”
Relationship? What, he’s never had a boyfriend before? Or does he mean
that…“Wait, you’ve never had a boyfriend? I don't mean to be rude, but if you
tell me you’re a virgin I think I’m going to faint from pure surprise.”
Derek grinned. “I’m not a virgin. But I’ve never been with a guy before.”
“So, a girl then?” Fan-fucking-tastic.“So you don’t really know then… you might
not like itwhen you try?”
“How do you know that you like it? I’m going out on a limb here…” Stiles could
feel his heartbeat increase as he waited as patiently as he could. “…you’re a
virgin, right?”
His face was burning red. “Well… I mean. It’s just that I’ve never really found
the right one.”
Derek’s smile comforted him in some strange way. “It’s okay, no shame in
waiting until you feel ready and have found the right one. But then you may not
like it when you try.”
How had Derek turned this around on him all of a sudden? “Well, I know that I
like guys. I’m attracted to them. And I’ve… imagined… things. With guys.”
“And when you are imagining things. What are these guys doing to you?”
He couldn’t speak, his throat closed up on him and refused to let out any
noise. He anxiously watched as Derek gently ran his fingers down his arm. The
tingling sensation of fingertips rubbing against his bare skin made him whimper
with excitement. Hands trembling, he desperately tried calming himself. His
heart skipped a beat when Derek finally looked him in the eye.
“I don’t know about being gay or liking guys. But, you wanna know, how I know I
will love being with you?” Derek never broke his gaze as he waited for him to
answer. Stiles couldn’t move, let alone speak or think. He only managed to nod
in agreement while he tried catching his breath. Derek leaned closer and
whispered into his ear. “I know that I want you, because… when I think about
your naked body, the things I want to do to you. I get SOhard I’m about to
explode.”
Oh my GOD!He felt dizzy; his heart was beating hysterically and he could feel
his clothes cling to his body due to the amount of sweat he was producing. He
tried to concentrate. His brain couldn’t focus on anything but his raging
erection, rubbing itself against the inside of his jeans as it tried to break
free. Slow down… keep it together. He’s seriously hot and… he’s Wolf, just
human. Jesus Christ! Slow down, Stilinski!“Derek?” He could barely say his
name, his mouth felt sore as he forced to words passed his lips. “Can we slow
down a little? Please…”
Derek stared at him for what seemed to be the longest time. He took a step
back. “Sorry! It’s too much. I’m too much.”
“NO!” He practically yelled. “It’s me… you’re… I can’t even describe how you
make me feel right now.” Stiles inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm himself.
“It’s just… I’m not sure…”
“That you want me?” Derek lowered his gaze.
“God no!” I want you bad.“I haven’t been this attracted to someone else – ever.
That’s why this is… so hard.”
He could see Derek regain some confidence as he puffed his chest slightly.
“I’ve moved too fast. I’m sorry. I should have given you more time… sorry.”
Feeling the conversation had grinded to a halt; Stiles asked the obvious
question now that he had learned that Derek apparently liked men and women
both. “So, I guess being bisexual is pretty handy. Lots of options…” STUPID!
“I guess. Somehow I think it’s actually made me more picky to be honest.”
“And your family? I mean, they accept you for who you are?” He suddenly
wondered if he was being too forward in his questioning. It was only because he
himself hadn’t discussed such things with his father, or anyone else for that
matter. He didn’t think his father would love him any less if he knew, it had
just never come up in casual conversation. Truth be told, he had decided long
ago that the moment he found someone that he truly liked, he would tell his Dad
that he was in fact gay.
Derek looked off into the distance. The world around them had stopped for a
moment while they stood in silence. He could feel a slight chill in the air as
Derek hesitantly answered his question. “My family… Werewolves are genuinely
speaking much less concerned with genders and sexuality then normal humans.
Obviously two men cannot reproduce, but other than that, love is a fluid thing.
You can grip it in your hand one moment, only to watch it slip through your
fingers the next. You shouldn’t limit it if you ask me.”
Stiles’ heartrate had crawled down to a slow steady pace. The sound of it
echoing throughout his body as he processed Derek’s words. There was something
about the things he said, the way he said it. Tears started forming in the
corner of his eyes. That’s it… the reason why… we’re the same. We both know how
it feels.Cautiously the words formed on his tongue, although he needed to ask,
it was a touchy subject. “Derek, are you… alone?”
Physically, Derek remained as unmoved as a mountain. Still, his eyes revealed
the truth. It was a subtle flicker of sadness that betrayed his calm exterior.
An elusive signal only recognized by someone who had experienced that kind of
pain for themselves. “It’s almost been five years.”
Overwhelmed by grief, tears started sliding down his cheeks. It stirred
something inside of him. Reigniting the pain, he had felt when he had lost his
mother. “I’m sorry. I know… GOD! I can’t even begin to understand, can I? I’ve
lost one parent. But you’ve lost your entire family.”
“I have a younger sister, Cora. And an uncle that survived…” Hearing that at
least a minuscule amount of Derek’s family was alive, send waves of relief
crashing through his body. “…but, I don’t see them very often. My sister lives
in Africa, and rarely visits. I don’t exactly fly over for a visit either… and
my uncle, let’s just say that we have a delicate relationship.”
“How… how did it happen?” He felt nauseas as he watched Derek’s reaction, the
guilt written clearly on his face made him regret asking him instantly.
“I… there was a fire…” Seeing Derek force himself to talk about it, was like
watching someone stabbing themselves with a blunt knife. Each word a thrust of
the blade. “…Hunters killed my family. But I’m the one responsible for their
death.”
Hunters? How can he be responsible?“I don’t believe that, no matter what
happened. You couldn’t have known. You can’t blame yourself for what someone
else did. These hunters as you call them. They killed your family, not you.
You’re not to blame.”
With great force, Derek stared into his eyes. “I let them… one of them, get
close. I’m the one that allowed it to happen. I’m…”
Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around Derek. “You don’t have to be alone…
you’re not alone anymore. You can… cry if you want, okay. Just, let me help
you.” He could feel Derek reciprocate the embrace. His strong arms wrapped
around his body, making him feel safe and warm inside.
“I shouldn’t get too attached to you. I can be very… protective, if I like
something.” Derek’s voice sounded livelier than before; clearly, he was
responding well to having Stiles near.
He chuckled. “Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”
They remained locked in each other’s embrace for a while, feeling a sense of
belonging, he didn’t want to let go. Derek tightened his grip. “You smell
nice.”
“Smell?” He wondered if Derek, being a werewolf, could smell something that
normal humans could. After all, they say that animals can smell your fear among
other things.
Derek buried his face in his neck, inhaling deeply. The strange sensation and
slight tickle made his body shiver in response. Oh, he’s so close. I can feel
his body rubbing against mine… fuck!He couldn’t help himself, even if it seemed
inappropriate at the time, he started getting aroused.
Derek looked at him with a devilish grin on his face. “Everything alright?”
“Yes! Perfect, it’s all goooo…” He couldn’t finish his sentence as he felt
Derek pressing himself harder against him. He could feel a hand slithering
gently down his spine, resting itself on the small of his back.
In a low seductive voice, Derek whispered. “Is this, alright?”
Holy…“It’s al-alright.” His hand were shaking now that he actually understood
just how close he was. It felt as if at any moment, Derek could sweep him off
his feet, and he would be helpless to avoid it. He felt unsure. Unsure if he
wanted Derek to simply rip off all his clothes and just ravage him on the spot.
A part of him wanted him to, and that part of him kept growing the more he
thought about it. He remained apprehensive; it was too soon for him to go that
far with Derek, it was too soon – for him.
“Derek?” His voice was tiny; he knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist him any
longer.
Instantly, Derek pulled back. He didn’t break their connection completely, he
just allowed for them both to catch their breath. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes… I mean no. Just give me a minute.” The moment Derek let go of him, his
body screamed in agony as if a limb had been cut off. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I don’t want to force myself on you.”
He’s so nice… GOD! Why is it so hard?“You’re not… I want to. I think.”
“It’s a lot to take in, all this information. I’m just happy that you chose to
give me a chance.”
He exhaled and forced himself to calm down slightly. “It’s just…” He swallowed
hard. “Well, you already know that I’m a virgin, and, I guess I’m a little
scared about… what it will feel like. Also, what if I’m not good enough. What
if you don’t like me after we… What if…”
Derek just smiled. He remained calm and in control of himself, unlike the
blabbering idiot Stiles must have looked like. “We’re not going to do anything
you don’t want to, or feel ready for. And worrying about your first time is
seriously normal, don’t stress out about it.” He gently pulled Stiles’ hand
closer and rested it against his chest. “I can’t promise you that the first
time with be perfect. But I will do everything I can to make you feel
comfortable, and loved. We don’t need to rush anything.”
He felt like he needed to say something, anything. But nothing really came to
mind, Derek had already said it all. Even if he wasn’t completely ready to have
sex yet, he felt extremely comfortable in the fact that the man in front of him
would do anything to make him happy. It was difficult to keep himself grounded
while Derek overwhelmed him with his love.
Derek let go of his hand. “Can I borrow your phone?”
Confused, he handed over his phone and watched Derek add his number to his
contacts. “Wait… you have a phone?”
Derek laughed at his obvious naivety. “A phone, clothes. You’d think I’m just a
regular human.” The moment of departure had arrived. Derek smiled softly and
took a few steps backwards. “You have my number now. So you can control what
happens next.”
“What happens next?”
Derek nodded. “If you want to text me, or call. If you feel like getting
together at some point. When you are ready, I’ll be waiting.”
Without further words, Derek disappeared between the branches of the forest,
leaving him alone and staring at his phone. Slightly lightheaded and
disoriented, he made his way back from the wood. Thoughts swirled around his
mind in a feeble attempt to align his newfound knowledge and feelings.
Everything about Derek was so confusing. He clearly had feelings for him, even
he knew that much. Trying to focus on other things, he moved on with his day as
nothing had happened. Nevertheless, questions lingered in the back of his head
like an itch he simple couldn’t scratch. He had hardly closed the door to his
room after having enjoyed a quick meal with his father before he threw himself
on his bed. What a day, all this time spent thinking, and I’m still not sure
what I should do about Derek. Dammit, I can’t stop thinking about him.He looked
at his phone, firmly holding it in his hand.
[Hi, Derek. It’s me, Stiles. Not sure what to say. Just wanted you to have my
number.]
[Happy you texted.]
Even though it was a simple reply, the words on the screen made him feel all
fuzzy and warm inside. Soon another text appeared.
[There’s a fair next week. I’m sure you know already. Maybe you would like to
go, with me?]
He squealed like a little girl, instantly embarrassed by his behavior. Still,
he had never been on a date before, so he was entitled to some enthusiasm. He
quickly replied.
[I wasn’t really sure if I was going. But with you there it might be fun.]
[So is that a yes?]
[Yes.]
[Good, was afraid that you might turn me down.]
Why would I ever turn down a hot, sweet and gentle werewolf? Wow… why the hell
didn’t I let him fuck me silly earlier. He’s downright perfect.[So next week. A
whole week before that.]
[Yes, that’s usually how these things work.]
[HA HA, very funny. You know what I mean.]
[Can’t wait?]
He paused and took a deep breath in order to gather his thoughts. [I don’t
think it could be earlier even if I wanted. You know, school, my Dad. Guess
you’ll have to wait until the weekend to impress me.]
[Looking forward to it.]
He threw himself back against his bed, springing back slightly until he laid
perfectly still. Lost in thoughts about his first date. I have a date. Me!
Stiles Stilinski on a date. With a hot werewolf. What should I wear?
***** Party animal. *****
“Drink, drink, drink!” People cheered wildly, the overwhelming smell of sweat
and booze assaulted his nose as he watched his friend drink his brains out. How
was it that he, the schools number one loner, had ended up at a party held by
one of the most popular guys in the entire school? He knew exactly how, and who
to thank for it. Isaac.
It had all started in the cafeteria while he was enjoying some delicious chill
fries. Before Isaac, he always used to eat alone. Not by an active choice, but
mostly because he didn’t have anyone to sit with. More and more frequently,
Isaac had found him and decided that he was the perfect company for him.
Obviously, he welcomed the fact that someone wanted to eat with him; it was
nice that he did not have to feel completely along at school.
Still, he had noticed that Isaac differed quite a bit from what he had
initially thought. Isaac wasn’t a loner like he was, he had made friends of his
own now that he had been attending Beacon Hills High for some time. Other
friends besides him. He shouldn’t really see it as a bad thing that Isaac
fitted in. It was just the fact that Isaac did things that he had dreamed about
doing himself, for as long as he could remember. And he did them well. Don’t be
jealous… be happy that you’re friend is doing well… don’t be jealous…
The week after their first encounter, Isaac had joined the lacrosse team, and
as such used most of his time after school to practice. He remembered the day
that Isaac had told him. Even though he had initially thought that his chance
of making a friend for the first time had slipped away, Isaac had explained it
with such enthusiasm that he couldn’t help being excited for him. To his
surprise, Isaac had remained close to him whenever he could. And that usually
meant eating lunch together.
“I know just the thing to get your social life going.” Isaac seemed to have
made it his personal mission to procure friendly interactions with other people
on his behalf. Or at a minimum, that people stopped referring to him as that
weird lonely kid. It was a nice gesture, and he appreciated it greatly.
However, it wasn’t really necessary, he was used to it by now. No need to have
Isaac go out of his way for his sake.
Still, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. That was the thing he liked the most
about Isaac. The fact that no matter how many times he had told him that he was
fine being the outsider, that he was more than happy to know that one person at
school actually talked to him as if they genuinely enjoyed his company, Isaac
still tried making life better for him.
“I’m going to a party this Friday. You should totally come.” That’s how Isaac
had invited him to a party at Danny’s house. “I was told to bring all the
friends I wanted. And it would be seriously awesome if you joined.”
Danny Mahealani, a practically perfect guy at school. He had many friends and
decent grades. He was on the lacrosse team with Isaac and – openly gay.
Everybody loved Danny. Truthfully, he had always felt inferior in the presence
of the great Danny. Mostly, he thought, because Danny had the courage to be
true to who he was all the way, and he had great success doing it. Unlike
himself.
“Pretty please. I won’t take no for an answer.” Isaac had bugged him incisively
for almost the complete duration of their lunchbreak.
A party at Danny’s house…He had given it a great deal of thought. A part of him
wanted to go; he had always wondered what it would feel like to be invited to a
party like that. He had imagined that he would go to such an event, stand in
the corner with a drink in his hand, and suddenly his dream guy would walk over
to him and sweep him of his feet. Obviously, he had been watching too many
chick-flicks. Besides, he was already going on a date with his dream guy the
day after.
He’s just inviting me as a friend… right?A thought had occurred to him as he
had listened to Isaac begging him to come. Maybe Isaac had actually asked him
to go to the party with him, like a date. It seemed unlikely, and he had
quickly disregarded the notion. He was fairly certain that Isaac was straight
as an arrow anyway. And even though he would have been flattered to have been
asked out by him, he thought of Isaac as more of an annoying stepbrother that
he loved deep down, but never would admit to.
Eventually, he had accepted the invitation and showed up at Danny’s house
around ten o’clock as he had been instructed to. Dressed in a skinny red shirt
with buffalo check and long sleeves, drop crotch jeans with rips and a pair of
black ALDO ‘Yabonna sneakers, he waited nervously for the door to open. The
time that passed from when his finger connected to the buzzer and hearing the
door unlock, felt like an eternity of uncertainty. The sound of music and
laughter hit him square in the face as soon as the door opened.
“Hey… um, I’m sorry. You’re?” Danny smiled as he greeted him. Even if he
obviously couldn’t remember his name despite the fact that they went to school
together, he had welcomed him into his home as if they were already the best of
friends.
“I’m a friend of Isaac’s. He invited me… I mean, I hope it is okay. I can
totally leave if you don’t think…”
“Nonsense.” Danny closed the door behind them. “So, friend of Isaac. Do you
have a name of your own? Or do you prefer being judged solely on who you keep
as friends?”
“Stiles. My name… Stiles.” He felt like such an idiot, not only because he was
making a fool of himself, honestly he was used to that by now. But more
importantly because he knew that at least in some small way, Isaac would also
be judged on who he had invited to the party.
Danny remained as friendly as ever. “Cool, glad you could make it.” He pointed
at a door further down the hall behind him. “A few pointers. That’s the
bathroom, the first floor is off limits. You are free to crash on the floor if
you stay until after the party is over, but everyone that sleeps here have to
help clean up in the morning. And although I encourage my guests to get to know
each other, I would be kind of annoyed if I found you balls deep in someone
later on inside the house.”
He laughed so hard it seemed staged. “Me? Having sex – don’t think we need to
worry about that.” The awkwardness that followed was unbearable, how could he
have made such a fool of himself in such a small amount of time?
Luckily, Danny was polite enough to ignore his comment. “Did you bring
something to drink? There’s free beer and some soda. But if you want any hard
stuff you have to supply it yourself, or beg someone for it.”
He proudly displayed the bag clutched in his hand. He had played on his
father’s conscience and procured a good selection of alcohol for him to
exchange for momentary friendship. It was the first real party he had gone to
after all, and he had worked his fingers to the bone until his dad had caved in
and allowed that he brought liquor. He had claimed that all the other kids were
going to bring stuff as well, which was sort of true.
“Great, the party is this way. Let’s catch up later okay?” Danny gestured for
them to go in to the living room area, where the energetic atmosphere stemmed
from. He could barely sense the real room from the decorations and the amount
of people already at the party. People smiled and greeted him as he established
eye contact, but he didn’t really know anyone. Thankfully it didn’t take long
for Isaac to spot him as he stood there hovering in the entrance.
“Stiles, you came.” Isaac wrapped his arms around him and greeted him with a
great big hug. Clearly, Isaac had been there some time before he arrived.
Although perfectly coherent, it was obvious that he had been partying for some
time at that point. “I’m so happy that you decided to come. Did you bring
anything good?”
He looked suspiciously at Isaac, wondering if it was such a good idea to
provide him with more booze. Still, he was the one that had gotten him invited
to the party in the first place, and he was a somewhat responsible teenage boy.
He could probably handle himself. “I’ve brought vodka. And shots, lots of
shots.” He fished out a bottle and showed it off to his all too eager friend.
It didn’t take Isaac more than a few seconds to snatch the bottle from his hand
and spring towards a nearby table, set with an assortment of colorful cups and
straws intended to be used.
Isaac placed the bottle labeled Kamikaze shots on the table, with a twinkle in
his eyes; he opened the flask and began pouring it into disposable glasses.
“Stiles, get your butt over here.” He waved impatiently for him to join him at
the table.
He walked over, as he didn’t see any way out of it. Besides it was a party
after all, might as well partake. Nervously he accepted the shot that Isaac
handed him with a huge grin on his face. The level of vigor that Isaac had put
forth in everything he had done so far was overwhelming and noteworthy. It
wouldn’t hurt if he could get a bit pumped himself, he might actually enjoy
himself. He wondered if he would find the answer at the bottom of the shot
glass.
“Cheers.” He wasn’t as hardcore a drinker as Isaac apparently was. He managed
to hold it down while the alcohol burned the inside of his throat. Damn, that’s
strong.His eyes filled with tears as he coughed repeatedly. “You didn’t feel
that?” He sent Isaac an inquisitorial look. There wasn’t the slightest evidence
that would indicate that Isaac had found the drink too strong. The obvious gab
in their party experience loomed over his head as Isaac handed him another shot
straight away. He reluctantly clutched the glass in his hand. Even though it
was still early on in his drinking career, he felt the pressure of having to
keep up with what seemed to be a seasoned player.
Isaac raised his glass; the alcohol barely touched his lips before he froze.
Swiftly, he placed the shot back down again and smiled. “Aiden, you sly dog.
Don’t just stand there, join us.”
Jesus! Why didn’t I notice… gave me a freaking heart attack. Almost directly
behind him stood a well-groomed and generally healthy looking guy. With his
brown-copper hair and hazel eyes, the boy grinned at him. A moment of confusion
followed until it had been made clear to him that the stranger was actually one
of Isaac’s teammates.
He couldn’t’ place Aiden even if he supposedly was on the lacrosse team.
Naturally, he didn’t know or recognize all the guys on the team since he barely
payed any attention to school sports.
“You know, Stiles. Aiden and his brother transferred to Beacon Hills right
around the same time as me.”
Isaac unknowingly answered the question that had been swirling around in his
head. That would make sense. However, if Aiden had just transferred there
recently, why did he get a strangely familiar vibe from this guy? Weird, it’s
like I know him… but… no, I’m positive that I haven’t seen him before.He
eventually decided that he must have caught a glimpse of Aiden in the hallway
at school, meaning that his subconscious had stored the image of him somewhere.
Isaac proceeded with the introduction. “And Stiles here…” He was pulled in hard
for a quick hug while Isaac kept on pointing at him. “He’s the first guy at
school that showed me any kindness. Things have obviously worked out for the
better since then. But this guy, he’ll always be one of my best friends.
ANOTHER!” Without warning, Isaac resumed their prior engagement and handed a
shot to Aiden who accepted it straight away.
Isaac’s words lingered in his mind and made him wonder why he had ever doubted
that they wouldn’t remain friends for a long, long time. “Cheers.” Once again,
the kamikaze burned in his mouth. Maybe he should hold back a little? He could
really use something else to take away that awful aftertaste. He looked around
for something to aid him in his battle. “Whose juice is that?” He pointed at a
carton of orange juice on another table nearby.
Aiden walked over and picked up the juice without further debate. “I’m pretty
sure it’s Danny’s. You want some?” He poured some juice into a cup and handed
it to him before he even had a chance to answer the question.
Still wondering if he was stealing someone else’s juice, he accepted the cup
when Aiden handed it to him. “You’re sure we can take it?” He stared at the
juice while he waited for the answer to present itself. Isaac and Aiden seemed
confident that they hadn’t done anything wrong, and continued with pouring a
couple of glasses for themselves. In no time, Isaac had begun adding vodka to
their juice, praising his idea to make drinks that they could enjoy while they
continued doing shots together.
That wasn’t really what I had in mind – now I’m getting twice the amount of
alcohol. Man, is it hot in here or is it just me?
“So, where’s your brother at?” Isaac’s question reminded him that Aiden had a
brother, who apparently were at the party as well.
Aiden shrugged his shoulders and gulped down another shot. “He’s probably
wherever Danny is.” Instinctively, they all looked around the room in search of
either of them. He couldn’t find anyone in the crowd of people.
It would seem that Aiden’s brother were friends with Danny, or so he thought.
“Aiden, how do you and your brother know Danny?” Curiosity had always been his
weak point. And getting to know more about the increasing number of people in
his life, seemed the polite thing to do in such a situation.
Aiden did his best to explain. “Well, Danny is on the lacrosse team. And so is
my brother, Ethan, and me. Isaac, Danny, that’s how we all know each other.”
Isaac laughed loudly. “Right. Still I don’t know your brother as well as Danny
does.”
What exactly… wait a second?“So your brother is dating Danny?” He wasn’t so
much shocked as just intrigued by the answer.
Forcefully, Aiden looked him in the eyes. “Yes. You don’t have a problem with
gay guys, do you?” He could see that Aiden’s muscles flexed and firmed as he
waited for him to answer. It was kind of endearing, the fact that he wasn’t
going to take shit from anyone who might have thought less of his brother,
although it was unneeded in this instance.
He wished he had a brother like that. “No, no problem. I love gay guys.” That
was indeed one way to put it.
Aiden relaxed and raised an eyebrow at Isaac, who only responded with a goofy
smile across his face. “Good. Sorry about that, it’s just… I’m very protective
of my brother.”
“Speaking of which.” Isaac pointed at something across the room. He could see
Danny and, well Aiden standing next to each other. Although it wasn’t Aiden,
obviously. He glanced over at the boy next to him in order to make sure that he
wasn’t imagining things. A reaction that caused Isaac to burst into laughter
while Aiden just shook his head slowly from side to side.
Redundantly, he asked a question that he already knew the answer to. “That’s,
your brother?” Aiden grinned and retorted. “What makes you say that?” They both
conversed casually while Isaac was rolling around with laughter. He sighed
heavily. “I think it’s something to do with his clothes. You have very similar
styles.” Aiden concurred. “True. I thought maybe the clue was that he’s
sticking his tongue down Danny’s throat.” He hummed faintly. “Oh, I hadn’t even
noticed.”
Danny waved at them from afar; they made their way across the room and joined
them at their somewhat private table. Aiden nodded at his brother who mirrored
his move perfectly, blurring the differences between them even further.
Isaac punched him on the shoulder. “Twins.” Everyone sighed in unison; he
really, really, didn’t have to point that out. But it couldn’t be helped, that
was Isaac in a nutshell.
Danny smiled at him. “Stiles, nice to see you again. I see you’ve met my
boyfriend’s less attractive brother.” Aiden snickered at the remark. “This is
my boyfriend by the way, if you hadn’t figured it out already. Ethan.”
He smiled at Ethan. “You know, you probably hear this all the time. But you
kind of remind me of someone.”
Danny rolled his eyes while Aiden face palmed himself rather harshly. Ethan
looked at Isaac with a question mark painted on his face. “Friend of yours?
He’s got your great sense of humor I see.” Isaac looked slightly proud by the
comparison in their humor; it was probably why they were such great friends.
Isaac laughed while he tried explaining something supposedly funny about the
Twins. “You know, there’s only one way to tell them apart.”
“Huh?” He wished he could restrain himself at that point, his imagination spun
out of control as he contemplated whatever difference between them might be.
“Let’s just say one of them have a mole that you can’t see right now.” Isaac
nudged him gently.
Oh?.. OH! He could feel his face going slightly red from the sudden
realization.
Danny frowned and straightened his posture. “And how exactly do you know that?”
Uncertain of what could be categorized as normal banter between them, he
watched hoping that Danny wasn’t about to punch Isaac square in the face.
“You know very well how. Showering after practice.” Isaac remained calm
throughout the conversation.
Danny leaned across the table with a serious look on his face. “You’re telling
me that you are looking at my boyfriend in the shower? Should I be worried?”
The atmosphere would have been heavy if it wasn’t for the fact that Aiden and
Ethan were doing their best to reframed from laughing at the display. Isaac
puckered his lips and leaned closer, meeting Danny halfway across the table.
“Nah, you know you are more my type.” He winked dramatically which caused them
all to crack up in glorious laughter.
The night progressed faster than he had initially anticipated; he had truly
enjoyed himself with all of Isaac’s friends. In particular the part where Aiden
and Ethan had kicked everyone’s ass in a Wii-dance off contest. Isaac had
forced him to give it a go as well. It hadn’t gone well, and he had quickly
been eliminated. Still, Danny cheered him on and commented that the world just
wasn’t quite ready for his unique dancing style. It had turned out that Aiden
and Ethan was a couple of rather nice guys, they strangely had a lot in common
even if they lived such different lives from his own. Having watched how Ethan
cared for Danny, he couldn’t help himself from thinking about Derek. Obviously,
he thought about him because he was envious of Danny and Ethan’s relationship.
He wanted that – with Derek.
Maybe it was the vodka that made him think it, hell; maybe all it had done was
make him realize that the suspicion he’d had all along regarding his feelings
for Derek, was right. He liked him, a lot. He was quite sure that he actually
loved him. Even if he, in theory, still didn’t really know anything about him.
He knew everything, and nothing. That was the reason and problem with their
relationship. He knew that what he felt was right. Knew that this peculiar and
wondrous feeling inside him was in fact his subconscious telling him that he
was in love. And madly so.
The thing was that his head kept telling him to slow down, to think things
through before he leaped into the great unknown. He was afraid of getting hurt.
Afraid of opening himself to the risk of being left in the dust once again
while everyone else moved on with their lives.
I can’t keep thinking like that… nothing will ever change if I don’t.His phone
felt heavier than usual. It’s like the middle of the night… he must be asleep
by now…Logic aside, he brought up Derek’s number on the screen. They had been
texting back and forth for a whole week now, and he’d begun feeling strangely
lacking if Derek hadn’t texted him at least once a day. How to start?[Hey, want
to join me at a party?] Smooth and to the point. If he just ignored the fact
that he was texting Derek in the middle of the night and probably waking him,
everything would work itself out. He watched Isaac and Aiden chug down beer
after beer while a crowd of people was cheering them on. Man, if they don’t get
the biggest hangover tomorrow… then there really isn’t any justice in the
world.His phone vibrated slightly, taking his focus away from the duel.
[You’re at a party. What’s it like?]
The world around him blurred as he read the text. The first part almost sounded
as if Derek couldn’t believe that he was at an actually party. Which was
understandable. The second part was more complex. It was nice – fun. He must
admit that it had exceeded his expectations. And it felt nice to be part of the
in-crowd for once, comforting that he wasn’t a total waste of space to them.
There was just one thing that would complete his night. [I’m having fun,
honestly. It’s just... all the flirting. The sexual tension in the air. Wish
you were here.] He sent the text with uncharacteristic confidence. Perhaps the
alcohol had dulled his nerves. Or it could just be that he was tired of holding
back, he wanted Derek, and he wanted him right then and there. More than he had
ever wanted anything else in his life.
[I’d rather you be here. We could have our own party.]
Vivid pictures danced through his mind as his breathing intensified. God! Just
a text… an idea. That’s all it took for him to make me feel this
way.Experiencing freedom and courage like never before, he replied. [Well, we
could have an after party. Just the two of us. Provided that you come to the
actual party ] With bated breath he waited for the text that could shift his
night – no, his entire life.
Partying, making friends, booze and dancing. Everything tonight had been an
exhilarating appetizer, which had guided him to that particular moment in time.
To the main event where Derek would express his love for him in front of all
his friends, and they would share a passionate kiss that would melt the world
around them until only they remained.
His first kiss.
Nearly overwhelmed by joy; the text telling him that Derek was on his way had
arrived. He pressed his finger against the screen. This – this was not what he
had imagined at all.
[Tempting… but I’m not really in the mood for a lot of people right now. You
enjoy yourself. Just don’t tier yourself out completely, you’re still going on
a date remember. See you later.]
That’s…Confounded by the outcome of what seemed to have been an impeccable
strategy, he stared in amazement at his phone. He could feel how his energy
faded, the fact that Derek had turned his offer to join him at the party down,
sent him crashing down from his previous high. He tried to overcome the sudden
sadness with logic. It didn’t make perfect sense, but he could understand why
it hadn’t worked after all when he thought about it further. He had woken Derek
up in the middle of the night, teased him with promises and tried to get him to
come to a party with people that he didn’t know. How foolish.
“Stiles?” He was forced to deal with the world around him as Danny had appeared
without warning. He could see the worry in Danny’s face as he looked at him and
placed his hand gently on his shoulder. “Hey, everything alright? You don’t
look so good.”
He wiped a single tear from his cheek and forced a smile. He didn’t want Danny
to worry about him when he should be enjoying his own party. “Yea, I’m just
busted. Haven’t had this much fun in a while you know. Thanx for letting me
come tonight.”
“That’s alright… Who were you texting just now?” Apparently, Danny had noticed
more than he had initially thought.
I have to say something… but I don’t want to… think!“Oh, just my dad. He’s at
work, and I promised to text him to let him know what I was up to.” The words
came to him surprisingly easy. He just wished that Danny would buy it and stop
asking questions that he didn’t want to answer.
Danny exhaled and smiled softly. “Look, I know we aren’t really friends. You’re
here because Isaac forced you to. And that’s fine, I’m not offended or
anything.” Danny looked him in the eyes. “You’re a great guy, Stiles. And maybe
someday we can be friends? So just – if you need someone to talk to, or just
need someone to listen. Just ask.”
Danny’s words rang true. He smiled and nodded politely before he went over to
the couch where Isaac had collapsed, half-conscious and smiling like a little
kid.After a couple of minutes, he managed to establish contact and told him
that he was going home. Isaac had tried to convince him to crash at Danny’s in
his own sweet and very drunk way. Nevertheless, all he wanted was to go home
and crawl into bed, now that his true desire had been denied to him. He left
the party behind while he still pondered how what was meant to be his perfect
night, had ended with him feeling so disheartened.
Maybe the night air will help clear my head?
***** Let sleeping wolves lie. *****
Chapter Summary
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Chapter Notes
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Sluggishly, Stiles dragged himself onto the porch and headed straight for the
front door. The world around him wouldn’t stand still, no matter how hard he
tried forcing it. Fuck… why did I..i..I? Isaac is going to repay me for this…
seriously.His hands moved uncontrollably as he tried to unlock the disobedient
door in front of him. Seconds, minutes. It all blurred together as he fought
for supremacy for what felt like an eternity. JESUS! I swear I’m going to kick
down my this door in less than two seconds if it doesn’t… Aaarh!
He stumbled across the threshold with a large bang. “SHHHHHHH.” Don’t want to
wake Dad… God I’m drunk… wait, Dad isn’t even home… SAVED!
Relieved by the fact that his father was not going to see him drunk for the
first time, he turned his attention onto his shoes; it would probably be best
if he took them off. Wobbling slightly, he bended forward and started to untie
them. There we go… one down… HA HA… you’re next little fella…His footwear
eventually lost the battle and was abandoned in the middle of the hallway.
Better head to bed straight away… need to be ready for tomorrow… well later
today. Big plans!Obviously, he was still going on his date with Derek, even if
he had not felt like joining him at Danny’s party.
His legs were shaking as he made his way up the staircase; he placed one foot
firmly in front of the other and gripped the handrail to secure himself before
he continued climbing. A sudden notion almost knocked him off his feet and down
the stairs as he spun around faster than he was prepared for. I forgot… wow.
Dad would have been so mad at me. Can’t have that.
He tumbled back down the stairs and banged his shoulder into the door as he
steadied himself against it. I shouldn’t drink… it’s not healthy.He locked the
door and checked the handle several times to make sure that it was closed this
time around. What if a burglar had decided to break in? Well, actually he
wouldn’t need to break… so much as just walk straight inside. Is it still
called breaking and entering if the doors unlooked? Maybe it’s just entering?
Readying himself, he turned around and faced the hellish. It felt as if they
went on forever, as he now had to walk up the same steps he had conquered a
moment earlier. Regardless of how unmanageable it seemed, he needed to get up
there if he ever wanted to reunite with his comfortable bed. He exhaled loudly
as he started walking up the stairs. One… two… three… I’m doing it! Ha-ha –
take that stairs! Think you can beat me? Well think again.
The sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house and forced him to stop
dead in his tracks as he swayed slightly from side to side. What now?Would he
never make it passed that blasted staircase? And who the hell would be ringing
his doorbell in the middle of the freaking night? Whoever it was, they were
going to get a piece of his mind. Now he had to walk back down yet again. The
doorbell rang a second time. For fuck’s sake!“I’M COMING!” He hurried back down
as fast he could and grabbed the doorknob harshly before he ripped the door
open. “What do you…? Derek?”
“Hi.” For some unknown reason, he found Derek standing on his porch.
“Derek?” Baffled by the werewolf’s appearance, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
“Wow, how much did I have to drink?”
Derek grinned. “How much… oh, I see. You think you’re imagining me being here?”
He burped quite loudly and scratched his head vigorously. Right… I have to be…
but then…“Well, you… I mean the Derek I’m not imagining right now. He’s
sleeping… I think.” He didn’t want to come to the party; I’m just imagining
things I want… why would he actually be here?
Derek leaned in closer. “Well… Since I’m just part of your imagination. You
wouldn’t mind letting me in, would you?” Derek laughed as he flashed a sheepish
grin.
Yawning deeply, he moved out of the way and gestured for him to enter. “I’m
guessing that if I say no, that you’ll just huff and puff and blow my house
down… can’t have that.”
As Derek walked passed him, he suddenly got the urge to reach out and grab hold
of him. His right hand clutched at Derek’s arm, who had paused as soon as he
had grabbed hold of him. Their eyes met before he actually comprehended what
was going on. “You’re… you’re real?” He tightened his grip, feeling how Derek’s
skin and muscles responded to the pressure of his hand.
Derek gently placed his hand on top of his. “Yea, I’m here. You really thought
you were imagining it?”
The feeling of Derek’s hand as it caressed his skin sent his mind spinning in
all directions. Yet he still managed to whisper softly. “Why?”
Derek removed his hand from his arm and held it lovingly in his own. “After you
texted me. I couldn’t stop thinking about you…” Derek paused and exhaled before
he smiled at him. “… And you mentioned something about an after party?”
True, he had indeed said that when he tried luring Derek into coming to the
party – but. “I’m not really in the mood for partying anymore…” He swallowed
hard as he tried to figure out what look on Derek’s face meant. “… But I
wouldn’t mind cuddling, if that’s alright?” His heart galloped as he wondered
how Derek would respond.
“Cuddle…” Derek tenderly placed his hand on his hip and pulled him closer.
“Okay, but I should warn you. I normally sleep in the nude.”
Nude! …He could feel a smile plastered on his face, but he couldn’t control
himself. Without breaking his connection with Derek, he closed the door one
last time that night. “My bedroom is upstairs.” He giggled slightly; Derek was
going to be in his bedroom, in his bed. Never thought I would be this nervous
about having a boy in my room…He started ascending the staircase with Derek
right behind him, his legs still wobbly, he clutched the handrail so he
wouldn’t fall.
“You don’t have to worry. I’ll catch you.” Derek was so close that he could
feel him right behind him on the staircase. He wasn’t going to fall down.
He smiled subconsciously and loosened his grip. He didn’t need to be afraid
anymore. In silence, they walked up the stairs and proceeded to his bedroom. He
looked at the state of the room as he entered, regretting for the first time in
his life that he had not tidied it when he had the chance. Derek didn’t seem to
care, his eyes remained fixated on him the whole time, sending shivers down his
spine in anticipation. “So, this is my bedroom… ha-ha. And that’s my bed.” He
gestured towards the bed in hopes that Derek might say something to release the
tension. He didn’t. Instead, he watched Derek take off his shirt in a single
elegant move. Okay… guess this is really happening. Better…. Better, take of my
clothes.He began undressing while his eyes lingered on the half-naked man
standing in his room. His head stopped functioning as soon as Derek’s jeans hit
the floor; he stared bluntly at the visible bulge in his boxer briefs.
Unable to move or form a sentence, he remained stagnant as Derek pulled at his
belt and grinned. “Need a hand?” Derek undid his belt for him and pulled his
jeans down passed his hips, before he allowed them to fall by themselves.
Holy…His dick twitched. He swallowed hard as he felt himself getting aroused at
an alarming rate. Steady now… you can do this.“SO… so, what now?” He needed
guidance, a firm hand to tell him what to do. He had no clue how this all
worked and relied on Derek to show him.
“Maybe we should get comfortable?” Derek placed himself nicely on his bed.
Looking like a dirty dream come true, Derek spread his legs slightly and
invited him to join.
His eyes tried taking in as much as he could, always returning to that enticing
bulge. “What happened to sleeping nude?”
“I think we should wait and see what happens – no rush.” Derek held out his
hand and offered it to him.
Next time… he wants to wait… wow.
It was not that he didn’t want to unwrap Derek as if he was a sexy Christmas
present. He’d love nothing more than that. But tonight, knowing that they were
going to take things slow, made him feel more at ease. He took Derek’s hand and
followed it into bed. He settled in between Derek’s legs while he moved around
nervously, uncertain of how to position himself.
“Do you mind?” Derek placed his hands on his waist and moved him onto his side
with a firm yet loving touch. He could feel Derek pressing his chest against
his back as he positioned himself behind him.
Derek was so hot, literally. “This feels nice.” His initial nerves seemed to
have faded slightly now that they were laying comfortably in his bed.
“Yea, it’s just…” Derek shifted around behind him, causing the mattress to
bounce slightly.
What could he be doing?“Do you want me to do any…” Unable to finish his
sentence, he felt Derek pressing himself against him. He was a babbling mess
now that he could feel that Derek had settled himself. Oh! Fuck me…
“There, now I’m comfortable.” Derek had pulled him closer and guided his butt
onto his lap. Even if two layers of underwear separated them from each other,
he could easily feel Derek’s member as it rubbed between his cheeks. The
feeling of it pressing against him was all-consuming and left him at a loss for
words. He licked his lips and pressed back against it while he whimpered
softly. Derek growled into his ear. “Don’t tease me. I only have so much self-
control.”
You and me both.
Should he stop? Could he stop? Apprehensively, he pushed his back against Derek
and whined. “I - I can’t stop thinking about how good this feels. How good it
would feel – if we…”
Derek bit down hard on his neck, making him cry out in a mixture of pleasure
and pain. The feeling of his teeth lingered on his skin after he had loosened
his grip. “I know… trust me. But we can’t… I shouldn’t…”
“WHY!?” Pleading like a needy child, he craved something he had never had
before. He felt more pent up than ever, craving sweet release. The slightest
nudge would set him off, cause him to explode in wild furry. He wanted Derek to
take him right then and there, no more waiting around. His erection grew even
more as it rubbed hysterically against the inside of his boxers.
Thinking about having sex, finally. And with Derek, made him crazy with lust.
“It wouldn’t be right. Not now, not when you’re like this.” Derek squeezed him
hard, forcing him to remain still against his will. “You’re drunk, Stiles. I
don’t want to take advantage of you.”
He tried wrestling free from Derek’s grip, but found that the werewolf
tragically outmatched him. “You’re not taking advantage of me if I want it. I
want you, Derek. And not just because I’m drunk – I’m not that drunk.”
Derek loosened his grip. Soon the werewolf had pinned him down with his hands
placed firmly on either side. He felt trapped between Derek and his bed.
However, found the intimacy excruciatingly pleasurable.
He could see that something was up with Derek, he breathed heavily and his eyes
glowed brightly in the darkness. “Stiles.” The sound of his own name as Derek
said it, made him shiver with excitement. “I can’t keep holding myself back
while you’re begging me to claim you.” He was so close, so close that he could
feel Derek’s lips dancing on the edge of his own, waiting for an invitation
before they would eat him whole. “So if you tell me to… to keep going. I will…”
Derek growled softly. “…I promise that I won’t hurt you – I’d never hurt you.
But I won’t just be able to stop at a moment’s notice if you decide that you
weren’t ready after all. So, really think about it. What it is that you are
asking me to do? Because I won’t be able to deny myself, you, anymore.”
His heart calmed down slightly. His breathing became slow and static as he
thought about Derek’s words. Derek wanted him, badly. Although he didn’t
understand why, he could surly understand that you couldn’t just give a wolf a
bone and then just take it away without hurting its feelings. If he was going
to be with Derek, he had to make sure that he truly wanted it, for himself.
He’s so hot… I’d never find another guy so perfect… but what if it hurts? What
does he want me/us to do? … I love him… and I’m so horny!It was hard making
sense of anything when he had a rock hard erection and a hunk ready to please
him in ways he couldn’t even imagine. He became lost as he stared into Derek’s
perfectly shaped florescent eyes. Who am I kidding…
He tenderly placed his lips onto Derek’s, his heart jumped as he felt them
change and press back as their kiss intensified. Wet and sloppy, lustful and
wanting. It tickled when he brushed against Derek’s slightly stubbly chin. It
felt nothing like he had imagined it to. No trumpets or sudden burst of light
that signalled the significance of the moment. That he had been kissed for the
very first time. It was only Derek and him, nothing else besides the intense
feeling of their connection as he willingly plunged deeper into the werewolf’s
embrace.
It was perfect.
Derek broke the kiss. Lost for words he tried processing it all. All he knew
for certain was that the kiss had left him with a warm tinkling sensation in
his chest, that he wanted to go on forever.
Derek lowered his head and moved slowly down the curves of his body, gently
placing tiny kisses all the way from his chest and down to his bellybutton. His
crotch ached now that Derek was so close to it; he wanted to be touched, to
feel Derek’s hands on his skin. He unconsciously arched his back, not entirely
knowing why he did so.
Apparently, Derek knew what to do with his gesture and pulled his boxers of off
him faster than he could comprehend. The sudden feeling of cold air that glided
over his engorged manhood made him cry out in surprise. The way Derek watched
him as if he was a defenceless little lamb, which he could easily devour, gave
him goose bumps all over. His eyes widened as he watched Derek slip out of his
boxers and reveal himself.
“Holy F…” He stared in awe at the impressive size of Derek’s penis, which
caused his own erection to harden to the point of it bordering on painful.
Obviously, he had already seen Derek naked before. He had not been able to stop
himself completely from looking at it that time in the kitchen. It was just,
seeing it up close and personal like that, it looked a lot bigger than he had
initially thought. “Wow, that’s… wow.” He couldn’t stop staring at it. And the
more he looked, the more nervous he became about the events that were to
follow.
Derek puffed his chest and smiled. “You like it? It’s not even that hard yet.”
Hard?“Don’t tell me it gets bigger? You’re already twice my size. And I’m rock
hard.” How is that ever going to fit?He felt dizzy and dry mouthed as he stared
at the monster that loomed between Derek’s legs.
“Try to relax.” Derek’s hands glided slowly across his skin, sending waves of
warmth through his body. “Your skin feels so smooth. You have no idea how
delicious you look right now.”
Note to self - never grow body hair.He tried taking deep breaths in order to
calm himself. His hands frantically moved around, eventually settling on
grabbing hold of his throbbing erection, rubbing it against the inside of his
palm.
“Someone’s eager…” Derek lowered his body down against his, allowing him to
feel the weight of it. “Let me give you a hand.” Without warning, Derek grabbed
the base of his dick and pulled it from his hands. Slowly Derek started moving
his hand up and down the entire length of his cock while he rubbed the head
with his thumb at the end of each stroke. He tried speaking, but Derek cut of
his attempts at verbalization and kissed him hard, pressing his tongue against
his lips in order to gain access. Willingly he parted his lips and felt Derek’s
tongue as it played with his own. He moaned into Derek’s mouth as he pressed
himself deeper into their kiss. His dick leaked with precum, which seemed to
delight his lover further. Derek increased the speed of his movements, using
the fluid as lubrication to diminish friction.
“Oh – oh, God. Ah… please… I’m… ah!” He wiggled around underneath Derek,
fighting the urge to climax after only a few moments of pleasure. Derek
stopped. Both grateful and yearning for more, he looked at Derek while he
fought to regain his composure.
Derek placed his hands on the inside of his tights and gently pushed them open,
leaving him more vulnerable than he had ever felt before. Derek rested his cock
against his thigh; he could feel how hard it had become and how much it had
grown in the time Derek had devote to pleasing him. Gently, Derek guided his
hand down to his thick dick and ushered him to start playing with it.
Holy… warm. Damn that’s big.He nervously stroked Derek’s hardening erection.
“Like this?” Derek just nodded and began moving slightly. His confidence grew
as he worked Derek’s aching dick. “Seriously. How can it be this huge?”
Derek grunted. “Come on. It’s embarrassing when you say stuff like that.”
He measured Derek’s cock against his own; he rested his dick on top of Derek’s
to show the difference. “Right. See? You’re massive… this can’t be natural.”
“Werewolf genes.” Derek grabbed hold of both their erections and pressed them
together as he started jerking them off in unison. “You’re dick feels nice
against mine…” With his free hand, Derek grabbed his ass and lifted it
slightly. “Soo, cute. Damn… that looks so nice.” Derek thrusted his hips in
harmony with his movements, effectively fucking his hand while their dicks
rubbed together in perfect bliss. “Fuck! I want you so badly.”
“D-Derek?” He could feel the tension in Derek building, raising and raising to
the point where he didn’t know what he was going to do to him. Derek roared as
he let go of their dicks and forcefully pressed the head of his cock against
Stiles’ exposed hole. “Ah…Der!” The pressure was immense. Even though Derek had
barely begun to press inside him, the feeling was overwhelming. “Please…” He
could barely speak. “Gentle.”
Derek nodded. “Do you have any lube?”
He managed to point at the side table where he hid the more private items that
he didn’t want his father to accidently find. Derek reached over and rummaged
through the drawer. He could feel the added pressure on his hole as Derek
stretched his body in order to reach the lube without disengaging the position.
“Found it.” Derek fished out the lube and placed it on the bed. Although not
surprising, Derek raised an eyebrow as he grabbed the vibrator he kept in the
same place. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You want to start with this?”
He looked back and forth between the small toy and the throbbing erection
between his legs, waiting to plunge itself inside him. “No… just. Go slow.”
There was no point in using the vibrator to loosen him up. It was a mere
fraction of Derek’s size and wouldn’t prepare him for what was to come.
Derek poured some lube on his fingers and pressed them against his hole.
“COLD!” His muscles tightened as he felt the cold lube against his skin. He
focused on his breathing as best he could. Slowly, he calmed down as Derek
massaged his rim with the lube. It felt nice, once the initial shock had
subsided and his pulse had stabilised. Derek had noticed the change in his
expression; he pushed the tip of two fingers inside his hole and held them
there while he waited for a response. He whimpered, but signalled for Derek to
keep going.
“Just focus on breathing.” Derek’s movement increased in speed and intensity.
His fingers stretched him in a way that he’d never been able to himself,
hitting new places inside him to surprising effects. The feeling of enormous
pressure on his hole returned as Derek positioned his cock against his lubed up
entrance. “Deep breaths.” Derek pressed the tip of his dick inside him, which
made him clench his teeth in an attempt to endure. He felt Derek’s hands
pulling at his waist in order to insert himself further, slowly sliding in
another inch or so.
“Pause!” He trembled at the feeling of having Derek inside him. Even if he had
only taken the first few inches, he was already sweating and gasping for air.
“Ah… it hurts.”
Derek exhaled, which accidentally caused his dick to twitch inside him. “I-I’m
not going to move until you tell me. There’s no rush.”
God! That hurts… Oh my God… I’m going to die.“It’s too much… I – I can’t do
it.” He felt like crying, all his emotions crashed against each other, as he
laid exposed. He wanted to be with Derek – completely. The sense of inaptitude
tore at him and made him question his worth. “I’m sorry.”
Derek pulled out before he hushed him and leaned in for a kiss. “Don’t say
that. We’ll figure it out – maybe we just need more time before it’ll work…
and, I’ll still love you, even if you don’t want to bottom. My feelings
wouldn’t change.”
“Love?” He gazed into Derek’s eyes and found himself overwhelmed by an immense
wave of affection that washed over him, easing his pain and cleansing all
doubt. “I – I love you too.” Derek kissed him passionately while his hands
caressed his body. The sexual tension was still strong as he moaned into
Derek’s mouth while the string of kisses increased in ferocity.
Derek pressed his dick against his hole as he flited with it and started
jerking them both off in perfect harmony. “Cum for me!” Derek’s demands made
him wild with lust as he gasped for air.
“Ah… F…” He reached the end of his line. Having built up the pressure inside
him to unbearable new heights, his cock pulsated violently as he came all over
himself and Derek, covering them in his cum. His dick jolted a few times in
pain. The visible mess he had made filled him with a strange mix of pride and
embarrassment that he had never experienced before, but found that he enjoyed
greatly. His jaw dropped as he looked up at Derek’s face.
“Stiles?” Derek had closed his eyes and leaned closer as he frantically jerked
his dick. “I – I’m cumming.” A deep and lustful roar emanated from his chest as
Derek erupted with a flood of hot cum.
The feeling of Derek’s jizz as it covered his hole made him quiver in pleasure.
“Fuck! That’s so hot.” Derek pressed the greased head back inside of him and
exhaled as he held his position. Feels so warm inside.He almost reached orgasm
once more from the feeling of having Derek’s cum inside of him. Every muscle
ached as he bathed in the glory of their combined passion. He was a mess. His
vison had become blurred from overexcitement and he desperately tried catching
his breath. He did his best to reciprocate Derek’s kiss as they both collapsed
on the bed, sticking to each other. Lost in a haze he barely comprehended what
Derek was trying to say. Soon he watched as Derek forced himself up and started
wiping them both off with some paper towel that he conveniently had in his
room. He laid there on his bed, lifeless as Derek cleaned him and placed kisses
on his tender skin before he joined him in bed once again. They easily fitted
together as they entangled their bodies in a loving embrace. He felt satisfied
beyond compare as he pressed his head against Derek’s solid chest, allowing
himself to rest against the relaxed werewolf that he loved more than anyone
else in the world.
“That was fucking amazing!” He started laughing as he thought about the
absurdity of his words. Obviously he didn’t need to say it when he had covered
himself and the better part of Derek’s abdomen with sticky white protein.
Derek pressed his face into his damp hair, he sniffed hard as he tightened his
arms around him. “You’re amazing. I’ve wanted this for so long now… wanted
you.”
He couldn’t help smiling like an idiot as his body surrendered to exhaustion
after the adrenalin had begun to wash out of his system. In a jumbled attempt
at speaking, he managed to utter a final request before he went under. “You
better be here when I wake up.”
Chapter End Notes
     (Update 27/9-2015)
     Hi everyone who’s following the story so far. I just wanted to say
     that I’m still working on the next chapter. I’ve had a hard week with
     lots of work and celebrating my birthday. So I need more time before
     I add the next chapter. Just felt like telling you guys in case you
     were wondering what was going on.
     Derles…
***** Werewolves and sugar clouds. *****
“Stiles?”
Sore throated and confused, he dragged his forehead across the sheets and found
a place to rest. “Huh.” He pressed his hands against Derek’s solid chest and
steadied himself against the man lying next to him. He felt at peace, at home.
There was no worry to be found in Derek’s voice. “Stiles? Your dad is back.”
Derek’s words slowly entered his mind and started making sense. “SHIT!”
Suddenly, he felt wide-awake, his pulse quickened at the thought of his dad
finding a naked man in his room. “Oh my God! I’m dead! No – you’re dead. Fuck –
I should…”
Derek placed his hand firmly in support on his shoulder. “Calm down. Breathe.”
His reassuring smile helped him calm down slightly.
Focus – deep breaths!He tried thinking about his options as rationally as he
possible could. “My dad is home… wait, how do you even know that?” He tried
listening for any sound that would indicate that Derek was indeed correct, but
as far as he could tell, they were alone in the house.
“I heard the car park outside.” Derek tilted his head slightly. “He’s
downstairs right now, in the kitchen – no, living room if I had to guess.”
He glared at Derek and frowned. “What? You have some sort of super-hearing or
something?”
Derek nodded.
“What! Seriously? What other superpowers have you kept secret from me?” He
started wondering more about what ways Derek differed from a normal human. Heh,
I know at least one thing about him that’s superhuman.
Derek stared at his bedroom door. “Does your father usually wake you in the
morning?”
“I guess… sometimes. But normally only if I’ve slept in.” He quickly glanced at
his phone. “FUCK! It’s almost noon. We’ve slept so long… wow, guess I must have
been more worn out than I realized.” He smiled at Derek as the events of last
night freshened in his mind. I’m not a virgin anymore – not that it really
feels all that different. Still…
“What do you want to do?” Derek grinned slightly as he rested his forehead
against his. “Should we go say hello?”
He wants to meet my father? That’s kind of… wow. NO! Not like this… what should
I do?“I don’t think it’s the right time if I’m honest.”
Derek kissed him on his temple. It felt nice and comforting. “You’re probably
right. Guess I should leave then?” Derek calmly left his side and got out of
bed.
He watched Derek as he walked around the room and gathered his things. Derek
was still naked; he found the image of him standing there with everything on
display rather distracting. Crap, as if I didn’t have trouble controlling my
morning wood before…He bit down hard on his lower lip and hummed softly.
Derek apparently enjoyed the attention as he just smiled and pranced around for
what seemed like an excessive amount of time, only to tease him further.
“What?”
His heart jumped. “Nothing… it’s just. Nothing.” He tried taking his gaze of
off Derek’s dick as it dangled there between his legs. It was hard to do – and
it made him hard. Fuck! Not now! I’ll beat you senseless later okay. But right
now dad is downstairs and I have to figure out a way to smuggle the guy I just
had sex with – sort of - out without him noticing.
Suddenly, Derek stopped his movements. He turned his head and looked him
straight in the eye. “You want me to fuck you before I go?”
“WHAT!?” His eyes widened as he stared at Derek in disbelief. His cock stood
upright in response to the offer.
Derek grinned and started getting dressed. “It’s just the way you keep staring
at my dick – not that I mind, far from it.” The moment Derek tugged away his
manhood and adjusted his boxer briefs, he instinctively sighed aloud. Derek
smiled at his reaction; it seemed he didn’t mind the way he looked at him like
a piece of meat from time to time. However, he really needed to focus.
He desperately thought of a way for him to smuggle Derek out of the house
unseen. … I’ll go downstairs first… I’ll create a distraction by dragging my
father into the kitchen, insisting that we make breakfast together… right. Then
Derek can get out… will Dad hear the door when he leaves?
“Stiles?”
He lifted his gaze and found Derek fully dressed. “Huh – oh, you’re already
dressed. Just give me a second to…” Derek halted him.
“No need to get up, I’ll show myself out. Makes less noise that way.” Derek
went over to his bedroom window and opened it, letting the fresh air inside.
“Right. It is a bit stuffy in here.” He looked at his bedroom door and wondered
how Derek had planned on make his way to his front door without being spotted.
“You think you can make your way downstairs without my father finding out? I
got to tell you, I don’t entirely feel confident about getting out of this
one.”
“Well…” Derek leaned out the window and looked down on the ground beneath. “I’m
planning on taking a more direct route. Avoid the places where your father
might be.”
“Hold on! You don’t mean you’re going to jump out of the window?” He questioned
the safety aspect of jumping down from the first floor and landing on hard
ground. Although everything considered, maybe he really shouldn’t make any
presumptions about what Derek could and couldn’t do.
“You’re worried about me?” Derek smirked and walked over to the side of the
bed.
He looked up at Derek as he stood there looming over his bed. “Well, it’s just…
you owe me a date. Don’t want you to be all bruised up.” He held his breath as
Derek bended down and placed a lengthy kiss on his lips. A subtle sweetness
lingered at the edge of his mouth as he watched Derek place a foot on the
windowsill. A final smile were send his way as Derek effortlessly and without
hesitation, hurled himself out of the window.
His heart jumped. He was on edge as he waited for the loud thump that were sure
to follow as Derek connected to the ground – none came. Frantically he jumped
out of bed, rushed to his window, and leaned outside almost convinced that he
would find Derek lying injured below his window. To his surprise and great
relief, Derek was nowhere to be found. Wow… how the hell did he just… I’ve
seriously underestimated the perks of having a werewolf boyfriend. Boyfriend –
guess that’s what he is now.
He smiled to himself as he returned to bed and wrapped himself in the sheets
that still lingered with Derek’s sent. If he closed his eyes, he could still
feel him next to him. I’m just going to stay here – just a little while longer.
It feels nice…
What a way to start the day. Every inch of his skin tingled and his mind raced
with endless possibilities. Considering the fact that he could not stop
thinking about Derek and their impending date, the day went by faster than
expected. It was a good thing that Derek had left, since as he feared, his
father had knocked on his bedroom door and asked whether or not he’d planned on
staying in bed all day. It seemed their plan had worked, although suspicious,
his dad had not noticed anything as far as he could tell. He spend the few
hours he had left before his date with his father, eating breakfast and
dillydallying with small chores that he had tried avoiding.
During the afternoon he had wondered how Isaac was doing after last night and
texted him for an update. Rapidly a message with a picture of a sorry looking
Isaac sitting next to a rather cheerful Danny appeared on screen. He knew that
Isaac had partied a little too hard, and he was suffering for it, which was
fully understandable with the amount of alcohol that he’d slugged down during
the time he had attended Danny’s party. He wondered what it would have been
like if he had stayed at Danny’s house. I’m still pretty happy that I decided
to leave when I did. Things certainly worked out for the better…
Once again, his father had to go back to work. Because of the fair, all police
officers had to be on backup duty in case something happened with such an
amount of people gathered at one time. As the Sherriff, his father had to be
present most of the weekend to smooth things out and keep the moral high down
at the station.
Just as his father was about to leave, he had asked him if he had any plans for
the evening. He knew that his dad was happy that he had finally started hanging
out with people his own age, even if he had been drinking. Therefore, he
decided to tell him that he was going to the fair with a friend later. It
wasn’t a complete lie as he did consider Derek a friend – he was just, more as
well. He still felt apprehensive about telling his father about Derek. It
wasn’t that he thought his dad wouldn’t accept him if he told him he liked
guys. He was fairly certain that his father loved him no matter what. However,
before he wanted to introduce Derek to him, he needed to get used to it all
himself. Then perhaps, they could all have dinner together and get to know one
another.
His father smiled and told him to behave himself as he left for work. He could
tell that his father was happier now that he had friends; it made it easier for
him to leave for work without feeling overly guilty. He accepted and
appreciated that his father did what he could and still made sure to spend most
of his free time on him, despite his overwhelming workload.
“Take care.” He waved goodbye and watched the car disappear as it drove down
the street and turned a corner. Right, forty minutes left… get a move on
Stilinski…
It wouldn’t be long before Derek arrived to take him to the fair. He jumped up
the stairs, discarding his clothes next to the hamper as he entered his room. I
should probably wash up first…Full of enthusiasm he quickly made his way to the
bathroom down the hall from his room, he only had time for a quick rinse if he
wanted to be ready in time. Water dripped all over the floor as he hurried back
to his room, drying himself off as he moved. The towel soon joined his clothes
in the growing pile on the floor. So… causal? Formal?He looked at some of his
shirts; he held them in front of himself to get an idea of how it would look
while he examined himself in the full-length mirror on his wall. I wonder if
Derek will like this one. Maybe he’d prefer the green?
How was he supposed to decide? All he could think about was the way Derek
looked at him, and how it made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. God – last
night was so great. His warm hands on my skin. His lips.His breathing
intensified as he recalled the events of last night. His right hand glided down
his abs and continued towards the base of his dick. He could feel the blood
rushing to his crotch, his pulse quickened as it began to swell from the gentle
touch of his fingers as they ran up and down the shaft. He moaned and slowly
pulled his foreskin back, revealing the head of his penis. It hardened
slightly. Seriously, I don’t have time for this. Control yourself,
Stilinski.Instinctively his hand began moving back and forth, tightening the
grip around his erection. It was painful to deny himself the pleasure of
jerking off to the thought of Derek, but he needed to save it for later. He
forced himself to stop and released his aching cock. Calm down! If you waste
your energy now, you won’t be able to handle Derek later.It hadn’t even been a
full day since Derek had touched him for the very first time, yet he already
yearned for it. Fuck. I hope he wants to sleep over again tonight.He swallowed
hard. His dick was leaking pre-cum and sticking to his thigh.
Time was running out. He grabbed a pair of black boxers and quickly pulled them
on and tugged away his erection. It was almost unbearable to let such a feeling
to waste, but he managed to ignore it long enough for his cock to calm down
slightly. He had wasted enough time already; he dressed in a hurry and had to
settle on whatever seemed to be sufficient at the time. He took one last look
in the mirror. The destressed jeans made his ass look nice, check. The light
blue t-shirt was simple yet showed of his rather skinny chest, check. He
finished it off with his trustworthy red-hoddie and flew downstairs in order to
be ready when Derek arrived.
Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. His hands was sweaty as he
paced nervously back and forth in the hall, his eyes fixated on the door at all
time to make sure he wouldn’t miss it when Derek knocked on it. Why am I so
nervous anyway? He had already seen Derek naked, and laid with him in his bed.
Hell, after last night, a date should be a piece of cake.
The problem was that he couldn’t run away anymore, not that he wanted to. If
they went on a date, it would be official. The fact that Derek and he were
together would be plain for all to see.
He didn’t really mind that people knew that he was with Derek, he was proud
that he could score someone like that even if he couldn’t comprehend how. What
scared him was the reaction he would get when people saw him with Derek, the
looks of disapproval he’d get because he wasn’t good or pretty enough to be
with someone so perfect. Why was Derek even interested in him to begin with? He
could have any guy he wanted, why chose him?
The all too familiar sound of the doorbell, made him lose track of his jumbled
thoughts. His body moved at frightening speed as he opened the door and found a
surprised Derek standing outside.
“Hi there. Everything okay?” Derek looked suspicious and tilted his head
slightly.
Calm down!“Yea! Everything’s great. I’m just ex – excited about going to the
fair.” He smiled as best he could in order to cover up his nerves. His heart
rate increased as he gazed into Derek’s eyes, he licked his lips and readied
himself for when Derek was going to press his lips against his.
“Ready to go then?” Derek stared at him blankly.
“Huh, oh! Sure – can’t wait.” He didn’t kiss me – why didn’t he kiss me?He
locked the door behind him and followed Derek. Have I done something? Maybe I
have bad breath?He inconspicuously checked his breath. I don’t think so. Why
didn’t he kiss me?
“Here you go.” Derek opened the car door and gestured for him to get in.
“Huh.” A car? Wait, his car?
Derek raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”
“No, no. Sorry, I was just a little sidetracked.” He examined the shiny black
vehicle in front of him. “Nice ride. I didn’t realize you had a car.”
Derek grinned. “What, you thought I ran everywhere?”
“Actually, yes.” He had not really given it a lot of thought, but in truth he
hadn’t imagined that Derek had average human stuff for some reason. “So, what
kind of car is it?” He looked at the wheels in a desperate attempt to appear as
if he had the slightest clue about what he was talking about.
Derek laughed. “It’s a 2010 Chevy Camaro. You don’t really strike me as a car
enthusiast?”
“I’m not. Just trying to make it seem like I’m not a complete idiot.” He
laughed at his failed attempts at impressing Derek.
Derek gestured for him to get in once more. “Just be yourself. I like you as
is.”
He smiled instinctively and sat himself down in the passenger seat. Derek
closed the door behind him before he walked around and joined him in the car.
He buckled his seatbelt and studied the interior. The seats were extremely
comfortable. He looked at Derek and grinned. “Leather seats, fancy.”
Derek didn’t respond and started the car. It handled like a dream, and he felt
right at home sitting in Derek’s car, next to Derek of course. The ride to the
fair was over before he knew it, it wasn’t that far and he had spent the entire
time babbling about Danny’s party and his previous week at school. He couldn’t
help it, he was nervous. And Derek didn’t say a whole lot, which didn’t exactly
make him calm down. So he babbled to avoid the awkward silence.
“We’re here.” Derek pulled into the parking lot. He hurried out of the car as
he didn’t know whether he should wait for Derek to open the door for him or
not, but he quickly decided against it as he thought it too old-fashioned.
Loud noises, people screaming and music playing. The smell of fast food
lingered in the air. It was probably as close to heaven as you could get, he
felt so excited about the whole thing that he could barely contain himself.
Derek appeared more relaxed then him. He smiled softly at him. “What do you
want to do first?”
Let me think now, what do I want to do. Rip off all my clothes and let you fuck
me on top of your car sounds pretty hot if I’m honest.He exhaled and smiled at
his date. “I’m actually kinda hungry. Wanna grab something to eat?”
Derek nodded and started walking deeper into the fairgrounds. Soon they found a
segment filled with food stands that offered everything from cheap fried foods,
to more expensive and exotic street food. Derek seemed overwhelmed with the
smells of the place; he kept turning him head in a new direction every so often
while he inhaled harshly.
“Sensitive nose?” He thought it would make perfect sense, if you kept in mind
that he was on a date with a werewolf. “Or are you just sniffing out the good
stuff?”
“It’s hard to pick up on anything really.” Derek frowned. “There’s so much
grease in the air from all the fast food that I’m actually feeling a little
sick right now.”
“What?” His heart jumped. “You don’t like fast-food?”
Derek shook his head. “Nah, I can’t really taste much of anything if it’s been
smothered in fat. Maybe it’s because of my upbringing, but I prefer things more
natural.”
He was shocked. He couldn’t believe that anyone didn’t like fast food. Pizza,
fries, burgers. All the best things in life were unhealthy, but that was what
made them taste so nice. The fact that you knew they were bad for you. “I don’t
know what to say. Guess you’re not up for splitting some fries then?”
“Nah.” Derek surveyed the area. “But the good thing about all these stands. We
can just buy whatever we want and eat it together.”
“Sounds like a good idea.”
He quickly found a place where they could buy some French fries, burger and a
coke. It was fairly obvious that Derek could not comprehend how anyone would
want to eat that stuff, but he didn’t say anything and insisted that he paid
for his food even though he wanted to pay himself. Finding something to satisfy
Derek was somewhat more difficult, but luckily, there were a couple of Rawfood
stands that provided the healthier option that Derek wanted.
Settling down on a bench while they ate their food, he wondered how a big
muscular guy like Derek, could be satisfied with such a meal. “You sure that
salad isn’t too heavy?”
Derek looked up at him. “Your point?”
“I just, I didn’t mean to be rude or anything.” He took a sip of his coke and
cleared his throat. “How can you get full from that?”
“I do eat other things you know.” The way Derek looked at him when he said it,
made his heart gallop. “And it’s far more nutritious than that junk you’re
gulping down. It’s a wonder how you can stay that thin if that’s what you
normally eat.”
He shrugged his shoulders and took a huge bite of his burger. “Meh, I’m a
teenager. I can’t be bothered to eat healthy you know.”
Derek didn’t respond and proceeded to eat his salad.
“Shouldn’t’ you be able to eat whatever you want? I mean aren’t werew…” He held
his tongue. He could see it in Derek’s eyes that he shouldn’t finish his
sentence.
“Don’t take this personally.” Derek leaned closer. “I just don’t like it when
people use that word out in the open. You never know who might hear it.”
He looked around to see if anyone where watching them. “I don’t think anyone is
listening.”
“You never know, trust me.” Derek relaxed slightly and returned to eating his
food.
He felt weird. He wanted the sudden tension to disappear so they could enjoy
the night. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s alright.” Derek smiled at him. “But, you’re right actually. I do have a
very high metabolism compared to normal people. In theory, I could eat junk
food without gaining weight. I just don’t like it all that much. I feel better
if I eat healthy.”
“I guess.” He looked at the greasy food in his hands and wondered how it made
Derek feel about him. “Are you disgusted by me? That I like it?”
Derek sniggered “No. Eating junk food seems to make you happy.”
He took a heap full of fires and crammed them into his mouth. “Yea, it’s just…”
He swallowed. “I don’t know why it taste so good. All that salt – I can’t get
enough salt for some reason.” Derek’s eyes widened, he stared at him in silence
from across the table. Nervously he asked. “Did I… say something funny?”
“Salt?” One word. “You like salt?” Derek’s eyes flashed a bright blue for a
second. “I’ll remember that.”
What’s up with him? What’s so weird about… wait a minute. Did I just? He thinks
that I mean… Oh my god!He was overwhelmed by embarrassment and started sweating
heavily now that he had understood what he had been saying, and what Derek must
have been thinking. “I didn’t… no, just forget it.” He didn’t dare ask Derek
about it, what if he hadn’t actually thought that after all? He really had no
clue what was going on inside that strange and fascinating werewolf mind.
After they had consumed their meals, he enthusiastically threw his arms in the
air and proclaimed that they had to go on a big and thrilling rollercoaster
right away. Derek seriously questioned the sanity of going on such a ride right
after eating such large amounts of fries. What if he got sick? There was no way
he was going be sick from riding a rollercoaster, he was the rollercoaster
champion. Or, that was what he proudly told Derek when he had doubted his
abilities to handle the jumps and loops.
He had to make sure that he didn’t humiliate himself, especially now that he
had made such a big deal about how Derek had underestimated him. Luckily,
everything went fine when they had eventually gotten through the long line of
people in front of them. There were a great deal of people there that night,
obviously there would be since they had come on a Saturday, most people could
have fun and knock back a few drinks without having to worry about getting up
in the morning. Truthfully, he was more interested in knowing if they were
going to have a sleepover again tonight.  
His eyes lingered on a stand that sold cotton candy as they walked by. Derek
pointed back at it. “You want some?”
He shook his head. “Nah, maybe later.”
Even though it was nice being there with Derek, it felt slightly awkward.
Somehow, he had imagined his first date to be different from what it had turned
out to be. They had walked around side by side without any physical connection,
no handholding and no hands flirtingly touching a shoulder only to pass it of
as an accident. Neither of them had said anything for a while, they looked at
each other every so often, but only to avert their gaze and focused on
something else entirely.
Thankfully, Derek eventually broke the awful silence that had come between
them. “So, what do you want to do now?”
He licked his lips and looked around for something of interest. Not far from
them, a man enticed people to test their strength in a classic attraction. “How
about that one?”
“That one?” Derek grinned as he pointed at the high striker nearby. “You want
me to win you a prize?”
His face turned red. “Well, if you want to. I would be rude if I didn’t accept
your present – if you won one.”
Derek paid the vendor and readied himself. The massive hammer appeared to weigh
nothing at all, as Derek easily moved it around with little effort. “Which
prize should I pick?” Derek looked over his shoulder and sent him a cheeky
smile, which made him swallow hard. “Never mind that. Let’s decide once I’ve
actually won.” It seemed like a generally good idea not to get overly
confident; however, Derek swung the mallet and made the bell ring aloud right
off the bat.
He knew that Derek hadn’t even tried all that hard and yet he’d still managed
to win in the first try. Awestruck, he looked at his knight in shining armor.
He’s so perfect… and he’s here, with me… I must be the luckiest boy in the
entire world.
“WE HAVE A WINNER!” The vendor proclaimed Derek the winner and praised his
astonishing feat. Having beaten the striker in one try, he could pick anything
he wanted from the prize table next to the machine.
He watched Derek claim his prize before he returned with a huge grin on his
face. “Well, that was fun. Not all that challenging. Still fun.”
He couldn’t help smiling as he looked at the fluffy toy wolf that Derek proudly
held in his hands. “A wolf, obvious. But who am I to complain?” He reached out
for the stuffed toy, only to find that Derek moved it out of his reach.
Huh?“What gives?”
“Oh, you thought this was for you?” Derek tilted his head and moved closer.
His heartrate increased. Embarrassed that he had assumed that Derek had won the
prize for him, he tried redeeming himself. “Well I… I mean. I thought you said
that you would win something for me.”
Derek wrapped his arm around him and pulled him close. With a low growl, he
teasingly asked. “What will you give me in return?”
He swallowed hard. “Gratitude?”
Derek handed him the toy wolf and flashed a crooked smile. “Tell you what. You
can have the teddy. Then, if for some reason I’m not around or unable to hold
you in my arms. You don’t have to feel lonely. Hug the wolf and think of me,
and know that I’m thinking about you as well.”
“Thank you.” That was all he able to say. Even if he felt like bursting into
song and proclaim to the entire world that he was in love and happy, his simply
couldn’t express it in words.
He stared into those familiar and comforting blue eyes for what seemed like an
eternity, before he took a deep breath and gathered his confidence. “Derek?”
“Yea?” If felt as if Derek was undressing him with his eyes, the way he looked
at him while he liked his lips.
Hesitantly he asked Derek to do something that he desperately wanted, but
didn’t know how to initiate himself. “Would you mind – kissing me now?”
Derek didn’t say anything. Their embrace tightened as the world around them
disappeared. He was lost in the feeling of Derek’s soft lips as they pressed
against his own. He tried mentally storing the feeling in his mind, wanting to
hold onto it forever.
“YO! Stiles?” A voice in the sea of people interrupted their embrace and forced
him to pull back in order for him to see who it was. In the distance, he could
see Isaac and Danny as they walked closer, waving at him with huge grins on
their faces.
“BUDDY!” Isaac wrapped his arms around him and squeezed him tightly.
“Isaac? Danny? What are you guys doing here?” Surprised and baffled by the
sudden appearance of his friends he tried to get a handle on the situation.
Isaac raised the plastic cup he held tightly and smiled. “Enjoying ourselves,
isn’t that what you are supposed to do at a fair?”
“Are you seriously drinking? Aren’t you still hung over from last night? You
really should be with the amount you had to drink…” Wow, how is he even able to
stand on his feet right now? He should be bedridden for weeks after a bender
like that.
“You know what they say, the best way to beat hangovers, is with more booze.
I’ll worry about it on Monday.” Isaac took a sip of his drink while Danny
shrugged his shoulders and sighed deeply.
He smiled at Danny “So, is Aiden and Ethan here as well?” He looked through the
crowd in order to find them.
“No, they apparently had some business to attend to. Twins, you can’t keep them
apart for more than two seconds. So I’m left alone to deal with the drunk.”
Danny smiled at him before he gently gestured towards Derek with his eyes.  
“Oh, right. Isaac, Danny. This is Derek. Derek, these are my friends.” He
nervously watched as Derek greeted them.
“Danny? You’re the one that had a party last night?”
“Yes, that’s right. I guess Stiles told you.” Danny’s smile widened. “So how do
you two know each other?”
Confused and intrigued expressions bounced around between the four of them,
like a rubber ball hell-bent on jumping forever. He wanted to say something; he
obviously had to explain how they had gotten to know each other or they would
begin asking questions that he couldn’t answer. Pleadingly, he looked to Derek
for help.
“You see, I usually run through the forest in the afternoon.” Derek had
responded as he had hoped and begun adjusting the truth to a more realistic
tale of how they had met. “A while back, we happened to run into each other. It
was actually by a complete accident that we met.”
Guess he’s going to leave out the part where he saves my life…
“But I’m glad that we crossed paths.” Derek sent him a tender smile that made
him go weak at the knees before he remembered that his friends were standing
there as well.
With a goofy smile on his face, he added. “There hasn’t been a dull moment
since, that’s for sure.”
“WAIT A MINUTE!” Isaac gasped as his eyes widened. “You’re gay?” His heart
furiously pounded against his chest, now that he had been called out on it.
Isaac sighed and turned towards Danny and fished out some money from his pocket
and handed it to him.
“Nice doing business with you.” Danny grinned as he pocketed his newfound cash.
What the HELL!?“You guys bet on whether or not I was gay?” Confused and
slightly annoyed by the whole thing, he looked at Derek. “Can you believe
this?”
“I’m staying out of this one. Actually, I think I’m going to buy something at
that stall so you can talk to your friends in private for a moment.” Derek
nodded politely and left them alone while he browsed the nearby stands.
He crossed his arms and glared at his supposed friends. “So, you want to
explain yourselves?”
Danny quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, Stiles. It is my fault really. I assumed
that Isaac knew, so I asked him about setting you up with one of my friends.”
Danny glanced over at Derek and chuckled. “But it looks like you don’t need any
help.”
He felt strangely proud for a moment. “So, I guess you knew all along then.
That I liked guys, I mean.”
“Well…” Danny shrugged his shoulders. “As you’re most likely aware of yourself.
It’s not like you can look at a guy and know one hundred percent that he’s gay.
But yea, I knew.”
Isaac pointed at Derek. “Seriously, that guy is gay? Maybe I need to rethink my
position.”
“Heh, don’t really think you’ll be able to handle it, Isaac.” The words just
blurted out. Danny sent him a schmuck grin.
Isaac raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s a gay thing. Don’t worry your pretty little straight mind.” Danny smiled
and started laughing. He couldn’t help bursting into laughter himself while he
watched the confused look on Isaac’s face.
“How long have you been going out?” Danny casually tried guiding their
conversation back on track.
“It’s been…” He recalled the day he had met Derek for the first time. Actually,
it wasn’t as straightforward as it would seem. Did all the time he had spent
with Derek, back when he thought he was just a wolf count? Or did he actually
meet him for the first time that night in his kitchen? “Well, I guess it’s
already been a couple of months since I saw him for the first time. But this is
actually our first, official date if you will.”
“Two months!?” Isaac looked shocked. “And you haven’t told me anything. I
thought we were friends?”
“We are!” He hadn’t kept it from Isaac because he didn’t trust him. “It’s just…
I had to figure out some stuff, about myself. I’m still trying to figure things
out actually.”
Danny placed his hand on his shoulder. “You seem to be doing alright. And if
there’s anything you want to talk about. We’re here for you.”
He felt his face go bright red; he hadn’t deserved such great friends. He was
moved by their friendship and cherished every moment that he was fortunate
enough to spend with them.
Danny and Isaac messed around, acting like an old married couple as they always
did. He smiled softly and started opening his mount in order to voice his
appreciation of they support. A sudden gut feeling knocked the wind out of him
and cut him off before he could say anything. A shiver ran down his spine and
caused his body to stiffen.
“Well now, would you look at that? It’s the fairy squad.” He spun around and
squealed slightly as he stared in Kevin’s face. Obviously, Daniel and Ed where
there as well, standing guard like a couple of obedient watchdogs.
“Beat it, Kevin!” Danny looked dead serious. He had never been the kind of guy
that allowed anyone to push him around.
“Yea! Take your retard friends with you and go fuck each other.” Isaac wasn’t a
fool by any means, but he clearly felt safe enough with all the people around
for him to challenge Kevin like that.
He didn’t feel nearly as confident as his friends. He felt small and vulnerable
as he took a step back from the one person he had associated with emotional and
psychical pain for most of his life. Kevin emptied his beer can and discarded
it, before he sent Isaac a fierce look. “Why don’t you suck my cock instead
faggot.” He grabbed his dick through his pants and raised his chin. “See what a
real man taste like.”
Danny held Isaac back as he attempted to engage Kevin in what he could only
have assumed would have turned into a full-on fight in the middle of the fair.
Why did this have to happen, right when everything had actually started going
well – such misfortune.
“Stiles?” His heart jumped violently in response to Kevin’s call. “I always
knew you were a little bitch. How have you gotten so popular all of a sudden?
Maybe you’ve been spending a lot of time on your knees.”
He felt nauseous, Kevin’s dreadful laughter cut through his skin like a shape
blade, causing him untold misery. He wanted to say something, but nothing came.
All he could do was stand there while he was being insulted and laughed at as
he had been so many times before. Why didn’t he just say something? Why hadn’t
he just told that pathetic jerk to go jump of off a cliff and leave him and his
friends alone. His body tensed as he desperately sought out the strength to
fight back.
The three bullies infuriating laughter suddenly grinded to a halt. Everyone
turned towards the ominous growling that cut through the air and demanded their
full attention. He gasped for air as he noticed the intensive look on Derek’s
face. He looks like he’s going to kill someone, what am I going to do.“…Derek?”
Kevin squinted his eyes and looked at his sidekicks in question. “Who the hell
is this asshole?”
Derek completely ignored the comment at turned his head towards him. “Stiles…
is everything alright?”
Hesitantly he nodded while he looked back and forth between Derek and Kevin. He
felt on edge as the outcome of the potentially dangerous situation remained
uncertain. Happy that Derek was there to protect him if need be, he wrestled
with the intense pain in his abdominal that warned him about the real danger
his night would end in a bloodbath.
He could only assume that Kevin was drunk or displaying his usual stupidity as
he fearlessly moved towards Derek, unaware that he could easily tear him to
shreds.
The tension between the two was unbearable; Kevin puffed his chest like a proud
peacock and smirked before his gaze refocused on him. “So, who’s this fucker?”
Kevin gestured casually towards Derek. “Another member of your pathetic little
freak show.” Kevin’s insults didn’t affect Derek the slightest.
He could see that Derek’s gaze remained fixated on him the whole time,
unwavering and protective. He was relieved that Derek was able to ignore all
the hateful slander that Kevin threw at him. This could go seriously wrong –
fast. If he manages to piss off Derek…
Kevin’s eyes grew dark with maleficence. “You really do get around, don’t you
Stiles?”
His heart stopped. For a fraction of a second, his entire world stood still as
his worst fears became reality. Fuck! Quickly, stop Derek before he…
A loud roar overtook all other sounds and signaled the unavoidable downfall of
their evening. Faster than his eyes could follow, Derek lunged at Kevin,
hitting him square in the gut and sent him flying backwards with ease. A short
moment of disbelief passed between all participants, before all hell broke
loose. Daniel and Ed threw themselves at Derek in an attempt to defend their
wounded leader. Although Derek wouldn’t have had any trouble dealing with them
on his own, Isaac, the ever gallant friend, joined the fray and jumped Ed from
behind.
Oh, crap! Shit! We need to stop…. I have to stop them…. How?He desperately
tried to think of something that would make them stop. Nothing he could think
of would help. Nothing would make things better.
Daniel hit Derek hard in the back, but found that an effort so bleak was
useless against him. Just as Derek was about to bring down a world of pain on
his attacker, a seriously pissed off Kevin came running at him with a baseball
bat he had procured from one of the surrounding stalls. Even Derek couldn’t
defend against a surprise attack and fell to his feet with Kevin standing
triumphantly above him, continuously hitting him in the back with the bat.
Derek!Overwhelmed by anger; he ran to the werewolf’s aid and launched a
desperate attack in order to help him. To his surprise, his fist connected with
Kevin’s face and forced the confused assailant to take a step back. Ah, my
hand! God that hurt!The pain forced him to cuddle his hand and bring it close
to his body in response. Wait a second – I got him! I did it! I hit Kevin!His
newfound confidence was quickly squashed by the look Kevin send him. He quickly
realized that his hit had annoyed Kevin more than anything else. It seemed
unavoidable that his face was going to have an intimate meeting with Kevin’s
baseball bat in the near future, as he watched the enraged teenager ready his
counterattack. His heart stopped, all he could do was try to ready himself for
the impact.
To his incredible relief, the bat stopped before it came in contact with his
all too fragile face. The sound of the wood cracking under Derek’s fingers as
he clutched it in his hand send shivers down his spine. Derek had saved him at
the last second; thank the lord he was on his side. Kevin had lost all
confidence as he furiously and without success, tried to wrestle his weapon
free from Derek’s grasp.
Derek roared triumphantly, before he effortlessly hurled the bat and Kevin who
desperately tried holding onto it, to the side in one single move. In
disbelieve he watched his longtime tormentor fly helplessly into a nearby
stall, knocking prizes and whatnot over as he connected and fell to the ground.
Derek took a few steps towards the beaten foe to assess the damage he had
inflicted.
At that time, Stiles felt a hand grab him by the shoulder and drag him harshly
to the side. “What the hell is going on here!?” Stiles’ brain slowly recognized
the police officer that had grabbed hold of him.
He stuttered a few incoherent words that resulted in him at least getting a
name out of his mouth. “… Parrish?...” The guy that had grabbed him was none
other than Deputy Parrish, he obviously knew him because he worked with his
father, things were going from bad to worse at an alarming rate.
Parrish looked like a giant question mark. “Stiles? You’re responsible for
this?”
He didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t deny it. Even if Kevin had provoked
Derek and attacked them with a bat, he was the one lying wounded on the ground.
To some extent, things had gotten out of hand because of him. “I don’t…. I
mean…” He didn’t have a chance to explain himself before Derek noticed that
Parrish had grabbed him.
Apparently unmoved by the fact that he was a police officer; Derek growled at
Parrish and took a step towards him. “Unhand him, now!”
“STAND DOWN!” Parrish obviously demanded that Derek yielded immediately;
further discord would end them both in even worse trouble than they were
already in.
Derek didn’t seem to care about Parrish’s authority, it was clear by now that
he didn’t like anyone touching or insulting anyone he cared about. Which was a
sweet notion to be honest, but highly impractical at the time. “Derek, STOP!”
He watched as Derek halted in his tracks. “His not hurting me, I’m fine. Just….
Don’t make it any worse.” The look on Derek’s face made him regret his words as
soon as they had left his mouth; he swallowed hard. “Wait, I didn’t mean that
it’s you’re…” Parrish cut him off.
“Alright, you’re arrested. And we’re all going to take a trip to the station to
sort this all out.” The deputy gestured for Derek to be handcuffed by one of
the officers that had arrived on the scene.
Derek no longer tried to resist, he looked almost defeated as the officer read
him his rights. Stiles watched as Daniel, Ed and Kevin were more or less
reluctantly herded into another squad car. At least Kevin was conscious and
walking on his own two legs, even though he might have wish him more pain, that
had to be a good thing.
He was placed in the backseat of a car along with an embarrassed Danny and a
furious Isaac. Derek being the only one over eighteen, and the only one
formally arrested, rode in a car by himself.
How could it all have ended this way? He wondered if it was possible for him to
get into any more trouble than he already had. Fuck!What is the one thing that
is worse than going to the police station on the night of your first date?
That’s if the sheriff that’s going to bust your balls for being involved in a
fight in the middle of a fair, also happens to be your seriously pissed of
father who is going to kill you for getting into trouble yet again.
“I’m screwed!"
***** Caged beast. *****
Sitting in your father’s office doesn’t sound all that bad when you first think
about it. However, when your father happens to be the sheriff in town, and you
happen to be sitting there because you, your friends, and your new boyfriend –
which you haven’t told him about – have sort of gotten arrested for public
disorder. It is not as easy keeping calm as you would think.
Stiles sighed heavily and hugged the stuffed toy wolf in his arms. He was so
happy that he had managed to keep hold of it during their sudden fight with
Kevin and his entourage. He didn’t know what he’d done if he had lost it. He
looked at the cute blue plastic eyes and smiled to himself. Derek had given it
to him earlier that night, back when things were deceptively simple it seemed.
Now that he was sitting there in the sheriff’s office, waiting for his father
to finish up with everyone else, everything felt like an uphill battle. He
clutched the teddy in his hand, determined never to lose such a precious gift.
I’m going to love you forever little wolf… just like I’m going to love Derek…
forever.
He rubbed his eyes and looked for his father through the giant window in the
office; he could see him talking to someone further down the hall. It wouldn’t
be long now. Stiles had watched as their parents had picked up his friends and
seen how they had reacted.
I hope I haven’t gotten them into too much trouble…
Isaac’s father had seemed the angriest from what he had been able to gather
from inside the office. Stiles knew that Isaac had been involved with a bad
crowd at his last school. His father was probably just worried about it
happening again more than anything else.
Danny’s mother had cried continuously and kept asking him if he had gotten
hurt. Her darling son was totally innocent; there was no question about it. She
had made sure to tell anyone that her son wouldn’t do anything bad and that it
had to be some of the other guys fault that he had gotten dragged into it all.
Danny’s father only asked once if it had been worth it. And when Danny had
promptly answered that he would defend his friend anytime, no matter what, his
father had just nodded and smiled.
Stiles wondered how it would feel to have such understanding and loving
parents. They only worried about their son’s safety, but otherwise believed
their words and innocence right from the start. Trust, that was the word that
came to mind when he thought about it.
It wasn’t the same with him and his dad. He was probably to blame himself when
it came down to it. His father had learned to question everything he did
because he had gotten into more trouble then he’d care to think about. … It
must feel nice… support.
He repositioned himself and sat upright in the chair as his father finally
entered the room and closed the door behind him. No words were exchange to
begin with. His dad simple looked through a bunch of papers that he then placed
on his desk before he leaned himself against it and looked at him with an
understandably disappointed look on his face. “So…” The short break between
words that followed felt like an eternity as he readied himself. “Do you want
to explain yourself?” His father appeared strangely calm overall. Which was
worrying to say the least. He found his father were much easier to read when he
yelled and screamed. It was when he was silent or calm that Stiles became truly
worried.
“Right… where to begin…” He laughed apprehensively and searched for any
indication that his father wasn’t about to kill him. “So. I was out with my
friends, minding my own business… when all of a sudden…”
“Stiles?!” The way his own name sounded in his ears made it perfectly clear
that he was perhaps in the most trouble he had ever been before. His father
rubbed his forehead and sighed heavily. “Are we really going to have to do this
the hard way?”
“What? You don’t believe me?” His pulse quickened as he thought about the
chances of his father actually being on his side for a change.
“What I believe is facts!” His father looked him straight in the eye. “I have a
handful of teenagers with bruises, and a guy in the arrest that supposedly
assaulted one of them. And you really think that I’d accept a tall tale about
how you and your friends are completely innocent?”
“Not, completely. But DAD!” He tried to calm down in order to explain himself,
but his father didn’t wait for him to gather his thoughts.
“I’ve had enough. I thought that you getting friends would help, but it’s clear
that it has only made things worse. This guy, Kevin…” His dad looked at the
papers lying next to him on his desk. “Johnson. He has two cracked ribs and a
mild concussion. How does that happen if nobody is to blame?”
He couldn’t stand to sit idly by while his father made it sound as if Kevin
hadn’t provoked Derek into a confrontation. “It wasn’t Derek’s fault!”
His father raised an eyebrow. “Derek? Do you actually know that guy… are you
friends with Derek Hale?”
“Hale? His name is, Hale?” Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t even known
Derek’s last name. He hadn’t cared about it, everything had happened so fast
that it hadn’t mattered. Or, at least he thought it didn’t. But now, he wanted
to know since his father obviously knew something about him.
“You’re friends with him, but you have no clue who he is – do you?” His father
looked more concerned than usual. “Some years ago, there was a terrible fire in
the forest at the Hale estate. There were obvious signs of arson, but nobody
was ever charged with anything.”
“The fire…” Stiles remembered that Derek had said something about it. “That’s
when he… he lost his parents.”
His Father sighed and seemed to soften up slightly. “Yes, and most of his
family. There were only three survivors including him. And he’s had a pretty
dubious record ever since. There’s a lot of anger there, Stiles. Not that I can
blame him.” His dad lowered his gaze for a moment before he continued. “I doubt
you would even remember the Hale family from back then. Why would you? Their
Hale family has been tied to Beacon Hills for generations, they’re old money.
And when someone who is used to getting what they wants is overcome by grief
and anger, they can do all kinds of things.”
“You don’t know him, DAD!” It was hurtful to listen to his father talk about
the man he loved as if he was some kind of criminal.
“Oh, and you do?” His father could obviously sense that he wasn’t telling him
everything and became increasingly suspicious of him.
“He’s….” He swallowed hard. His legs were shaking and he started sweating madly
at the thought of coming clean. “Boyfriend… he’s my boyfriend, Dad.” His mind
couldn’t process the thousand thoughts running through his head as he waited
anxiously for his father reaction.
“He’s your? Boyfriend? You’re gay?” His dad looked rather confused by the news
that his son was attracted to guys and also involved with someone without his
knowing.
Stiles laughed halfheartedly. “Surprise?” He held his breath in anticipation.
“Okay.” His dad took a deep breath. “First. I don’t care… I mean, it’s great
that you’re… I love you no matter what, Son.”
A moment of happiness helped him regain some energy after an excessively
stressful evening. “Thanx, Dad. That means a lot to me.” He smiled and relished
the fact that his father still retained some love for him despite him being a
disappointment of a son.
His father’s facial expression hardened. “Now that that’s said.”
Oh, crap. And here I thought that the hard part was over…
“Six years, Stiles! He’s too old for you.” His father buried his face in his
hands and sighed. He looked intensely at him with a stern look on his face. “If
he has done something to you. I swear I’m going to lock his ass up and throw
away the key.”
“NO!” The sudden outburst surprised his dad who raised his eyebrows in
response. It surprised himself a little to be honest, but now that he had his
father’s attention, he might as well make himself clear about his feelings for
Derek. “I love him. Okay, Dad! And you can’t change that no matter what you
do.”
“You’re still a minor. I can charge him with several offenses’ if he’s done
something to you.”
“You won’t do that!” He was at his wits end. Granted that his father was only
looking out for him in his own way. But he wasn’t an idiot that had been
corrupted by anyone. He had wanted it himself. “What I have or haven’t done
with Derek – so far! I’ve done because I’ve wanted to. He hasn’t forced me into
anything…”
“But…” His father seemed taken aback by his fierce determination.
Stiles didn’t allow his father any room to stop him from saying what he had to.
“I’m not done talking! I love Derek. And… he loves me… Dad. He cares about me.
So I’m warning you. If you try to break us apart out of fear that he’s using me
– don’t. Because, I will never talk to you again if you do.”
His father was still furious, but held his tongue. The tension in the room was
running dangerously high as they both tried standing their ground. Finally,
after an intense staring contest that didn’t yield any obvious winner, his
father sighed loudly. “Right, let’s just focus here. I’ll deal with the
boyfriend aspect later. We still need to settle the small matter of your public
squabble.”
He huffed and deliberately tried to avoid his father’s gaze. “Fine.” He
centered himself and once again looked his father in the eye. “Derek was just
defending me you know.”
His father’s expression softened with the new information. “How so?”
“It’s all Kevin’s fault!” The mere thought of that jerk made him shake with
anger. “He hit Derek with a baseball bat for Christ’s sake. And he tried
hitting me in the face with the bat as well.”
“The guy with the fractured ribs attacked you and – your boyfriend with a
baseball bat? Yet he’s the one who is injured and there hardly seems to be a
scratch on Derek. Why would he do that?” His father’s obsessive questioning was
annoying, but understandable nonetheless. He had a job to do.
“Because he’s a psychopath! He makes fun of me, Dad. Calls me a faggot and
stuff. He’s the one that’s been beating me up at school. Don’t you see? He
deserved whatever he got.” He breathed heavily as the whole situation had put
him on edge.
His father looked sadden by what he had told him. However, he kept on track and
continued his cross-examination. “So, he insulted you? Then Derek lost it and
attacked. So your boyfriend threw the first punch?”
“Well, if he hadn’t…” He paused. It was the truth, wasn’t it? No matter the
reason, Derek had struck first. He couldn’t deny that no matter how much he
wanted to. “You’re right. Derek hit Kevin first. But, Dad.” He looked into his
father’s eyes and tried to convey how serious he was about what he said next.
“It’s my fault. Don’t punish Derek for standing up for me because I didn’t do
it myself. Please?” He hoped with all his heart that his father would just hug
him and tell him that everything was going to be all right, but found it very
unlikely, as he was still mad at him.
His dad gathered his composure and looked through a couple of papers before he
put him out of his misery. “That seem to consist with what we have gathered so
far. Derek have already confessed to throwing the first punch and apologized.
Although he didn’t really seem all that sorry if I’m honest.” His father send
him a look that seemed to warn him about getting involved with a person like
that. “And statements from witnesses seem to indicate that Kevin did indeed
attack with a baseball bat that he had taken from a nearby stand.”
“See!” That almost sounded like he was happy. He lowered his head and hoped
that his dad would let it slide for once.
“Moving on…” Luckily, it seemed his father had tired of yelling at him for one
night and continued as if nothing had happened. “Kevin’s continuously attacks
means he can’t pass it off as simple self-defense. Also, the fact that he is a
minor that was drinking in public on top of that; it seemed his parents didn’t
want to press any charges. Mr. Hale have already called his attorney and
covered bail. In addition, he have offered to cover any damages that he might
have caused due to the fight. And most importantly.” His father paused. “Derek
did try to defend my son’s honor… even if I don’t agree with the way he went
about it. So…”
Stiles’ eyes lit up, it seemed they had dodged a bullet. “So, Derek is free to
go?” His heart pounded furiously against his chest as he waited for his dad to
say the magic words. If Derek was free to go, maybe they could still salvage
their night and end up where he had hoped they would all along.
“Yes, everything has been taken care of and nobody got seriously injured.” His
father sighed loudly as he sat himself down at his desk and started tidying up
before he lifted his gaze and looked at him. “An officer can drive you home in
a little while, so just relax.”
Stiles found it strange, if Derek was free to go; why didn’t his father release
him immediately so they could get on their way. “Aren’t you going to let Derek
out now that we’re done?” He looked at his father and nervously revealed the
next part of his plan with as much finesse as he could muster at the time. “And
you don’t have to worry about me getting home… Because, I thought I just get
Derek to drive me.” With baited breath, he waited for his father’s reaction.
“Your friend have already been released before I came in here; I just needed to
talk things through with you before I told you to see how you reacted to
everything. And to see if you seemed to be truly sorry about it or not.”
I have to see DEREK!“I got to… I’ll just go then. No need to take up anymore of
the sheriff’s precious time.” He quickly turned around and headed for the door
but stopped when he heard his father call him.
“Stiles?” He clinched his teeth and turned around to face his father. He had
been so close, yet so far. “What exactly makes you thing that I would allow you
to go anywhere with that guy when he’s clearly got anger issues?”
“But, Dad!” He firmly placed both hands on his father’s desk to assert his
seriousness. “He’s my… boyfriend. And as we agreed, that’s a totally different
matter from him being arrested.”
“Right…” His father looked erringly calm all things considered. “So, how about
we just focus on that then. Do you think that, not considering the arrest, I
would leave my seventeen-year-old son in the hands of his older boyfriend,
right after I’ve learned of his existence. Keeping in mind that I haven’t
decided yet if set son was grounded for getting into trouble for well…. Let’s
just say it’s not the first time.”
“GOD!” He threw his hands in the air started pacing back and forth on the small
floor space in the office. “Why do you have to be like that, Dad?”
His father smirked at him as he continued to gaze calmly at him from behind his
desk. “Be like what? A parent? A protective farther?”
“Right…” Damnit, I hate it when he does this.“But, Dad? I want to go with
Derek. I have to make sure that everything is all right and stuff…. I mean,
it’s not exactly what I had hoped would happen on our first date.”
“Your first…” His father tried concealing his smile. His expression softened
before he got up and walked towards the door. “Alright, he can take you home.
But no sleepovers. I mean that. You hear me?”
He smiled from ear to ear. “Yea, I hear you. Words, sounds, it’s all perfectly
understandable.”
His father looked as if he had already regretted allowing him to go with Derek.
However, it was too late to do anything about it now; he was already out the
door and halfway down the hall when he heard his father calling. “And, Son. I’d
like to meet him, this guy of yours. Sometime when he hasn’t been arrested that
is.”
He just smiled and waved quickly before he ran around the corner and out into
the foyer of the police station. “Derek?” Where is he? He didn’t leave
without…. Did he?
“Stiles?” His heart jumped as he turned around and faced Derek who had once
again sneaked up on him.
“Seriously, you have to stop doing that.” He tried smiling as seductively as he
could, but found Derek’s expression slightly worrying. In a desperate attempt
to break the uncomfortable tension between them, he laughed aloud. “For a
second there, I thought you had left without me. Are… are you all right? Is
everything…”
“Stiles?” The look on Derek’s face, the sound of his voice, the way he stood
there in front of him while he kept his distance at the same time. It all
screamed at him. It screamed danger and disaster that he hoped where mere
imaginations on his part. “I’m sorry.”
“Wha…” He couldn’t quite figure out what was going on at that moment. Two
simple words made him both sad, happy and confused at the same time. Derek was
sorry. But about what? Punching Kevin in the face? Nobody should be sorry for
giving that asshole what he deserved. Sorry that their date had ended that way?
It wasn’t exactly Derek’s fault alone that things had turned out the way they
had. He reluctantly asked. “About what? You’re free to go. And I’m not hurt or
anything…”
“I acted poorly, and I’m sorry. I… it’s just.” He could see that something
truly bothered Derek, something that had made him lose his nerve earlier that
night. “I can’t stand it when someone hurts the people… the person, I love.” A
momentarily flash of anger in Derek’s eyes revealed the truth of his words.
“That guy, Kevin. I’m not sorry for hurting him!” The last part came out
slightly aggressive.
“Right… then what’s the matter?” He swallowed hard and tried to think of a way
to show that he still cared for Derek despite the way the night had progressed.
He softly placed his hands against Derek’s chest and closed the gap between
them without further words.
Derek’s sapphire blue eyes sparkled as they gazed into his own. A moment of
silence passed between them. “I’m sorry…” Derek’s expression softened as he
continued. “… that I ruined your night. I’m sorry that I got you into trouble.
That’s the last thing I wanted.” Derek’s rough yet tender hand caressed his
cheek. “You deserve better.”
He felt warm inside. A feeling of euphoria spread through his body as a smile
forced its way to his face. His eyes filled with tears and his throat closed up
as he wallowed in the moment. “There’s no one better than you, Derek.” It was
difficult to speak; he was at a loss for words. The tears that had started
running down his cheeks where tears of happiness. Never before had he felt as
loved as he did standing there in the arms of the man that would go through
hell to save him. “You care about me. And you would defend me against anything
– I couldn’t ask for anyone more perfect than you.” He stretched himself and
tiptoed to reach Derek’s lips with his own. The perfect feeling of Derek
pressing down and adding to their kiss made him weak in the knees.
Derek pulled back and looked lovingly at him. “I’m still sorry about the way
our date ended. It wasn’t exactly what I had planned for.”
“Me neither.” In the midst of all his happiness, a wicked thought broke the
surface of his consciousness. “But who says it’s over just yet?” He bit his lip
and leaned himself against Derek in an attempt to achieve as much body contact
as he possibly could.
Derek’s eyes lit up. “Well, besides the fact that my car is still parked at the
fair. I’m not sure that I should attempt to get you into more trouble tonight.”
“It’s no trouble at all.” He smiled and stole a quick kiss from Derek’s lips.
“We kind of have to get the car anyway, since I sort of promised my father that
you would take me home.”
Derek raised an eyebrow. “He trusts me to do that after all that happened?”
Stiles smiled to himself. “I didn’t really give him a choice if I’m honest.
However, he did say that I wasn’t allowed to have anyone sleeping over because
of what happened. But, he just said that because he’s being overprotective.”
“Oh?” Derek allowed his hands to slide down his back and rested them teasingly
on his waist. “What do we do about that then?” Derek buried his face in his
neck and inhale deeply.
The fact that they were still standing in a police station, a public place, was
lost at him as he gave himself over completely to the feeling of Derek pressing
his hard body against his. “I wasn’t really thinking about sleeping anyway.”
Derek let out a soft roar and bit down hard, causing him to moan quite loudly
in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “… Y… you wanna… get out of here?”
Derek didn’t say anything, he simply took him by the hand and started walking
with him by his side. Time went by surprisingly fast considering that he could
barely contain himself thinking about Derek, him and Derek, him and Derek doing
things to each other. God! He was so hard it was painful to endure. The taxi
drove off after having dropped them off in the carpark where Derek’s Camaro had
waited patiently for the drive back. Stiles quickly fastened his seatbelt and
did his best to calm himself, which he found to be extremely difficult at the
time. Barely able to sit still, he turned his head and moved around nervously
in his seat each time they turned a corner or passed a street sign that
indicated that he soon would be back at him house with Derek in toe.
What was Derek expecting to happen? The question lingered in his mind and made
a right mess of things. Obviously, he knew that they both were ready to rip
each other’s clothes off and get down to business. But what business,
specifically? Although he had found the events of last night quite
exhilarating, he hoped that Derek hadn’t been too disappointed by him. Would he
be able to handle it any better tonight? He’s so fucking hot… and sweet!He so
wanted to make Derek happy. He wanted to be able to give Derek anything and
everything he desired. Stiles wanted to feel Derek inside him because the idea
of it was so mind-blowingly hot to him. But even more than that, he wanted it
because he wouldn’t be able to handle letting Derek down in any way. He kept
tapping his right knee while a hundred questions raced around in his head,
threatening to drive him insane.
“Stiles?” He turned his head in response to his name and focused in on Derek
who looked at him with a worried expression painted across his face. “Is
everything okay? You seem… on edge.”
“No… I’m fine. Really!” He took a deep breath and tried to relax. “Really, I’m
just…” Convincing Derek and himself as well, that everything was fine, was not
an easy task.
“Nervous?” Derek flashed a supportive smile before his eyes refocused on the
road.
Nervous? Why would I be nervous… it’s nothing! We already got over the awkward
part yesterday – tonight is going to be easy. It’ll be perfect – this time.
He’ll be completely satisfied by me and…
“Stiles?” Derek called out to him once again. “You’re not saying anything.” His
eyes connected with Derek’s, who eyed him from the driver seat and took his
hand in his and squeezed gently. “You don’t have to worry about anything, I
won’t push you if you’re not…”
“THAT’S NOT IT!” He said that louder than he had intended. “I… I love you,
Derek.” He watched the most serene smile you could ever imagine grace Derek’s
handsome face as he said it. “I just don’t want to disappoint you. If I can’t…”
It was both unnerving and satisfying to get it of his chest and out in the open
for judging.
“Listen!” Derek tightened his grip and locked their hands together in such a
way that you would question if they were ever going to be separated again. “You
could never disappoint me, never. I don’t want you to even think of that.”
“But don’t you want to…”
He didn’t finish his sentence as Derek parked the car in front of his house and
killed the engine. Derek turned to face him and smiled softly. “It’s not just
what I want. I want to be with you – but I want you to enjoy yourself. Just try
to relax, don’t worry about what might or might not happen. Just enjoy what
does, okay?”
Stiles nodded and lost himself in the warm tender kiss that Derek placed on his
lips as reassurance. They walked in silence to the house where he calmly
unlocked the front door, walked inside, and waited for Derek to follow. He
watched Derek standing outside, staring at the threshold as it was an invisible
wall that he couldn’t break through. “You coming?”
Derek lifted his gaze. “I want to. But are you sure you want me to come inside?
Your father did say you weren’t allowed to have – sleepovers. Right?”
He smiled and took Derek by the hand and pulled him inside. Everything seemed
so familiar, yet nothing was the same. Tonight he wasn’t drunk, but he still
enjoyed the safe feeling of having Derek walk behind him as he climbed the
stairs. Even though sex had crossed his mind last night, he hadn’t expected it
and had enjoyed the impulsiveness of it all. Tonight, he knew what was about to
happen, which kicked his adrenaline into overdrive as they entered his room and
closed the door behind them. He was just about to say something when Derek
overwhelmed him with an onslaught of wet kisses. He grabbed hold of his lover
and started ripping the clothes of him to Derek’s amusement. Stiles broke their
string of kisses to take of his own shirt. Midway he jumped when he felt a wet
tongue slide across his chest and settle on his left nipple. “Ah, Derek?!”
Unable to defend himself as he stood there awkwardly with his hands above his
head and the shirt still half on, he felt a surge of electricity run down his
spine and all the way to his crotch as Derek kissed and added mild pressure
with his teeth to such a sensitive area. Although enjoyable, Derek luckily
decided to help him with the shirt; he pulled it off him and threw it to the
side. Another passionate kiss fuelled the fire and made his dick harden to the
point where it fought to get out of the confined space inside his jeans. He
grinned confidently as Derek placed a hand on the small of his back and pressed
his crotch against his, grinding their erections against the inside of their
jeans and against each other. He could feel how hard Derek was through the
layers of fabric that separated them. The thought of what waited inside those
jeans drove him crazy with anticipation. Hot and yearning for more, he wanted
to dive right in and explore every inch of Derek’s bulge. He knelled down and
pressed his face against it while he looked up at a surprised but happy looking
Derek that smiled seductively down at him.
“What are you thinking?” Derek let his hands run through Stiles’ hair and
caressed his neck.
He didn’t answer the rather obvious question, but instead he unzipped Derek’s
pants for him and allowed the enlarged manhood to be on full display in front
of him as he pulled Derek’s jeans and boxers down beneath his knees. It looked
every bit as good as he remembered, better even. He gazed upon it and wetted
his lips in preparation for what his mind was screaming for him to do. Slowly,
he opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and pressed it ever so softly
against the tip of the head. Derek inhaled deeply as they connected. Wait a
second…He pulled back and bit the bottom of his lip while he watched the
enticing cock hanging right in front of him.
“Don’t stop now?!” Derek sounded slightly desperate; an amusing thought that he
was going to remember for later. “Please?”
“I didn’t mean to… but…” He looked up at the excited werewolf that waited as
patiently as he could for him to continue what had only been the very beginning
of a completely new experience together. “Should we be using protection?” He
was uncertain if there were any risks for any of them. Although he hadn’t been
with anyone else and trusted Derek to have stopped him if he was doing anything
that could have potentially harmed him, the question wouldn’t go away unless he
asked.
Derek lovingly caressed his cheek. “Well, I’m clean. Besides, I can’t get sick
like normal people can anyway. And you haven’t been with anyone else. So we
don’t have to… but if you are worried?”
“No!” He swallowed hard. “I think I’ll prefer it…. as is.” He licked his lips
and ogled Derek’s now rather large cock that was going to go in his mouth and
down his throat.
“Well the…” Derek thrusted his hips forward and urged him to do something,
anything. “Have at it.”
Uncertain of how to tackle it, he returned to letting his tongue connect with
the tip of Derek’s hot dick. He felt it jump as his tongue touched it and
started softly licking the tip. It tasted strange and exciting at the same
time. He could definitely get addicted to such a thing as he watched and sensed
how Derek fought to keep himself from shoving it down his throat and allowed
him to dictate the pace. He placed his right hand on Derek’s thigh and leaned
in to get more of that delicious cock in his mouth. He playfully pulled the
foreskin back and forth with his lips before he allowed the head to slide
inside and added pressure around it as it made its way.
Derek moaned and placed a hand on his head. He didn’t add pressure or push
inside, Stiles still remained in control of the situation and had begun to
enjoy himself.
He pulled back and allowed the head to rest on his lips as he held it there on
the edge of his mouth for a little while before he let it slide back inside. He
could feel how Derek’s cock hardened and grew with each move he made. Stiles
relished in the pleasure it brought him to know that something he did made
Derek feel that way. He used his newfound burst of confidence to take more of
Derek in the next couple of moves. In and out, little by little, he made his
way down the shaft and was soon able to suck on the first few inches
unhindered.
Derek started humming and pressed gently on the back of his head to make him
take just a little more than he had been able to so far, which made his whole
body feel like it had been set on fire. The taste and feel of Derek’s delicious
member spread throughout his mouth and increased his own libido. He frantically
freed his own throbbing cock and started stroking it as he continued to suck on
Derek’s now massive dick. It’s so fucking BIG!He could barely take half of it
in his mouth and began to gasp for air as he tried to increase his foothold of
it.
Derek roared and added more pressure than before and began moving his hips in
unison with Stiles’ motions. The surprise made his heartrate jump as he was now
being feed Derek’s erection instead of playing with it on his own terms. The
forcefulness of it all made his own dick harden more than he had ever felt
before. He could feel precum leak from his cock while his face was being
stuffed full of Derek’s impressive rod. He gasped for air and his eyes started
tearing slightly in response to his gag reflex being teased repeatedly.
He pulled back and inhaled deeply, causing his throat to close slightly as cold
air ran down it. “That’s…. wow.” He was at a loss for words; anything that he
said would be an understatement in comparison to how sucking Derek off made him
feel. He licked the salty-sweet erection on display from top to bottom and
placed soft kisses along the shaft as he moved. He kissed the underside of the
soft pink head, pressed his tongue against it, and watched Derek throw his head
back in pleasure and hum ever so softly. He continued to play with it for a
while and tried figuring out what made Derek moan by trying out anything he
could think of.
“You’re really good at this…” Derek flashed a smile and licked his lips in
response to his touch. “Makes me wonder if this is really the first time you’ve
done this.” It wasn’t a serious question but more playful banter. Derek knew
that he was his first – everything.
I’m good? He likes it – he really does.Proud and perhaps overconfident, Stiles
wrapped his lips firmly around the head of Derek’s huge cock and quickly
allowed it to slide around halfway down his throat in one single move. He could
feel how Derek shivered in pleasure with every inch he took. He tried making it
passed the halfway mark and take more than beforehand, but couldn’t push
further no matter how hard he tried. Frustrated that he wasn’t making any
progress he started pulling back in order to relax a little. However, as soon
as he tried removing his head, he felt Derek’s hand push and add pressure at
the back of his head. A mixture of apprehensiveness and lust overwhelmed him as
Derek forced his cock back down his throat and started moving passed his
previous breaking point. His eyes watered and his body started shaking
uncontrollably.
“Just a little more.” Derek’s voice was soft yet demanding. He could feel how
he pressed down harder than before and how slowly but surely, another inch or
so glided down his sore throat. After having held him in place for a short
while, Derek started gently moving his hips back and forth, softly fucking his
face.
Fuck!He frantically tapped Derek’s outer thigh with the palm of his hand to
signal that he needed air. Thankfully, Derek released his iron grip and let him
breathe. Stiles gasped for air and started coughing. The entire room was
spinning around as he tried processing the experience. God, T… That was so
hot!Even though his throat was sore and his heart pounded furiously against his
chest, his dick was rock solid and had started leaking pre-cum that dripped
down on his jeans. “Aren’t you being just a tad rough?”
Derek smirked. “You seem to like it.” He was no doubt referring to his raging
hard on. Derek stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. He removed
his socks before he helped Stiles back on his feet and pressed his lips hard
against his. Derek’s massive piece poked him in the stomach and made it
difficult to get close.
He laughed aloud. “You keep pushing me away.” Derek smiled at him and placed
his right hand firmly on his chest. With the gentlest of pushes, Derek made him
fall backwards onto his bed with a loud thump. The surprise fall made him
giggle like a crazy, his belly tickled while his body quickly adjusted to the
soft surface of his bed. “What are you…?” Derek hushed him and leaned towards
the bed; he effortlessly pulled Stiles’ pants off him and continued to strip
him completely naked. The werewolf then kneeled down on the bed and firmly
placed his palms on the inside of his thighs and pushed out to spread his legs
and leave him totally exposed. What is he doing… is he going to…His mind went
blank as Derek pressed his lips softly against the inside of his thigh, right
above his left knee. The kiss was light as a feather, but he increased the
pressure as he moved higher and higher. Oh, my…Stiles held his breath as Derek
reached the very inside and presumably last destination where he placed a
lingering kiss on his soft ticklish skin. He watched as Derek lifted his head
slightly and moved it over his dick that craved to be touched. He’s going to
suck me off? Damn I want him to do it so bad.Derek held his head in place and
allowed his hot breath to glide over his dick that jolted and moved with every
breath Derek took. To his surprise, Derek didn’t stay there and instead turned
his attention to his right leg and repeated the entire procedure. Each kiss on
his skin made him smile slightly as he started to get used to the playfulness
of Derek’s seductive skills. Finished with his second leg, Derek once again
ignored the part of him that he dreadfully wanted him to touch and moved higher
towards his abdomen. A kiss was placed right under his bellybutton and followed
by a second one slightly lower. Derek’s lips pulled lightly at the fine strains
of hair that trailed downwards and followed them until he finally ended up
where Stiles had hoped he would.
The first time Derek kissed his dick; a shockwave of pleasure ran through him
and caused him to thrust his hips upwards. The feeling of Derek’s hands running
gently up and down his thighs helped him relax slightly, if only for a little
while. He inhaled as Derek firmly grasped the base of his cock and started
slowly jerking him off. It felt nice, euphoric even. He closed his eyes and
settled into the feeling of someone else working his dick.
Fuck!Quickly and without warning, Derek pressed his tongue against the
underside of his cock and licked right from the base to the top and finished by
sucking gently on the head. Three more moves like that made him whimper
desperately. A new and equally wonderful feeling washed over him as Derek began
to suck on the head continuously.
Stiles frantically ran his hands through Derek’s hair and pulled at it ever so
often in an attempt to keep himself lying still so he could enjoy things as
much as possible. He moaned loudly as Derek took more of his dick into his
mouth and started guiding it down his throat. Wow! What a feeling – shit! Did
Derek feel like this when I? Ah…. Fuck! How did he stop himself from ramming it
down deeper when it feels this good?He couldn’t help himself, he obviously
didn’t have the self-control that Derek possessed. He desperately pressed
Derek’s head down and thrusted his hips in an attempt to pack his entire dick
down his lover’s throat. Ah… So good!His heart pumped furiously within his
chest as he found his rhythm and started fucking Derek’s throat while Derek
passionately tried to move in unison. Everything was a hot blur as he lost
himself in the moment and continued to force himself further and further down.
Derek stopped, pulled back and without hesitation moved in for a sloppy kiss
while they both furiously pumped their pent up erections.
“De-Derek!? Are you going to cum soon? I don’t think I can hold on much
longer.” He felt like he was about to explode any moment, but wanted to wait
for Derek if at all possible.
“That depends…” Derek flashed a devilish grin and licked his lips. “Can I cum
in your mouth?”
The question didn’t surprise him as much as he thought it would, it wasn’t like
he hadn’t thought about it himself at some point. He only responded by nodding
gently and leaned himself against the headboard. Derek positioned himself with
a knee on one side of him and placed his opposite foot firmly on the bed to
steady himself. The pre-cum leaking from Derek’s throbbing erection coated his
lips before it entered his mouth. He prayed with all his heart that it wouldn’t
take Derek long to get to the point he needed as he could feel his body give in
to his urge to cum. The speed of Derek’s thrusts increased and his breathing
intensified dramatically. Stiles jerked his own dick fast and hard while Derek
fucked his face with increased vigour. With his spare hand, he reached around
and grabbed Derek’s perfectly sculpted ass, which caused the werewolf to roar
and push he cock down his throat on last time. Derek steadied himself against
the wall with his hands while his pulsating dick poured an obscene amount of
jizz down his throat and left him with no other choice than to swallow it all.
I’m cumming!Stiles’ own climax made him erupt like a volcano of love that
spewed hot cum everywhere in its vicinity, covering Derek’s thigh and his own
stomach in a sticky mess.
The world stood still for a while before Derek slowly pulled his dick out of
his mouth and dripped the last remaining cum on his chest. “That was…”
Stiles gasped for air. “Fantastic!” He could barely keep his eyes open as he
laid there bathed in cum and ecstasy beyond his wildest dreams. He hadn’t even
comprehended it all, and he wasn’t sure that he was ever going to. Derek
lowered himself down and rested his slightly damp forehead against his. He went
in for a kiss without thinking about the fact that his mouth was still covered
in Derek’s jizz. It didn’t stop Derek as he softly licked his lips and kissed
him continuously.
A moment passed while they both regained their composure. Derek started moving
and began cleaning himself and Stiles, who hadn’t moved and inch.
He couldn’t help himself smiling like an idiot. The need to get up and rinse
his mouth of the residual cum finally become strong enough to force him into
motion. He sluggishly walked to the bathroom, leaned over the sink, and focused
his thoughts before he turned on the water and started rinsing his mouth out.
Derek followed him and was obviously comfortable enough around him by now, that
he thought it okay to pee in front of him. “What?” He raised an eyebrow at him
as he kept staring.
Stiles turned off the water and dried his face. “Nothing. I just didn’t know we
were at that stage in our relationship already.”
“Is it a problem?” Derek flushed and moved over to the sink.
“Nope, no problem.” It really didn’t bother him. In fact, it made him feel as
if he and Derek were already completely comfortable with each other. He walked
passed Derek, back out into the hallway, and continued to his room.
Derek soon followed and closed the door behind him. He looked at him with a
concerned look on his face. “I really don’t want to leave.”
Leave?“Why would you do that?” He couldn’t understand what Derek was trying to
say.
Derek walked over to him and wrapped his arms around him. Standing so close
together while being naked, without having a raging hard on, made him feel
intimate with Derek on a completely new level. Derek placed a soft kiss on his
forehead. “Your father? If he finds me in the house tomorrow. I’m actually not
sure that I’m going to survive it.”
Right, his father had forbidden him for having anyone over until he had decided
if Stiles had been grounded or not after all that had happened. Nevertheless,
he didn’t want Derek to leave. What were they going to do? He tilted his head
slightly to the right. “He didn’t discover you last time, right?”
Derek grinned and ushered him into bed. “Guess you have a point. But don’t
expect me to just come over and please you whenever you want, and then be gone
in the morning - anymore.” They both settled in with Derek wrapping his hands
around his waist. “I’m not that kind of guy.”
Stiles smiled to himself and nodded. He felt so incredibly lucky that he had
found someone as special as Derek. A guy that wanted to spend his mornings with
him. It didn’t take long for his body to relax and he could feel how his need
for sleep overpowered almost anything else. Sluggishly he used his last
strength to utter a few words. “I love you, Derek.”
“I love you, Stiles.” He could feel Derek place a kiss on his neck and fell
asleep with the feeling of complete satisfaction. Although not a perfect first
date, the night had ended just as he had wished. With Derek lying next to him.
***** Morning Glory *****
Honestly, nobody should be awake at such an hour. What? Huh… what’s going on?
Stiles could barely open his eyes, let alone comprehend what was going on
around him at the time. He tried sitting up in order to figure out what was
happening around him. Ah, fuck I’m tired…
“Stiles?” Finally, he understood that Derek had been trying to get his
attention.
“What you want? Go to sleep…” He buried his face in his pillow and tried to
ignore the world that tried forcing itself on him. Unfortunately, I didn’t seem
like the world was going to leave him alone anytime soon. Derek kept poking him
in the back, and not in the good way. “WHAT!?”
“Wow, someone is a bit grumpy.” Derek sounded almost offended that he had
raised his voice – a little.
Seriously, he was the one that had woken him up at what he could only assume
was the crack of dawn. What time was it anyway? “Derek… what time is it…
seriously, why did you wake me?”
“It’s 7:34 am.” Derek calmly stated it as if getting up that early was the most
natural thing in the entire universe. Frankly, the mornings were evil and had
to be beaten with sleep, lots of sleep.
What the hell?“Why are you waking me up so early on a Sunday? Shit!” He tried
to get a hold of the situation and figure out what would make Derek do such a
thing.
Derek placed a hand on his shoulder. “Your dad…”
FUCK!He opened his eyes and frantically jumped out of bed. “He can’t be back
already!? Tell me this isn’t happening!” He paced back and forth while his
pulse raised through the roof and threatened to give him a heart attack at a
way to early age. Hyperventilating… OMG! I’m actually hyperventilating.
“Stiles?” Derek called out to him and forced him to refocus for a second.
“Relax; your dad isn’t home yet.”
He stared at Derek who was lying comfortably in the warm bed, while he was
standing in the middle of his room, butt naked, freaking out because a stupid
Sourwolf had unnecessarily scared him senseless. “What the hell!? Don’t scare
me like that! I thought I was done for.”
Derek just smiled softly at him and held out his hand. “Come back to bed you
silly thing.”
Silly? I’m the one being silly, am I?He climbed back into bed, slid under the
covers, and settled in besides Derek. He’s the one that wakes me up for no
reason at all and scares the living shit out of me.“I hate you right now, just
so you know.”
Derek grinned and wrapped his arms around him. “No you don’t.” Derek pinned him
down and pressed himself against him, trapping him between the bed and a hard
place. “You love me, you can’t deny that.”
He couldn’t stay mad at Derek even if he wanted to. “Meh, I think you are
overrating yourself right now.”
“Really?” Derek loosened his grip and eventually let go of him entirely. “Guess
I should just go then, if I’m not wanted.” Before he could really comprehend it
all, Derek had already gotten out of bed.
“NO WAIT!?” How did this happen all of sudden?“Don’t go!”
Derek turned and faced him; he crossed his arms and sighed. “Then apologize.”
“What?” He can’t be serious… I didn’t mean it, of course…. Still…“Seriously?”
He questioned Derek’s sanity at that moment.
“Seriously.” Derek stood his ground and raised an eyebrow at him. “It hurt when
you said you hated me.”
Wow, didn’t realize that Derek was so sensitive.“But you made me think my dad
was home, I was totally losing it, you know.” He was sorry that he had hurt
Derek, truly, he didn’t mean to.
“I didn’t mean to freak you out. But it’s not my fault that you only reacted to
part of what I was saying. That was an accident. You saying that you hate me –
that’s not okay.”
Derek seemed more upset about it than he had realized initially. And true,
Derek hadn’t done anything wrong, unless you call trying to talk to him in the
middle of the morning, wrong. Perhaps he had overreacted slightly about the
whole thing. “I’m – I’m sorry, okay.” He looked up at Derek and tried to show
him he meant it by sending him the biggest puppy dog eyes he could manage. “I
didn’t mean it.”
Derek’s expression softened and he started to smile. “That’s better. But maybe
you should make it up to me, just to be on the safe side.”
Make it up to him?“What do you mean?” Although happy that Derek might stick
around longer, he wondered what he meant.
Derek pointed at his dick with a devilish smile on his face. “I mean this.”
He bit his lip and tried to conceal the fact that he was smiling. Damn, why do
I find this so hot?It was hopeless to try to resist, Derek merely had to smile
at him the right way to get him all hot and bothered. How would anyone in their
right mind say no to such a delicious treat? “Um, well…” His mouth went dry and
refused to listen when he tried to speak.
The fact that Derek stood next to his bed while he was lying down, meant that
his face and Derek’s tempting dick was almost in perfect alinement. However,
before his brain had a chance to register what had been said, let alone act on
it, Derek had found his way over to where his underwear was lying on the floor
among the rest of their scattered clothes.
“As tempting as a morning blow sounds, I actually think I should be going.” He
watched Derek pull his boxers on and hide his most enchanting feature. “Unless
you know for certain that your father isn’t going to be home anytime soon and
find me with my dick down his son’s throat.”
“I… he shouldn’t be home for a while.” He licked his lips and watched Derek
like a hawk. “You could stay a little longer.” The idea of Derek’s hard cock
for breakfast made him horny as fuck.
Derek leaned in for a kiss, but hadn’t stopped picking his things up from the
floor like he had wanted him to. “We can’t afford to get either of us into any
more trouble if we hope to make your father at least tolerate me.” Derek
started to get dressed. “Besides, I don’t want to do anything rushed with you.
So let’s just promise each other that the next time, neither of us have to
sneak out or be somewhere after. Agreed?”
“Agreed.” It would indeed be bad if his father came home before Derek had left.
Nevertheless, that didn’t get him what he desired. Still, he couldn’t help but
smile at the fact that Derek thought about what was best for him, and not just
what was best for his dick. “I still wish you wouldn’t leave. Even if it is
probably for the best.”
Derek grinned and leaned in for another kiss. “I promise I will make it up to
you next time.”
“Blowjob?” His dick twitched as his mind went wild with ideas of Derek sucking
him off.
“Sure…” Derek smiled and tilted his head to the side. “Whatever you want. As
long as you’re in my bed next time.”
His bed?“You’re inviting me over to your place. I…” The idea sounded heavenly
to him. They would be alone, with no one that could bother them or force them
apart. The only problem was the small matter of convincing his father that he
could spend the night at his boyfriend’s house – his older boyfriend.
“Are you going to let me out this time? Or do I have to go through the window
again?” Derek gestured towards the door. He was probably hoping to leave via
the front door for a change.
“Sure…” He sluggishly dragged himself out of bed. Now where did I leave
my?Stiles searched the floor with his eyes and looked for his boxer briefs so
he could let Derek out as a good boyfriend would. However, the underwear eluded
him.
“Looking for something?” Derek frivolously held up his red boxers and smiled.
“Thanx, I was just about to go mental if you hadn’t…” He reached out to grab
the briefs, but found that Derek slowly pulled them away as he approached.
“HEY! What’s the big idea?”
Derek stared intensely at him and licked his lips. “What can I say? I just
prefer you without.”
“Fine then, keep them. I don’t care.” Though flattered by Derek’s words, he
wasn’t in the mood for games.
“I wonder what the neighbours will say, you making out with a hot guy on the
porch. Butt naked.”
“Did you really just referrer to yourself as a hot guy?” Derek didn’t dignify
it with an answer. Stiles walked over to his dresser and pulled out a fresh
pair of boxers. “Luckily, I have plenty more to choose from.” He grabbed a pair
and pulled them on. Derek hadn’t stolen his shirt yet, so he quickly fished it
up and threw it on and headed for the door.
Derek obediently followed him and they soon found themselves standing before
the all too familiar front door. It was somewhat strange, standing there with
Derek, forced to say goodbye because his father might find out that he had once
again disobeyed him. Filled with second thoughts, he grabbed Derek by the arm.
“Maybe, you don’t have to go… like…”
“What about your father?” Derek smiled softly. “How are you going to explain
that despite him telling you that you weren’t allowed to have visitors, I slept
over?”
“Maybe if… last time he didn’t notice you when you jumped out the window. We
could just do that again, right?” Suddenly, he was all too aware of how
desperately he wanted Derek to stay. His life wasn’t the same without him,
literally.
“And my car?” Derek sighed. “Even if he doesn’t see me if I leave the same way
as last. He’s going to ask questions about the black Camaro parked outside,
which mysteriously disappeared minutes after he came home.”
Derek did have a point, unfortunately. However, he didn’t seem to need much
convincing that every idea Stiles had, would amount to nothing. Doesn’t he want
to stay? NO! Don’t think that… he likes… loves you.He tried to shake the
negative thoughts from his head and focused in on Derek’s gorgeous face. It was
easy to lose track of time and just stare at such a pleasing image, forgetting
his worries and everyday problems. Which was exactly why he wanted Derek to
stay for as long as possible. “Please stay… for me?”
Derek placed a tender kiss on his forehead. “I think I should leave, for your
sake. And ours… It’s not because I want to, trust me.”
“Right…” He nodded hesitantly and puckered his lips.
“Don’t be like that; we’ll see each other soon. After school or at least at the
weekend?” Derek carefully guided his lips onto his and pressed softly against
them. “You’re stuck with me.”
Stiles reluctantly loosened his grip and watched Derek walk out the door and
over to his car. The moment seemed to pass by too quickly as he soon found
himself standing alone in the doorway, trying to see if he could still spot
Derek’s car in the distance. Gone…
Slowly and slightly depressed, Stiles locked the door and started walking back
up the stairs to his room. Damn, even if he’s right… even if it’s probably the
safest…. I so wanted him to stay.
As he entered his room, his eyes lingered on the state of it all and wondered
if he was ever going to tidy up in there. Never mind, he was too tired to do
anything about it at the moment and stripped himself off his clothes before he
casually jumped back into bed.
Aaaah, everything smells of Derek.
He rolled around and tried to wrap himself in the scent so he wouldn’t feel
completely alone. It felt nice and comforting that Derek’s scent remained with
him even if they were apart. “You’ll keep me company, won’t you Wolf?” Stiles
reached for the stuffed toy wolf that had also spent the night in bed with him
– and Derek. Already I’m having threesomes. Give a guy a bone and he’ll go to
town.The idea lingered in his head for a second before he dismissed it, no way
was he going to share Derek with anybody. And he wanted to belong to Derek
only. Anyway, Wolf didn’t count as he wasn’t alive – or a person. He was just
the cutest, most perfect gift you could imagine - which smelled like Derek.
Stiles inhaled deeply as he thought about everything he loved about his
werewolf. His smile – nice muscles – he’s so sweet and nice to me – and that
body.He felt how his dick twitched and started to grow. Fuck! And that
incredibly… I so want him to fuck me with that huge dick!
The events of last remained fresh in his mind and quickly overwhelmed him.
Stiles playfully touched his dick and smiled. He felt how it grew while he
thought of Derek’s hands on his body, lying next to him as he had done not too
long ago. He bit his lips, wrapped his right hand firmly around his cock, and
started jerking it softly. Honestly, Derek needed to fuck him sooner than
later. Stiles knew that he was the one who had been afraid and too unprepared
to handle all of Derek, but he wanted them to connect on a deeper level than
they already had.
Perhaps he should talk to Danny about – sex. He might have some useful advice
since he knew a lot more than he did, about all things gay – and sex in
general. Stiles chuckled. The perks of having a gay friend…
His phone lit up. A text?Stiles stretched his body in order to see the screen.
From Derek!?
[Hi… hope you’re not too disappointed that I left.]
About the only thing capable of making him let go of his throbbing erection was
his need to answer Derek as soon as possible to make sure that he didn’t lose
one single second of their relationship.
[Um, no… a little. I wouldn’t mind having you next to me right now. But I guess
you’re probably right about not risking my father getting home and finding out
that I have disobeyed him, yet again. So… I’ll live.]
Stiles sighed heavily and poked at his slightly deflated hard on. Another text?
[Glad you understand. Guess I should just get off your porch then?]
Porch?A split second was all it took for him to jump out of bed and start
running out of his room. Oh, pants, Stilinski!He almost tripped over trying to
pull on his boxers as fast as he possibly could. Derek is back, why?His mind
was a complete mess as he stumbled down the stairs and tried to catch his
breath. He ripped the door open. “Derek?”
His werewolf was standing there, smiling softly and stared at him with those
piercingly blue eyes. Derek appeared calm as ever, but smirked slightly at him
as he stood there in the doorway wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. “Happy
to see me?”
“I…” He suddenly realized that although not completely hard, he still sported
at healthy bulge. “Why are you…? I mean. You’re back?”
Derek raised an eyebrow at him and smiled. “Can’t a guy change his mind and
decided that he wanted to risk everything to spend some more time with his
adorable and sexy boyfriend?”
Adorable? Sexy?“What about your car?”
“I parked it pretty far away.” Derek took a step closer to him. “So your father
wouldn’t see it when he came back. And then I ran back here – to you.”
Stiles decided then and there to stop worrying so much, for a change. He wished
that Derek hadn’t left, and now he was back and there were no need to question
it any further. He had gotten what he had wanted and should just enjoy it. He
passionately wrapped his arms around Derek and kissed him hard. Derek
pleasingly responded by grunting and grabbed his ass with his firm hands. Fuck!
I want him so badly.Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist and felt how
his lover carried his weight as if it was nothing at all. He barely sensed it
as Derek carried him inside and closed the door behind them. Stiles hung on
tight to Derek’s solid body and continued kissing him; he felt how Derek’s
tongue spread his lips apart and proceeded to explore every inch of his mouth.
“Upstairs?” Derek broke the flow of kisses long enough to inquire about their
destination.
“Ye… yes!” Stiles panted heavily and inhaled deeply before he once again locked
lips with Derek. As Derek carried him effortlessly upstairs, he contemplated
allowing his lover to take him right there instead of having to wait a second
longer. The idea was awfully tempting to him, but all Derek’s efforts to mask
his presence would have been for nothing if his father came home to find them
both on the staircase.
Derek placed him softly on his bed and proceeded to undress. Stiles could never
get tired of watching him strip; he bit his lips and savoured the moment while
his right hand started grinding itself against his bulge.
“Someone’s eager.” Derek smiled at him and pulled off his boxer briefs, letting
the last piece of clothing he had fall to the ground and revealed himself in
all his glory.
His brain barely functioned now that he helplessly stared at Derek’s naked
body. He pulled at his boxers but was quickly stopped by Derek who had a
devilish smile on his face. “Wha..?”
Derek hushed him and proceeded to lower his head down to his crotch. The
feeling of Derek pressing his face against his crotch filled him with lust and
made him so hard that it was almost too much to bare. Skilfully, Derek pulled
off his underwear with his teeth without a single misstep. So HOT!He watched
his boxers fall to the floor and held his breath as Derek lowered himself
between his legs like a predator descending on its prey. Stiles was afraid that
he was going to explode right from the get go and moaned with great pleasure as
Derek’s tongue glided softly against his throbbing cock, already leaking from
sheer anticipation. It was every bit as amazing as last time, to feel Derek’s
lips wrap around the head of his dick and slowly slide down the shaft. Even so,
it seemed that he might actually be able to control himself a little better
this time and just enjoy it as Derek played with his dick. Derek looked up at
him while he worked; his intense stare alongside the feeling of his mouth
around Stiles’ dick was pure bliss.
“Ah, damn! I could seriously get used to this.” Dry mouthed and out of breath,
he tried smiling at Derek.
“I see.” Derek aligned their erections and laid his massive piece on top of
Stiles’. The weight of it pressed down on his dick and reminded him of just how
much bigger Derek was. “Care to repay the favour?” Derek smiled seductively at
him while he jerked them both off.
He nodded and got on his knees. “How… where do you want me?”
“That’s fine. Just lie on your arms and suck on my dick.” Derek’s assertive
tone made him even hotter than before. Stiles did as he had been told and
lowered himself down to Derek’s manhood. The slightly weird angle meant that he
had to bend his back and push out his ass in order to get a good position.
“That’s good.” Derek didn’t waste time, he pressed the tip of his cock against
Stiles’ lips and pushed it inside his mouth. “Ah… just like that.” Derek
started breathing deeply and slowly moved his hips back and forth. Whether it
was the fact that he wasn’t as nervous as last time, or if he’d actually gotten
better, Stiles found it relatively easy to take a few good inches down his
throat and started sucking passionately on Derek’s slick pole. Derek’s hands
ran up and down his back and caressed his skin while he took even more of his
hot erection. He could feel how Derek pressed himself slightly deeper and
moaned loudly as he obediently took everything he had been offered. “Fuck!
You’re so good, Stiles.” Derek’s right hand slid down his spine and reached the
top of his crack. “Your ass looks so good.”
Derek’s words of praise made his confidence raise. He had longed for his
werewolf to slide inside him with that delicious dick and fill him up. Now was
a good a chance as any. He pulled his head back and looked up at Derek. “Would
you mind…? I think we should try again… I mean…”
Derek grinned from ear to ear. “You want me to fuck you?” He nodded softly, but
Derek clearly wanted him to say it. “Tell me you want it.”
“I…” He swallowed hard and puckered his lips. “I want you to fuck me, please.”
Derek’s eyes glowed for a second before he jumped of the bed. “Lie on your
back.” Derek went over to the side table and opened the drawer where he stored
his lube and vibrator. A few glances passed between them before Derek grabbed
both the lube and the vibrator, he then returned to the bed and positioned
himself between Stiles’ legs.
He raised an eyebrow at Derek. “What are you doing?” What was going through
Derek’s mind? What was his plan with the vibrator? A million thoughts flew
through his mind as he watched the werewolf smile seductively at him as he
handed him the vibrator.
“Let’s try and make you more comfortable this time. Before I fuck your brains
out.” Derek lubed up a finger and proceeded to rub it against his hole. The
cold lube made his muscles tighten, but he soon relaxed and started to enjoy
the feeling of Derek’s finger pressing against his entrance. “Play with
yourself.” Derek relaxed himself and firmly wrapped a hand around his own
erection.
“What?” He didn’t know what to say. Did Derek want him to use the vibrator
while he watched? He couldn’t do that, it would be way too embarrassing to do
such a thing in front of someone else. “I can’t…. I mean, you’re looking at
me.” He felt his face go burning red.
“I want you to relax. Enjoy yourself.” Derek smiled reassuringly. “I really
want to fuck you, Stiles. I just want you to be comfortable – or, as
comfortable as possible. Even if it’s just a little, the vibrator should help
make things go smoother.”
Derek was so caring that he didn’t know what to say. Even though he wanted
nothing more than to plunge his dick inside him, Derek didn’t want to hurt him
and felt that it was worth the wait and effort, no matter how many times they
had to try before they made it work. Stiles exhaled and tried relaxing himself
as much he could. “I need more lube.” He held the vibrator out and watched
Derek pour some lube on it and grease it up nicely for him. With the residual
lube in his hand, Derek started slowly working his own dick in preparation for
when he was ready for it. Stiles could get used to this, watching the man he
loved jerking of while he waited for the moment he was able to slide inside
him. He pressed the tip of the vibrator against his lubed up hole and took a
deep breath. The tip easily slid inside him and made his body go all tingly
with excitement. Stiles hadn’t turned on the vibrator yet and used it as a
small dildo to begin with, slowly stretching his rim. The sound it made when he
turned the power on sent a wave of electricity though his body that caused him
to shiver uncontrollably. Derek made a low humming noise, which seemed to
indicate that the site of his lover pleasuring himself was a major turn on.
Stiles slowly started fucking himself with the vibrator, letting out soft moans
as the toy pressed inside him. It didn’t take too long for him to get
completely used to the toy and started imagining what it was going to be like
getting fucked by Derek. “I’m ready.” His words made Derek puff his chest and
position himself between his legs. The vibrator was turned off and moved to the
side and Derek pressed the tip of his cock against his hole and held it there.
“Ready?” Derek lovingly caressed the inside of his thighs while he waited for
his reply.
This was it, as ready as he’d ever be. “Yea.”
Derek started adding more pressure and slowly pushed inside him. His pulse
skyrocketed as the head slowly entered and filled him more than the vibrator
had. Both his and Derek’s breathing had become deep and primal now that Derek
had slid the top of his dick inside him. A moment passed where Derek just held
his dick in place, allowing Stiles to relax slightly before he started moving
again.
The first inch slid inside him with relative ease and caused Derek to moan.
“Oh, fuck! You’re seriously tight.”
He couldn’t help smiling and giggled slightly at Derek’s comment. They were
both sweating heavily as Derek pushed further inside him. “AH! Wai… wait!” The
feeling of Derek stretching him was all consuming and so intense that his whole
body burned with passion.
Derek stopped his movements and held his position. “Are you okay?”
“Yea…” Stiles exhaled. “Just give me sec…” It was such a strange feeling,
having Derek inside him. Even though he was actually beginning to enjoy
himself, the notion of Derek actually moving, made his hands sweaty and his
body tremble. He hesitantly asked. “How am I doing?” Not entirely sure that he
wanted to know the answer.
Derek smiled at him. “You’re doing really well.”
He frowned at the vague answer. “Don’t be like that, tell me.” He breathed
deeply and tried to relax more.
Derek rested his hands on his chest. “I’d say about a third.”
“A third left?” He was obviously doing better than he had thought.
“No. It’s about a third of the way inside. But that’s not bad.” Derek’s
attempts at comfort wasn’t really making him feel any better.
Stiles closed his eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry, Derek. That I’m not…”
Derek hushed him and smiled softly. “Don’t say that, you’re great. Just try and
relax and let me handle things for a while.” Derek slowly began to pull out.
The sensation made him feel like he was burning up inside, but it was a short-
lived pain that was quickly followed by a refreshing wave of pleasure in its
stead. Slowly but surely, Derek started moving back and forth, fucking him
softly with the first couple of inches.
Stiles was a hot mess that moaned each time Derek pushed back inside him. “Ah,
Fuck! So big… fuck.”
“You feel so fucking nice around my dick. I love sliding inside you.” Derek’s
vigour increased slightly.
Stiles could feel how he pushed further inside and started moving faster. “Ah!”
It wasn’t just painful anymore, pleasure had begun to find its way to him as he
had started getting used to Derek fucking him, even if he still couldn’t take
it all. “Damn! That actually feels nice.” He started to get hard from the
feeling of Derek’s dick inside him.
His words had spurred Derek on. Confidently, Derek wrapped his hand around
Stiles’ dick and started jerking him off.
“OH… my… oh… OH!” Everything was so incredible and intense that he couldn’t
focus. His brain could barely comprehend the feeling of being jerked off and
fucked at the same time, let alone form a coherent sentence. Stiles’ body
trembled, every fibre of his being tightened and his cock pulsated violently.
“Ah… Derek! I can’t… I’m going to cum!”
Derek picked up his speed. “Just a little more.”
Stiles couldn’t hold back anymore and blew his load all over himself,
plastering his chest. “Fuck!” He came so hard that his eyesight had become
blurry and he huffed uncontrollably in an attempt to catch his breath.
Satisfied and emptied of energy, Stiles collapsed on his bed. Derek continued
to fuck him, but any pleasure he had gotten out of it beforehand, was gone now
that every muscle in his body screamed with exhaustion. He tried enduring it in
an attempt to please Derek for as long as possible, but it became blatantly
clear that the moment had passed.
Derek pulled out as delicately as he could, forcing Stiles to gasp as sharp
pain ran through his body. Their sweaty and slightly salty lips connected and
engulfed each other in an attempt to swallow as much of the other person as
they could. When they came up for air, Derek smiled softly at him and pressed a
tender kiss on his forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned.” Derek got up and grabbed
some paper towel to dry him of with before he left his room.
Stiles heard the water being turned on in the bathroom. Wow, that was great…. I
knew I would love getting fucked…. Even if I couldn’t take it all.He smiled to
himself. Derek is so perfect. He cares for me, protects me. And he does
everything to please me…. And he doesn’t care if he gets anything in return.
What does he get? What did he get? He didn’t… wait, I was the only one that…
Derek returned and smiled at him as he entered the room. “Are you, alright?” He
then closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed, tilting his head
slightly to the right and raised an eyebrow.
“Yea, fine…. Overwhelmed. But good.” He really did feel amazing, even if his
body was sore from his first experience with anal sex. “It’s just…” Stiles
didn’t know how to say it, he held his tongue and watched Derek get into bed
and slide next to him.
“What?” Derek looked suspicious. Well, who wouldn’t be when he kept stopping
mid-sentence?
“Do you want me to suck you off?” The way the words exploded out of his mouth
surprised even himself and caused his face to go all kinds of red. Derek
laughed uncontrollably. It was the first time he had really seen Derek laugh.
Although he always seemed pretty happy whenever they were together, Derek
didn’t really laugh or display his emotions in the same way that he did. “I’m
serious. STOP laughing at me! I mean it’s the least I can do after… you didn’t…
you know…”
The laughter died down and Derek returned to his usual self, in control and way
too serious about everything. “I didn’t what?”
He swallowed hard. “I don’t think I want to get up anytime soon…. But I really
liked what just happened, and… I mean, I guess you could see that… quite
literally.” Stiles took a deep breath and tried to relax a little. “You didn’t
cum.”
“Oh?” It seemed like he had actually gotten the better of Derek for a moment.
“You don’t have to worry about that. Don’t think for a second that I didn’t
enjoy it just because I didn’t. We’re not there yet… where I can just…. I don’t
want to hurt you.”
“I know that.” He leaned closer to Derek and placed his hand on top of his. “So
because I couldn’t hold out, I want to make it up to you. Isn’t that… that
shouldn’t be a bad thing, right? I don’t want you to be dis – disappointed in
me, you know.”
“You’re such an idiot.” Derek sighed loudly.
“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Sure, he wasn’t a genius, but calling him an
idiot, that was uncalled for.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” Derek pulled him close and pressed
their bodies together and rested Stiles’ head against his chest. “I’m not here
to just... FUCK you. I’m not interested in a booty call or a one night stand. I
want to be with you…” Derek’s words resonated inside him, making him feel all
fuzzy and warm. “…So, let’s just take the time we need. I’m not in any hurry.”
“Right…” Although he understood every word. Although he knew where Derek was
coming from, he still couldn’t figure out why someone so perfect and hot as
Derek, would be satisfied with an inexperienced weirdo like himself. “…but, why
are being so nice about it?”
“What would you have me do?” Derek tilted his head and smirked. “Was I supposed
to kick your door down, rip your close of and push you against the staircase…”
Derek’s voice became deep and velvet like. “… and just claim you? Force you to
take every inch and don’t care about your feelings? Fuck you raw while you
screamed for mercy?”
“Wow, easy there!” The scenario ran though his overactive imagination and made
his heart jump in his chest. “I guess that wouldn’t have worked… in real life.”
Fantasy, now that was a whole other game. However, Derek was right as always.
He should really just learn to be thankful about that instead of questioning it
all the time. “I’m glad you’re you… the way you are. Just so we are clear, you
know?”
Derek smiled and sighed. “You’re such a mess. Just like me. I think that’s why
I love you so much. Because we’re the same.”
The same?“Yea, right. If we’re the same, why are you so much more… relaxed?
Than me?” Derek was much better at the whole relationship thing than he was,
and obviously, he was more mature since he was older.
“Relaxed?” Derek stared off into the distance for a moment, it seemed like his
mind had gone somewhere else entirely. Luckily, he looked at him again and
smiled. “It’s because of you, that I’m relaxed. I wasn’t always you know… I
actually didn’t think I’d find anyone like you. But there you were…” Derek
chuckled. “… almost getting yourself killed and completely helpless.”
“Yea, thank God I don’t think things through and end up in dangerous
situations.” Still, he couldn’t see what it was that Derek saw in him. “But
like, why me? You could have any guy… or girl. But you picked me?”
Derek nuzzled him. “You don’t get how amazing you are, do you? No one else
compares to you, Stiles.”
His heart was beating faster than he’d ever thought possible, Derek’s words
made him melt on the spot and left him defenceless against him. “I just don’t
see it… specifically, why me?”
“Specifically?” Derek raised an eyebrow. “Well, you smell nice.”
“Wha?” He rolled his eyes and nudged Derek with his shoulder. “How do you like
someone because of their smell?”
“Don’t you like my smell?” Derek waited for a reply, but he didn’t really know
what to say, sure he thought that Derek, all sweaty and hot, smelled nice. But
it wasn’t like he wouldn’t love Derek if he smelled differently, right?
“There’s also your smile… the way your eyes sparkle when you look at me. Your
nose twitches like a little bunny when you worry, I find that incredibly sexy.”
Derek’s eyes looked hungry and lingered on him. “And did I mention your ass? So
perfect that I’ve had trouble controlling myself.”
Wow… he thinks all that… about me?“I don’t know what to say… like… I’m totally
happy that you think so.”
Derek’s sapphire blue eyes glowed slightly. “I wish you could see yourself, the
way I see you.”
Stiles’ heart jumped. “Heh, well I… If it’s anything like the way I see you.
I’m a lucky boy indeed.” They shared a deep and long-lasting kiss that made
Stiles feel happier and more at ease than he had ever felt before. Lying next
to Derek was pure bliss; nothing could describe it in full. Derek obviously
thought that he was special, and that made him feel special, as if he was worth
something. Derek was such a great boyfriend, he always knew exactly what to do
or say. “You’re really good at all this stuff, you know. Relationships.”
Derek looked slightly upset and averted his gaze. “Thank you. I’m glad that you
think so.”
“What?” Had he said something funny, wrong? Maybe he had offended Derek
somehow, even if he had no idea how. “I meant it… like… I think you are a great
boyfriend. HECK! You’re the best boyfriend I could ever wish for… I wouldn’t
even be able to imagine a boyfriend as perfect as you… you’re the absolute
bes…” Derek’s gentle smile allowed him to regain his focus and relax slightly.
“I love you, Derek. Truly.” Stiles reached out his hand and caressed Derek’s
cheek. It wasn’t something obvious that made him do it, Derek didn’t cry and
hadn’t tried to pull away from him, yet, somehow he felt that Derek was
saddened greatly by something, a memory or experience that weighed heavily on
his heart. “Don’t be sad… I’m here for you, Derek?”
“It’s just that…” Derek forced a smile to his face. “You think I’m a great
boyfriend… that I’m a good person.” It was downright excruciating to see Derek
like that, unable to do anything than just be there for him. “I’m not that
person… the person you think I am.” Derek turned and faced him, gazing directly
into his eyes. “I’m the worst person you could end up with… I’ll end up brining
you nothing but pain.”
“That can’t be… I don’t believe that. Why would you even say such a thing!?”
Derek could never hurt him; Stiles had seen the length that Derek would go to
in order to protect someone he cared about, and that person, the guy he loved,
would rather die than hurt someone he loved. “Derek, I…” Stiles’ heart sank;
Derek’s eyes were wet and filed with sorrow, he stared at the single tear that
lingered on his cheek, which made his gut turn in anguish.
“I’m sorry…” Derek wiped the tear from his face. “I don’t want you to see me
this way.”
“Please don’t hide yourself from me.” Stiles couldn’t stand to see Derek sad.
But more than that, he couldn’t stand the idea of Derek being sad and having to
hide it from him because he didn’t want to be a burden. “You just cry… scream…
hell, feel free to trash my room if you think it’ll help – I don’t think anyone
would notice.” They both smiled, Stiles silliness had rightfully helped lift
the mood a little. “Just don’t hide from me, okay? You’re not alone anymore…
you’re not alone. I’ll love you no matter what, promise.”
The intensity of the moment was almost unbearable. However, all Stiles’ fears
and worries melted away as Derek passionately kissed him and held him firmly in
his grasp. “I promise I’ll remember… from now on, I’m not alone.” He lost
himself in Derek’s embrace and left all ideas of control behind, he just
enjoyed the feeling of being this close to the man he loved, feeling his
heartbeat and allowing his lover to be who he truly was, no exceptions.
A minute, an hour? Stiles was unsure of how long they laid there in silence
before Derek’s expression hardened slightly. “I’ve been in love before…” Derek
seemed to struggle with each word, having to convince himself to say it aloud
before his mouth followed his command.
“You don’t have to force yourself, I’m here when – if, you’re ready to share.”
He smiled at his werewolf and rested his hands on his chest.
“I want to share… no more hiding, right?” Derek smiled, genuinely this time.
“When I say I’ve been in love before… It wasn’t like what I feel for you. I’ve
never felt for anyone what I feel for you, Stiles. But…” Derek cleared his
voice. “I’ve loved before… twice.”
Twice? Two people have held his heart in their hands… I’m almost afraid to hear
what happened.
Derek continued explaining. “The first… Paige. I was so madly in love with her;
it seems crazy when I think about it. My first love. A teenage romance that was
destined to end badly right from the start.”
“What happened?” Stiles was curious about the girl that Derek had loved when he
was younger.
Derek sighed. “It’s a long story. Back then, when I was in high school, about
your age actually. There were many other werewolves around Beacon Hills. Not
just my family. Not all of them were friendly. I was in love, but unsure of
myself and I eventually made a terrible decision to turn Paige, so she would be
like me – and never want to leave.”
“Turn her!? Make her a werewolf? Is that even… possible?” Stiles’ mind raced
with endless possibilities, a future where he could be with Derek as his equal,
where he could truly be his perfect match.
“It was too risky… I should have realized it as soon as Peter… as soon as the
worst idea I’ve ever had ruined her life…”
Peter?He didn’t ask about it further, he didn’t want to upset Derek any more
than he already was.
“…The Alpha of another pack were willing to turn her, so he could get another
addition to his pack. And I stupidly agreed to it, thinking that I was… doing
the right thing.” Derek voice had become coarse and sounded almost painful. “It
didn’t take, somehow, she didn’t turn.”
That must have been a traumatic experience, guess he had no hope of getting her
to forgive him after having gone through such a thing.“So she didn’t become a
werewolf – and you didn’t get together.”
A second tear escaped Derek’s eyes. “She died… I K… I killed her.”
“What?” He couldn’t believe what he had just heard, Derek had killed her, the
girl he was in love with, because she didn’t become a werewolf. “Why… how
could… I mean… Derek?” The news had shocked him at his core; he needed to hear
the explanation for why Derek would do such a thing. Stiles knew in his heart
that there had to be a good reason; he just needed Derek to say it.
“I…” Derek swallowed hard and covered his face in his hands before he took a
deep breath. “If you are bitten by a werewolf, you either turn, or you die. If
you reject the bite, you’re doomed to a slow painful death. I couldn’t bear to
watch her suffer, she begged me to end it. So I… I killed her.”
“You killed her?” He did it out of compassion, right? Granted he had made a
mistake, a huge mistake. He killed her out of mercy, because he couldn’t watch
her die slowly since she didn’t turn.“Do you wish you hadn’t… do you want to
take it all back, if you could?”
“Of course, I didn’t want her to die. I wanted her to… be like me.” Derek
stared at his hand and seemed lost.
Stiles inhaled and focused his thoughts as best he could. “You thought she
would become a werewolf. You didn’t mean for it to end like that… and you did
the right thing in the end. You loved her… it just wasn’t meant to be.”
Derek stared at him, wide-eyed and at a loss for words.
He took Derek by the hand and smiled reassuringly, attempting to show that he
wasn’t going to leave him now that he had told him. “You didn’t mean to hurt
her – and you’d never do anything to hurt me, I know that.”
“I took an innocent girls life. How can you even stand to be in the same room
with me?” Derek seemed relieved more than anything else, but he still
questioned Stiles’ sanity.
“I still love you, Derek. No matter what. I’m not going to punish you for
something that you clearly regret happened. You’re a good person, Derek. You
have just been through a lot. The world hasn’t always been kind to you – I can
relate to that. In your heart, you’re good. I know you are.”
A smile finally grazed Derek’s face for a moment and a great sigh of relief
filled the air. “You’re saying that you can look into my eyes, the eyes of a
murderer, and tell me you love me?”
Without hesitation, Stiles smiled softly and gazed into Derek’s deep blue eyes.
“I love you.” He kissed Derek as he tried to comprehend everything he had been
told so far.
“One last thing you should know about that incident.” Derek’s expression
hardened once again. “I can never forget what I did, I don’t want to forget…
but… my eyes remind me of it every time I look in the mirror. I can never
escape it.”
“You’re eyes?” He looked at Derek’s beautiful blue eyes once again and wondered
what he meant by that.
A brilliant flash of light illuminated Derek’s eyes for a split second before
he lowered his head. “If a werewolf takes an innocent life, they lose a little
bit of their soul. You can see it in their eyes. They become cold and blue,
unlike the warm yellow eyes werewolves naturally have.”
He tried imagining Derek with yellow eyes. “I like them, the blue eyes. They
are still beautiful, like the rest you.” His words had unwittingly resonated
within Derek, who looked confused and surprised by what he had said.
“That’s… My mother said the same thing to me.”
“Your mom?”
Derek nodded. “Different, but still beautiful like the rest of you”
He grinned and wondered for a second what it would have been like to meet
Derek’s mother. “She sounds like a great mother. Clever, you should listen to
what she said.”
“She would have loved you, I’m sure.” Derek pulled him close and settled
himself beside him. “Let’s just lie here for a moment, okay? I want to just be
here, with you.” Stiles nodded and closed his eyes and made himself
comfortable.
Time had a strange habit of slipping through his fingers whenever he was with
Derek, and soon the dreaded moment he had been fretting had arrived. His father
had returned from work and once again forced them apart since they couldn’t
risk him finding out and forbid Stiles from seeing Derek ever again.
Fortunately, Derek had snuck out as they had planned without leaving a single
trace of him ever being there, except the feeling of a last kiss that lingered
on his lips. What a way to start the day, so many ups and downs in a
continuously miss mash of emotions that he had difficulties figuring it all
out. Undoubtedly, it only mattered that he felt a sense of happiness when he
thought about Derek overall, though still unclear about some things, he didn’t
question the fact that being with Derek made him happy.
Seemingly, keeping Derek’s visits a secret from his father had become second
nature to him. His father had shown no signs of having figured them out and
acted mostly as he always did around him. Obviously, his father had sent him
weird, disapproving looks doing the day, but Stiles was confident that it had
to do with last night’s events and not his father having seen through his act.
Usually, Sunday was where he made up lost time on the homework he had evaded
since the beginning of the week, or alternatively, he would play video games
instead and procrastinate indefinitely. I wonder how Isaac and Danny are doing?
Hope I didn’t get them in too much trouble.He had texted both his friends and
apologized for dragging them down with him. Danny had been quick to respond
that he shouldn’t worry about such things. Everything had gotten out of hand
because of Kevin, and he wasn’t to blame for his stupidity.
Funny enough, Danny had talked about anger issues and picking fights, which
seemed to have been directed at a relatively new person in Stiles’ life. His
friend just wanted to make sure that Derek was the right person for him and
wouldn’t cause any problems for him. He treasured the fact that he had actual
friends that actually cared enough about him to ask such questions. What more
could you want?
As the day passed and Isaac hadn’t texted him back, he had begun to worry and
called on Danny in an attempt to figure out what was going on. Danny had
quickly explained that earlier that day, Isaac’s father had apparently
confiscated his phone because he had been talking way too long with Danny
despite being grounded. It pained him that he couldn’t get in touch with Isaac
and apologize, his friend was grounded because of him, and there was nothing he
could do about it.
He took a deep breath and calmed his mind as best he could. All right, settle
down… you’ll just apologize tomorrow, at school. Isaac will forgive you and all
will be right with the world once more… I hope.
***** What any boy dreams of. *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello guys/gals and everyone reading my story. First off, thank you
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     second to hear me out, because I’m wondering if I can ask you a
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     very beginning of the story, which is a great place to start reading)
     I don’t have my stuff proofread by anyone, or checked out before I
     post it. I just write, reflect, find the few mistakes I can spot and
     hit post.
     Here is my problem. Call it fear, doubt or whatever. But I can only
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     Thanx so much for reading this, and whether you only have a little to
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     Derles…
I’m late – I’m LATE! I’m here, oh dear, I should be there.Stiles stormed down
the hallway with such tenacity that he almost slipped as he turned a corner.
The teacher will have my head, oh dear. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late.
Why did morning classes have to be so early? He had barely managed to grab a
bread roll when he left home in a desperate attempt to make it to class in time
even though he had overslept quite a bit. The bell rang for the final time; the
hallway was already void of all except his squeaky footsteps.
“Right, settle down now.” His English teacher Mrs Henderson lowered her glasses
and gave him a stern look as he closed the door behind him way too loudly. “Mr
Stilinski, just in the nick of time. I’m impressed that you have managed to get
to class on time for once. Maybe next time you’ll actually be ready and sitting
down when the final bell tolls, no?”
“No – I mean, yes. YES! Ma’am?” The classroom filled with laughter and snotty
remarks. Even Isaac was laughing at him when he noticed him from across the
room. Stiles quickly moved passed the other students and sat himself down next
to his friend. Isaac greeted him with a soft smile before he turned his
attention towards the front of class. He smiled. He’s not mad at me – thank
god!Thankful that his friend had supposedly forgiven him, or maybe he hadn’t
even blamed him in the first place, Stiles smiled from ear to ear and fished
out him English book and tried to pay attention to whatever it was that Mrs
Henderson was saying. He tried talking to Isaac a couple of times during class,
but unfortunately, they hadn’t managed to get passed a word or two before they
had been cut off by an increasingly angry teacher.
Eventually, the bell rang and signalled their first break, and Stiles’ chance
to apologize appropriately to Isaac for what had happened at the fair. They
walked into the hallway alongside the countless other students and teachers who
scurried about in order to get to their next destination. It wasn’t easy making
a heartfelt apology in an overcrowded hallway when you also had a deadline to
uphold. Just as Isaac was about to enter the chemistry lab, Stiles halted him.
“Isaac, wait.” He looked around in order to determine if they were likely to be
interrupted. “Look, I’m really sorry about what happened… at the fair… with,
Derek.” His eyes tried to interpret the calm demeanour that Isaac portrayed and
wondered if all his worries had been for nothing. “I didn’t mean to drag you
down. Your father shouldn’t have grounded you for trying to help, and… I’ll
call him if you want? Or go talk to him, yea, I’ll go talk to him and explain
that I’m the one to blame and that you’re a good friend and should be un-
grounded immediately.” Isaac stared at him blankly, which made him slightly
nervous. “Please say something? Did I say I was sorry?” He held his breath and
waited anxiously for his friend’s reaction.
With an exceeding amount of seriousness in his voice, Isaac frowned and crossed
his arms at him. “You know, I’m offended that you’re even entertaining the idea
of me holding that against you. What kind of friend do you think I am?”
“I, um…” He didn’t know what to say. Isaac was clearly upset, but not regarding
what he had thought initially. “Sorry?”
“You better be!” Isaac nudged him hard on the shoulder. “I’m NEVER sorry for
helping my friends. No matter what happens to me, understand?”
“Well…” Sure, it made sense enough when Isaac said it, but shouldn’t he be at
least a little annoyed at him for getting him into trouble. “So, you aren’t mad
at me? Not even a little?”
“For making my weekend interesting?” Isaac laughed wholeheartedly. “Whenever I
get the chance to annoy Kevin and make his life a little harder, I can’t help
but jump in head first.” Isaac raised an eyebrow at him. “Even though it was
De... Derek? That knocked him around the most. I’m very happy that I got to be
a part of it.”
He smiled and felt much more at ease now that he knew that Isaac had actually
been thankful that he had been able to see Kevin get beat up for a change.
“However!” Isaac’s expression hardened and his voice became tense and strained.
“I’m seriously disappointed in you, Stiles. To think that you don’t know me any
better – hurtful.”
His heart dropped as the prospect of losing his friend became all too real.
Although a small part of him kept telling himself that Isaac was just messing
with him, he didn’t dare take any chances. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” He
begged harder than he had ever done before in his entire life, he prayed to any
and all gods that Isaac would find it in his heart to keep him as a friend.
“I’ll do anything… ANYTHING!?”
“Anything?” The smile on Isaac’s face was unsettling to say the least. “Funny
you should say that, because I already know how you’re going to make it up to
me.”
“You do? How… great.” His knees trembled in fear while he tried forcing a
smile. Knowing Isaac, whatever it was that he was going to make him do, it
wasn’t going to be easy.
Isaac’s laughter filled the hallway and attracted a few disapproving looks from
bystanders. “So, you know that I’ve always had your best interest at heart,
right? And, I think we are doing great with the whole, get Stiles some friends’
mission.” It was indeed true that because of Isaac, he now had what would
actually qualify as a social life. “However, all of the people you’re really
talked to so far are guys. It’s important that you have a balanced group of
friends, so I think you should start getting to know some girls.”
“Huh?” Baffled and completely unable to follow Isaac’s logic, he stared blankly
at his friend that enthusiastically explained his idea further.
“I’m saying this for your sake of course. You should find some girls to hang
out with, invite them to eat lunch with the rest of us. Invite us all over and
stuff.” Slowly, Isaac’s plan became clear to him. “But, dude. Even if you
aren’t going to look at them like that, pick good looking friends, you deserve
it.”
“Oh, so who should I try to become friends with then? Wise and wonderful Isaac,
please enlighten me.” His heavy amount of sarcasm didn’t affect Isaac the
slightest.
“Well, in my opinion. Cheerleaders.” Isaac practically drooled as he said it.
“But don’t be too limited in your choices. It’s not healthy to be closeminded.”
“And then when I’ve found a girl-friend, you’ll help her feel welcome in our
group?” To think for a second that he had actually thought that Isaac was being
serious for a change.
“Obviously, I’m very helpful like that.” Isaac’s smile widened and he puffed
his chest.
“You’re such a guy, seriously.” Stiles turned and began walking towards the
door to the chemistry lab.
“Yes, I am indeed a guy. I have a dick and all…” Isaac put his arm on his
shoulder. “Wanna see?”
“NO!?” He nearly jumped out of his skin. “We’re at school…. No, just NO! GOD!?”
Isaac smiled and casually walked into the lab while he followed him in toe.
Honestly, Isaac was always such a whack job. Nevertheless, Stiles couldn’t
imagine him any different, and he couldn’t imagine anyone else being as good a
friend. Not that he would ever tell Isaac that.
It was far easier to concentrate in class now that he didn’t need to worry
about his friends abandoning him, nevertheless, he never did pay much attention
anyway. He tapped the end of his pencil rapidly against the desk while he
stared out the window. How am I blessed with such great friends?He couldn’t
help smiling like a little child when thought about how wonderful his life had
become lately. I have the best friends you could ever wish for. I have a
boyfriend – who has invited me to stay over at his place. I just need to
convince my father to let me.He sighed quite loudly, which resulted in some
stern looks from some of his classmates. Of course, if I actually make it to
Derek’s house, and bed, we’re going to end up having sex. Sweet, sweet SEX!
Stiles shifted his weight around on the chair; his face became red and he
started sweating heavily. AWKWARD BONER ALERT!His eyes quickly scanned the room
and tried to establish if anyone had noticed. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like
anyone had paid him any attention. Calm down! Just ignore it and it will go
away. Breathe.
Situation under control, although his erection didn’t exactly disappear at
will, it still seemed as if he had willed it into submission and halted any
further growth. God! That could have ended badly. I’m seriously pathetic,
getting a boner from thinking about Derek.He took a few deep, cleansing breaths
to make sure he didn’t lose his nerve again. I hope I can last longer next
time.
Stiles looked up at the clock. Maybe Danny will be available for lunch. Then I
can ask him for his advice about… sex. How to prepare and stuff – so I can do
better.His focus had completely drifted away from the lesson as he wallowed in
his own thoughts. Danny would help him as best he could if he asked, right?
Could you even ask your friends about such things?
Hi, Danny. Say, you have been fucked by plenty of guys, right?
No, no, no. That makes him sound like a slut.
So, Danny, dude! You know when a guy slides his rock hard erection inside your
ass. How do you make it, like, not hurt?
Damnit, he was hopeless. Just ask him. Just tell it like it is, he’s your
friend. He’ll understand.
Unable to focus for the remaining time until lunch, Stiles tried to calm
himself as best he could. His stomach screamed at him in agony by the time he
had made it to the cafeteria, although it wasn’t really due to hunger, but in
fact nerves that had bundled up inside. People everywhere he looked, but he was
only interested in one person at the moment. He spotted Danny and Isaac across
the room and waved at them with enthusiasm. Apparently, neither of them saw him
since they didn’t wave back. With tray in hand, Stiles made his way through the
crowd as fast as he could in order to make it to where his friends were.
“HI!” Slightly confused and out of breath, he arrived at the table Isaac and
Danny had just settled down at. “So… how are you guys doing? Anything exciting
happened?”
Isaac and Danny looked at each other in silence before Isaac looked at him and
raised an eyebrow. “You mean, since this morning? Or literally from class until
now?”
Reflexes took over and he smiled and tried to pretend as if everything was all
right. “I’m just saying hello… like. Can’t a person say hi to his friends
without having to explain himself?”
“Okay then.” Isaac returned to his meal and left him standing there, uncertain
of what had just happened. Shortly after, Danny asked him if he was going to
sit down at some point.
If his friends didn’t already find him strange, he had just made sure that
there would be no further doubt about it in the future. He listened to Isaac
and Danny talk about lacrosse and other things going on in their lives. Isaac
was mostly interested in convincing Danny to have another party, even if it
hadn’t been more than a couple of days since the last. Suddenly, and without
warning, Danny looked directly at him. “Stiles, is everything alright?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing… It’s nothing really. Don’t worry about it.” Annoyingly, he
didn’t have the nerve to ask what he wanted after all.
“So, the fact that you’ve been playing with your food for the last 10 minutes
and obviously tried getting us to say something, means nothing?” Danny was
extremely observant at times. No way was he going to get away with just
pretending that he hadn’t been obsessing about something right from the moment
he had sat down with his friends. Furthermore, Danny was actually asking him
directly - asking for him, which certainly made things somewhat easier on him.
“Well… actually.” Stiles took a deep breath in order to gather himself and
summon as much courage as he could. “I do have a question… I was hoping that
maybe you could give me some advice, Danny.”
Slightly surprised, Danny looked at Isaac for a split second before he raised
an eyebrow. “You’re asking for my advice? I’ll be more than happy to help if I
can.” Danny smiled warmly at him.
“Hold on a second!” Isaac leaned in over the table with a destressed look on
his face. “Let me just say that Danny’s advice is seriously good, but, why
aren’t you asking me? Suddenly you’ve replaced me with a gayer model?”
Gayer model? What the…“No, I. What do you mean by that exactly?” The fact that
Isaac was a little jealous that he had only asked Danny for advice was
hilarious and heart-warming at the same time. “I don’t really think you can
help me in this case, sorry.”
Isaac relaxed a little and sighed loudly. “If you say so. Even if I’m not gay,
I’m still your friend you know.”
Danny shook his head at Isaac. “He knows that, alright? It’s probably about
something that he feels you don’t want to think about, or you wouldn’t know
about it, so he logically asked someone he felt might have more insider
knowledge to whatever problem he has.”
Isaac grinned. “Calm down, you seem on edge. Haven’t someone been getting
enough iron lately?”
Watching Danny and Isaac argue, made him think of an old married couple. “Danny
is right, actually.” He smiled softly at his friends and tried rearranging the
words in his head in order to make sense of it all. “So, like… the problem I
have is. Well, it’s not really a problem as such, or, it’s a small problem –
when I say small, I don’t mean SMALL. Like… The thing is… without going into
specific details. I have nothing to be ashamed of in the trouser department.
But I’m not a porn star or anything… you know.” He looked at his friends in
search of a sign that they were following his logic. Hesitantly, he continued
explaining his dilemma. “Now, Derek…” Can’t believe I’m saying this.“He’s like
twice my size.” There! I’ve said it.
Isaac’s jaw dropped, he remained in a haze while Danny tried easing the
tension. “Right, I think I know why you’re worried.”
“How big did you say?” Isaac was lost in his own thoughts as he kept frowning
and muttering under his breath. “Twice? So double the normal size… so he’s…”
“I think you’ve broke him.” Danny waved his hand in front of Isaac.
Isaac narrowed his eyes. “I’m… fine. Like how big?” Stiles sent him a stern
look in hopes that Isaac would stop asking the same question repeatedly.
Apparently it worked. “I think I’m… I’m going to go now.” Isaac got up from his
seat and picked up his tray. “You know I have no problem with you guys being
gay, right?” The look on Isaac’s face made him bite his lip so he wouldn’t
burst into laughter, so confused. “You were indeed right, Danny. This
conversation is for gay guys only.” Isaac turned around and walked towards the
exit.
Stiles felt bad for him; maybe he had been too forward with his questioning.
“You sure you’re going to be alright?”
Isaac stopped and looked back at them. “I think I’ll just go stare at some
boobs.” And with that slightly unsettling thought, Isaac left Danny and him at
the table. Able to discuss his predicament with at least somewhat less
embarrassment.
He faced Danny once more. “So? Ha-ha. Got any advice for me?”
Danny remained silent for longer than he had cared for. However, he eventually
exhaled and smiled softly at him from across the table. “It’s hard to give any
real advice. Still, let me say this. I’m very fortunate with Ethan, in the same
sense that you are with Derek. And that’s good, because that’s totally okay
with me, I’m very happy.”
He nodded hesitantly. “Right, but how does that help me exactly?”
Danny rubbed his temples as he continued. “The point that I’m trying to make,
is that I’m also happy that I’ve been with another guy before Ethan. Because
that meant I could learn how to walk before I tried running. You understand?”
“Running… oh, right. That sounds like it might have been helpful. But I can’t
really do that. I don’t want to do that.” The thought of being with anyone
other than Derek made him want to cut out his own heart.
Danny gesticulated with his hands to emphasize the meaning of his words. “I
know. And that’s the problem. You’ve just started learning how to walk – you’re
still learning. But you’re trying to run a marathon right from the start.
That’s going to hurt like hell.”
“A marathon, huh.” So there was no way to make it easier? Nothing he could do
to get himself ready. Suddenly he had lost all that had remained of his
appetite.
“It’s not all bad; there are plenty of things you can do to make it easier.”
Danny smiled at him reassuringly. “First off, when having anal-sex…”
The fact that Danny actually said it aloud made his face go red as he tried to
figure out if someone had overheard them.
“Relax, nobody is listening. And if they are, they might actually learn a thing
or two.” Ever confident and unashamed of himself, Danny continued their
conversation. “The most basic rule regarding sex, stay safe, alright? Either
make sure that you are both clean, or wear a condom – or make sure he wears on.
Yes, we’ve already been told this when Coach Finstock tried teaching us about
sexual intercourse. But let’s face it, nothing really made sense after he tried
explaining condoms by putting one on a banana.”
He laughed thinking about the whole scenario; the lack of appropriate sexual
education at the school was mindboggling to say the least. In addition, it was
a lot easier to take the advice serious when you were talking to someone around
your own age. “Stay clean, use condom if unsure, check.”
“Perfect. Now, a personal question that might be a little bit out of your
comfort zone.” Danny looked worryingly serious as he said it.
He trusted that his friend had his best interests at heart in whatever he was
going to ask or say, he should try to be as open and honest as he possibly
could about the whole thing. It was the least he could do now that Danny had
been kind enough to offer to teach him about sex. “I’ll try and answer as best
I can.”
“I’m assuming that you’re not exactly a virgin, you’ve seen Derek naked –
otherwise you wouldn’t really have been talking about size before. And if
you’re worried about his size, it would make sense that it’s because you’re a
bottom.” Once again, Danny had quickly figured things out.
“Yes, that’s exactly why I’m… apprehensive about sex. We’ve tried anal, I just
can’t take it all. I want to, it’s just…”
“Too big?” Danny had beat him to it. He just nodded and sighed at his
helplessness. “Okay then, first things first. As a bottom, you really want to
make sure you’re as clean as possible before sex, the more you’ve prepared, the
more you can just enjoy it. Regarding dealing with the size of things, there
are many things that can help you get more comfortable. You can use toys to
help you get used to the feeling and open you up slightly. There are sprays
that can relax your muscles and make it easier when you are having sex. But
frankly, the best thing is time and lube, lots and lots of lube.”
“Lube, right. Is there like a technique I can use to get better at dealing
with… not the pain exactly. Something that will make me last longer, maybe.”
That had been his biggest problem last time, the fact that he could not handle
all of Derek, and that he had been unable to hold out for very long.
Danny looked concerned about what he had said. “Stiles, I’m going to ask you
something now. Something that I think I need to ask because I’m your friend,
and as your friend, I’m worried about something and what to help you out.”
“Right…” Worried, what’s he worried about? What did I say?
“All these questions about sex and stuff, that’s great, and I’m with you on the
whole wanting to experience things and getting the most out of it. But… Is
Derek pressuring you? Has he said something that makes you think that you
aren’t good enough?”
“Oh… no, he hasn’t said anything like that. Actually, it’s probably the
opposite.” Stiles lowered his gaze, he felt embarrassed about retelling some of
the things Derek had said. “He says he doesn’t want to push me – he wanted to
wait until I was ready. He wants what is best for me all the time… and I, I
feel so…” The word was stuck in his mouth; it wouldn’t come out even if he had
already proclaimed it in his mind.    
“Unworthy?” The way the word rolled of Danny’s tongue and cut through him was
downright painful. Painful because it was exactly the word he had in mind, and
painful because Danny was able to see through him so easily. “Am I right?”
He looked up at Danny and nodded nervously. “Yea, I… I know that Derek is way
too good for me, but…” His body was shaking, his heart pounded furiously and
his head had begun spinning at the thought of Derek actually thinking it. “I
want to be better. I want to be the best I can be – for him.”
“I see. It’s just as I thought then.” Danny’s compassionate smile made him feel
slightly more at ease. At least he hadn’t laughed at him or told him to forget
about ever being good enough for a guy like Derek. Not that he had expected him
to. “Stiles?” Danny looked him in the eye and took a deep breath. “Please don’t
be offended by what I’m about to say, but, from what you’ve said about Derek,
the way you’re talking about him. It sounds like he’s a terrific guy. Sweet,
protective – maybe a little territorial, but that’s not so bad.”
Huh?“Why would I be offended by that? Derek is great… I don’t understand.” He
was at a complete loss; Danny clearly had some kind of point, he just couldn’t
see it at the moment.
“I think you have some self-esteem issues, Stiles. Derek is supportive and
willing to wait for you. However, you’re scared that he’ll eventually get bored
or change his mind about you, if you don’t live up to the image you have in
your head about how someone worthy of Derek is supposed to be.” Amazing… just
amazing, Danny had said everything that he’d been thinking about, things he
hadn’t dared talk about in fear of it coming true.
He couldn’t stay strong in a situation like that. Not when your soul had been
exposed in all its little quirks and flaws. Stiles wasn’t mad at Danny, far
from it. He was actually grateful somehow, that his friend was the kind of
person that said the words for you when you found them too hard to handle
yourself. A few tears glided down his cheeks, leaving a trail of coldness that
almost burned his skin. Danny looked pained by his reaction; he knew he hadn’t
said any of it to hurt him.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, truly. I just think that you need to realize that
you don’t have to be perfect. Isaac talks about you constantly, he really cares
about you. I care about you. And Derek obviously loves you for who you are. I
just wish… you could do the same thing.”
They all cared about him, worried for him. He wasn’t useless or unwanted – he
kind of knew that already, but hearing Danny say it like that made it hit home
in a whole other way than flirting with the idea himself. Furthermore, Danny
was right about Derek loving him for who he was, already having stated that he
was special in his eyes. Why was it so hard to see it? Why couldn’t he look in
the mirror and see the person that everyone loved? Why could he only see the
fragile boy who had been hated and shunned his entire life? He didn’t want to
be that boy anymore. He wanted to be the person his friends and Derek thought
he could be. Perhaps that was where all the pressure came from. However, it was
pretty clear that it was himself most of all, who had built up an extravagant
ideal of who he needed to be in order to please everyone.
What about himself? What did Stiles think about Stiles? Lately he had begun
liking himself quite a bit. Still, that had been due to the fact that things
were going great for once in his life, and that was in turn down to his friends
and Derek.
Would he had been able to be happy without them at all? Where would he be if he
had been on his own? Dead, literally. If Derek hadn’t saved him, he would have
been eaten alive by savage wolves. Derek saved his life, and then he saved him
from drowning in misery. Having Derek in his life had made him stronger. Strong
enough that he had interfered when Kevin had cornered Isaac all that time ago
and decided to help because he couldn’t stand anyone else feeling as weak and
worthless as he had. In turn, Isaac had introduced him to Danny and helped get
him out of his shell. He had made him more social and brought out a side in him
that he had thought was destroyed long ago. And now Danny’s words had stirred
something in him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Was there nothing good in his life that he himself was responsible for? No!
There had to be something he had done on his own that had improved his life, if
only a little. If he was going to have a chance of seeing himself as his
friends did, he needed there to be something inside him that showed him that he
had influence on his own. Think – for once in your life, THINK!Derek saved him
from the wolves, that’s what started it all. Obviously, he had been the one who
had brought himself in that situation, but that hardly counted as a good thing,
definitely not smart.
Wait a second! Derek did indeed save him, but that hadn’t triggered the rest.
Stiles had. If he hadn’t gone back into the woods, despite it being reckless of
him, he would never had started his relationship with Derek. If he hadn’t gone
back, Derek wouldn’t have thought more about him and probably forgotten about
him in time.
That was it. That was the moment his life had started to turn for the better,
and surprisingly, it was all due to that gut feeling he’d had to go back. Who
cared why he had actually done it, fate, curiosity, stupidity. He, Stiles
Stilinski had actually been the catalyst this whole time. Such a revelation was
almost too much to handle.
“Stiles?” Danny softly stared at him from across the table. “I’m sorry. But
were going to be late if we don’t go.”
He looked around and noticed that the cafeteria was all but empty. Unaware, he
had been sitting there, lost in his thoughts and forgotten about school and
everything else for a moment. “Right… right. I was just spacing out a little.”
Danny frowned. “Wanting to be better for someone else is noble and a worthy
effort, Stiles. Just don’t forget that you have to do things because you want
to yourself – for you.” Danny’s expression softened and he smiled reassuringly
at him. “Derek will love you even more if you are happier, and then he will be
happier, which makes you happier. It’s all a nice circle that keeps going. And
don’t worry too much about the whole sex aspect of it all. As long as you keep
in mind what I’ve said and take whatever amount of time that you need – or
don’t need. Things will fall into place on their own.”
“Right, thanks Danny.” Although it was a rough ride, Stiles had been left with
a slightly uplifting sensation. Everything that Danny said had made sense on
some level, and he had even been able to find some small part of himself where
he had been in charge thanks to it all. He just needed to hold on to that
feeling. The feeling of living life according to his own will.
They both hurried to class and escaped with a minor warning. It didn’t seem
like Danny minded though. The rest of the school day seemed to go smoothly, not
that he was able to focus more now than earlier. Stiles sluggishly dragged his
feet down the hallway on route to his locker in order to offload some of his
books before he headed home for the day. A strange electricity lingered in the
air, which made him feel on edge. In the distance, he heard chanting and
shouting and quickly decides to increase his speed to investigate further and
satisfy his curiosity. A small crowd has gathered in one of the many hallways
of the school. A fight seemed to have broken out in the middle of the hall
where everyone had gathered. He pushed through the crowd to get a closer look
at what was going on.
To his surprise, Aidan and Ethan were in the middle of beating the crap out of
Daniel and Ed. The two bullies stood no chance against the twins and was being
thrown around like a couple of ragdolls. Shocked and appalled he instinctively
ran towards Ethan and stepped in front of him with no disregard for his own
safety. “What the hell are you guys doing?”
“Stiles?” For a split second, Ethan’s eyes flashed with anger before his
expression softened as he stared at him in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Here? I go to school here remember. Or do you mean it more literally, as in
why am I stopping you from ripping two defenceless guys apart.” They both
looked over at Aidan who clearly didn’t need any help dealing with Daniel or
Ed. To be honest, it looked more like he was toying with them more than
anything else. He wasn’t even concentrating as he knocked them around.
“They might be defenceless. But they aren’t innocent.” He was surprised by how
calm Ethan was. He just stared at him in silence and seemed to have lost all
desire of fighting. “Have you bought a new perfume or something? You smell
different.”
“Sorry?” Unnerved and confused by his behaviour, Stiles ignored the question
and tried returning to the problem at hand. “What’s the deal? Aren’t you going
to stop your brother?”
Ethan sighed quite loudly and rubbed the back of his head. “You already know
the answer to that. Look – I’m not blaming you or anything. But those two…”
Ethan clenched his fist. “Nobody threatens my boyfriend.”
Such a statement resonated with him. Most likely, Derek had felt the same way
when they had been confronted at the fair, and in all honesty, he himself would
probably react the same way if ever someone were stupid enough to threaten
Derek.
Still, even if he understood where Ethan was coming from, beating up Daniel and
Ed wouldn’t solve anything. He gestured towards Aidan while his gaze remained
fixated on Ethan. “If you don’t stop him, I will.” Stiles knew very well that
he didn’t stand a chance against Aidan if pitched against each other. However,
he hadn’t intended for his words to be hostile and believed that Ethan realized
that.
“Aidan, enough. Let them go before we get into serious trouble.”
Aidan halted at his brother’s behest. The two scared and bruised teenagers fled
for their lives now that they had been given the opportunity. “And tell that
pathetic excuse for a human being you call friend, that we can’t wait to have a
little chat with him.” Aidan laughed and basked in the afterglow of his victory
before he turned and walked over to his brother. “Why did we stop? I was just
starting to…” Aidan stopped abruptly in his tracks and sniffed harshly. “Bro!
What’s that smell?” Aidan gazed at Stiles as if he had only just realized that
he was present. His expression was a mixture of surprise and borderline
disgust. “Dude…” Aidan leaned towards his brother and whispered something into
his ear. Although he couldn’t make it out, it was exceedingly clear that he was
whispering something about him.
Ethan sighed and rolled his eyes at his brother. “I can’t really answer that
with him standing here, can I?” Aidan looked slightly embarrassed but flashed a
plastic smile. “So, Stiles. How are you?”
Stiles rubbed his temples and tried to focus. “I’m fine, super really. Enjoying
the show.”
Aidan grinned. “I know right. Those two are so pathetic. It’s too bad that
Kevin isn’t around.”
“He was being sarcastic. I swear, sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one of us
that has a brain.” Ethan’s complaints didn’t seem to affect his brother the
slightest. Aidan merely smiled while he grabbed his crotch. “It was either that
or a monster cock. But I’m not disappointed.”
Listening to their interesting brotherly-banter didn’t help make things any
clearer. Stiles was still trying to wrap his mind around it all. “So – with all
due respect. You thought that because Kevin and those guys were a bunch of
dicks and harassed us at the fair – Danny included. That it would be a good
idea to beat them up. How would that make anything better?”
“They’d think twice before they ever went near Danny again – or any of you as
well.” Ethan looked dead serious; he could see that he wasn’t messing around in
the slightest. He seriously believed that they had done the right thing. Aidan
wrapped his arm around his brother. “And if they didn’t learn it the first
time. Well, let’s just say that you can’t hurt anyone if all your fingers are
broken.”
Talk about territorial. And here he thought that Derek was the only one. Those
two were at least as frightening and reckless as he was if anyone hurt the
people they cared about. “Aren’t you guys being just a tad overprotective?”
Ethan and Aidan both grinned as they started walking towards the main exit of
the school. Ethan sounded slightly amused as he spoke. “You’ll know all about
that, wouldn’t you? Danny told us about that new guy of yours…” Aidan smoothly
finished his brother’s sentence. “We can’t wait to meet him.”
Standing more or less alone in the hallway, his mind started overcomplicating
everything by excessively going over every word of the conversation he had just
had. What the hell just happened? Those two are more messed up than I realized.
Still, something about the whole thing rather reminded me of Derek. The whole
territorial behavior – and what was up with all that talk about my smell? Man,
if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear those two were…
HOLY SHIT!
***** What happened to awkward silence? *****
Lying flat on his bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling, Stiles inhaled deeply
and held his breath for as long as possible, before he exhaled and tried
forcing all the negative energy in him to leave alongside his breath. Time
seemed to be both moving by faster and slower than he had anticipated, all
mixed into a perplexing blur of thoughts and emotions. Half the week had
already went by, leaving no truly lasting impression on him. There was one
question that seemed to linger in his mind; and wouldn’t give up any ground
unless answered. He looked around in search of his phone. He reached over and
grabbed it, holding it firmly in his hand he stared at the blank screen for a
while before his finger gently glided across the smooth glass surface and
caused the phone to light up. Even if it were more than likely that his
imagination was merely playing tricks on him, he wouldn’t be able to rest until
he had found some form of clarity. Obviously, the only one who would be able to
help in such a situation was Derek.
[So, I have a question. I’ve been wondering about werewolves for some time now.
And I think it’s about time that you explained something to me.]
He waited anxiously for Derek to reply, he read his text over and over again,
furiously trying to figure out if he had made the right choice by choosing to
be straightforward for a change. His heart stopped for the smallest second
before he opened the text that had shattered his all too neurotic train of
thought.
[Are you fishing for an anatomy lesson? Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be
over to show you everything you want.]
Seriously?!Somehow, he couldn’t help himself from smirking. [Enticing as that
sounds, that’s not what I meant. We can keep that in mind for later if that’s
alright with you.] It had taken all his self-control to keep himself on track
and not be distracted by the thought of Derek strutting his stuff.
[So, what’s up?] Clear and to the point. Actually, that was just what Stiles
needed, as he wasn’t sure if he could say no to Derek’s shenanigans a second
time.
[I’ve been thinking about werewolves. More specifically, how to see if somebody
is a werewolf. Is there – tests? Do you guys have a forum online – or like a
dating site for werewolves only.] Smooth, Stilinski, real smooth!
[A Dating site… for wolves?] Obviously, Derek would think that he was making
fun of him or something.
Abort! ABORT![Yea, I was just trying to be funny. Just ignore my ranting.]
[You’re cute when you rant.]
Derek’s stupid compliment made his face go bright red. Stiles tried calming
himself slightly and miraculously managed to regain his focus. [Thanx. So like,
how can I tell?]
[You can’t tell.]
I really didn’t expect that. There’s always some way in the movies.[No way? No
way at all? That seems pretty inconvenient.]
A new text quickly flashed on screen and enticed him further. [When I say you,
that’s exactly what I mean. You as a human have no real way of making certain
unless they shift right before your eyes. However, werewolves have a kind of
sixth sense about such things – we can normally smell it on each other. Humans
and werewolves don’t smell the same.]
Again with the smells. It only made him think that his feeling about the twins
was actually even more accurate than he had previously thought. [So like, can
another werewolf smell that we’ve been together. I mean, would they be able to
smell you on me?] Stiles took a big sniff and tried to make out Derek’s scent
on his skin. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find it as it had probably been washed
away by sweat and water after having showered. He felt a little disheartened by
it as he enjoyed the smell of Derek.
[Why do you ask? Did something happen?] Seems like Derek had seen through his
casual questioning.
Guess I wasn’t really being subtle about it…[Actually. You remember Danny,
right? Well, I have this crazy idea in my head that his boyfriend, and his
boyfriend’s brother, are werewolves. I’m not absolutely sure why, but, I just
have this feeling. Things they did, the way they acted – it reminded me of you,
somehow. So I just made the assumption. I know I’m being silly, the idea just
kind of stuck in my head you know.]
After a pause that felt almost alarmingly long. Derek’s reply finally appeared.
[It makes sense.]
Come again?[It does? Care to explain it to me then, because I thought for sure
you were going to tell me that I was overreacting. Is there something you’re
not telling me?] Did Derek already know about them? No, that wouldn’t make
sense, if he did, he wouldn’t have said it like that.
[No, of course not. I can’t be sure since I’ve never met Danny’s boyfriend or
his brother, not that I know of at least. But at the fairground when Danny and
Isaac introduced themselves, I did pick up on a slightly suspicious scent.]
[You did? Holy shit, I was right! They’re freaking werewolves – wait, but that
was Danny and Isaac you smelled. This is getting confusing.]
[It was the smell I got from Danny. I’m certain that neither Isaac or Danny are
wolves, but I did pick up on the scent of another wolf. So it actually makes
perfect sense if Danny’s boyfriend turns out to be that wolf.]
Freaking Marry and Joseph, I was actually right. Or, most likely I’m right
about them being werewolves. Fuck! This is major news. Wait does Danny know?A
far more important question jumped into his mind and pushed all others aside.
Are the twins dangerous? If they were indeed werewolves, should he be worried?
Thinking of Derek, he couldn’t imagine that werewolves were dangerous.
Territorial when threaten, but not evil by nature. Nonetheless, it probably
wasn’t a good idea to judge an entire race based on the behaviour of one
individual. [Everything is going to be ok, isn’t it? Them smelling you on me
isn’t going to cause any trouble?]
[I don’t think so. As far as I know, there aren’t any packs in Beacon Hills. If
they are on their own, it shouldn’t be a problem.]
Relieved that Derek didn’t think there wouldn’t be any serious danger, hundreds
of new questions flooded his mind. Werewolf packs… Why isn’t Derek in a pack? I
know he’s hurt after all that happened with his family, understandable… But why
haven’t he found a new pack? Maybe werewolves don’t change packs?[Do you think
they are on their own – like you?] As soon as he had hit sent, he hit himself
in the face and regretted having added the last part of his text.
Nothing seemed to indicate that Derek had taken it the wrong way. [Whatever
their intentions, as long as they don’t cause trouble for me or the people I
love. I don’t really care if there are more of them. Besides, I have far more
important things to worry about. Like what I should make for dinner when you
visit me this weekend.]
Surely, he had dodged a bullet as Derek had moved the conversation along and
started talking about more pleasant things. Well, it would have been a better
topic if it wasn’t for the fact that Stiles still hadn’t asked his father if he
could spend the night at Derek’s house. He hadn’t been avoiding it. He just
hadn’t found the perfect moment to bring it up in casual conversation. [Right,
can’t wait.]
[You did ask your father, didn’t you?]
BUSTED![I’m sure he’s going to say yes. And if he doesn’t, it won’t stop me.]
Although it would be far better for him to get permission, part of him actually
didn’t care all that much. He was going to be spending the night at Derek’s
place, case closed. So telling his father was really nothing more than a
formality.
[You do realize that because you’re a minor, if your father forbids us from
seeing each other, and we get caught, I’m the one who’s going to be in serious
trouble.]
Fuck, Derek had once again hit the nail on the head. Stiles had desperately
tried to ignore the fact, as he didn’t wished to entertain the idea that his
father would say no. [I know. And I appreciate that you love me enough to risk
it. But don’t worry, I would find a way to save you if anything happened.]
[My hero – So you’ll ask him tonight?]
Reading Derek’s text made him sigh aloud before he replied. [Yes master. I’ll
get right on it.]
[Good boy.]
Stiles stared at the slightly patronising text, although he knew that Derek was
just messing with him, he could be so pushy at times. But in all honesty, he
had to admit that he loved it when Derek was in charge. Okay then, might as
well get this over with.Easier said than done. His father had been home for
over an hour, yet he still hadn’t told him about his plans for the weekend,
even though now was as good a time as it would ever be. Stilinski, Man up! Grow
a pair and go tell your father that you’ll be spending the weekend at your
boyfriends house.
Stiles leaped out of bed and took a deep breath before he walked out of his
room. The first couple of steps were easy enough, he felt confident as he
descended the stairs and made his way into the living room. Regrettably,
hesitation and doubt started taking a hold of him as soon as he saw his father
standing in the kitchen. Each move he made, every step he took from then on
made him increasingly nervous and had reduced him to a frail shell of himself
by the time he had made it into the kitchen.
His father looked up at him and flashed a quick smile. “Hi, there. Already done
with your homework?”
Stiles were meant to be studying in his room before dinner, but with everything
that had been going on; there was no way that he was going to make any real
work done. “Yea, well – not completely done, no.” He rubbed his hands together
and realized how clammy they had become. “I just wanted to see if I could help
you with dinner.” His heart was pounding hard against his chest while he waited
for a response.
His father appeared rather surprised by the offer. In truth, Stiles never
complained when asked to do something, but he almost never offered himself. “I
have everything under control.” The small pause that followed didn’t exactly
help either of them relax. But fortunately, his father eventually just looked
at him with a gentle smile on his face. “You can set the table if you want.”
Stiles exhaled roughly, feeling some of the weight being lifted from his
shoulders. “Sure.” With no further words passed between them, they each began
working towards a common goal. He easily found the things he needed and started
setting the table. Some plates, cutlery and napkins. Simple things for a simple
everyday meal. Upon completing his task, Stiles returned to the kitchen where
his father was in the middle of finishing everything. “What do you want to
drink?” He opened the fridge in search of something to quench his thirst.
"I've got it covered." His father took a sip of the vine he had standing by the
stovetop.
Stiles looked back and forth between his father and the glass of vine before he
closed the fridge behind him and opened a soda he had grabbed for himself.
"Tough week?"
"Nothing I can't handle." HIs dad started moving things around. "Grab the
utensils there." He then signalled for Stiles to follow him into the living
room and placed everything on the table. With dinner served, they both made
themselves comfortable. "Hope you're in the mood for pasta." His father plated
some food for him and handed it over.
He nodded and smiled. "As long as it's food, I'm happy..." The notion that his
words could have been taken the wrong way, made him look up at his father. "...
not that I don't appreciate the effort you've put into it. I do."
His father laughed at him and smiled. "I know my culinary skills aren't that
impressive. But at least I've been blessed with a son that will eat almost
anything."
His father wasn't wrong, Stiles appetite was practically unbeatable. Even if he
definitely had types of food that he preferred, there weren't really anything
that he wouldn't try at least once. For the longest time, all they would eat
where take out and easy to make pizza and the likes, because his father didn’t
really have to time or energy to make a healthy home cooked meal with his work
schedule. Honestly, his father didn’t really have it any easier now, but after
the doctor had told him that his cholesterol levels were too high, he had made
a real effort to make healthy and positive changes for them both. His father
had been surprised to find out that out of the two of them, Stiles was by far
the least picky. In context, a meat sauce with high vegetable content were
nothing to fuss about. Stiles actually enjoyed the added flavour of carrots and
celeriac. After he had taken the first couple of bits, he started wondering how
he was going to tell his father about his plans.
"What's wrong? Have I actually managed to make something inedible for a
change?" His father looked slightly perplexed.
"No! It's great... I..." I just don't know how to say what I'm about to say.
His dad sent him a worried look from across the table. "Is everything alright?"
"Yea, everything’s fine... it's just..." He raised his gaze and met his
fathers. "There's actually something I want to talk to you about."
His father sighed and forced a smile. "Can I guess... is it about Derek?"
"Well, it's to do with Derek, yes." He took a deep breath and tried summoning
the courage he needed. However, before he had gathered his thoughts, his father
had beaten him to the punch.
"I have to admit that I'm not crazy about the idea of you two spending so much
time together. I don't think he's the one for you - you could do better, son."
There wasn't any malice in his father's voice, nothing to indicate that he was
angry or upset. He had just stated that he thought that Derek wasn't right for
him. Nevertheless, it wasn’t exactly the best start to a conversation that was
going to revolve around him staying over at Derek’s place.
Stiles shifted his weight around. What did his father mean by the right one?
Derek was perfect for him. "You don't even know him. How can you say that he's
not good for me? Derek is the best thing that has ever happened to me!" He
watched his father's expression harden in response to him having raised his
voice slightly. He knew very well that there hadn’t been a need for him to
shout, he just couldn't stand it when anyone though badly about Derek.
"What I do know isn't good. And I'm sorry, but I can't help feeling that you'd
be better off with someone your own age." Why did the age difference mean so
much? It couldn't possibly be the only thing bothering his father.
"My own age? Are you sure you don't want me to stop seeing Derek because you
think he's a bad influence? It has nothing to do with age, does it? If I had
told you I was seeing a girl, you wouldn't have a problem, would you?"
His father slammed his right hand down on the table. "That's uncalled for!" He
watched how his father calmed himself and fought the urge to keep yelling. "I
don't have a problem with the fact that you like guys... I haven't done
anything to deserve you saying that I would be happier if you weren't gay."
Surprised by his father's outburst, Stiles bit his lip and thought about what
it was he was saying. "I... sorry..." He realized that his father really didn't
deserve such accusations now that he had been called out on it. He swallowed
hard and tried to clear his throat. "You just... you've had it out for Derek
from the start."
"Is that so hard to understand. You’re only seventeen, Stiles. I just don’t
want you to get hurt or pressured into doing something that you didn’t want
to.” His father’s concern was touching, but hardly necessary.
“Derek haven’t pressured me into anything – It was my choice to…” He managed to
stop himself before he made an even bigger mess of things. But the look on his
father’s face made him think that the damage had already been done.
“You told me that nothing had happened between you?” His father sounded angry
but remained seated.
“I’m a teenager, Dad! For fuck sakes, what did you think was going to happen
when I finally met someone? Besides, I never said nothing happened. I said that
anything I had or hadn’t done with Derek, I’d done because I wanted to. I’m
going to be eighteen soon, I’m not a little kid anymore…” Stiles stopped
himself when he saw the look in his father’s eyes. Suddenly he understood that
what his father was worried about the most was that he wouldn’t need him
anymore now that he was becoming an adult. “… I have to grow up at some point.
But I still need you to help me figure things out…” He swallowed hard. “… just,
I need you to be supportive. If you want to help me, Dad. I need you to let me
do things my way.”
“I can’t just…” His father obviously had a hard time finding the words to
explain himself. “You’re my son. You’re still a kid, even if you’re growing up
– you’re still my son. I can’t help worrying about you. You’ve always been so
sensitive that… I worry that you’ll end up getting hurt and I can’t just stand
by and do nothing. Things are moving so fast. It seems like only last week you
were spending all your time in your room by yourself, and now… you go to
parties, have a boy – boyfriend.”
He couldn’t help himself from laughing a little. “Trust me, I know the feeling.
Things are moving so fast that I’m hardly able to keep up myself. It’s just…
I’m happy, Dad. Truly. My friends, Derek. They all make me so happy that you
wouldn’t even understand it if I was able to explain. And… I’m the one who have
been in a hurry to catch up to all of them. I want to be better because of them
– and I guess I have you to thank for that. You’ve taught me that you should
always try to do your best for the people that you care about.”
His father seemed to have calmed down. He looked at him from across the table
and sighed loudly, a genuine smile formed and immediately made Stiles feel more
at ease. “Guess I should be thankful that you’ve managed to find such great
friends. And someone who loves you – he does love you?”
“He does…” The words made Stiles almost euphoric. There was no question in his
mind that Derek cared for him more than anything else in the world. “… and I
love him.”
The tension between them seemed to fade and his father cleared his throat.
“You’re… I mean. When you and Derek are together… I think we should have a talk
about certain things.”
“Certain things?” Stiles felt nauseous all of a sudden, the prospect of his
father talking about sex was too much to handle. “THAT’S alright! No need. I’m
fine… I mean, I’m happy that you want to share…. I don’t mean share… but…
educate me. I already know…” His heart was suddenly beating faster and faster.
He had begun sweating as he nervously watched his father.
“No, I think I need to tell you about these things. I’m your father, and It’s
my job to make sure that you are prepared and…”
“Dad?” He looked his father in the eye and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I
already know how that stuff works. I really appreciate that you want to make
sure I’m prepared. But I’m not sure I can do this. And you don’t have to force
yourself either. Danny – one of my friends. He already did the whole sex-talk
actually. He’s gay – so, I asked him for advice. Hope you’re not offended.”
“NO! No… I mean, that’s great.” His father took a couple of calming breaths.
“I’m happy that you have a friend like that who can help you.” Something still
seemed to be bothering his dad, and sure enough, it wasn’t long before his
father continued. “Just tell me this. You’re being safe, right?”
“Safe?” Oh, he means condoms and stuff.He felt like a little kid for a second
and giggled slightly as he answered. “Yea, Dad. No need to worry.” There was no
point in trying to explain to his father that Derek and he didn’t need condoms.
As long as his father knew that he made sure to stay safe, everything seemed to
work itself out.
A strange, fragile yet pleasing calm descended on the house. Stiles took a few
bites before he looked up at his father, remembering that he hadn’t even told
him about Saturday like he had intended. “Oh, I almost forgot. The thing I
wanted to tell you before things got a little out of hand… guess there’s
nothing to be worried about now.”
“What is it?” Intrigued by his words, his father stared at him with complete
focus.
“I’m going to stay over at Derek’s house this weekend. You know, a sleepover. I
was so nervous that you were going to tell me no – I’m glad we worked things
out. It’s nice being able to just tell you.” He returned to eating his food
without ever entertaining the idea that perhaps everything wasn’t as easy as he
might have thought.
“And what exactly made you think that I’d allow you to go?”
The serious tone in his father’s voice made Stiles question everything they had
just said to each other for a split second. “But you just said… I thought we
were on the same page here. What happened to letting me do things my own way?”
“Oh, I accept that you want to do things your own way, however…” No, just stop
there. That was all he wished for at that moment. “… what kind of a father
would I be if I allowed you to stay over at Derek’s house without even meeting
the guy?”
“Meet him? So you’re saying…”
His father flashed an unnerving smile. “I’m saying that you can stay over at
your boyfriend’s house, if I find him trustworthy.”
“He is trustworthy, I keep telling you.” Although he found his father’s wish to
meet Derek endearing, he didn’t like the fact that he might end up ruining his
plans for the weekend.
“I believe you when you tell me that Derek cares for you. But I’m your father,
and I want to meet this guy and find out for myself, whether or not he’s good
enough for my son.”
“Fine!” He had a hard time actually staying mad, as his father only insisted on
looking Derek over because he cared about him. “But, I was really excited about
seeing Derek’s place Saturday. Can’t we just plan for you to interrogate him at
some point in the future?”
“No. Just as you must live your life by your rules, I must do the same. Invite
him for dinner. If you have plans you want to fulfill, you just have to make
sure that I’m satisfied beforehand.” With that, his dad continued eating his
dinner and acted as if everything was back to normal.
An ultimatum, huh? Guess he had his work cut out, trying to manage school,
planning for this weekend at Derek’s, and now, arranging for Derek to come to
dinner before Saturday so his father would allow him his wish. “So, Friday
then? Hope you hadn’t made any plans. Because since I’m going to visit Derek on
Saturday…” Stiles was fully aware that he had stated things as if his father
had already granted him permission. There was no room in his mind for doubt if
he wanted to achieve his goal. “… There really isn’t any other option.”
“Friday then.” His father seemed oddly happy.
“Great, it’s settled then.” Now I just have to hope that Derek is up for it –
and that he doesn’t already have plans.
“Do you want me to do anything? Shop? Make dinner? Or are you grown-up enough
to handle all those things by yourself?” Obviously, his dad was pulling his
leg, trying to make an already annoying situation even more complicated for
him.
“Well, seeing as neither of us are all that great at cooking. We should
probably try to keep things simple. Think you can manage to grill something?”
He wasn’t going to ask his father for help directly, but they both knew very
well that he needed him if things were going to come together in the end.
“I’d be delighted. What does Derek like to eat?”
“Well, he…” What did Derek like to eat? Weird that he actually didn’t know what
Derek liked. “I think he eats meat… like. Although I’ve actually never seen him
eat any…” Except if you count those threats I brought him in the woods.“He
likes healthy food.”
“Healthy?” His father seemed slightly suspicious by that.
“I think we might need to make a salad or something. Also, nothing deep-fried.
Apparently he doesn’t like the taste of it.” Now that he said it aloud, Stiles
once again questioned why someone wouldn’t like fried food.
“I thought he might be the kind of guy that worked out a lot. Seeing as he
seems to be in good shape. But I never imagined that you would end up with
someone who didn’t share your love of curly-fries.”
“Yea, well. He loves me enough to accept that I eat them, even if he doesn’t.
Can’t really complain, can I?” He looked over at his father who had started
smiling more and more during the last couple of minutes.
“We’ll figure something out, I’m sure. Now, eat your dinner before it goes
cold. And don’t think for a second that I’ve forgotten about the homework that
you still haven’t finished. I want it all done before you start wasting time
with your games or anything else, understand?”
He smiled from ear to ear, his father had actually surprised him – impressed
him even. Even if his father had made certain worries known, he had been
willing to come to an agreement that, if he was honest with himself, was more
than fair. After dinner, Stiles had helped his father clean up before he’d
hurried up to his room where he threw himself on his bed and fished out his
phone. He couldn’t wait another second to tell Derek the good news. Well… at
least he hoped Derek would see it that way.
[Success!] The three minutes that followed seemed to be the longest he had ever
endured in his entire life. His heart practically stopped as soon as he saw
Derek’s name pop-up on the screen.
[You asked your dad about Saturday?]
[Yes. It actually wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.]
[See, I told you. What did he say?]
[Well, good news and bad news.] Mostly good… definitely good.
[Spill.]
[I can stay over at your place if you pass an inspection beforehand.]
[What do you mean?]
[How does dinner at Friday sound?]
[Dinner at your place? With your father?]
[Yea, I know it’s a drag. But he just wants to meet you and make sure that you
are a good person like I told him. Sorry that I’m such a high maintenance
boyfriend.] Parts of him actually wasn’t all that sorry, he had wanted Derek
and his father to meet and get along for some time now.
[What time should I be over?] Perfect, Derek was open to the idea.
[I’ll text you with the final details Thursday. Thank you for being such an
understanding boyfriend.]
[No problem. Although I’m expecting a blowjob in return.]
[He-he. You couldn’t stop me even if you tried.] Keep your mind out of the
gutter – keep your mind out of the gutter!
[I’m going out for a run. Text you later, ok?]
[Ok, need to finish my homework anyway. Later…]
Stiles smiled like a little kid in a candy store. Everything considered, things
with his father had worked out better than he had anticipated. And Derek was as
supportive and wonderful as ever. He did his best to focus on the task at hand,
aka his annoying homework that he had no interest in whatsoever. His mind
drifted towards Friday and the dinner where Derek and his father would be
properly introduced.
What can possibly go wrong?
***** My boyfriend the Werewolf. *****
Calm down, Stilinski. You look great… don’t worry – except that, that shirt is
all wrong!
Frantically, Stiles ripped off his shirt and threw it on his bed. Fuck! Derek
is going to be here soon. Why I’m I always stressing at the last minute?He
rummaged through his clothes in search of the perfect piece of attire. It
couldn’t be too revealing if he wanted it to be approved by his father, but he
also didn’t want to disappoint Derek. He smirked at the thought. Derek would
probably prefer to see me in my birthday suit anyway – I know I would if our
roles were reversed. After much consideration, he decided on a form fitted
light-blue t-shirt with a small conservative V-neck. Yea, that’ll do the job.No
sooner had he settled on his outfit, did he realize that all the constant
changing had messed up his hair. Even if his hair was relatively short, it
still managed to stick out in all the wrong places. Have to fix that!He groomed
himself and eventually beat his hair into submission.
After having spent an excessively long time getting ready, he hurried
downstairs and proceeded into the kitchen where he still needed to prepare and
get things under control for when Derek arrived. From the kitchen window, he
could see his father standing by the grill, getting it cleaned up and ready for
later.
Stiles took a deep breath and looked at the recipe he had chosen after much
consideration. He started talking aloud in hopes of understanding the meaning
behind the deceptively normal words on the page. “Blanch the green beans in
salted boiling water…” He intended on following the recipe to the letter, as he
didn’t possess any inborn ability to guide him when it came to making salad.
After blanching, he drained the beans and added them into a bowl where he had
already made a basic dressing of oil and vinegar. “Cover the beans in dressing
while hot, and leave to marinade.”
In the midst of him going over a mental checklist, his father came back inside
and sent him a quick smile. “Nice shirt. Blue suits you.”
His father’s compliment was nice and appreciated greatly, however, it had made
him lose track of himself and he stared desperately at the things in front of
him in hopes of remembering what he was doing. “Damn! Let’s see now – the beans
and dressing is done. I’ve rinsed the salad…” Why did this all have to be so
hard? Even an idiot could throw a salad together with his eyes closed.
“You seem a little flustered. Maybe you should take a break.” His father looked
worried and walked over to where he was standing and placed a reassuring hand
on his shoulder. “Don’t worry so much. When someone loves you, they don’t care
that much about the little details.”
“I do.” Obviously, his father was most likely correct in assuming that Derek
would be happy as long as he had tried his best. However, he wouldn’t be
satisfied with pitiful gratitude. When it came to Derek, only the absolute best
wold be good enough. There was no room for mistakes, as he wanted to express
how much he cared about him through the food he was making. “I know – I know!
And you’re right. I just want everything to be perfect.” He sighed loudly and
raised an eyebrow at his father who looked like he was about to burst out
laughing. “What?”
“It’s just… seeing you give it your all. Caring so much that you’re stressing
yourself out.” His father looked away for a brief moment. “You’re growing up.
And the man I’m starting to see before me, makes me proud.”
Hearing his father say such things made him slightly unbalanced. It was
obviously nice to hear that your father was prod of the person you were
becoming, but he wasn’t really good at taking compliments. “Thanks, Dad.”
They both stood there in silence for a while before his father finally looked
at the clock and smiled. “Any last minute orders for me? Need a hand with the
salad?”
“Nah, I’m fine. Actually…” Stiles took a deep breath and felt how his body was
finally able to relax a little for the first time that day. “… I think I’m as
ready as can be.” Aside from having prepared all the food, he really was more
than ready for his father to meet Derek and see what a great guy he was. He so
desperately wanted them to get along that the suspense was physically hurting
him. He was utterly unprepared for a scenario where Derek and his father didn’t
like each other. What was he going to do if things took a turn for the worse?
How was he going to pick a side? The thoughts in his head made his stomach
twist around in pain.
The sound of the doorbell made his heart pound hard against his chest as he
watched his father turn his head and look towards the front door. “Oh, right on
time…” He smirked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Punctual, isn’t he?”
Anxiety, excitement, apprehension. Every emotion he could think of where all
crammed inside him at that moment in time, all fighting for supremacy and
tearing him apart in the process. Stiles yelped and jumped in front of his dad,
making sure that he couldn’t possibly make a move for the door. “I’LL GET IT! I
mean…” Deep breaths! Deep breaths!“… You just wait here.” Although his father
looked far from pleased, he didn’t object or even question his obviously ragged
behaviour.
His feet moved at an alarming speed as he quickly made his way to the front
door. His heart was going a mile a minute and he could feel cold sweat dripping
down his face. He had never imagined that what was meant to be a happy moment
in his life could make him feel so terrified. His stress levels threatened to
overwhelm him as he opened the door.
Peace, serenity, total confidence. Everything he had been looking for was right
there in front of him when he opened the door and saw Derek standing there.
Derek, who always looked good in his eyes where the personification of class.
He stared in awe at the man standing in his doorway. Derek wore what appeared
to be a very expensive blank dress shirt with big bold white letters down the
right side, spelling love Moschino. He had no idea what it meant, but found it
ratter flattering on Derek’s well-defined upper body. The tightly fitted jeans
that left little to the imagination, where a dark blue colour that suited
Derek’s overall look. His shoes although kept in a similar dark colour, seemed
to be a more vibrant navy blue with the flawless leather finish giving them a
slight shine. Although most of his outfit was dark, Derek had a certain glow
about him. Stiles was reminded of Derek’s fur when he was in his wolf form,
black, but with thousands of underlining colours, which made the whole thing
shine and seem like an endless galaxy of dancing light. With a bottle of wine
in his hand, Derek smiled at him and waited patiently to be invite inside the
house.
It took a moment for Stiles’ brain to start functioning and say hello. He was
still in awe at how incredible Derek looked there in the yellowish evening
light. Slightly embarrassed that he had been staring for so long, he gestured
for Derek to come in. “So, um… hi.” He bit his lip and tried to conquer his
nerves.
“Hi, yourself.” Derek calmly looked into his eyes, which instantly made
everything around them fade away. Derek was the only thing that mattered to him
after all. As they stood there in the hallway, smiling softly at each other,
Stiles felt as if somehow, he was the only thing that mattered to Derek as
well.
Stiles closed his eyes and leaned towards Derek, expecting that the wolf would
discern what to do and respond appropriately. He felt all warm and fuzzy inside
when he felt Derek’s sweet lips pressing against his own. Lost in the perfect
simplicity of the moment, he could have stayed like that forever if it wasn’t
for the fact that they were being watched. Stiles looked over at his father who
didn’t look mad per say, but had a rather strange expression painted on his
face. He blushed and pulled away, taking a step back from Derek. As fast as he
possible could, Stiles regained some of his composure and laughed a little in
hopes of lightning the mood. “So, Dad. This is Derek.” His smile widened to an
extreme extent as he gestured towards the man he had just been hanging all
over. “And, Derek. This is my dad…” He scratched the back of his head and
frowned slightly. “… But you guys already know that… so…”
Derek calmly reached out and offered his hand. “It’s nice to meet you under
more relaxing circumstances, Sir.”
Wow, have I been underestimating Derek? I didn’t know he could be this polite.
Stiles nervously watched as his father shook Derek’s hand and flashed a quick
smile. “Yes, I have to agree with you on that.” As they both let go, his father
looked briefly at his hand and then back up at Derek. “That’s quite a grip you
have there.”
“Yea, Derek’s really strong.” The words just blurted out of Stiles’ mouth with
him having no control of himself. He watched the two people he cared about the
most exchange a quick look before Derek handed his father the bottled he had
been holding.
“This is for you, Sir. To say thanks for inviting me over.” Honestly, it was
impressive to see Derek be so calm and in control of himself in such a
situation. Stiles couldn’t even imagine all the fucked up ways he would have
made a fool of himself if he were the one being introduced to Derek’s parents.
“Ah, wine. Always a lovely gift.” His father narrowed his eyes slightly as he
studied the lapel. “Hau… Haut-Brion Rouge? 1989?” His dad lifted his gaze and
sent him a meaningful look, although he wasn’t entirely sure what it meant.
“Thank you, Derek. I have never heard of this one before. But I’ll bet it goes
great with steak.” His father was about to walk away when he turned back around
and looked at Derek with a raised eyebrow. “You do like steak, right?”
“It sounds wonderful, Sir.” Derek played the part of the well-behaved and
proper boyfriend to perfection, perhaps a little too well. “And can I just say
you have a lovely home.”
This is actually going to work… it IS working! Oh my god. Derek, you’re a
genius. Well, I’m a genius for thinking of this whole thing… but that
performance, wow. Looks and talent.Stiles was just starting to relax when his
father pulled a more serious face that made him question if he had been
attending the same meeting.
His dad sighed. “All those manners are rather impressive…” A huge grin appeared
as his father tried keeping himself from laughing. “… but I know what you two
are up to.” Stiles’ heart jumped in his chest as his father pointed at them.
“Stiles have already spilled some of your secrets…”
Derek glared over at him and made him feel as if he was merely an inch tall.
“He-he, Ups!” He felt lightheaded as he held his breath in an attempt to brace
himself for what was to come.
“I know that this isn’t the first time you’ve been here…” His father took a few
steps towards Derek, minimizing the distance between them to an uncomfortable
level for all present. “And how do I know this? Well, since Stiles is so
excited about going to your place and seeing it, it must mean that you have
been speeding your time here. And before you answer that question…” His father
looked back and forth between them both, keeping them in check with nothing but
his gaze before his eyes once again settled on Derek. “… obviously I’m correct,
because there’s no other possible scenario where you’d have taken my son to any
other place beside this house or your own, while you got to know each other.”
His dad laughed light-heartedly, but the seriousness of his words were crystal
clear as he continued. “Indeed, any other answer would result in me grabbing my
gun, which I am fully licensed to fire if I for any reason feel threatened for
myself or my family, and shooting your balls off.” Stiles gulped loudly enough
for them both while Derek remained as stoic as ever. His father firmly placed a
hand on Derek’s shoulder. “Am I making myself clear?”
“Perfectly, Sir.” Derek politely nodded and kept himself in check while he was
getting the third degree.
“Excellent.” His father smiled and relaxed before he turned around and started
walking into the living room. “The living room is this way. In case my son has
only shown you the direct path to his bedroom.”
His father walked ahead while Stiles and Derek where left standing in the
hallway. Derek looked at him with a raised eyebrow, which made him feel uneasy.
“I’m sorry! Seriously! I’m so, so, sorry!”
Derek’s eyes lingered on his skin and made Stiles feel slightly nervous about
what he was going to do. “So, you’ve told him everything?”
He swallowed hard and smiled seductively in an attempt to wiggle out of any
potential argument. “I couldn’t help it. He is the sheriff you know. He pulled
it out of me before I even realized what he had done.” Wide-eyed and nailed to
the ground, he felt Derek grab his left ass cheek and squeeze hard. He could
feel how Derek burrowed his claws into him through his clothes, figuratively of
course.
Derek lowered his head and growled softly into his ear. “I’m going to have to
punish you for this later.”
He felt light-headed and wobbled slightly as Derek let go. Fuck me! Just take
me now.Stiles could barely believe that he actually found Derek even hotter
than before. The fact that he wasn’t entirely sure if Derek’s punishment was
going to be good or bad, only made him more curious and excited. He eyed Derek
as he walked towards the kitchen and hurried after him to make sure that
nothing would happen between his father and him without him knowing.
Stiles caught up with Derek and his father at the dining table, where his
father had decanted the wine Derek had brought with him as a gift. He watched
his father study the now empty bottle with utmost intensity. Now would be as
good a time as ever to try to create a relaxing environment. “So, Dad. That
looks like a nice bottle of wine – I mean, like… It sure was considerate of
Derek to bring such a nice gift.” The jumbled mess of words that burst forth
from his mouth barely made sense to himself.
“It is. Very nice.” His father nodded politely in Derek’s direction. “Well,
Derek. How do you like your steak?”
“Bleeding.” The way Derek said it caused a chill to run down Stiles’ spine.
Perhaps it was because he knew things about him that his father didn’t, because
he had seen the animal instincts in him that the look in Derek’s eyes as he
answered made his blond freeze in his veins. Fortunately, there didn’t seem to
be anything special about it in the eyes of someone who didn’t know that Derek
was a werewolf.
As soon as his father had gone into the kitchen, Stiles whispered as softly as
he possible could, knowing full well that Derek would be able to hear him. “Why
does that not surprise me?”
Derek smirked at him from across the room, but did not care to dignify his
question with an answer.
“Stiles? Mind helping me with something in the kitchen?” His father sounded
slightly on edge, but he was certain that it was nothing that the two of them
couldn’t handle.
“Be right there, Dad!” He smiled at Derek who kept shifting his weight around,
looking at stuff, but hadn’t touched a single thing in the house. “You just
make yourself at home. Be back in a sec.” He skipped out in to the kitchen
where his father was holding a plate of raw steaks.
“Mind getting the door?”
He looked at the door, then his dad, then back at the door while the feeling
that something was slightly off crept up on him. “Sure thing…” Something was
definitely out of place since his father should have been more than able to
make it to the grill on his own, even with the things he was carrying.
Sure enough, the door hadn’t even closed behind them before his father looked
him straight in the eye with a destressed look on his face. “I can’t believe
it. Seriously, I’m in shock!”
The sudden reaction from his father made Stiles curious and anxious at the same
time. “What?” Not knowing why his father was so visibly shaken was more than
frustrating. On the other hand, maybe knowing wouldn’t be any better.
Well, it was too late for second guesses. His father handed him his phone. “I
can’t even say it out loud.”
Stiles raised an eyebrow at his father and looked at the phone. A web shop… oh,
a wine shop. That’s the wine Derek brought with him… WHAT!?He almost lost it
when he realized what his father had been so overwhelmed by. “Two thousand six
hundred and forty-eight? As in 2648 freaking dollars?” It was unbelievable.
Such a figure made absolutely no sense to him in that context. You could get so
much for that amount of money. Derek must have lost his marbles when he thought
it was a good idea to buy something that expensive. Still, the gesture of
giving his father such a gift was pretty substantial. “Wow, I guess Derek
really wanted to impress you.”
The steaks sizzled as they hit the hot grill. “It’s crazy to use so much money
on one single bottle of wine. No matter how rich he is.” Although he didn’t say
it, Stiles could tell that his dad was at least a little impressed by Derek’s
efforts.
Thinking about his father’s words, Stiles wondered how rich Derek actually was.
He honestly had no idea. The subject of wealth hadn’t been important for him in
the least, although it was definitely clear that Derek did have certain means
when you considered the fact that he had both a house and a car. He recalled
that his father had commented before about the Hale family being what he
described as, old money. Truly, it didn’t matter in the end. Though he was
somewhat curious now when he took in to account the price of the wine. “Well, I
have to tell you. It’s pretty rude to google the price of a gift… especially
when the guest hasn’t even left yet.”
His father smirked. “I was just curious.” He remained focused on the grill, but
held out his hand in order to get his phone back. “You should go back inside,
this won’t take very long.”
“Right.” Stiles nodded quickly and hurried back inside. He grabbed some bread
as he walked through the kitchen and smiled at Derek when he rejoined him by
the dining table. He put the breadbasket down on the table and stared intensely
at Derek.
“What?” Derek calmly stared back at him with a soft look.
“You… have you just been standing there the whole time? I swear you haven’t
moved an inch.” Both impressed and slightly worried by the fact that Derek had
been waiting patiently the whole time, he gestured for him to get comfortable.
“I did say make yourself at home. Just relax. Dinner will be ready soon.”
Derek exhaled and seemed to relax ever so slightly. “You look cute.” Derek
pointed at a small picture frame with a picture of a smiling boy in an
embarrassing sailor suite.
“Come on. I’m like three years old in that picture. Someone forced me to wear
it.” It was a strange mixture of feelings that bounced around inside him at
that time. Part of him didn’t want anyone, namely Derek, to see anything even
remotely embarrassing about him. And another part couldn’t be happier that
Derek found an old picture of him pleasing.
Derek walked over to him and wrapped his arms around him, resting his hands
seductively on the small of his back. “You don’t look that unhappy about it. I
think you liked it…” Derek leaned in and teased him by almost kissing him a
couple of times. “…You should wear things like that more often.”
Stiles giggled and rolled his eyes at the silly wolf he had come to love.
“Sure, let’s dress up. What do you fancy? The sailor suite? Or maybe I should
dress up as defenceless little lamb so the big bad wolf can devour me.” He
pressed his lips against Derek’s and felt his heart jump as they connected.
The kiss was sloppy and made him feel all hot and bothered, highly impractical
when his father was due to come back with the steaks any minute. Derek growled
as he pressed his hard body against him. Stiles gasped for air as Derek pulled
back and looked straight at him with his blue eyes burning brightly. Derek’s
husky voice made him shiver with excitement. “I love the whole innocent
schoolboy look you have going on already. So fucking hot!”
Derek kissed him once again, pulling him closer still and pressing their bodies
deeply into each other. The sound of the backdoor made Derek back away
slightly, leaving him all flustered. Stiles looked at his father who sent him a
weird look as he entered the room. Oh, the food… the FOOD!“I’ll be right back.”
He hurried out into the kitchen and threw the salad together as fast as
possible, thank God that he had already done all the prep work. Derek and his
father both joined him in the kitchen while he finished his creation.
“Derek, can you take these to the table?” His father handed Derek the potatoes
they had grilled. Derek smiled and seemed generally happy that he was able to
help out.
It was nice, if not a tad strange to be working together with Derek and his
father in order to get everything done and brought to the table. Stiles sighed
in relief as he sat himself down. He was more than ready to eat and really
impressed with himself when he looked at how the food had turned out. Granted,
his father had helped him with the execution of it. Nevertheless, he was the
one who had picked out what to make and shopped on his way home from school.
Feeling pretty satisfied with himself, Stiles smiled at the two most important
men in his life.
“It looks great. Once again, thank you for having me Mr. Stilinski.” Derek
looked more relaxed now that they had settled down at the table.
“Oh, well… Stiles has been talking about you almost nonstop lately, so I
figured I should get to know you a little better.” His father picked up a wine
glass and gestured at Derek. “Can, I offer you a glass? It’s only fair since
you were kind enough to bring it along.”
“Please.” Derek graciously accepted the offer and wine as Stiles’ father handed
it to him. “It’s one of my favourites. The only thing bad about it is how easy
you’ll get used to the taste.”
His father laughed lightly and poured another glass. “Wanna taste?” He offered
the glass to Stiles.
“Me?” He didn’t know how to react. His father had never offered him alcohol
before. Although drinking wine obviously wasn’t the same as doing shots with
Isaac, the scenario was completely foreign to him.
With a devilish smile on his face, his dad placed the glass of wine in front of
him and proceeded to pour some for himself. “You’re so grown up now, Son. You
have a mature and polite boyfriend. So, I thought maybe you were old enough to
enjoy a nice bottle of wine with us.”
Stiles could have sworn that there was a backhanded compliment hidden away
somewhere, he just couldn’t find it. “I guess it has to be good since it…”
Thankfully, he managed to stop himself before he’d said something he’d
regretted. Derek looked confused but intrigued by his half-finished statement
while his father just sighed at him. “… Since Derek picked it. You just seem
like the kind of guy that would know his way around a bottle of wine.” Derek
raised an eyebrow at him, it dawned at him that he had made it sound as if
Derek drank a lot of wine. “I didn’t say you drink too much… I just meant
that…” He turned towards his father and laughed nervously. “He’s not a drunk. I
swear… I, um…”
“Just ignore my Son, eventually he stops on his own if you wait.” His father’s
gaze skipped him completely and continued across the table to Derek.
His father’s comment made Derek laugh aloud. “I’ve noticed he’s hard to stop
once he gets going.” Stiles puckered his lips while he started hauling food
onto his plate. He hadn’t expected his dad and Derek to gang up on him. Derek
flashed a crooked smile at him. “However, things are never dull when Stiles is
there…” Derek paused. He exuded a serene aura that wrapped the entire room in
an appealing light that Stiles couldn’t help but to enjoy. “… Life is better
when he is around. If nothing else, that’s what I’ve learned so far.”
Life is better.Stiles knew exactly what he meant; he felt the exact same way
about Derek. Hearing the werewolf say that he made him happy, that his presence
in his life had given it more meaning, truly touched something deep inside him.
Stiles smiled uncontrollably. He wished he could stop himself from looking like
a complete fool, he was just so happy to hear Derek say such things.
“To Stiles then.” His father raised his glass and smiled at him.
“Wait, what?” What was his father up to? He looked to Derek, but was equally
surprised to find he had picked up his glass as well.
“To Stiles, the one who ties it all together.”
A couple of tears found their way to his eyes, he couldn’t really understand
what they were doing, but he could feel their undeniable love for him in the
way they smiled at him. “Stop it…” He lifted his glass and wiped the tears from
his face, feeling embarrassed by his lack of control. “You’re making me blush.”
A moment of peace followed as they all tasted the wine. Derek seemed to enjoy a
familiar taste and placed his glass back down without further delay. Stiles
slowly poured the contents of his glass into his mouth and allowed the wine to
envelop his tongue. Knowing nothing about wine, the more subtle notes eluded
him. Even so, the taste was rather pleasing to him, and he was left with a
slight tingle on the tip of his tongue.
“Damn…” His father looked at the glass in his hand after having tasted the wine
for himself. “Somehow I feel that wine was always meant to taste like this.” He
took another sip. “I could get used to this.”
Stiles felt like a little kid, sitting there between two older people, even
though Derek obviously wasn’t that old, who both seemed to have a much more
advanced palate. He relished in the fact that Derek’s gift had seemingly done
its job and impressed his father, which in turn actually impressed him quite a
bit. Derek was clearly prepared to do anything to convince his father that he
was trustworthy enough to allow Stiles to visit.
Soon after they all had supplied themselves with food and drink, his father
looked up from his plate and raised an eyebrow at Derek. “Do you like sports,
Derek? You seem the type to keep in shape and exercise, if you don’t mind me
saying.”
“Well, actually…” Derek put down his cutlery and looked up in response. “…I
used to play basketball in high school, among other things. But, I must admit
that these days I mostly just run and workout as opposed to playing an actual
sport.”
“I see. Do you follow football per chance?” Stiles knew full well that his
father had always wished for him to be as interested in football as he was. He
had tried many times to convince him to watch a game with him, although it
usually ended out with Stiles being bored out of his mind. Perhaps Derek shared
his father’s appreciation for the game.
Derek gently shook his head. “I’ve watched a match or two… but, truthfully I’m
more into cars and motorsport.”
“NASCAR?” His father’s face lit up.
“Yes, that and Formula 1. I also enjoy MotoGp very much. I have a Ducati 848
EVO Corse, which I probably spend way too much time on.” Derek’s smile widened
as he mentioned his bike.
I didn’t realize that Derek was so into cars – although, his Camaro is pretty
sweet. Guess it’s not really that surprising if I’m honest…
This new information regarding Derek seemed to please his father. “You’re a
practical person then, hands on. That’s definitely a good match for someone
like my son. He actually managed to hand me a screwdriver when I asked for a
wrench once.”
“Hey, I did my best you know.” Stiles really didn’t feel like talking about it
as he found the whole ordeal rather embarrassing.
A comfortable laughter resonated throughout the living room and the rest of the
house. The calm, light-hearted atmosphere that had formed made Stiles smile
from ear to ear. If it meant that his father and Derek were bonding, he
actually didn’t mind being made fun of. Besides, his father was just teasing
him and hadn’t meant anything by his comment about Stiles’ DIY skills.
Stiles took a couple of mouthfuls and watched Derek in an attempt to figure out
if he was enjoying the meal. Admittedly, he hadn’t really tried to conceal his
intention, but when Derek smiled at him sighed slightly, he knew full well that
he had seen right through him.
Seeing as Derek was already aware of his question, it made sense when he beat
him to it and complimented the food. “Everything is really delicious. The steak
is cooked to perfection, just the way I like it.”
“It’s barely cooked at all. It’s practically raw.” Stiles glanced at the piece
of meat on Derek’s plate.
“Yes, very juicy.” Derek ate a piece of his steak in an almost provocative
manner with a smile on his lips.
“Glad you like it.” Stiles’ father seemed oddly intrigued by everything that
Derek had told him, almost as if he was making a mental note of it all and
weighed it against something tangible in his mind. “So, Derek. Tell me, what do
you do for a living?”
“Dad?!” How his father was able to be so blunt was a complete mystery to him.
“Don’t be like that.” It was clear that he intended to question Derek doing the
dinner, which Stiles didn’t approve of, as he didn’t want Derek to feel as if
he was being interrogated.
“What? I’m just asking. I’m supposed to get to know him, right?” Unfortunately,
his father was indeed correct. Stiles just wished that he could do it in a less
direct manner.
“It’s a fair question. Seeing as you want to make sure that I don’t influence
Stiles to make any bad choices.” Derek smiled confidently, apparently unshaken
by the question. “I don’t actually have a job.”
His father looked slightly suspicious. Stiles had also wondered what Derek
indeed got up to while he spent his days at school. In truth, he couldn’t
really imagine Derek with a normal day-to-day job.
“Forgive me my bluntness…” His father glared at him before he focused on Derek
once more. “Stiles told me that you’ve invited him over to your house… and
you’ve just mentioned that you have a bike… and you also have a car… so?”
“So, naturally you’re wondering how I can afford it all. And more importantly,
even though it’s still early in our relationship, how I can support Stiles and
be a good partner in the future.”
The future? Did Derek just imply what I think he did?Stiles could barely keep
himself from shouting out the question that burning in his heart, but now
wasn’t the time as Derek calmly continued the conversation.
“I’ve made a few investments, but…” Suddenly, the whole atmosphere shifted and
turned uncomfortably serious. “Despite the hardship I’ve had to face in my
life…” Derek paused and took a deep breath. “… There is one big perk of being a
Hale. My family have amassed an extensive fortune for generations, and… well,
since there aren’t many Hale’s left, I’ve inherited most of it.”
Once again, Stiles realized just how much Derek’s pain mirrored his own. Money,
stability, the finer things in life that an ordinary person would strive
towards, all crumbled in comparison to a single moment of happiness with a
person you have lost. Stiles would not hesitate to give up his claim on all
those things if it meant that he could see his mother again. Furthermore, he
knew that the same held true for Derek.
Stiles’ father sighed loudly and leaned back. “It was such a terrible
accident…” Stiles’ heartbeat skyrocketed as he watched Derek’s facial
expression tighten in response to the word accident. “… To think that to this
day, there still isn’t any solid evidence to confirm what happened.”
“Dad!” Stiles wanted his father to stop talking about the fire. Even if there
were no evidence to support it, Derek knew full well what had happened, and who
had been behind what in truth had been an attack on werewolves.
Derek smiled softly at him. “It’s alright. I don’t mind talking about it – it’s
just, hard.”
“When Stiles’ mother, Claudia. When she died, I didn’t know what to do with
myself…” Stiles looked at his father in surprise. “The only reason that I was
able to move on, was because I had to be strong for Stiles. I had to move
forward and try to create a good life for him, despite his mother not being
there.”
Proper wording eluded him; Stiles’ eyes began tearing up and his throat felt
dry and closed. He only managed to utter out a couple of words. “… You have…”
His father smiled at him with a gentle look on his face.
“What was she like?” Derek’s question seemed to have caught both Stiles and his
father off-guard. Derek quickly picked up on their awkward silence. “I don’t
mean to pry…” He turned towards Stiles and smiled softly. “…you’ve mentioned
your mother before. I’m just wondering what kind of person she was. If there is
some traits in your personality that you’ve inherited from her.”
Stiles was utterly gobsmacked. The fact that Derek was asking such a question
really didn’t seem all that strange when he thought about it, having gotten to
know Derek, he too wondered what his parents would have been like. The obvious
trait Derek had inherited from his parents would surely be the werewolf aspect.
However, Stiles could not really say the same in regards to being human,
although his parents were; it did not really seem like the same thing.
“You’re eyes…” Suddenly, Stiles’ mind calmed and his nerves faded away with his
father’s words. “You have your mother’s eyes. That earthy tone, sprinkled with
the lightest touch of gold. I can see so much of her in you.”
Stiles wiped a few tears from his face and forced a smile. “Really?” He didn’t
actually question his father’s words, he just wanted him to confirm what he had
said since he could barely comprehended the meaning behind it.
“When you laugh…” His father sent Derek a meaningful look and smiled quietly.
“…which you have been doing more lately. I can almost hear her laughing
alongside you. I imagine her watching over you and smiling gently, satisfied
that you’ve grown up to be a caring and sensitive young man.” His farther
almost struggled to speak at the end, eyes tearing up and his voice shaky. “She
always had a certain glow about her. Her own special light. You have it as
well, Son. I remember this one time where you…”
“Dad!?” Stiles suddenly broke free from the nostalgic trance he had been caught
in by the realisation that his father was on the verge of telling embarrassing
childhood stories about him. “Derek isn’t interested in hearing boring stories
about when I was younger.”
“Actually…” Derek stopped midsentence. Stiles stern expression had obviously
made an impact on him and conveyed his desire for the topic to be dropped
immediately.
“Come on, Son. Don’t be like that, it’s a sweet story.” His father gestured
towards Derek. “You want to hear it, am I right?”
The obvious notion of being trapped between a rock and a hard place was all too
clear on Derek’s face who remained silent. Finally, after an awkward minute or
so, Derek cautiously nodded before he smiled in an apologetic manner.
His father rejoiced. “See.” He smiled triumphantly. “As I was saying, I think
it was back when you were around five years old… six maybe. It was on one of
those hot summer days that seem all too rare these days. We were out on a
picnic together, all three of us. Your mother loved nature in general… a
talented gardener among other things. While your mother and I were enjoying the
food and the beautiful scenery, you were bouncing around all over the place,
running up and down various trees and boulders, completely lost in your own
fantasy world.”
Stiles listened intensely to every word. Although he wasn’t all too happy about
the potential outcome of an embarrassing situation, everything regarding his
mother was more than appreciated, seeing as he honestly remembered scarcely
little about their time together. Derek reached over and gently placed his hand
on top of his and held it affectionately in his own.
A deep sense of serenity seemed to wash over his father as he continued his
tale. “At some point, we lost sight of you, only for a minute or so. We knew
you couldn’t have gotten far.” A puzzled frown appeared on his father’s
forehead. “Your mother actually seemed not to worry all that much. Saying that
you were just playing with the forest. Nothing bad was going to happen. She was
right of course, but I was still worried and insisted that we go find you right
away. As we went looking for you, I heard you laughing and followed the sound
until I arrived at this grand old oak-tree in a more secluded part of the
forest. How you’ve actually managed to get there is still a mystery to me. When
I found you, you were dancing naked under the three and singing songs that
hardly made any sense. And…” His father laughed aloud as he recalled the
episode.
Stiles’ face turned red, he looked over at Derek who seemed to be amused by the
story of his childhood.
“And… when I asked you where your clothes were, you told me with utter
confidence, that you didn’t need them because you were going to be living in
the forest from now on.”
Stiles had no idea how to react; he couldn’t recall anything like that
happening, although he wouldn’t have minded having such a memory. Anything
regarding his mother was worth holding on to, even slightly embarrassing or
painful memories.
Derek looked at him with a devilish smile. “I think I’m starting to notice a
pattern. Being naked in the woods is almost a regular thing for you.”
He couldn’t help laughing even though he still felt really self-conscious about
the whole incident by the lake.
“Naked in the…?” His father’s expression suddenly hardened. “Is there something
you wanna tell me?” He nervously watched his dad cross his arms and raise an
eyebrow at him.
He knew very well that he was walking on eggshells and had to choose his words
carefully. Still, the whole damn scenario was just so crazy and utterly
mortifying that he couldn’t focus and kept on giggling like a little kid. “No,
well… I had just gone for a swim. Nobody was around so…. Seriously, Dad.
Nothing happened…. nothing… interesting at least…”
“I am so going to regret this.” Slowly, his father leaned closer and stared
intensely at him. “You were swimming naked… in a lake? In the middle of the
forest? You say you were alone, but Derek obviously saw you… or am I
misunderstanding something?”
Stiles swallowed hard. “Um, well…”
“It was a really embarrassing misunderstanding.” Derek chimed in and joined the
conversation, much to Stiles’ satisfaction as he was working himself into a
corner. “The lake is actually on my property. Stiles obviously hadn’t realized
it and thought he was going to be all alone, never expecting anyone to come by
so deep in the forest.”
“You own the lake?” He had never realized that it had been Derek’s private spot
until now. Thinking back on it, he had only found the place because Derek,
well, Wolf, had shown it to him in a manner of speaking.
Derek nodded gently. “Well technically, it is. But with such a large part of
the forest belonging to the house, I usually don’t mind strangers hiking or
exploring the woods. The immediate vicinity of my house is fenced off, so as
long as people don’t go there, I usually don’t mind.”
“I apologize for my son’s behaviour.” Stiles watched his father look at Derek
with a strange look. He didn’t know whether or not he should grab Derek by the
hand and make a run for it or not, as his father looked ready to kill someone.
“That being said… where you spying on my son?”
Derek froze. Stiles had never seen Derek react like that before, but his
father’s question had rendered him unable to react nor speak. Quickly, he
smiled and tried pulling his father’s attention towards himself before
something bad happened. “No, no! It wasn’t like that… I mean…” You’re going to
have to make something up here, Stilinski. You can’t very well tell him what
really happened. For more than one reason.Stiles gathered his thoughts and
prepared himself as much as he possibly could. “Derek was actually extremely
polite and well-mannered, everything considered.” Again, in retrospect, as
Wolf, Derek had actually tried to avoid the whole thing by whining and acting
shy. He had really done practically everything he could have, short of walking
away. If the situation had been reversed, Stiles probably wouldn’t have been
able to take his eyes of Derek if he was honest. “It wasn’t the first time
we’ve crossed paths… and he was nice enough to let me be and respected my
privacy. Trust me, Dad.” There, that should be enough to satisfy his father.
Even though Stiles had changed stuff, it actually wasn’t that far of what
happened. At least it captured the essence of it and told his father that Derek
wasn’t some creepy pervert, but a really nice and decent guy.
“Sorry for jumping to conclusions.” Stiles made a sigh of relief that quickly
turned out to have been premature. His father looked him square in the eye.
“You have some explaining to do, Mr.” Judging by the sound of his father’s
voice, the chances of him getting out of this one unscathed was almost non-
existent. “It seems you’ve neglected to tell me that you’ve been going out into
the forest by yourself after I’ve told you not to. Care you explain yourself?”
“Um, I…” Talk about a situation going from bad to worse. Stupidly, he had
revealed more than he had intended. “Yes I did go back…”
“It’s really my fault, Sir.” Bewildered, Stiles stared at Derek’s sympathetic
expression. He wasn’t really sure what Derek was going to do or say, but the
fact that he had willingly jumped in to save him yet again, made his heart
flutter. “After our initial encounter, I asked Stiles to meet me in the woods
again. He had told me about the wolves…” Derek was awfully good at twisting the
truth. Although his story wouldn’t explain why Stiles had gone back the first
time, it was designed to lessen his father’s malice by sharing the blame
between them. “…But despite that, I asked him to come back. Also, after I heard
about the wolves, seeing as everything out there is so close to my home, I’ve
had the surrounding area searched and checked for any indications of a den.
There were no signs that any wolves had settled in.”
Stiles anxiously watched his father as he slowly turned towards him and leaned
in over the table. “He’s a real keeper, Son. Trying to take the blame like
that, I’m actually impressed.”
“Right… he-he…” Stiles laughed aloud in attempt to lighten the mood.
“Seriously…” He looked over at Derek and smiled softly. Being with Derek made
him want to be a better person in all aspects of his life, and as such, he
couldn’t allow Derek to take any of the blame for his mistakes. “I did go back,
Dad. I don’t truly know why I did it… it’s just.” He found a confidence within
rise to the surface as he continued to explain himself. “Don’t punish Derek, or
think less of our relationship because of something I did. For whatever reason,
I alone, decided to go back. So… whatever you do, don’t blame Derek for my
mistakes.”
Derek looked as if he was about to say something, but opted to remain silence.
Stiles could see a wave of happiness wash over him as they sat there in
silence, waiting for his father to say something that might destroy their plans
for the rest of the weekend.
“I never realized before, that you’ve grown up to be such an amazing young
man.” His father’s smile and words wasn’t really what Stiles had been expecting
to happen. “I’m still upset that you went back out there, mostly I’m hurt by
the fact that you lied to me more than anything.” His father took a deep breath
that left him on edge until he finally continued. “However, it has become
increasingly clear that having Derek in your life have only made you more
mature. You’ve admitted that you did something wrong, and you weren’t going to
let Derek take the blame for it even if he willingly offered to.”
For a split second, Stiles’ heart was filled with renewed vigour. “Does that
mean I’m not in trouble?”
“It means that you are clearly old enough to take responsibility for your own
actions.” A warm, loving smile appeared as his father looked at him. “All I can
do know is hope that I’ve taught you what you need. And to be there if you ever
need me.”
“Dad…” Stiles was practically in tears, moved by his father’s words he leapt
from his chair and wrapped his arms around his father who was slightly
surprised by his reaction.
“There, there… come on now. You’re embarrassing me in front of our guest.” His
father patted him on the back and pulled back.
Right, Derek is still here…. Which is a good thing… but, yea…. Awkward
much?“Oh, sorry, Derek. Don’t know what got over me.” Derek’s calm expression
made him less self-conscious; it seemed the display of emotions had far from
offended. Stiles settled back down, he smiled from ear to ear knowing that his
father had accepted him as a near-adult, capable of making his own choices. He
smiled at Derek and sighed, feeling the tension fading from his body. “I can’t
wait to see your house tomorrow.”
Derek smiled back at him, but his eyes swiftly moved towards Stiles’ father.
“Yes, well. I’m not really sure we’ve gotten permission yet.”
“But you said I could decide on my own… right?” Stiles turned towards his
father with so much force that he almost fell of off his chair.
“I did, didn’t I?” His father smiled at Derek. “But for what it’s worth. You
have my approval. Just don’t prove my trust in you to be wrong.” Derek nodded
affirmatively at Stiles’ father with a serious look on his face.
“Perfect!” Stiles was beside himself with joy. “Suddenly I’m realizing that
there’s all this delicious food on my plate.”
Once again, a carefree laughter filled the room while they got back to enjoying
the food and wine. From that point forward, Stiles felt more at ease with
himself and enjoyed watching his father and Derek talk about everything from
motorsport to politics. The conversation flowed naturally and unhindered, time
flew by faster than he had expected it to. Although tired after a long day,
Stiles was still every bit as intrigued by everything that was going on as he
had been when Derek had rang the doorbell earlier.
After a long and entertaining evening, his father took a last sip of wine and
got up from his seat. Stiles and Derek instinctively followed suite as it was
clear that although enjoyable, the evening had come to an end. “I’m going to go
take care of the grill. It was really nice meeting you like this.” Stiles’
father smiled and shook Derek’s hand before he turned around and disappeared
into the kitchen. The sound of the back door being closed behind him made
Stiles exhale so intensely that he actually became lightheaded and swayed back
and forth for a second.
“Are you alright?” Derek placed a hand on his shoulder and allowed him to rest
his weight against him.
Stiles smiled, thinking to himself that despite a few hiccups, the evening had
actually gone pretty much as he had hoped. He took Derek by the hand and
followed him out. As he stood there in the hallway, staring at Derek and
enjoyed the silence and intimate feeling between them, he once again wondered
to himself how he could have been lucky enough to end up with someone as
special as Derek. “Thank you for putting up with all of this. I know that my
father actually feels slightly more at ease with the idea of me staying over at
your place now.”
Derek placed a tender kiss on his forehead. “No problem at all, I had fun.”
Craving the sweet taste of Derek, Stiles puckered his lips and leaned closer.
Derek reciprocated his advances and wrapped his arms around him, pressing their
bodies closely together. Not wanting to let go. Stiles tried holding Derek back
when he pulled away after a long sloppy kiss. “Can’t I just come with you
tonight?” He had waited all week long to see Derek’s house and didn’t want to
wait another second. Now that his father had given him permission, he couldn’t
see any reason why he didn’t just go with Derek now instead of waiting until
tomorrow.
“Excited?” Derek already knew that he was ready to burst; Stiles didn’t answer
the question and kept staring back at the werewolf. “Your father have given his
permission for you to spend one night to begin with. Although the night might
be young, if you came with me now, it would be over way too fast.” Derek opened
the door, smiled at him, and grinned. “Enjoy the day tomorrow with your father
and make sure you’re ready for when I pick you up.” Derek kissed him a final
time before he let go and walked towards his car. “It’s going to be a night you
won’t forget.” With those final words, Derek closed the car door behind him and
drove away, disappearing around a corner with the sound of the engine fading
into nothing.
Stiles closed the door and stood there in the hallway, unable to move because
he was both tremendously tired and happy. He sighed loudly and smiled while he
thought about what Derek had planned for them. Whatever is was, Stiles knew for
sure that he was going to have the time of his life no matter what. “Tomorrow…”
***** Lair of the Werewolf. *****
[So you’re going over to Derek’s place tonight? You two getting serious?]
Stiles smiled to himself as he read the text from his concerned best friend.
Another message flashed on screen. [I mean, I just don’t want you to get hurt.
You’re moving pretty fast and I just think you should take a break, slow down a
little. If he’s the one, he’ll still be there when you are ready.]
Derek was indeed the one; Stiles knew that without a shadow of a doubt. He
thought about what he should text back as a reply. He needed to tell Isaac that
the concern was appreciated, though hardly necessary. But before he had even
begun writing his answer, he received another text.
[He is ready! Can’t you see how happy he has become ever since he met Derek?]
Danny’s self-assured voice formed in his head, almost as clear as if he had
been standing right next to him. For a split second, Stiles couldn’t figure out
how Danny knew what they were talking about until he remembered that all their
texts had been sent to both parties all along.
A new text from Isaac came through at an alarming speed. [I know. It’s just, I
worry he’s going to get his hopes up and end with a broken heart. It would kill
me if something bad happened to my buddy. You’re like a brother to me, Stiles.
I’m only trying to look out for you.]
Isaac’s words moved him. Stiles wasn’t as in control or verbally gifted in
regards to his feelings as his friend was, but he actually felt the same way
about him. Hearing Isaac say that he cared made Stiles warm and fuzzy. I should
say thank you…
Once again, before Stiles had had the chance to put pen to paper, a fresh text
from Danny arrived. [Are you sure your worries have nothing to do with the fact
that you had hoped that we all could hang out tonight? And that you are just
annoyed that Stiles have made other plans with Derek, which means that you
won’t get what you wanted?]
Stiles eyed at the latest text; he had begun to wonder if the conversation even
involved him anymore, or if it was just a private dispute between Isaac and
Danny.
Almost as dependent as clockwork, Isaac texted again. [How dare you!? I’m
appalled and offended that you could even propose that I would be so
egotistical as to persuade Stiles to revoke his plans over such a hollow reason
as jealousy. Don’t you listen to that silly Danny; I only have your best
interests at heart.]
It was starting to get confusing; Stiles could no longer figure out if Danny
was angry with Isaac, or if Isaac was actually being sincere for once.
[I’m the one being silly? You’re the one that’s trying to get him to cancel his
date night because you’re bored and didn’t think to ask him earlier in the
week.] As usual, Danny didn’t hold anything back. He called it just as he saw
it and took no prisoners.
You need to do something… have to stop them…[Guys, please stop fighting!]
Stiles couldn’t stand to see his friends upset, least of all when he was the
cause.
[Who’s fighting?]
[Who’s fighting?]
The two texts from his friend’s came with so little interval between each other
that he could have sworn they were doing it on purpose. [So, you’re not
fighting? Danny, you aren’t mad at Isaac?]
[No, of course not, why would you think that?] Danny’s reply baffled him; he
thought it would be obvious that anyone observing their conversation would
conclude that something was wrong. It seemed that he still hadn’t quite figured
out his friend’s strange and intricate relationship.
Isaac texted him again with reassuring words. [Nobody is fighting… I’m
definitely not. And if I’m honest, Danny is probably right away. I just wanna
hang out with my two best friends, is that so bad?]
Obviously, wanting to spend time with your friends wasn’t a bad thing, far from
it. Trying to trick him into cancelling his plans with Derek on the other hand,
was rather selfish, as Danny had pointed out already. Still, Stiles couldn’t
find it in his heart to stay mad at Isaac, probably no matter what he did.
Isaac was that annoying puppy dog you found to be so over the top cute and
funny, that you would yell at it and then apologize right after for making it
sad, even if the reprimand had been well deserved.
Danny quickly asserted his right. [See! I told you he was up to no good, as
usual. You just have a nice time with Derek. I want all the details Monday
morning.]
Having friends like Isaac and Danny meant that there was never a dull moment in
his life. How he sometimes wished for the days when he could just leave school
and the world behind and hide himself away under his sheets. The blissful
feeling of only having to deal with yourself and the feeling of your soft bed
embracing you and making it all better was nothing more than a distant memory
now. Stiles sighed aloud and couldn’t stop the massive smile that nailed itself
to his face. Although sometimes it was actually easier to keep track of
everything back then, he felt truly blessed that his life had turned out to be
as fantastic as he felt it was now.
Yet another text from Isaac presented itself. [Fine! You guys win! I give up!
I’ll just keep masturbating until I tire myself out.]
Isaac… mastur…? WHAT THE!?The shock nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.
Stiles’ mouth felt dry and irritable. His hands had begun to sweat and his
brain was just about to have a meltdown. The image of Isaac entertaining
himself had already formed in his mind even if he had tried to fight it.
[Ugh! TMI, Isaac!] Danny’s reply was well placed and fitted Stiles’ overall
impression of the awkward situation he suddenly found himself in.
[What’s the big idea Danny? I always tell you if I’m masturbating.] The
innocent tone Isaac could convey in a message astounded him. As if, he was
merely talking about tying his shoes.
[I keep telling you that if I call and you are “busy”, I don’t want to know!
Make something up. Or better yet, don’t pick up the phone when you’re jerking
off!] Agreed, Stiles was completely on Danny’s side regarding the matter at
hand.
Isaac kept insisting that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. [What if it’s
important? How will I know unless I pick up?]
Stiles shook his head as he read the text. It was incredible to think that a
person could be so open about every little intimate detail of their life. Then
again, it wouldn’t really be Isaac if he was any other way.
“Stiles! Derek just parked outside!” He heard his farther calling him from
downstairs.
He looked at the time and gasped, he had completely lost track of time and
forgotten to check that he had packed everything he would need. Although it was
only for one night, he still needed to bring a few essentials. Stiles leaned
out of his bedroom door and raised his voice as much as he could without
screaming. “Almost finished, be down in a sec!” In a slight state of panic, he
hurried back to the mirror that stood near his bed and looked himself over a
final time. Alright then… Tightly fitted and flattering jeans, check… seductive
and slightly too revealing black t-shirt, check… a change of underwear...In one
swift move, he fished out an extra pair of undies and put them in his bag.
Check…His toothbrush was already packed, which meant that as far as he was
concerned, he was ready.
That reminds me…Stiles wiggled his phone out of the extremely tight pocket in
his jeans. [It’s been fun guys. But Derek is here to pick me up… got to go.
Take care.]
Danny was the first to reply. [Have fun.]
[I already am.] A rather disturbing text from Isaac followed.
[For fucks sake! I meant Stiles, not you, Isaac.] Stiles laughed loudly at the
bizarre group of friends he had acquired and wondered for a second if he might
be able to exchange them for a couple of new models instead. He grabbed his bag
and was already on his way to the staircase when his phone chimed again. Danny?
What now? [Oh, one last thing before you go. Although childish and rude at
times, Isaac’s desire for us all to hang out is valid. Maybe you could ask
Derek if he might be interested in doing something with us? Bowling, catch a
movie. Or just a nice evening in the company of friends?]
Invite Derek to hang out with his friends? Stiles stopped completely in his
tracks. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it himself, he wanted Derek to
meet the people in his life that mattered the most to him, and also, part of
him wanted to show of Derek to his friends. A prize stallion like that was
meant to be paraded around. [I’ll ask him about it.] Stiles’ mind was split
between thinking about what Danny had said, and getting his body to move again.
[Wonderful. I’m looking forward to it. And I know both Ethan and Aidan are
really curious about meeting him as well.]
As if preprogramed into his brain, Stiles simply replied. [Later.] The fated
time when Derek was going to meet the twins seemed awfully close now that Danny
had suggested that he invited Derek to hang out with them. Stiles could hear
himself breathing harshly, quick, sharp pulses that burned slightly in his nose
and throat each time he inhaled. The uncertainty of what was going to happen
when Derek met the twins was making him nauseous. The worst scenario he could
think of was if they all just started fighting due to some inert werewolf genes
that meant that they couldn’t control themselves. That is to say, if his gut
feeling about the twins being werewolves actually proves true.
“Stiles?” His father called out to him a second time, this time his voice was
full of worry and confusion which was obviously derived from the fact that he
still hadn’t made it downstairs even though it had been a while since he had
been informed that Derek was there to pick him up.
“Coming! Hold your horses.” He sprinted forward with renewed energy, quickly
making his way down into the hallway where he was met with a familiar, yet
enormously satisfying sight.
Derek’s blue cobalt eyes smiled at him as he met his gaze. “Hi, Stiles.”
His soft, honey sweet and warm voice cuddled Stiles’ senses and made him slip
and stumble down the last few steps. Although the fall wouldn’t have been a bad
one physically, Stiles was relieved to find that Derek had gently pressed the
palm of his hand against his chest and stopped him from greeting the floor with
his face. Their eyes lingered on each other as they stood there, Stiles a
helpless puppet that would collapse the second Derek let go of him.
“Wow, that’s some reflexes you have there.” Stiles’ father stared at them in
awe and studied Derek intensely, as if he was in complete disbelieve that he
had actually saved Stiles from falling. “It almost looks like he weighs nothing
at all.” Indeed, that was probably how it must have felt to Derek. His
werewolf-enhanced strength could more than easily handle all of Stiles without
much effort.
“Yea…” Stiles panicked and started giggling out of control. He regained his
balance and tried shaking the whole incident off as nothing special. “Good
thing you were standing so close to the stairs… he-he…” It was stupid to
believe that his father hadn’t noticed the speed at which Derek had moved in
order to catch him, but perhaps he could convince his father that it had all
just been a freak accident or trick of mind. Derek just smiled playfully at him
and remained silent.
Whether his father actually believed what he had just witnessed or not,
remained to be seen. It did however dawn on Stiles that although he was
strangely casual about the existence of werewolves, not everyone would be able
to comprehend a thing like that with ease. And some might even completely
dismiss it even if the proof was right before them in an attempt to hang on to
their sanity.  
“Anyway… what took you so long?” His dad seemed to have opted just to get on
with things and stared at him with a question mark painted across his face.
“Oh, I got side-tracked…” Stiles shrugged his shoulders and flashed a crooked
smile. “… but I’m ready now.” His focus was only on Derek at that point,
everything that mattered in the world was standing right there in front of him,
waiting to take him on a beautiful adventure that he didn’t know exactly where
would lead.
Derek nodded softly in response. “Shall we go then?” A question he really
didn’t need to answer as if was painfully obvious by the look on his face.
“Can I just have a moment with my son, if I may?” His father looked at Derek
with a fixed yet friendly gaze and smiled politely. “And remember, I want him
back tomorrow afternoon at the very least. He needs to get ready for school.”
“Of course, Sir. It’s been a pleasure seeing you again.” Derek firmly shook his
father’s hand before he opened the door and started walking towards his car.
Stiles looked worryingly at his dad, what could he possibly have to say now
that he was about to leave? “So, what’s up, Dad?”
“Son...” His father sighed loudly and placed his hands firmly on Stiles’
shoulders. “I know I probably don’t need to tell you this. And it is obvious
that you have someone else watching out for you know. However, I feel like I
should just make it perfectly clear that I’m here for you no matter what
happens. No matter how much you grow up, I’m still your father. And I love
you.”
Reassured and full of happiness, Stiles smiled back at his father. “I love you
too, Dad.” He wrapped his arms around his father and gave him a quick hug
before he ran outside and quickly made his way over to Derek’s car. He waved
goodbye as they drove away and watched his father and his home disappear in the
rear-view mirror. The drive to Derek’s house wouldn’t be too long. According to
Derek, it was no more than a short drive out of town and then it was just a
simple matter of following a road into the forest. Thinking about what he had
learned about where Derek’s home was located within the forest, it shouldn’t be
far away from the lake, which Stiles could walk to in an upbeat tempo from his
house in just shy of forty minutes.
Stiles looked out the window in an effort to recognize things and places as
they went by. Everything looked so different from inside the car. He
frantically tapped his feet and continued to throw his weight around, unable to
settle into the comfortable leather seats.
Derek raised an eyebrow and glanced over at him. “Is everything alright?”
“Yea…” Stiles sighed aloud and closed his eyes. “I mean, I’m just a little…
well, not nervous per say.”
“Excited?” Derek kept his main focus on the road ahead, but was very perceptive
nonetheless.
Stiles grinned and ran his fingers through his hair. “Excited, definitely.”
While driving, Derek reached over, grabbed Stiles’ hand, and held it lovingly
in his own. “That’s a good thing. But trust me, there’s nothing to worry about.
We don’t have any schedules we need to follow, nobody but yourselves to worry
about. We can just be together and do whatever we want, whenever we want.”
Derek sent a cheeky smile his way. “At least until I have to bring you home.”
“Right…” Stiles rolled his eyes and thought about his father. “Is there a
chance that we can just keep driving and never stop? Just the two of us,
together, driving into the endless horizon – wouldn’t that be something?”
“If that’s what you really want.” Derek didn’t even flinch for one second. He
seemed quite serious and would probably do it if Stiles indeed asked him to.
“No… I guess…” He smiled to himself and found it amusing that if a hot and
wonderful guy like Derek had offered to take him away from it all only a few
months earlier, he would have jumped at the chance to escape his life. But now.
“It’s a nice idea, but like, my dad would kill me… or maybe just you. And I
don’t think Isaac or Danny would be able to ever forgive me if I just left.”
“You would miss them if we left. Your friends and your father. I understand.”
Derek looked straight ahead at the road; the incredible level of intimacy
between them meant that they didn’t even have to look at each other in order
for their feelings to come across.
The forest had become thick and overgrown now that they had almost made it to
Derek’s house. The evening sun that shined down through the treetops cascaded
long, impressive shadows onto the road and car as it moved. They made a turn
down a new path and drove alongside a substantial stonewall that seemed to have
almost sprouted from the surrounding wilderness. The car decreased in speed
until it stood completely still and the engine hummed softly.
Stiles gasped at the sight of a massive black iron gate that blocked their way.
The sheer size of it was almost too much for him to take in. Although enormous,
every inch of the gate was carefully crafted and decorated with intricate
details. “Holy mother of…” Suddenly, the big picture became visible to him as
his eyes took in his surroundings. There was a picture in the gate, or, on the
gate. He wouldn’t exactly know how to describe it if he had to. There was
clearly depicted the image of a great wolf, standing proud in what he would
assume would be the forest. Quickly, Stiles realized that there were many more
wolves depicted with the large on, all scattered around. It was then that it
dawned on him; he was looking at a family of wolves – a pack.
Derek cleared his throat. “Yea, I know that it’s a bit too much. And totally a
cliché with the wolves…” He grinned and smiled. “… but that was totally my
father in a nutshell, he really wanted it to make a great impression.” That was
the first time Derek had actually mentioned his dad as far as Stiles could
remember.
“Your, dad?” He looked at Derek and wondered what kind of person his father had
been. If he was the one who pushed for such a grand entrance, he must have been
an interesting character.
“He was an architect you know, pretty sought after in fact. He had this
commissioned when the stonewall and surrounding areas underwent extensive
repairs.” Derek laughed a little as he continued. “My mother was never the kind
of person who cared for style or material things. She was much more focused on
the social aspect of the family, keeping the pack together. She allowed my
father to do whatever he wanted with the physical frames of our home.” Derek
paused and stared of into the distance. “I think he always tried so hard to
make everything he could perfect, so he’d feel he was actually worthy somehow.
It wasn’t easy being the only human in a house full of werewolves.”
“Human?!” Stiles scrunched his brow and pushed his lips together. “But that
means… you’re half-human?” This new information was mind-blowing to him. He had
always assumed that everyone in Derek’s family was werewolves. At least all in
his immediate family.
Derek pressed a button on a small remote that had been lying in the car the
whole time. The black gate started opening and they started moving forward once
again. “It doesn’t really work like that with werewolves. If one of your
parents is a wolf, and you are born one as well, then it’s not a matter of
being half anything. You’re either a werewolf, or you’re not.” They drove on
until they reached a courtyard where Derek parked the car. “If you want to get
technical, I guess you could say that I’m not a pureblood werewolf. But then
again, who is nowadays.”
Stiles found it slightly strange how nonchalant Derek was about it. He would
have imagined it to be a much bigger deal for a werewolf to choose a human if
it meant somehow watering down the werewolf blood. Despite this, it also made
him feel much more at ease with the fact that he was human, since it apparently
wasn’t an issue at all. At least not to Derek.
Derek opened the door and got out of the car; he closed it behind him and
walked around to the other side.
In a state of panic, Stiles fidget around with the door handle in an attempt to
get out before Derek had made it over to his side. He opened the door and
stumbled outside. “There… he-he.” He closed the door behind him and smiled at
Derek who looked confused by his behaviour. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate
that Derek was gallant and did all these things for him, he just didn’t want it
to seem like he expected Derek to do everything for him all the time. Stiles
clutched the bag in his hand and turned his attention to the huge house beside
him. Just as the gate, everything was so overwhelming that he could hardly
process it all. “That’s a … big house.” He cringed at the stupid comment but
was unable to do anything about it now it had slipped out.
Derek walked over to the front door and unlocked it. With a seductive smile, he
opened the door and held it open. “Wanna come inside?”
Stiles nodded and moved slowly towards the entrance. He smiled at Derek as he
walked by and stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he had passed the
threshold. His eyes bounced all over the place, unable to settle, as he wanted
to examine every surface in the house.
Calmly, Derek closed the door behind them and proceeded to walk further into
the foyer. “Welcome to my house…” He waved his hand and gestured out towards
the massive space. “… What do you think?”
What did he think? For once in his life, he was actually speechless. Warm,
immaculate hardwood floors as far as the eye could see. Every wall a white,
perfectly crisp surface that seemed endless in size with the grand ceiling
height. A large beautifully crafted staircase hugged the left-hand wall and
curved upwards to the first floor, every step adorned with a shiny black
lacquer finish that somehow made the whole thing look like an elegant
representation of the keys on a piano. “It’s amazing.” He was at a loss for
words. Such a statement didn’t do it justice at all. The modern slick design
was married perfectly with architectural classics throughout.
“You can just put your bag here for later if you want.” Derek smiled gently at
him. “I’ll give you the grand tour in a minute. But first…” Derek wrapped his
arms around him and slowly and seductively slid his hands down Stiles’ back and
continued towards his ass, which he grabbed firmly and squeezed. The pressure
and sensation of Derek’s hands caused Stiles to moan softly. His innocent cry
appeared to spur Derek on as he let out a primal roar filled with more passion
than Stiles had heard in any previous ones. The sound of Derek’s roar sent
shivers down his spine. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” Derek licked his lips and stared
at him with a hungry gaze, eyes burning with its intricate cobalt colours.
The way Derek stared at him like a piece of meat made Stiles blush
uncontrollably, to think that someone would find his awkward behaviour and
silly look attractive. He could feel how his heart pounded heavily against his
chest, picking up its speed each time his eyes locked with Derek’s. Dry mouthed
and out of breath, Stiles gazed into Derek’s eyes once more with an unexpected
amount of passion that surprised and excited himself. “So, are we going
straight to dessert then?” Stiles watched every move Derek made with the utmost
interest in an attempt to decode his thoughts. Although there was no question
in his mind that the werewolf was as turned on as he was at that moment, he
noticed a glimmer of hesitation in Derek’s eyes.
Derek backed away from him and took a deep breath. His eyes returned to their
normal stage and stopped glowing, indicating to him that Derek had regained his
well-known composure. “I… I got carried away there, for a moment. Sorry.”
Stiles smiled and tilted his head to the side. “No need to apologize. I didn’t
exactly tell you to stop.” His eyes lingered on Derek, basking in the glory
that was his boyfriend, Stiles felt incredibly lucky as they stood there in the
hallway.
“We don’t need to rush. We have plenty of time later.” Derek smiled and took
him gently by the hand and guided him into an adjoining room. “This is the
living room.” Derek gestured towards the sofa and TV to make it clear that the
room indeed was what he said. Stiles looked around the room and started to get
a sense of Derek’s style. Like the entrance hall, and mostly the entire house,
everything was the highest quality materials you could buy. White walls with
scarcely little decoration that appeared a little bare in compression to his
own house. The TV was clearly the main focal point, as it demanded attention
from the top of the immaculately polished black credenza it had been placed on.
A modern black leather sofa provided seating in the room along with an elegant
chaiselong that matched perfectly with the material of the couch. Between the
couch and TV there was a slightly rugged black and white cow skin carpet with a
shiny chrome and glass coffee table placed on top of it. Derek continued the
tour and gestured for him to follow him into the next room where his eye was
instantly caught by the magnificent chandelier that hung over a large dark
stained wooden dining table. The grandeur and modern feeling of the
sophisticated dining room fitted perfectly with the décor from the previous
room. “This is the dining room, that I’m sad to say I hardly use.”
The way Derek looked at him made him feel that he’d better say something to
avoid unintentionally offending him with his silence. Stiles forced a smile and
looked around once more in hopes that the words to describe his thoughts would
come to mind. “It’s so… clean.”
Derek raised both eyebrows in response. “Thanks…”
Although he had meant it as a compliment for sure, it didn’t seem as if Derek
had taken it completely as such. Even if everything was good looking and
perfectly placed, the thing that truly stood out to him was the fact that there
wasn’t a speck of dust in sight. Now knowing that Derek had such a flawless
house, Stiles wondered how he had even managed to sleep over at his mess of a
house. His untidy bedroom must have been the stuff of nightmares to someone
like Derek. “I feel kind of embarrassed to be honest…” He scratched the back of
his head and tried smiling despite having been attacked by an overwhelming
sensation of inferiority. “After seeing my room… you must think I’m a complete
slob or something.” The only good thing about feeling as he did, was that if
you were going to be staring intensely at the floor, it was nice to have such
beautiful hardwood to look at.
“Hey, listen…” Derek closed the gap between them and held him in his tender
embrace. He placed a sweet and compassionate kiss on his lips and gazed
lovingly into his eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with your room, your house, or
you for that matter. All I care about it that I get to be with you. So stop
worrying so much.”
It felt nice to hear Derek say that, he just couldn’t help wonder how anyone
who kept everything so neat and tidy wouldn’t find his chaotic ways off-
putting. “How can you say that? This house is freaking awesome, and…” Derek’s
gently smile made him lose track of his thoughts and resulted in him staring
helplessly into those glistening pools of vivid blue.
“I’m glad you like it… you see…” Derek frowned and lowered his gaze slightly.
“Obviously, I like to have clean lines and everything in the right place…”
Derek’s words were strengthened by the fact that he moved one of the chairs
slightly to the left. Stiles couldn’t see the difference, but it had clearly
been off-centre in Derek’s mind. “…I think I’m a bit neurotic because…
everything that have happened… the house is the only thing I really have left
that connects me to my family – to a time where I was happy.” Derek smiled, as
he stood there, lost in his own thoughts though he tried to express himself.
“Almost everything was burned to the ground. Hardly anything was left behind
that could be salvaged, so… I thought to myself that if I could somehow rebuilt
what I had lost, if I could make my parents proud somehow. I wouldn’t feel so
lonely.”
“Wow, that’s…” So sad. Stiles couldn’t say the words out loud, he didn’t want
Derek to think that he thought any less of him for having tried to hold on to
the things he cared about in his own way.
“I’ve stuck with my father’s original design.” On a slightly more cheerful
note, Derek once again gestured towards specific design details throughout.
“The old house wasn’t actually as modern as he had envisioned it, due to some
objections from my mother about the practical aspect of some of his ideas. As
such, when I decided to rebuilt, I felt that I would try to do the original
design justice. I asked Cora if she would have preferred that I tried to make
it exactly the same, but she didn’t really care either way.”
The mention of Derek’s sister made Stiles question if whether or not Derek
might have done all of that in an attempt to keep their broken family as much
together as possible. “Cora, your sister who lives in Africa, right?”
Derek nodded. “Yes… I thought I had to create a stable home for her and me. I
figured that if I could provide her with a normal everyday life, she’d be able
move on with her life and ease the pain. I thought it was my responsibility to
take care of her.” Derek looked straight at him. “Perhaps what I did was more
of an attempt to control my own anger and pain. Maybe what I thought would be
best for her, was just my own need for some stability. I don’t regret it,
rebuilding the house. But it obviously didn’t go as I had planned.”
“Because she moved?” Stiles thought about how he had felt after his mother had
passed away. If it wasn’t for his father, he might have left everything behind
as well. Thinking back on it, the feeling of utter helplessness, the memories
that assaulted his every waking moment by reminding him of what he had lost.
All he had wanted was to distance himself from it all, so he could easily
understand why Derek’s sister had chosen to leave their old life behind by
moving away from Beacon Hills.
Derek’s mood seemed to lighten up as he thought about his sister. “Yea, she
didn’t want to stay.” Derek sighed and smiled softly at him. “I envy her for
having the courage to travel the world. Africa is just the latest in the line
of countries she have explored. At first, she moved to Mexico, then Europe. She
has lived in Tibet where she studied meditation technics unique to shifters.”
“Wow, that all sounds so cool… wait a minute. Don’t you mean werewolves?” Maybe
Derek had made a mistake by saying shifters, or maybe it was just another way
to define werewolves. Since Stiles had only just gotten used to the idea of one
kind of supernatural creatures, such a slight change in choice of words were
more than enough to send his mind galloping off with a million ideas and
questions to follow up each and every one of them.
Derek smirked. “I guess there’s no real way for you to know, I haven’t really
explained everything there is to say about werewolves because I didn’t want to
overload you with information, but…” Derek took a deep breath and cleared his
throat. “Werewolves are shifters because they are a mixture of human and wolf.
However, there are almost as many different kinds of shifters as there are
species of animals in the world. Canine shifters are fairly common, but there
are also feline shifters and many others. I only know about nearly half of
them, and I have met even fewer in life. Essentially, if you want to be
specific about what I am, I’m a werewolf, but I am also a shifter. Does that
make sense?”
“Yea…” He tried to wrap his head around it, and it seemed that the logic behind
it was rather straightforward now Derek had explained. “I see what you are
saying about werewolves being one type of shifters… but…” Stiles mind was
racing a mile a minute. “… If there is a term for describing supernatural
beings like you, both specifically and more widely. That implies that there are
even more kinds of supernatural beings out there.”
Derek looked at him with pride in his eyes. “Yes, there are more than you could
possibly count. Some, strangers you pass in the street. Some, your friends. And
some might even be in your family without you ever finding out. The thing that
almost all supernatural creatures have in common is that they keep to
themselves and try to avoid needless attention.”
“Because humans normally don’t understand them, right?” Stiles couldn’t help
but think of the hunters that Derek had told him about who had persecuted his
kind throughout the centuries.
“That’s right. We aren’t supposed to reveal ourselves to humans who aren’t
aware of the supernatural. And the ones who are, we have to be wary of because
we never truly know their intentions.” Derek emphasized on the seriousness of
his words by drawing out each syllable to an excruciating extent.
“Still…” Stiles paused for a second. “…you revealed yourself to me.”
“Yes.” Derek’s gaze was unwavering and remained firmly fixated on him without a
single trace of regret. “To be honest, you handled it pretty well… all things
considered.”
“Yea… I’m cool as a cucumber. Nothing shakes me, no sir. Not even a naked
werewolf just appearing in my kitchen.” Stiles laughed and thought back on the
night he had first seen Derek shift, and how he had freaked out and threatened
him with a frying pan.
“Want to see some more of the house?” Derek smiled gently as he asked.
Stiles nodded eagerly and followed Derek into yet another large and impressive
room. Even though he wasn’t surprised to by the high quality of design
continuing into the new space, the huge kitchen still managed to take his
breath away. “The fudge…” The beautiful room was bathed in natural light that
flooded in through the large windows that framed the view of the forest outside
perfectly. Stiles giggled as he touched the countertop and allowed his hand to
glide against the smooth surface. “It’s like a sea of glittering stars.” The
black countertop looked incredible against the streamlined and slick white
cabinets.
“I just had to have it.” Derek caressed the work surface and smiled. “There is
nothing that you can’t do on this stuff. It’s durable and good looking.
Wonderful to touch…” Derek gazed into his eyes and wetted his lips. “… the
sensation of your skin rubbing against it.”
Stiles swallowed hard and gulped. “Are you still… still taking about the
countertop?” He could feel how Derek’s eyes lingered on his skin and burned
their way inside him. His mind could hardly focus on what was going on around
him as the idea of Derek fucking him right then and there had taken complete
control. Control yourself, Stilinski…. Deep breaths… deep… oh, shit…Stiles
whimpered as his dick hardened and pressed against the inside of his jeans in
an attempt to break free.
Derek’s eyes burned brightly. A soft roar echoed throughout the kitchen and
sent shivers down his spine. “Not that I’m complaining, but… you know I can
smell when you get excited, right?”
FUCK!“I have no idea what you are talking about…” Stiles mumbled as he spoke
and averted his gaze slightly, worried that his face might turn bright red from
embarrassment. “Just out of curiosity though, where is your bedroom?” The one
room in the entire house that Stiles wanted to see more than any other.
Derek smirked at his question and seemed to relax slightly before he took a
deep breath and smiled seductively at him. “You’ll see.” Derek was practically
toying with him. “There’s still the downstairs bathroom. The guest bedroom, the
gym and the study before we get to the first floor. However, if you want to
take a break from the tour…”
“Yea…” Stiles desperately craved for Derek to finish his sentence and put him
out of his misery. He had stated getting penned up with so much sexual energy
that he was about ready to explode.
Derek took a step closer to him. “Are you hungry?”
Stiles bit his lip and tried to will his unruly erection into submission. “You
have no idea…” His heart skipped a beat as Derek leaned in close. “… I mean
like… I could eat.”
“Alright…” Derek pulled him close and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “I’ll
make dinner then.” He released Stiles from his grip and began to rummage around
the kitchen.
Stiles was left standing in the middle of the kitchen feeling slightly
confused. He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination or not, but he couldn’t
help feeling that Derek was holding back a little each time things started
getting heated. If his assumption was correct, and Derek was indeed stopping
things from escalating, what could his reasoning behind it be? Why would Derek
not be interested in having his way with him right then and there?
“I hope you like spaghetti.” Derek had pulled out an ensemble of ingredients
from the fridge and started preparing the meal.
The question almost didn’t register with him as he was still lost him his own
thoughts and desperately trying to find and answer as to why they hadn’t
already gotten naked. Stiles smiled nervously, hoping that Derek wouldn’t see
through his ludicrous façade. “Who doesn’t… what are you making?”
“Carbonara.” Derek smiled at him while he worked. “Although, it’s not the
authentic recipe. I just make it the way I like. Lots of cheese.”
“Cheese…” Stiles could definitely see the appeal of melted, creamy cheese. He
had never had spaghetti carbonara, so Derek’s version wouldn’t have to worry
about competing with the original. “I’ve never tried that… so… I’m sure your
take on it is awesome.”
“You’ve never had carbonara?” Derek chuckled. He had gotten out a frying pan
and was adding diced pieces of some kind of bacon that Stiles wasn’t familiar
with. “It’s fairly straightforward to make.” Derek looked up and gestured for
him to come closer. “I can show you how, if you want?”
“Yea… that would be nice.” Stiles smiled from ear to ear as he moved closer and
positioned himself next to Derek who hadn’t stopped working, but slowed down so
he could see what he was doing.
“Okay then…” Derek placed a sweet kiss on his forehead before he guided his
hands to the frying pan. “The pancetta needs to be golden-brown and crispy. If
you just keep an eye on it. That would be great.”
“Pancetta?” Sounds Italian. Stiles was sure he had heard the name before.
Again, Derek chuckled at his obvious innocence. It was clear however, that he
found it amusing as opposed to annoying that Stiles kept asking questions,
which to him must have been the simplest questions in the world. “I guess you
can say it’s the Italian version of bacon. It’s not exactly the same thing,
because it isn’t smoked like bacon. I think it has a cleaner taste.”
Anything resembling bacon in any way sounded great to Stiles, he watched the
pancetta like a hawk and gently turned it in the pan ever so often to get a
perfect colour on every surface. “Is this okay?”
Derek leaned over his shoulder and rested his head next to his. Stiles was
overwhelmed by a newfound bliss as Derek gently placed his hands on top of his
and proceeded to cook while he hugged him from behind. “Perfect, we’ll just put
this to one side.” The crispy pancetta was tipped onto a plate with some
kitchen towel to get rid of the excess fat. “We’ll just use the pan as is; the
remaining fat will add some nice flavour to the sauce.” Derek picked up a piece
of pancetta and offered it to him. “Have a taste.”
Stiles could hardly focus on food with Derek standing so close to him, now
feeding him. He opened his mouth and allowed Derek to place it on his tongue.
Stiles’ mind and taste buds tried categorize the flavour and texture presented
to him. It was salty with a deep and meaty flavour, but as Derek had rightly
said, it was somehow milder than normal bacon. “It’s nice.” He smiled at Derek
who had moved on with other things.
“Right… can you pass me the parmesan?” Derek held out his hand and waited for
Stiles to hand him what he had asked for.
“Sure…” Stiles looked at the things laying on the table in front of him. This
time he knew that he was looking for cheese. And since there was only one kind
present, he felt confident when he handed it over to Derek with a smile. “There
you go.”
“Thanks.” Derek proceeded to grate the cheese into a bowl where he had already
cracked some eggs and added seasoning. “So, since you’ve never had carbonara
before, I guess you don’t mind if I add a little cream.”
Stiles shrugged his shoulders. “Cream, cheese and Italian bacon. This is
starting to sound good.”
“Great…” Derek handed him a whisk. “You’re in charge of the sauce. It’s pretty
easy as long as you don’t stop stirring.” The egg and cheese mixture was poured
into the pan and mixed with the leftover fat. “You have to start whisking so it
doesn’t scramble.”
Stiles nearly panicked, but followed Derek’s orders as best he could. “Wait… I
can’t… I have no idea what I’m doing.” He stirred away in hopes that everything
would work itself out.
“You’re doing great.” Derek smiled reassuringly while he poured some cream into
the pan. “Just make sure that you get everything on the bottom to move around.
The sauce has to thicken without the eggs scrambling.”
Stiles nodded and did his best to remain calm while he whisked the sauce
meticulously to make sure that nothing would stick to the pan. Little by
little, the sauce started getting thicker as Derek had told him it would.
Feeling pleased with himself and the fact that nothing had burst into flames so
far, he smiled at Derek. “Hey, this isn’t that difficult.”
“See, I told you.” Derek drained the pasta he had prepared while he had guided
Stiles. “All we need to do now is mix everything together and that’s it, dinner
is served.” Derek grabbed a spoon and checked the viscosity and taste of the
sauce. “Yep, that’s done.” He quickly took charge of things and gently pushed
Stiles to the side. He added the pasta directly to the sauce and mixed it all
together, making sure that everything was coated nicely. “Let’s eat.”
Although it was a relatively simple recipe that hadn’t taken that long to make,
Stiles could get used to cooking alongside Derek. He had always been interested
in food, but his interest had mainly revolved around eating it rather than the
actual cooking process. Stiles had enjoyed the experience immensely and had
even seen a completely new side of Derek that he didn’t know existed.
Obviously, Stiles already knew that Derek was a very kind-hearted and loving
person once you’ve gotten to know him, and that the tough facade he sometimes
put up was basically a defence mechanism that was there to prevent him from
getting hurt again. All that was very understandable when you thought about how
much Derek had suffered in his relatively short life span.
The thing that had surprised him was the fact that Derek was incredible family
oriented when you looked at the overall picture. He had rebuilt his family home
because he wanted to retain some kind of connection with the people he had
lost. In addition, he also wanted to create a place where he and his sister
Cora could try to repair their broken lives and eventually heal as much as it
was possible to do after surviving such a tragedy.
Even very simple things. Like offering to teach Stiles how to make Carbonara,
suggested that Derek was the type of person that took his time to help and
guide the people he cared for, despite the fact that it probably made things
unnecessarily hard for him as opposed to having done it by himself. Stiles
couldn’t help thinking that those were wonderful qualities, and that Derek
would be a fantastic father.
Stiles’ heart jumped. His face turned bright red at the thought of Derek being
a father figure. He shook his head and tried to hide his embarrassment since he
wasn’t going to be able to explain himself if Derek asked him what he was
thinking about, and even if he could actually explain himself, it would be far
too awkward to discuss.
Why was he thinking about such things? Stiles had never even contemplated
having children before. Did Derek even want to have children? The questions
that crowded his mind where too heavy and life changing for him to be able to
handle. Assuming that Derek even wanted to have children, there was no
guarantee that it was going to be with him.
“Is something wrong?” Derek smiled at him from across the room where he had
arranged the food at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, creating an informal and
cosy atmosphere for their meal.
“Nope, everything is just fine. I was thinking… nothing important though.” His
eyes lingered on Derek while he tried shaking his previous thought. “That
smells amazing.” As he went over and placed himself beside Derek, he kept
thinking about the prospect of having children with Derek. Stop it! We’re too
young… I’m too young. And we haven’t even been together all that long… and
besides, it won’t just happen that I wake up and find that I’m pregnant… so, no
worries… still… I might not be able to get pregnant… but that doesn’t mean that
I wouldn’t appreciate it if Derek did his best to breed me.
Derek hummed softly, which surprised him greatly.
Stiles was certain that Derek couldn’t read his mind. Still, the way Derek
looked at him made him feel like he could see right through him. Whether or not
it was a wise decision to ask Derek about it remained to be seen. “Did you
just… I mean?”
Derek had a devilish grin on his face as he stared back at him. “Read your
mind?”
“Wha..” Calm down! CALM THE FUCK DOWN! There is no way he could have… lucky
guess, that’s all…Stiles tried to calm himself and laugh it off. Nevertheless,
to be sure he cleared his throat and sent Derek the biggest puppy dog eyes he
could manage. “Werewolves can’t read minds… right?” He felt silly for asking,
but Derek’s behaviour had planted doubt so strong in his mind that he needed to
hear Derek tell him otherwise.
“No…” Derek shook his head and sighed. “But I don’t need to be a mind reader to
figure out what is going on inside that perfectly-silly head of yours.”
Stiles gulped. He looked at Derek in fear that he had accurately deduced what
had been going on inside his head. Derek smiled and started eating as if
everything was normal. The fact that Derek didn’t pressure him to confess or
teased him further, meant that Stiles was able to distance himself from his
somewhat strange thoughts and focus on the nice meal they shared together.
Derek handed him a small bowl with the toasted pancetta. “Just add as much as
you like.” He then returned his gaze onto his own plate and continued to eat.
Stiles looked at the bowl with crispy bits of meat in it. Derek had already
sprinkled some over his plate of food, so he initially contemplated taking the
rest for himself, but decided against it in the end, as he feared it could be
seen as him being greedy and selfish. Once the pancetta was mixed in with his
spaghetti and sauce, he got a big forkful of it and shoved it into his mouth.
Hot!He had foolishly underestimated how hot the food was going to be and jammed
it inside with no regards to how his poor sensitive tongue would react to the
sudden heat.
Derek chuckled, but refrained from calling him out on his silly mistake. Why
did Stiles make so many mistakes whenever Derek was around? Why did he feel
ten-times as clumsy and awkward as usual? Stiles sighed loudly. His every
waking moment was spent thinking about Derek, being with Derek, fantasizing
about Derek. He literally had Derek on his brain all the time, and lately the
werewolf had started appearing in his dreams as well. Stiles didn’t think of it
as a bad thing that he was so consumed by Derek, it was just overwhelming at
times.
Stiles tried tasting his food once again, this time taking care not to be
burned once more. The creamy egg and cheese-based sauce coated the inside of
his mouth and sent a comforting wave of emotions to his brain. It was as if a
blanket of nostalgia had been wrapped around him with that one bite, even
though it was the first time he had ever tried spaghetti Carbonara. He quickly
wolfed down more of the delicious meal and discovered new flavours hidden in
the depths of the cheesy goodness. The crispy pancetta was to die for, each
piece a little explosion of salt that made everything taste so much more
vibrant. “God! This is so good!” He didn’t care that he was stuffing his face
while he talked, each breath was wasted if it wasn’t used to eat more of the
food Derek had lovingly made for him.
“I’m guessing that you hate it?” Derek had stopped eating and was just watching
him feast on mouthful after mouthful.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Although he knew it was rhetorical, Stiles still
answered the question. “It’s cheese, cream, bacon… well, pancetta. All the good
stuff wrapped into one killer dish. I can’t believe I’ve never had this.”
Derek handed him one of the sodas he had put on the table at the beginning of
the meal. “I’m glad you like it. Want a drink?” Stiles nodded and accepted the
can as Derek passed it over. “I know it’s nothing fancy. I just felt like
staying in - just you and me. With no plans and nowhere to go. I’ll treat you
to a nice dinner another time - promise.”
Stiles took a sip of the soda and relaxed a little, feeling his heartrate
starting to calm down after he had just annihilated half the contents on his
plate. “Are you kidding me, I’m more than happy right now….” He paused thinking
over the meaning of his words. “…Not that I would say no if you wanted to ask
me out.” Derek smiled at him and nodded softly. He looked down for a second
before he refocused on Derek, staring into those big blue eyes he could get so
utterly lost in. “I just want to be with you, Derek. Food in my belly, you by
my side… what more could I want?” The silliness of his words hadn’t gone
unnoticed by Derek, still he neither grinned nor laughed at him. Instead, Derek
leaned in close and kissed Stiles softly while he pulled him and the chair he
was sitting closer. Without breaking their connection, Derek turned around and
guided Stiles onto his lap. There was no room for objections, as Derek didn’t
give him a choice in the matter. Soon he was sitting on Derek’s lap, face to
face with his werewolf lover. Stiles could feel his dick twitch and grow inside
his jeans, confided by the space and fighting to be free. Derek intensified the
next kiss by pressing his tongue passed Stiles’ lips and inside his mouth.
Stiles’ tongue was extra sensitive from being burned slightly, which meant that
each move of Derek’s incredibly agile muscle caused him to moan into his
partner’s mouth. Their groins rubbed against each other and increased Stiles’
libido tenfold. He could feel Derek’s erection through the fabric that divided
them and was filled with the need to grind against it even harder to work Derek
into as much of a sexual-frenzy as he could.
Derek caressed his body with his hands and moved them slowly down his backside,
where they eventually found their way to his perky butt. Stiles felt Derek
squeeze hard and press their bodies even closer together on the one seat. After
a few more sloppy kisses, Derek pulled away and looked him in the eye. “You’re
perfect. You know that?” Stiles giggled and tried to keep a straight face as
Derek ran his fingers through his hair. Derek sighed and looked at the food
standing next to them. “Your dinner is getting cold.”
Stiles tilted his head and looked at the half eaten plates of spaghetti. “So…
I’m hungry for something different now.” He leaned closer and nibbled on
Derek’s left earlobe while his hands explored the hard body beneath him. Stiles
pressed his nose into the nook of Derek’s neck and inhaled deeply. Derek
smelled so nice that it made Stiles shiver with excitement. He took another
sniff of his man and tried to figure out what his scent reminded him of. It was
musky sweet with a hint of pine hidden in the background. He could hardly
describe what it smelled like to him. Home, safety, love, SEX. In the end,
Derek smelled perfect to him because it was his scent, and his alone.
“No, you need to eat your dinner. We have to keep your strength up.” Derek
secured the weight of Stiles’ body with his left hand while he picked up his
fork with his right and scooped up some of the Carbonara and offered it to him.
“My Strength?” Stiles grinned and looked playfully at the rather serious
looking man in front of him. “Why? Do you something special in mind that
requires me to be at my absolute best?”
“Eat.” Derek looked directly at him with a stern face.
“Aaa…” Stiles eagerly opened his mouth and allowed Derek to feed him the creamy
spaghetti. The already delicious meal somehow tasted even more incredible now
that Derek did all the heavy lifting. After a couple of bits, Stiles returned
his attention to Derek’s mouth and placed an endless stream of soft kisses upon
his lips. “There, I’ve eaten. I’m fit for fight…” Stiles’ dick was still hard
and eager to be released from its confinements. “… Happy?”
Derek smiled and kissed him tenderly. “Very.”
“Perfect.” Stiles started grinding himself against Derek in an attempt to spur
him on. “Guess it’s time for dessert then?”
Derek hummed and pressed his face against Stiles’ chest. He sighed loudly and
began clearing the plates with his spare hand. “This needs to go in the
dishwasher.”
“Huh…” Dishwasher? Who cared about cleaning at a time like that? Stiles wrapped
his arms and legs around Derek with no intention of letting go. “Forget about
it. We’ll take care of it tomorrow.” Stiles frivolously rubbed his face against
Derek and started whining. “I won’t let you get up.”
Derek huffed and placed both his feet firmly on the floor. In one smooth and
easy move, he had gotten up with Stiles still clinging to him like a small
child. Once again, Derek’s raw power and endurance was demonstrated as he with
ease managed to clean up after their meal and put everything away while Stiles
held on for dear life. Derek lifted Stiles’ face and held it no more than an
inch from his own. “You were saying?”
“Show off!” Stiles buried his face into Derek’s neck and allowed him to take
him wherever he wanted. The ride through the house was rather enjoyable if he
was honest about it. Part of him wanted Derek to carry him everywhere from now
on; it was just so much easier than having to walk. Stiles laughed at himself,
although a nice idea to play with, it obviously wasn’t going to work in real
life. He had better just enjoy the feeling of being taken care off as long as
he could. Derek lowered himself and placed Stiles gently on the comfortable
couch that stood in the living room. With his muscles desperately needing a
break from having held on to Derek, he decided that now was probably the best
time to let go. He looked up at Derek and bit his lip seductively while he
tilted his head to the side.
Derek smiled at him and kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll be right back. Don’t
move… stay?”
Stiles turned his head and watched as Derek walked back towards the kitchen.
“I’m not a dog you know.” He shouted as Derek where exiting the room.
Stiles heard a faint laugh in the distance. “But you sure know how to beg like
one.”
His face turned red so fast that he didn’t know what hit him. Stiles focused on
the flat screen TV and tried to shake of Derek’s comment. He did not beg – Did
he? – Well, maybe, but not all the time, right? He waited patiently for Derek
to return and tried desperately to ignore the fact that it only proved Derek’s
dog comment right. It wasn’t long before Derek returned with thirst-quenchers
and snacks. Stiles examined the variety of things being placed on the table in
front of him. Potato chips, pretzels and popcorn, every salty snack you could
ever want was there for the taking. Stiles looked up at Derek and raised an
eyebrow.
Derek laughed and sat himself down beside him on the couch. “I know you love
salt. “
Stiles blushed an averted his gaze. He tapped his finger against the couch and
tried to control his sudden giddiness. “I need to go to the bathroom.” He
smiled awkwardly and got up from his seat.
Derek causally pointed towards the entrance hall. “Go the other way around the
kitchen and there’s a door on your left.”
Stiles’ feet moved fast and erratic. He nearly stumbled over the few furniture
pieces as he sprinted passed Derek and ran down the hall. Bathroom… Bathroom….
If I were a bathroom? Aha!He found the door that Derek had mentioned and
entered the washroom. He had never seen a black bathroom before. Stiles almost
bended his neck out of shape as he tried to look at all the design features
while he took care of business. As he washed his hands afterwards, he stared at
himself in the large wall mounted mirror above the basin. He turned the tab to
cold and splashed his face with the refreshing water in hopes that it would
help him clear his thoughts. Stiles couldn’t quite figure out if he was
overreacting, or if Derek really had turned him down when he had bluntly
confessed that he had been in the mood for something dirty earlier.
The matter of fact was that Derek had somehow convinced him that they should
wait and hang out together first. Although the idea seemed nice enough, Stiles
really just wanted to get to the good part and enjoy the time he had with his
werewolf as much as possible. Why am I in such a rush?
Obviously, Derek was an incredibly sexy and funny guy that would get anyone’s
engine going, however, was there really any harm in just taking things slow and
enjoy his company before he got to enjoy that massive tool he had felt earlier
when he had straddled Derek in the kitchen. Get a grip! Derek wants you, bad.
You know that already… how could he not with that sweet ass?Stiles twisted
around and checked out his rear in the mirror in order to verify. Yep,
perfect!He sighed loudly and shook himself in order to get rid of the nervous
energy that bugged him. Stiles returned to the living room to find Derek
sitting in front of the television, waiting for his return. He smiled at Derek
as he entered the room.
Derek looked up at him from his seat and returned his smile with one as eagerly
stunning; he leaned back and made himself comfortable before he signalled for
Stiles to rest himself against him.
Stiles did as he had been told and made himself comfortable next to Derek. He
rested his head on Derek’s shoulder and took a deep breath to calm himself. He
had somewhat gotten to terms with the fact that Derek wanted to wait a little
before they jumped in bed and tried his best to respect that by just being as
positive and relaxed as he could be.
Derek put his arm around him and pulled him closer still. He placed a sweet
kiss on the top of his head and started flipping through some of the channels.
“So, what are you in the mood for?” Stiles just shrugged his shoulders since he
really had no preference one way or the other. Derek hummed softly in response.
“I have Netflix, if you wanna see a movie? Or we could play a game instead – I
have an X-box and PlayStation 4, anything you like.”
What he would like was for Derek to rip his clothes off and ravage him. Stiles
smiled and turned his face so he could look at Derek. “A movie sounds nice.”
Derek nodded. “Movie it is.” It really did sound nice. Just the two of them
being together, watching a movie and enjoying each other’s company like Derek
had wanted. “Let’s see now…” Derek flipped through the options and mumbled
under his breath. “… Should we watch something romantic?” Derek studied his
reaction with the utmost attention, which made him slightly nervous to respond.
Stiles frowned and shook his head. He had never been that much interested in
your average romantic story where the hero always gets the girl in the end.
“Alright.” Derek continued to look through the movies on offer.
Suddenly, Stiles spotted an old classic that he could never get tired of
watching. “Back to the Future!”
His excitement surprise Derek, but he just smiled politely and nodded. “Well,
it is a classic. I’ll give you that.” Derek pushed play and put down the remote
before he snuggled up with Stiles on the couch.
As the opening credits rolled on screen, Stiles thanked his lucky star for
haven gotten him to such a perfect moment in time. He was there, in Derek’s
house, sitting next to the man he loved, watching an old movie with him. There
were salty snacks and drinks enough to satisfy anyone’s thirst. What more could
he really ask for? He smiled and allowed his mind to follow the movie and let
go of whatever worries that had bothered him before. He was content – he was
happy. Throughout the first half of the movie, Derek made small comments about
the plot and general story. It didn’t bother him though, as he enjoyed hearing
Derek’s opinion. It didn’t take long before Stiles started feeling sleepy. He
closed his eyes and followed the movie with his ears only, which wasn’t that
much of a problem as he could easily imagine what was going on based on the
sound and his previous memory of the movie. The last thing he could remember
was Derek’s modest laughter and the feeling of warmth wrapping itself around
him.
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“Stiles?” A soft voice called out to him. “Stiles? Are you awake?” Derek smiled
warmly at him as he opened his eyes and rubbed them in an attempt to focus.
“Yea… I’m awake… I was just resting my eyes… no biggie…” Stiles glared at the
darkened screen with row upon row of end credits running across it. “… Wait, is
the movie over already?” Last thing he knew, they were only about half way into
the movie where Marty McFly had made a complete mess of everything and risked
destroying the timeline. “Guess I must have dozed off.” Stiles was quite
confused by the whole incident and couldn’t quite believe that he had fallen
asleep. He hadn’t been all that tired, but resting comfortably against Derek’s
hard and well-defined chest had apparently been more relaxing than he had
anticipated.
“The movie is over.” Derek’s words were soft and danced almost unnoticeably
across his skin and found their way to his ears. “You can keep sleeping if you
want.” Derek ran his hand comfortingly down Stiles’ side and caressed him
gently.
“No…” Stiles tried to sit up, but found that his limbs had become numb and
wouldn’t follow his orders as perfectly as he had wanted them to. “… Just give
me a minute.” He felt lightheaded and had difficulties getting up from his
seat.
Luckily, Derek offered him his hand and helped him to his feet. “Take it easy,
okay?” Derek seemed as amused by his silliness as ever and chuckled as Stiles
clung to his body in order to steady himself.
“I’m fine…” Stiles yawned loudly and stretched himself in a desperate attempt
to get his blood pumping. “… What’s next?”
Derek smiled softly at him. “You’re in no shape to do anything but sleep… let’s
just get you to…”
“No!” Stiles whined and pulled at Derek’s arm. He didn’t want their night to
end with him falling asleep on his own. And he didn’t want Derek to tell him
that he had to go to bed. At least not in that manner.
Derek laughed wholeheartedly. “Alright. Then we need to perk you up somehow.”
He sent him a devilish smile that almost did the job right away as it sent
shivers down Stiles’ spine.
“Wha…” Derek shushed him and took him by the hand. Stiles wondered what Derek
had up his sleeve, but decided that the best course of action would be to
follow his lead. What did he have planned that would make him wide-awake? He
followed Derek in silence as he guided him up the stairs and entered the first
floor of the house. Derek led him down a corridor and opened a door for him to
walk through. Stiles stepped inside the room and was taken aback by the warm
atmosphere inside. This was Derek’s bedroom – he was standing in Derek’s
bedroom!
Derek closed the door behind them and continued further inside the large
bedroom suite. Stiles was both surprised and completely at ease with the décor.
He smiled as it warmed his heart to find out that Derek actually had some
memorabilia left from his past. Derek’s bedroom was the only place Stiles had
seen in the house that felt more like a home, rather than a fancy design
gallery. Unlike the rest of the house, this room had what few pictures Derek
had left of his family scattered throughout. There were strange and seemingly
out of place objects, like a badly burned and destressed kids three wheel bike
that stood almost proudly on display in one of the corners. Even the
architectural features of this space were more comforting and warm compared to
the rest in the house. A large exposed wooden beam ran from either side of the
room and added a sense of stability and nostalgia with its old-fashioned and
natural look. The impressive feature wall behind Derek’s king-size bed amazed
him with its raw beauty. The exposed brick wall stood apart from the other
white and flawless walls and exuded patina and history.
“Come.” Derek gently tugged at his hand and guided him towards whatever
destination he had in mind.
Soon Stiles found himself standing alongside Derek in the middle of the
adjoining bathroom. It had a similar style to the one downstairs with its large
black surfaces and chrome fixtures. Before he had a chance to ask Derek what
was going on, he was assaulted by a stream of passionate kisses that nearly
knocked him over. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek so as not to fall and
embarrass himself.
Derek’s hands were all over his body; he pulled off Stiles’ clothes and threw
them to the side without a second of concern as to what he was thinking.
Stiles grabbed at Derek’s t-shirt and furiously pulled it off him and revealed
those sculpted abs that he had dreamed about so many times. Fuck yes!His heart
pumped hard and his blood was already rushing towards his groin in preparation
for things to come. Things were finally heating up as he had wanted them to
ever since he had set foot in Derek’s house, however, Stiles wondered why Derek
had brought him to the bathroom as they could just as easily have done this in
the bedroom where there was a perfectly good bed almost built for the purpose.
With the both of them standing there half-naked and breathing heavily, Stiles
gazed into Derek’s eyes. “What are we doing? I mean… here?”
Derek smirked before he placed a firm and long-lasting kiss on Stiles’ lips. He
broke off and walked over to the large shower, dropping his boxers on the way
and stood there in all his glory. Derek opened the glass door and smiled at him
with his eyes glowing brightly. “Care to join me?”
Stiles gulped and felt his dick twitch as he swallowed. He pulled his underwear
down, dropped them on the floor, and tiptoed over to Derek while he tried to
hide his erection. It wasn’t because he didn’t want Derek to know that he was
attracted to him, far from it. It was more that he felt embarrassed for once
again being so excited that his cock was already at fully erect and leaking.
Derek stood there, stoic and perfect in his own way as Stiles walked passed him
into the shower. Derek was visually aroused as well, his enticing piece hanging
thick and half-erect between his muscular legs where it called out to Stiles to
get his hands and mouth on it as quickly as possible.
The water poured out the raindrop showerhead and drenched them both in warm and
soothing rain. Derek pulled Stiles close and placed his hands firmly on his
slippery cheeks and dug his fingernails into them. Stiles moaned and threw his
head backwards in pleasure, which allowed Derek room to place soft kisses all
over his neck and down his collarbone while he added pressure and squeezed
harder. Stiles sighed as Derek let go with his right hand and leaned over and
grabbed a bottle of shower gel. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Derek smiled and
poured the gel over Stiles’ chest in three quick spurts before he poured some
on his own skin as well. It was clear that Derek did not intend to break their
physical connection no matter what; he kept his left hand firmly on Stiles’
cheek while he started rubbing him down, getting the soap everywhere.
Stiles rubbed his erection against Derek’s body while his hands searched for
his alluring manhood. He smiled and felt his heart skip a beat as he firmly
wrapped his hand around the now even more aroused cock in front of him and
started playing with Derek’s foreskin.
Derek roared into his ear and threw his hips forward and poked Stiles square in
the gut with his fully erect dick that required both of Stiles’ hands to hold
onto it. With no warning, Derek slid his soaped up fingers down Stiles’ crack
and guided them towards his hole. Stiles body trembled as the tip of Derek’s
middle finger pressed gently against his entrance. He leaned himself towards
Derek and pushed out his backside in an attempt to give him more room to work
with. Derek grinned and rubbed two fingers against Stiles’ eager hole while he
gazed deep into his eyes. “We need to clean every last inch of your soft,
delicate skin.”
Stiles legs had started shaking and he was now relying completely on Derek to
make sure he didn’t tumble over. The attention to his skin and especially the
devotion Derek showed his pink hole made Stiles’ dick go so hard that it was
almost too painful to bear. Stiles frantically pulled at Derek’s cock and
started jerking him off as a response to the treatment he was receiving.
“Ah…” Derek placed his hands around Stiles’ wrists and halted his movement.
“Slow down… why are you in such a rush?”
Stiles stared blankly at him. He didn’t think that he was being exceptionally
fast in away way, he just did whatever he felt like doing. Right now, all he
wanted was to touch Derek and be touched, claimed. “I’ve wanted to feel your
massive dick in my hands ever since you picked me up at my house…” Stiles tried
to move his hands but found that Derek didn’t loosen his grip and kept his
hands still yet firmly wrapped around his giant pole. “… I can practically
taste it already, just thinking about it… fuck! The more time we spend
together… the more I want you.” Stiles searched Derek’s eyes for a sign that he
felt the same way about him. Derek looked hungrily at him and softened his grip
around his wrists, which allowed Stiles to lower himself and kneel down on the
wet stone floor in front of Derek.
Stiles took a deep breath and tilted his head back and gazed up into Derek blue
eyes, taken in and enjoying the contours and curves of his body.
Derek slowly raised an eyebrow at him and confidently wrapped his hand around
the base of his huge dick and presented it for Stiles to do with as he pleased.
“Well?” Derek teased him by dangling his meat in front of him.
Without hesitation, Stiles licked his lips and opened his mouth. He playfully
stuck out his tongue and pressed it against the tip of Derek’s dick, enjoying
the small involuntary jump Derek made as his warm soft tongue connected with
his sensitive member. Stiles licked gently at it while he lowered his own hand
down and started slowly jerking himself. Derek huffed and started swaying back
and forth; clearly wanting Stiles to take his piece into his mouth, but
refrained from taking action and allowed Stiles to remain in control for now.
Stiles had just been about to start sucking on it when Derek’s behaviour
triggered a fiendish desire to tease him. He smiled to himself and ran his
index finger up and down the side of Derek’s now throbbing erection. Gently,
Stiles lifted Derek’s dick up and exposed the underside of it, where he slowly
started placing small soft kisses from the base and all the way to the top. It
appeared that Derek was especially sensitive there, indicated by the soft moans
that increased in force with each kiss Stiles placed along his shaft. Stiles’
dick twitched in his hand and made him aware of just how much he wanted to get
as much of Derek as he possibly could inside his mouth. As a final appetizer,
Stiles pressed his tongue on the base of Derek’s shaft and licked its entire
length from the bottom to the top in one single stoke.
Derek hummed as Stiles parted his lips and allowed the head of his cock to
slide inside his warm and moist mouth. He took his time and suckled lightly on
the head with no plan for moving on anytime soon. Stiles could feel how Derek
became impatient and started curling his toes. The urge to get it down his
throat was too much for Stiles to resist when Derek obviously wanted him to
start sucking on it more intensely as well.
Stiles started slow, not knowing exactly how much of it he’d be able to take,
he allowed the head to slide all the way inside along with the first of many
inches to come. Derek softly placed his right hand on top of Stiles’ head and
rested it there without adding any pressure. The feeling and taste of Derek’s
dick made Stiles pick up the speed in which he worked his own leaking cock.
Soon, Stiles had found a steady rhythm that allowed him to take around half of
Derek’s size into his mouth and down his gullet. The handsome werewolf had
begun to breathe more erratically as Stiles conquered yet another inch with his
mouth.
Derek’s hand slipped playfully though Stiles’ hair and pressed gently against
the back of his head in a bid for him to take even more of the huge rock hard
dick that was sliding down his throat. Stiles pushed himself as far as he could
and tried taking even more of Derek, but struggled to press the last remaining
inches down his throat. Suddenly, the pressure Derek added at the back of his
head increased to the point where Stiles didn’t have a chance to resist if he
had wanted to.
Stiles’ eye began to water. The inside of his throat burned as Derek forced him
to take every inch of his dick down his throat and held his face in place after
Stiles’ gag reflex had started going into overdrive. It was all a blurry
mixture of pain and pleasure when Derek released his grip and Stiles pulled
back and started coughing and spitting violently on the floor. Every breath was
painful to him. Stiles’ mouth was raw and his heart pumped so furiously that he
feared it might explode. He looked up at Derek and gasped. The soft expression
on Derek’s face combine with his throbbing erection was almost too much for him
to handle. Stiles’ dick was unbelievably hard, leaking pre-cum, even after the
intense experience and strain on his throat.
Stiles grabbed Derek’s cock and sucked on it with increased vigour. Pleasuring
Derek felt like the most natural thing in the world to him, he got such a buzz
every time something he did made Derek moan that he could probably get off on
the feeling alone. For a second, he wondered. Did feeling that way make him a
whore? Stiles giggled while he sucked on Derek’s cock and played with his own
erection. He didn’t care what it made him, as long as he could be the one to
please Derek, he was happy.
He was getting close, sucking, jerking off; he was almost ready to explode.
Derek must have noticed that he were nearing his limit. He pulled back and
stopped Stiles from continuing his lengthy blowjob.
Stiles battled to regain his breath and looked up. “Do you have something for
me?” He was so horny that he felt completely unashamed and smiled seductively
at Derek.
Derek smiled back at him while he lightly tugged at his own dick that Stiles
had gotten good and wet by now. “Not yet…” He helped Stiles back on his feet
and removed the hand that had been glued around his cock doing the whole blow
job session, much to Stiles annoyance as he had been more than ready to cum.
The water stopped and peace descended upon the room. Stiles wondered why Derek
had turned off the water and stopped what they were doing. Although, it did
seem to have been a recurring theme for some reason. “Wha…” Derek silenced him
by kissing him hard. Soon Stiles was being wrapped in a comfortable towel and
dried off by Derek who ran his hands up and down his body, making sure there
wasn’t a single drop of water left on his soft skin. He stood in silence with
his dick still rock hard and observed Derek as he finished drying himself. What
now?
Derek took him by the hand and guided him back to the bedroom where they found
their way over to the king-size bed that looked oh so comfortable. A moment
later, Derek had removed the duvet, prepared a soft and clean surface on the
bed, and gestured for Stiles to get into bed. Stiles didn’t want to argue and
did what he had been told and jumped on to the bed. Derek smiled and gently
turned him onto his stomach and provided him with two pillows for comfort, one
for his head so he could relax his neck and lie comfortably, and one he
discreetly pushed in under Stiles’ crotch as support for his pelvis, which
caused Stiles to have his ass fully on display.
Stiles was intrigued by Derek’s movements and followed him with his eyes as
best he could from his newfound position. It was hard to see what was going on,
but eventually Derek joined him in bed. While Stiles was lying down, resting
comfortably on his forearms, Derek positioned himself behind him with his knees
on either side of him and casually rested his dick in between Stiles’ butt
cheeks. It nestled perfectly in his crack and drove Stiles wild with
anticipation.
“Just relax.” Derek’s words were followed by the unmistakable sound of the lid
on a bottle being opened, which caused every hair on Stiles’ body to stand.
However, what happened next wasn’t what he had expected.
Cold! So, cold!Stiles’ body shivered as a cool liquid was poured onto his back.
“Don’t forget to breathe.” Derek placed his hands gently on his back and
started moving around in a slow steady rhythm.
The pressure on his lower back made Stiles yelp as Derek rubbed his hands up
and down. Although it was obvious what was going on, Stiles still questioned
the turn of events. “What are you doing?”
“What does it feel like I am doing?” Derek continued to move around behind him.
“It feels like you ar… ARE! Giving me a mas…” Derek applied additional pressure
with his thumbs on either side of his spine and made him cry out. “…Oh, God… A
massage?”
“That’s fortunate. Guess I’m not doing a terrible job since you were able to
figure it out.” Stiles couldn’t see Derek’s expression, although he didn’t need
to look at him in order to know that a huge grin was painted across his face.
“But why?” Stiles was getting impatient. Effectively, Derek had provided him
with the longest sustained case of blue balls he had ever experienced.
Derek chuckled. “I don’t want this time to be rushed. I want to enjoy every
single moment with you to its fullest, and I want you to do the same.” Stiles
felt how Derek ran his knuckles across his skin and started really working his
muscles, which actually loosened him up. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” The answer came so fast that it almost surprised himself. If Derek wanted
to give him a back rub and be gentle, Stiles should just be happy that he had
such a loving and considered boyfriend instead of moaning about him not getting
to the good part fast enough. He took a deep breath and did his best to relax
while Derek worked his lower back and hip, gradually warming his skin and
increasing the blood flow. Stiles was normally quite ticklish and tried to hold
in his laughter when Derek’s fingers slid softly down his spine and stopped
right at the top of his crack. Ah… that feels nice…He was pleasantly surprised
when Derek started massaging his glute and buttocks.
During his massage, Derek moved around and positioned himself differently
depending on which area he focused on. After some time, Stiles had begun to
feel quite comfortable and almost serene. The fact that Derek’s hands ran up
and down his cheeks, squeezed them, spread them apart, was all part of the
experience and seemed perfectly normal to him. Stiles inhaled deeply and
giggled as Derek kissed his lower back, then each of his thighs before he moved
into uncharted territory. Suddenly, his heartrate skyrocket as Derek placed a
kiss on the inside of his left cheek, dangerously close to his anus.
Stiles was just about to say something when Derek beat him to it. “Is this
alright?” Derek carefully placed another kiss in the same spot on his right
cheek. Stiles couldn’t find words and resorted to moaning softly, which Derek
skilfully interpreted as a yes. “Good.” Derek increased the pressure of each
kiss; he worked his way closer to Stiles’ pink flower bud, and skilfully danced
around the edge.
All of a sudden, it dawned on him why Derek had insisted on getting him cleaned
up and had worked his hole with his soapy finger in the shower. Uncertain if he
was ready or even wanted what Derek was clearly willing to do, he voiced his
hesitation. “Are you doing what I think you are?”
A primal roar crept up on him and made him shiver as Derek confidently spread
his cheeks further apart. “Unless you tell me no.”
Stiles bit his lip and wrestled with the idea before his curiously got the
better of him. His ass was on display and completely vulnerable with Derek
ready to bring him a whole new world of pleasure. He remained silent and waited
for the moment when Derek would start.
After a little while, Derek had deduced that since Stiles hadn’t told him no,
he had the go ahead to do what he had planned for. At first, Stiles’ sphincter
tightened in response to Derek’s wet tongue. Slowly, he started moving around
and carefully added pressure to Stiles’ hole with the tip of his tongue, which
instantly caused his dick to react and go completely hard once more. Oh,
that’s….ah…In small circular motions, Derek’s moves increased in confidence as
Stiles continued to get used to the new and wonderful feeling of getting his
tight hole licked and explore by such a flexible muscle as the tongue. The
pleasure was not for Stiles alone it would seem as Derek reached around his
thighs and grabbed hold in order for him to get even deeper inside. Stiles’
moans only spurred the werewolf on as he worked with great enthusiasm.
Stiles felt a tickle deep inside him. His heart was pounding furiously at his
chest as the awkward and slightly weird sensation of being licked turned into
red-hot passion and made him even hornier than he had ever been before. As much
as he enjoyed it, he wanted Derek to fuck him. Later wasn’t an option anymore
as Stiles’ body screamed out for something to penetrate it. Mixed together with
his soft moans, Stiles managed to form a sentence to express his desire.
“Derek? … ah… AH! Please… Derek. Fuck me!” As the blissful feeling of Derek’s
tongue on his hole faded, Stiles tried bracing himself.
Derek reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube from the side table next to his
bed. He poured some lube on two of his fingers, which he then used to coat the
Stiles’ opening and greased it up in preparation. Stiles relished in the
feeling of being penetrated by Derek’s fingertips, but craved something more
substantial to fill his needs. Derek pressed gently against Stiles’ hole with
the tip of his dick. All his hard work seemed to have paid off as the head
slipped inside beautifully and without any real resistance. Stiles moaned and
pressed his face into the pillow; he could feel how Derek gradually added more
pressure and started sliding his cock inside him, inch by inch. Derek tickled
his skin with his fingers while his dick penetrated him and pushed further
inside. “God! You’re so tight!” Stiles’ laughter made him tighten his muscles
and caused Derek to moan as his already tight hole clinched around his dick.
“Ah, fuck!” Derek grabbed him at the waist and added more pressure.
“AH! Fuc..” Stiles inhaled deeply as Derek’s cock invaded him and stretched his
hole. “That’s so….” Derek started moving his hips back and forth and fucked him
gently with the inches that had made their way inside. Slowly but surely,
Stiles got used to the feeling as the initial pain diminished. He gasped for
air as Derek increased the speed of his movements. Fucking hell! He’s so big!
“I’m going to fuck you until you scream, Stiles.” Derek growled and pressed his
dick further inside him. His moves became stronger and faster with each thrust,
forcing Stiles to moan desperately into his pillow.
Stiles was so ready for this that he couldn’t believe it, he wanted Derek to
fuck him so bad that he almost couldn’t handle it now that it happened. “Yea…
fu… fuck me!” Stiles request was answered by a loud roar and followed by Derek
furiously fucking him from behind without holding back any longer. Everything
was so incredible, the pain was nothing in comparison to the pleasure he felt
every time Derek’s dick pushed inside him and made his entire body shiver with
excitement. “Aaa… Der…” Stiles clenched his teeth and pulled desperately at the
sheets. “I’m going to… to…”
Cum gushed violently from his sore erection and drenched the sheets underneath.
His dick kept twitching and squirting out more and more cum with every thrust
of Derek’s cock, until he felt his balls aching and completely emptied.
Used and unable to move, Stiles could barely find the strength he needed to ask
Derek to grant him release. “Please cum soon… I… can’t…”
“You want it?!” Derek continued to fuck him hard with no end in sight.
Stiles swallowed, his lips were dry and cracked as he spoke. “Yes…”
“Say you want it.” Derek slowed down to a slow steady rhythm with each thrust
spanning almost his entire length.
“I want you… to cum inside me!” Stiles begged him to give him the thing that
would send his already intense orgasm over the top and enter the realm of
euphoria.
Derek roared loudly and pushed all the way inside Stiles, stretching him with
everything he got. His massive dick was balls deep and pulsated furiously
inside him. Fuck!Stiles felt how hot semen poured out and filled him up to the
point where he thought he was going to burst. The small pillow that Stiles had
used for support and the sheets beneath where covered in his cum and stuck to
his damp skin. Holy… That… I….
Derek had stopped moving. His dick was still jammed deep inside of Stiles and
remained as rock hard as before, despite having just filled him to the brink
with his werewolf-semen.
They were both short of breath and sweated profusely. Stiles was so tired that
he barely registered the soft kisses that Derek planted on his neck and
shoulders. He felt sore all over and gasped at the pain that ran through him as
Derek slowly pulled out of him and left a hole inside him where his body had
formed itself around his dick after repeated prodding. A small smile lingered
on Stiles’ lips despite the intense pain. The heights of ecstasy he had reached
far outweighed any negative and had left him satisfied beyond belief. In his
drowsy state, he had hardly discerned that Derek had moved himself and
rearranged things while he remained motionless.
Derek cuddled up to him and gently tried to turn him over. Stiles couldn’t
comprehend moving at all, his legs felt numb and every muscle in his body still
tense and overworked. “I… I can’t… let me just rest a minute first.” Stiles’
heartrate had finally subsided and his eyelid refused to listen when he tried
to keep them from closing.  
Derek nuzzled his face against Stiles’ shoulder and kissed him gently. “I love
you.”
“I love… you… too, Der…” Stiles dozed off after his body finally gave itself
over to his overwhelming need for rest. The last thing that went through his
mind before he drifted off was the incredible feeling he had inside of being
loved, satisfied and cared for. All because of Derek who was lying next to him.
And the best part about the whole thing was – Derek was going to be there in
the morning when he wakes up.
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