Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12077286. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Teen_Wolf_(TV) Relationship: Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski Character: Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Derek_Hale Additional Tags: Fluff_and_Smut, First_Time, Protective_Derek, Crying Stats: Published: 2017-09-13 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2744 ****** I DON'T GET IT ****** by allkindsoflove Summary Stiles is confused. He has told Scott his “Derek and the Stranger Danger” story for the third time and it seems Scott will not be able to help him sort his feelings out either. Stiles needs to get them sorted and fast. Like super quick because he is supposed to meet Derek in about an hour and he needs to get his head straight. “Straight,” ha, yeah right. Notes Found this in an old email. I know it was posted on here before, but for the life of me, I can not remember why I removed it. Oh well, hope you enjoy. (still not edited, still don't own any of the TW characters) ***** Weird, man. Weird. ***** Stiles is confused. He has told Scott his “Derek and the Stranger Danger” story for the third time and it seems Scott will not be able to help him sort his feelings out either. Stiles needs to get them sorted and fast. Like super quick because he is supposed to meet Derek in about an hour and he needs to get his head straight. “Straight,” ha, yeah right. "I still don't get it and you're getting me dizzy. Relax. Stop pacing back and forth, sit down and just tell me the story again." "Geez Scott, I already told you. Three times! It's not going to change if I tell you again." "Look, chill out already and just tell me the story. You bumped into Derek at the gas station this morning. There was a long line to pay and you were leaning on the counter and he got behind you and was rude." "No! That's not how it started at all. No wonder you're no help, you're not even listening to me. I said, that he was already in line behind this grandpa looking man and I got behind him. The cashier was new and she was taking FOREVER ringing Gramps up. Derek wasn't being rude or anything. He saw me and gave me one of those silent 'hey dude' head nods and I gave him one in return. Then he turned to look at the lady and I wanted to see what exactly she was doing to the register too because she was beginning to sound stressed and like was cursing under her breath and it was getting a little hilarious." "Stiles, get back to the story." "That's part of the story! I wanted to see what was up so I leaned on the counter to get a better look. It was funny, she was like just pushing the same button with one finger on her right hand and kind of tapping the register with the other like if a few taps were going to magically get the register to open." "Stiles." "Stop interrupting! Listen! It was funny! I didn't want to be rude by laughing out loud so I just kind of snickered a bit. Derek heard and looked over to me and he thought it was funny too. He gave me one of those half smiles and his eyes were all shiny with amusement and shit. It was weird! It caught me a little off guard and I wasn't paying attention that there were people behind me already. He turned to look at the lady again and I was just quiet and in shock of his sudden personality change so I didn't really notice that someone was getting closer to my back. I moved closer to the counter and then I felt it. I quietly freaked and I guess I moved closer to Derek out of instinct or whatever. He looked at me and was already on high alert." "And that's when he went all territorial." "No, dude, not yet. He got all close and whispered 'Stiles, what's wrong?' and I sort of whispered back, 'they grabbed my butt' and he was all 'what' like he couldn't believe I had just said that and I didn't really believe it either, I mean it's not like we were at a club full of horny drunk people, we were at a gas station. In the morning. Who expects that to ever happen to them in that scenario? I was all 'someone just grabbed my butt. Hard. It hurt,' and like I couldn't even look him int the eye as I said it." "You were embarrassed?" "I don't know, like ashamed maybe, even if I didn't really understand why. Then Derek grabbed me and pulled me behind him and he gets like directly in front of this mountain man looking dude and asks all scary and low 'did you just touch my guy?" "His guy/" "Yes! His guy! Like what the fuck! Since when am I someone's guy? Since when does Derek think of me, Stiles, as HIS?" "Super weird man." "I know! Then the dude like shamelessly says all calm, 'oh that twink bending over the counter presenting himself like he's ready to be mounted? Yeah, what of it?" "What a jack ass." "I know! Then Derek just like pounces on him. He grabs him by his shirt and just moves him out of the line and out the door! And I'm there in line still just completely insulted that the dude called me a twink. And then I thought 'what the hell, I wasn't presenting myself, that's like victim blaming dude.' And then, oh my goodness Scott, and then I thought 'Derek is going to kill him.' Like, it took me that long to even realize that yeah, Derek didn't like what the jerk said at all and I'm still just standing there dumbfounded. Then the fucking cashier says, 'hey kid, you better go out there. Your man is out there defending your virtue, the least you can do is cheer him on,' and other people were like 'yeah, go get him." "She said 'your man'?" "Yeah, like it wasn't strange to her. That Derek and I being together like that was no big deal. Like if Derek wasn't completely out of my league." "Hey! He is to in your league." "Awe, thanks Scottie, it's cute that you think so." "What are you talking about? Derek would be lucky to have you. He's messed up and uptight and you actually understand him." "Oh, come on Scott." "NO. I don't want to hear you talk badly about yourself. You are awesome. Continue with the story." "Thanks buddy. So then I go outside and I see Derek leaning against my Jeep looking like his normal growly self and I walk over and look around and don't see the dude anywhere. Derek then just says 'don't worry about him, I sent him on his way, he won't bother you or anyone else anymore.' and I say 'um, thanks' still quiet cus I don't want to like piss him off anymore cus he still looked pissed off, but like a different kind of pissed off, not the regular 'why don't you ever do as I say' pissed off he always is." "Breathe, Stiles." "Aaaaannnyyyy waaaaay, his face like changes from growly to like soft an concerned, it was weird man, weird. He gets closer and like puts his hands on my face. MY FACE SCOTT! Like all soft and caring and asks 'Stiles are you ok?' all softly and shit and I just nod cus DEREK FREAKING HALE has one hand holding my cheek and the other holding my hip and it was WEIRD!" "I would have been stuck still too, that's just so not something I would ever think would happen." "I know! He then just smiles a bit and tells me 'meet me at my place or dinner at 7 and we'll talk about a few things ok?' and again, I just nod and he's all smiling and says 'great, see you later Stiles' and just walks away." "It will be 7 soon and you have to go to his place for a dinner." "Yes." "Like a date?" "I have no clue. Seriously, no clue what so ever. I have been stressing about this all day. I don't get it. Like what if it's not a date and I get all excited and hopeful and shit and he just wants to talk about self defense or something mundane like that. That's why I came here, I need a second opinion and you haven't been helpful, like at all." "I needed to really thing about it and now that you told me the story a couple of times." "Four. Four times." "Now that you told me the story FOUR times, I think it's a date." "Really?" "Yeah, I mean, the dude called you 'his guy' and like the cashier said, defended your virtue. He also asked you for 'dinner' not a meeting or to hang. He said 'dinner' at 7. To me, that's a date." "So you think he likes me?" "I think it's a safe bet." "Oh my God, Derek Hale likes me! What do I do?" " You go home, take a shower, cus all your stress has you reeking of sweat, and then dress in something comfortable, but presentable, not this hobo chic look you have going for you." "Hey, I don't dress hobo chic, and oh my God, I can't believe you even know the term. Much less use it in a sentence correctly." "Whatever man, go home, calm down, and see him and just listen to what he has to say. And if he says something along the lines of him liking you, tell him the truth." " That I think he's God's gift to all who see and that I have been obsessed with him since I first saw him but never ever did I think I was even a blip on his apparent gaydar?" "Maybe not in those words, but tell him you do like him, but didn't really think of any scenario beyond an unrequited crush and that you may need some time to process any new information he may give you. You would be honest and sincere and you won't come off to strong." "Wow, Scottie, that is actually perfect advice." "I told you I was helpful, now go get ready for your first date with Derek." "I'm outtie. By bud, seriously dud, thanks a lot. See you later." "Text me what happens, but keep it PG." Scott is right, Stiles can totally be smooth and calm when he meets Derek. He will not act like a giddy school girl and scare him away. I mean, he totally feels like a giddy school girl, but he will make certain not to show it. Now all he has to do is go home and dig into his closet and put on something nice. Oh no, he hasn't done laundry in about a week. What the hell is he going to wear? ***** Again with the Weirdness ***** Chapter Summary Stiles is a genius. Chapter Notes Here be the E!   When he found his striped "Miguel" shirt on the floor of his closet, he knew he had to wear it tonight. He was expecting it to be a funny ice breaker when he showed up at Derek's, a conversation starter to ease his nerves. Stiles thought he was pretty smart for wearing it, but nope. He wasn't just smart, Stiles was a freakin' genius. As soon as Derek saw him he inhaled deeply, his eyes flashed and quickly grabbed Stiles towards him and led him to his bed. Yep, Stiles is currently a naked, sweaty, panting mess and he couldn't imagine ever feeling so happy before in his life. He is sure that Derek is now his favorite person in the history of ever and Stiles is currently thanking God and Scott for their part in making tonight happen. He is lying on his left side with his back to Derek's chest and jacking himself off with his right hand while he plays with his balls with his left. He has done this exact same thing numerous times before but he never imagined he would be doing it while simultaneously sucking on Derek's left thumb and pushing back onto the right pointer finger that Derek is using to slowly open him up. Feeling Derek's breath on his neck and listening to the filthy commentary he's whispering while defiling Stile is the best thing ever. Stiles knows he is ruined for anyone else. He knows he will no longer ever ever ever get it up for anyone but Derek and he's one hundred thousand percent ok with that. Just listen to him. Derek is just super awesome. "Fuck Stiles. You have no idea how many fantasies I've had of you. By you've surpassed them all. I always thought you would maybe play coy and a little hard to get, but look at you. You are so submissive. So willing to take anything I give you. You're beautiful mouth sucking on my thumb, it's making me so fucking hard. I can't wait to have it around my dick. I just know you will be perfect. Fuck Stiles, I'm so happy right now. I can't believe you're finally mine. You are mine aren't you Stiles? I'll take that moan as a 'Yes, Derek, I'm yours and only yours.' Look at you, you're so beautiful. Look at how hard your nipples are. I'm going to love licking them slowly. Oh my God, I love the sounds you make. I love everything about you. Look down Stiles, look at how much your dick is leaking. You're so wet for me aren't you baby? And you're so tight Stiles. I'm trying to go slow. I don't want to hurt you, but please let me put another finger in. Yes Stiles, you let me? Again with those moans. Fantastic. I don't want to let you go tonight Stiles. I want to do everything to you. After you come, I want to lick you clean. Slowly. I bet you taste delicious. i will lick every last drop of cum off of you while still opening you up. Ugh, that's it, keep sucking my thumb. You're doing so good Stiles. I'm going to lick you clean until you're hard again. You're young, you will recover quickly. When you're hard again Stiles, I'm going to take your beautiful cock into my mouth. I'm going to suck your dick until you cum in my mouth. I won't swallow though. You know why I won't Stiles? I won't swallow because I'm going to place you on your belly and use your cum to slick your entrance even more. I'm going to rim you until you are nice and open. I won't stop until I know you can fully take my cock. I need to make sure you're ready for me. Once I'm in you, Stiles, I'm going to pound you into the mattress until I cum inside you. Oh my God Stiles look at how much you're cumming... Stiles? What's wrong, are you ok? Did I hurt you? I'm getting my fingers out. I'm being careful baby. Take a deep breath. Are you hurt? "I'm ok, I'm ok. That was just a little intense. I've never come so hard in my life." "Are you sure you're ok? You're crying Stiles." "I know, I know I'm sorry. I'm not hurt. I don't get it, I can't stop." "Don't be sorry baby. It's ok. I want to help. Tell me what's wrong. You're scaring me baby. Breathe. Another deep breath. That's it. Again. Breathe." "You're calling me baby. I can't believe it, you're being so tender. With the whispering and the little kisses you're planting on my face and the whole wiping my tears thing you're doing. I'm just so happy. I don't know how to handle it. I know I'm being ridiculous. I'm sorry, your still don't even get off and I can't stop sobbing, what a fucking buzz kill." "Hey, hey look at me. You are not a buzz kill. You're just a little overwhelmed. It's ok Stiles. I am NOT upset with you AT ALL. Don't think that. I'm fine. More than fine. I'm a bit overwhelmed too. I always imagined us together, but I didn't really think it would actually happen. It's a lot to process. You're so special Stiles. I don't deserve you." "No. Don't say that. You're so awesome." "Hey, stop. Stay calm. I don't want to turn this into a who is more 'awesome' as you say than whom, but I do know you deserve someone special. I KNOW that. And Stiles, I will try my very fucking best to be good enough for you. I promise." "You're such a sap. I love it." "Look at that smile. That's more like it. No more tears. Let me go get you a warm towel to clean you up and we could just lay here for a little while and talk. Or rest. It's up to you." "Well since it's up to me, I clearly remember you saying something about cleaning me up another way." Oh my God. That laugh! Stiles has never seen or hear Derek laugh like that before. His head thrown up and his hands on his belly, he's so beautiful, and he looks happy. Stiles did that. Stiles makes Derek happy. Fucking AWESOME. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!