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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Lydia_Martin, Sheriff
      Stilinski, Peter_Hale, Isaac_Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      Post_Season/Series_02, Summer, Getting_to_Know_Each_Other, Friends_to
      Lovers, Masturbation, First_Kiss, Loss_of_Virginity, Rimming, Anal_Sex,
      Anal_Fingering, Episode:_s03e01_Tattoo
  Series:
      Part 1 of Rewritten
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-08 Words: 13166
****** Sparks Fly ******
by linksofmemories
Summary
     “So how is you loving me not bullshit?” Derek asked, sensing that he
     had won judging by his stupid smug smile.
     Of course Derek would be the only person in the world who was smug
     when someone wasn’t in love with him.
     “Just shut up,” Stiles said. “Fine, I don’t love you. Not right now
     anyway. But I will.”
Notes
     The title is taken from a Taylor Swift song called "Sparks Fly" and
     it's kind of the most perfect Sterek song ever. Seriously. It fits so
     well it's kind of bizarre.
See the end of the work for more notes
This was the moment he’d been waiting for. Actually it was the moment everyone
at Beacon Hills High had been waiting for. Stiles was sitting on the edge of
his seat, half listening to the afternoon announcements and half squinting at
the clock as the second hand ticked. Summer was just seconds away and while he
was ready to burst out of his seat in a heavily choreographed musical number,
Scott was slumped against his, toying with a loose strand on his t-shirt.
“Dude, what is wrong with you?” Stiles asked. “It’s almost summer. Do you know
what this means? Sleeping in, no homework, extended curfew, trips to the beach,
ice-cream, superhero blockbusters, girls.”
“Summer school,” Scott groaned, folding his arms on his desk before dropping
his head.
“Yeah, but that’s not all summer,” Stiles said. “We’ll still have weekends and
afternoons and evenings. But don’t think that you’re going to spend all of your
free time with me, because I’m getting a girlfriend.”
“Oh really?” Scott asked, turning his head to look up at Stiles. “Lydia?”
“Maybe,” Stiles shrugged, eyeing the recently single strawberry blonde from the
corner of his eye. Jackson had moved just a few days ago and she probably
wanted some comfort and Stiles could definitely provide.
“Good luck with that,” Scott snorted.
“Hey, don’t doubt me,” Stiles said. “I don’t need all of that negative energy
interfering with my game.”
“What game?”
Stiles was about to reply with a snappy comeback (as one does) when the
announcements ended and the final bell of his sophomore year rang. All of the
students hurriedly got out of their seats, racing toward the door to get on the
bus or go to their car or walk home or whatever. It was summer and Stiles was
16 and there were no feral Alphas or killer lizards or geriatric psychopaths to
ruin this.
He got out of his seat, grabbing his backpack and slipping the straps on his
shoulders before bouncing a little, waiting for Scott to do the same. Of course
Scott took his sweet time, sliding out of his seat, picking up his backpack
with a heavy sigh, before dutifully following Stiles out of the classroom.
“So, when does summer school start?” Stiles asked as they headed down the
hallway, nodding at random people he didn’t even know.
“Next week.”
“Ugh, they really want you to get in there soon, don’t they?”
“Yeah and this entire week I’ve got a full schedule at Deaton’s.”
“Oh,” Stiles said, deflating a little. “So, no time for your good buddy
Stiles?”
“Well, not a lotof time,” Scott said. “We can still hang out.”
And they would. They were Scott and Stiles, there was no way their summer
wasn’t going to be filled with them hanging out every second they could. But
Scott really wanted to try at summer school and he really wanted to try at
getting over Allison and who was Stiles to intervene with that?
He’d miss his best friend, but this was important to Scott (despite his
lackluster attitude) and he really shouldn’t get in the way.
“Since I have virtually no plans for the summer, just call me when you’re
free,” Stiles said as they headed outside, Stiles about to head to his Jeep and
Scott to his bike.
“Definitely,” Scott nodded.
There was a beat of silence before they were both surging forward, embracing
the other in a hug that garnered a few strange looks from passersby.
“I’m gonna miss you, buddy,” Stiles said.
“You too.”
And then they sprung apart, coughing awkwardly before nodding at each other.
After a final goodbye, they headed their own separate ways, starting their own
separate summer vacations for the first time in years.
Stiles got into his Jeep, tossing his backpack into the passenger’s seat before
letting out a sigh. Just because Scott wouldn’t be around for the summer break
didn’t mean that it would be completely ruined. Scott wasn’t his only friend;
he had plenty of people to hang out with. Lydia and Danny both had a lot of
free time now that Jackson had moved, but he couldn’t really see either of them
jumping at the opportunity to hang out with him. Allison was his friend, but
that would be betraying Scott and she had said something about going to France
with her dad this summer. Isaac was probably free, but he didn’t really like
Stiles that much.
Okay, so Scott was kind of his only friend, but that didn’t mean that this
summer would be horrible. He could always make new friends, especially of the
female persuasion. And if all else failed, it wasn’t like his PS3 was going to
turn its back on him anytime soon.
                                    OoOoOoO
He was a week into summer vacation and about to lose his mind of boredom. His
dad wanted him to get a part-time job and Scott was busy with school and his
PS3 had decided that it just didn’t want to be a part of the world anymore
three days into break.
And playing Pac-Man and crappy flight simulator games only went so far. His WoW
account had been collecting dust for the past few months and he was about to
log back in when his dad popped his head into the room, knocking on the door
after he had already walked in.
“I’m heading into work, but I need you to do a favor for me.”
“Seriously?” Stiles groaned, acting like doing a favor for his dad was a chore
when in actuality all he really wanted to do was get out of the house.
“Yes, seriously,” the Sheriff said, shaking his head. “I need you to head to
IKEA for a new end table in the living room. The leg finally broke off.”
The end table in the living room was something of a running joke between him
and his dad (and his mom, but…well--he wasn’t going to make himself sad by
thinking about her). It had been on its last leg for a really long time.
Whenever it would break, they would manage to fix it. Sometimes they would just
be watching TV and the leg would snap off, making everything on the table
slowly slide onto the floor.
“Is it really time?” Stiles asked.
“I’m afraid so, son,” his dad said, clamping a hand on Stiles’ shoulder.
“Here’s the money for a new table, just get a cheap one, it doesn’t have to
match the rest of the furniture.”
Stiles nodded, taking the money his dad handed him before waving him out of the
room. He slumped against his seat, eyeing his laptop before standing up and
heading toward his bathroom. Not leaving the house in five days meant not
taking a shower in five days and even he could admit that a little hot water
and soap could do him some good.
After showering and changing into some clean clothes, he grabbed his keys and
the money his dad gave him before heading out. His Jeep also hadn’t been
touched in five days, so she took a while to get started and he killed the
ignition a few times, giving it too much gas and not letting up on the clutch
in time. Eventually he got it started and was able to successfully back out of
the driveway and turn onto the road without the Jeep lurching forward as it got
used to first and then second gear.
Beacon Hills was a small town with only a few stores that actually sold goods
that were any, well, good. He headed to the mall just outside of town,
listening to the crappy summer pop songs and trying not to gain the attention
of the people in the cars next to him as he bobbed his head up and down at red
lights.
He parked at the mall and made his way inside, heading into IKEA and then into
the furniture section. It wasn’t the most exciting trip he had taken to the
mall (buying a Winter Formal dress with Lydia came to mind and he grinned at
the memory), but he had needed to get out of the house so he couldn’t really
complain. Stiles was looking at different end tables, actually trying to find
one that matched the furniture in their living room, when a girl wearing a
yellow polo shirt walked up next to him, smiling brightly.
“Can I help you find anything?”
Stiles turned and wow, okay, she was cute. And of course she wasn’t Lydia
Martin, but she was shorter than him with blonde hair and blue eyes and an easy
(and rather flirtatious) smile. She looked interested and not just in selling
Stiles an end table.
“Uh, yeah,” he said finally, scratching the back of his neck before turning to
the array of tables in front of him. “I’m looking for… Derek?”
“Excuse me?” she asked, her smile faltering slightly.
The cute IKEA girl disappeared from his thoughts and all he could focus on was
Derek Hale, grumpy as ever, pushing around a cart filled with household items
and looking at a list in his hand. It took all of two seconds for Derek’s
werewolf hearing to pick up on Stiles saying his name though because he stopped
walking and looked over.
Then they were just awkwardly staring at each other from across the store
before Stiles raised one of his hands, waving.
There was some more awkwardness before Derek nodded back.
IKEA Girl rolled her eyes, sidestepping away from Stiles. “Well, I guess you
and your boyfriend can finish shopping together.”
And then she was gone and so was the hope of a blissful summer romance of
roller skating and snow cones and love confessions that they didn’t really
mean.
He watched her go, turning back around only to find Derek and his cart filled
with one of everything in the store right in front of him.
“Hey,” Derek said, nodding. “Sorry if I messed up… whatever you and her were
doing.”
“No worries, dude, I’m pretty sure I messed it up,” Stiles shrugged. “Besides,
she was only going to flirt with me so that I would buy the most expensive
table here.”
Or maybe they would have gotten married someday and gained the American dream
of 2.5 kids and a white picket fence.
“Huh,” Derek nodded, looking at Stiles before glancing down at the list in his
hand.
“So, you look busy,” Stiles said, gesturing to the Derek’s cart. “You planning
on making your rundown train depot homier or the house in the woods?”
“Neither,” Derek said. “I got a loft.”
Stiles had to admit he was a little impressed. Squatting in places that had a
hundred different health violations didn’t seem that constant, but a loft did.
A loft seemed stable and secure, like Derek was planning on staying for a long
time.
And Stiles really tried to ignore the bubble of hope growing inside of him.
“Really?” Stiles said. “That’s awesome.”
He then peeked into Derek’s cart, looking at everything he was planning on
buying. It definitely looked like he was starting over from scratch too. There
were kitchen appliances, bathroom accessories, and throw pillows. A lot of
throw pillows.
“Peter put them on the list,” Derek said, catching Stiles’ train of eye.
“Oh, so you guys are going to be living together?”
“No, he got an apartment downtown. He just made the list for me."
At the mention of Derek’s psycho uncle Stiles probably should have just said
goodbye and then avoided Derek Hale for the rest of his existence, but he was
never that good at doing things he should do.
“How much stuff do you have left on the list?” Stiles asked.
Derek responded by unfolding the list and unfolding and unfolding and unfolding
and wow, Stiles definitely got the point. Apparently a lot went into a home and
it made sense why people made a registry when they got married, because that
was a lot.
They spent three hours in the store and five carts later they were checking
out, Derek with his mountain of everything a loft would need and Stiles with
one end table. Parting ways in the parking lot would have been another good way
for Stiles to break off all attachment to Derek Hale, but then he offered to
let Derek use his Jeep for space.
It wasn’t until Stiles was in Derek’s new loft (the spiral staircase was a very
nice touch but it didn’t exactly help distract him from the gaping hole in the
middle of the wall) and assembling a bookcase while Derek assembled his
bedframe (the mattress having already been bought a few days prior) that he
realized what he was doing. He was spending time with Derek Hale and being
friends with Derek Hale and the check-out lady thought that they were
boyfriends and had complimented them on the soap dishes Stiles had picked out.
“You can leave if you want.”
Stiles looked up from his half-assembled bookcase and across the loft at Derek.
He had probably sensed Stiles’ confusion or something and he looked pretty
nonchalant. Derek himself was probably wondering why Stiles was still hanging
out with him.
“Scott’s at summer school,” he ended up saying because that was the answer to
everything these days.
“Ah,” Derek said simply, nodding.
“And there’s not really… I mean, I do have other friends, but if Scott’s not
there I’m just kind of this… outlier.”
He felt kind of pathetic saying it out loud, but it was the truth. It was
either help Derek put his loft together or go back home to spend an entire day
eating microwave meals and watching whatever he could stream on Netflix.
“Well,” Derek said. “I won’t turn you away.”
He almost dropped the screwdriver he was holding and his heart might have sped
up at that, but he ignored it. He had to ignore it because this was Derek Hale
and he was just being… hospitable. Derek was being hospitable and Stiles was
mistaking it for flirting like an idiot.
“Thanks.”
“Sure.”
                                    OoOoOoO
A few weeks passed before Stiles realized how pathetic staying inside was and
how Derek was probably expecting him to take him up on his offer. He had had a
few fun days with Scott, seeing a blockbuster or eating pizza and playing video
games. But Scott was busy with school or work or not texting and calling
Allison. Stiles was proud of his friend, proud that he was putting so much
effort into trying to be better.
It wasn’t until Stiles was lounging in the living room, balancing a takeout box
of Chinese food on his stomach and watching an America’s Next Top Modelmarathon
did he realize that bettering himself this summer would be a good thing too.
Maybe getting over Lydia would be a smart thing to do or at least asking her
out on an actual date or maybe he’d get a girlfriend like he had originally
planned.
Getting a girlfriend seemed to be the last thing on his mind because an hour
later he was freshly showered and standing in front of the door to Derek’s loft
and trying to knock.
Eventually the door just opened and there stood Derek in his shirtless glory,
sweating like he had just run a mile or maybe a hundred considering his Alpha
werewolf stamina that Stiles assumed he had.
Derek and stamina. Yeah he definitely shouldn’t be thinking about that when the
man was standing right in front of him.
“You’re late,” Derek said before turning around and walking into the loft.
“Late for what?” Stiles asked, following him in and closing the door behind
him.
“I told you three weeks ago that you could come over whenever and you’re just
now showing up,” Derek shrugged. “That’s late.”
“Well, I had stuff to do.”
“You smell like you’ve been sitting in your room for a month.”
“Three weeks.”
“Close enough.”
“Yeah, well what have you been up to?”
“Moving in,” Derek said, gesturing to the loft itself.
Stiles looked around, noticing that it had become cozier than when he had last
visited. The furniture was all in place and there were dirty dishes in the sink
and a book on the nightstand next to Derek’s bed.
“And looking for Boyd and Erica,” Derek tacked on.
His stomach dropped at that and he felt a ridiculous amount of guilt flood
through him. Derek knitted his eyebrows at that, sighing and shaking his head.
“I know you saw them last,” he said. “And I know what Gerard did to you. I’m
sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“Of course it is.”
“How?”
“You and Scott were in my pack, I was your Alpha, I should have--.”
“Just shut up,” Stiles said, making his way toward the couch and sitting down.
“Scott was in your pack, not me. I don’t count.”
“Of course you do,” Derek assured, taking a seat next to him. “Why else would I
let you in here? Why would I let you help me pick out sheets for my bed?”
Stiles’ face burned at that and he couldn’t even look at Derek anymore. He had
picked out the sheets for Derek’s bed, but only because Derek had a lot of
money and Stiles himself would probably never be able to sleep on Egyptian
cotton. Besides, Derek deserved nice sheets. He had gone through enough.
“You’re still in Scott’s pack though,” Derek said and Stiles tried not to read
too much into the sadness in his voice.
“I don’t see Scott much.”
“He’s trying to better himself,” Derek said. “Something I see that you’re not
doing.”
He was about to ask what he meant when Derek poked him in the stomach and
Stiles let out a less than masculine squawk, grabbing his stomach and glaring
at Derek.
“Why did you--?”
“You’ve got a pooch.”
Stiles felt his mouth drop open and he couldn’t even come up with a snarky
comeback because Derek was then running a hand through his hair.
“Trying to grow your hair out?”
No. Stiles wasn’t actually trying, he just didn’t see the point in giving
himself a buzz cut if he was going to be home all day. It was in a weird stage
right now, just these bristly little hairs sticking out from his head and
making him look like he’d been electrocuted. It was still really short and
there was nothing to it, but he didn’t want Derek to think that he had
neglected himself thatmuch.
“Yep,” Stiles said, nodding. “Going for a new look.”
“Huh.”
And Stiles really didn’t know what to do with that reply, so he went back to
his stomach, glaring down at it. “I’m not really getting a pooch, am I? I’m
skin and bones; I’m incapable of getting a pooch.”
“Definitely not incapable,” Derek said, pinching the skin of his stomach and
yep, he was getting a pooch. “I suggest running. Or not lying in bed all day.”
“Well then let’s go run.”
“What?”
“You’re already sweaty and you don’t have a shirt, so let’s go run.”
“I don’t want to have to slow down for you.”
“Trust me, buddy, you won’t have a problem with that.”
Stiles then stood up, gesturing toward the door and not even looking to see if
Derek was following him before marching out of the loft. He could hear Derek
chuckle from in the hall and he grinned to himself when Derek joined him,
moving his hand like Stiles should be the one to lead the way.
                                    OoOoOoO
Eventually his dad got a little concerned, wondering why so many people told
him that they had seen Stiles and Derek running through neighborhoods and into
the preserve almost every morning or afternoon or at midnight when Stiles had
too much energy and Derek all but shoved him out the door. It was July already
and Stiles was in his room, pulling on a pair of basketball shorts when his dad
came in, frowning worriedly.
“Derek Hale?”
“Yep,” Stiles nodded, running a hand through his hair that was finally long
enough to not look stupid but still not as long as he wanted.
“Derek Hale?” the Sheriff repeated, putting a little more emphasis on the name.
“Scott has summer school,” Stiles shrugged before grabbing the keys to his Jeep
and slipping past his dad. “I’ll be home before curfew.”
He made it to the loft in record time and when he opened the door (because why
would a werewolf need to lock his door when he was home) Derek was asleep. The
bed was in the middle of the loft (Stiles did not claim to understand Derek’s
sense of feng shui) and Derek was wrapped in the sheets, sleeping soundly and
breathing softly and Stiles should probably wake him up and make fun of him for
being the one to sleep in.
But he couldn’t stop looking at Derek. At the triskelion on his back or the
content look on his face or his hair that was all rustled and messy. He looked
about ten years younger and way more at ease than Stiles had ever seen him. And
the more Stiles looked the more beautiful Derek seemed. Of course Stiles knew
he was attractive, he wasn’t blind, but beautiful never seemed to be a term he
would associate with Derek. Now it was the only word he could think of.
“I slept in,” Derek said, his voice heavy and sleepy as he turned over and sat
up. “Sorry.”
“No,” Stiles said quickly. “No, it’s cool. You need your rest. Everybody does.”
“I made a commitment to you though.”
“You can break it every once in a while.”
“No I can’t.”
Stiles wished he could understand Derek Hale. He thought he had, he thought he
had understood the grumpy and sarcastic and incompetent Alpha Derek Hale, but
that was just one side. This Derek Hale was an entirely different person and
the way he made Stiles think (and feel) just didn’t make any sense.
“You want to get breakfast?” Stiles asked because that was really the only
thing he could offer.
“Let me get dressed.”
He sat down at the kitchen table, going through yesterday’s newspaper while he
heard Derek move around the loft. Drawers were being opened and clothing was
being moved around and it took every force in the universe for Stiles not to
turn his head just enough to get a peek. He had walked in on the man sleeping
though, so it wasn’t like he hadn’t already seen him half-clothed and
vulnerable.
“All right,” Derek said, clapping a hand down on Stiles’ shoulder and making
him jump. “Ready to go?”
“I was just waiting on you.”
Derek rolled his eyes before they headed out of the loft. They went to a diner
just a five minute walk away and a waitress with pin straight blonde hair and
eyes that lingered on Derek quickly took their order.
“You should get her number,” Stiles said once she had walked away.
“Whose?”
“The waitress’.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s hot and she’s into you,” Stiles shrugged. “Besides when was the
last time you got laid?”
“When was the last time yougot laid?” Derek countered.
Never was the appropriate answer to that question but Stiles just glared at
him. The waitress came back with his coffee and Derek’s tea (a tea drinker,
just another thing to help solve the mystery that was Derek Hale), making an
obvious wink at Derek before brushing her hand across his shoulder.
“Seriously, get her number,” Stiles said as she tended to another booth. “I’m
not getting any, Scott’s not getting any, you should get some. Let me live
vicariously through you.”
Derek looked slightly insulted by that and he leaned back against the booth,
raising an eyebrow at him.
“Um, unless you’re not into chicks,” Stiles added. “Which is cool.”
“I do like women,” Derek said. “But I don’t have a problem with men either.”
“Oh,” Stiles choked out, nodding his head. “That’s, I mean, y-yeah, me too.”
Except he wasn’t attracted to men. Okay, he was, but he had never actually told
anyone that or even really admitted it to himself. He never thought that being
bi would amount to anything since he felt like he was destined for Lydia.
“Is that really why you think I would get her number though?”
And now Derek was bringing this back to a place he just didn’t know.
“Uh, yeah,” Stiles shrugged. “She likes you and she’ll probably have sex with
you. Why not go for it?”
“Because maybe I don’t want just sex,” Derek said. “Maybe I want to get to know
her, take her on a few dates, and then have sex with her.”
“With her?” Stiles asked, glancing at the waitress as she loaded food onto a
tray. “She’s hot, but she seems kind of… vacant.”
“I’m just trying to make a point, Stiles,” Derek shrugged. “Maybe the reason
you haven’t ‘gotten any’ is because you expect sex and not a relationship.”
Stiles had just enough time to process that as an insult when their waitress
came back to the table, smiling flirtatiously at Derek before setting their
food down in front of them. Derek thanked her (chivalry was yet another thing
to add to the Derek Hale Mystery Board) before turning to Stiles.
“You’re so…” Stiles said, trailing off. “Different than how I thought you would
be.”
“And is that a bad thing?”
“No.”
And it really, really wasn’t.
                                    OoOoOoO
Derek Hale frequented the local famers' market. Derek Hale read classic
literature. Derek Hale had a gourmet tea collection. Derek Hale had a
sketchbook filled with good sketches. Derek Hale knew how to install a wireless
router. Derek Hale was a Doctor Whonerd. Derek Hale was the most fascinating
person Stiles had ever met and spending the entire summer with him was the best
decision he had ever made.
“Oh my God, this is the best place in the world why have I never gone here
before?” Stiles asked through a mouthful of homemade chocolate peanut butter
truffles. “Is that kale? That’s healthy, right? Doesn’t Gwyneth Paltrow have a
kale chips recipe? That sounds good. I should get kale.”
“Then get kale,” Derek sighed and Stiles knew that he wasn’t exasperated but
amused.
They were at the farmers' market (a magical place that Stiles only thought
existed in television shows and indie movies) and Derek was buying his weekly
produce while Stiles went to every stand to try the free samples. He had bought
the truffles though because man, they were fucking awesome.
“Kale it is,” Stiles said, making his way toward the stand and smiling at the
attendant (super cute girl with curly dirty blonde hair) before grabbing a bag
and stuffing it full of kale.
Derek of course had to intervene, grabbing the bag from him and frowning at the
kale before carefully selecting each leaf. Stiles took this opportunity to look
at the attendant who was looking from Stiles to Derek before finally resting
her eyes on him.
“So, how long have you been in the kale business?” he asked, smiling easily and
ignoring Derek’s snort.
“Oh, it’s my dad’s--.”
“Lydia?”
The girl frowned and Derek looked at him but he was too busy looking at Lydia
who was with her mom, carrying a basketful of fruit with her strawberry blonde
hair piled on top of her head. And she was just, wow. Everything about her had
that easy grace she always had and she was wearing a dress that made her eyes
look so perfect and green and--.
“Go talk to her,” Derek said, nodding in her direction. “I’ll get your kale.”
“Thanks, man,” Stiles said before making his way to Lydia.
She saw him coming of course and when they locked eyes she looked like she
trying to figure out if she should run or just let him talk to her.
“Hey, Lydia,” he greeted, giving her a wave once he got within hearing
distance.
“Stiles,” she said, smiling tightly. “How has your summer been?”
“Good,” he nodded. “I’ve been busy.”
That was a lie. Some days he was with Scott and some (okay, most) he was with
Derek, but there were always lazy days. He had been busy with running and
eating and marathon watching the original series of Star Trek.
“That’s great,” she said, looking behind him to where Derek was now in
conversation with Kale Girl. “Keeping verybusy, I see.”
Her eyes raked over Derek and he felt a wave of jealousy come over him. Even
though he didn’t know if he was jealous because Lydia found Derek attractive
and not him or just because she was checking him out.
“He’s gorgeous, good for you.”
“What?”
“Stiles, I’ve heard the whole town talking,” she said. “The Sheriff’s kid is
dating Derek Hale. Apparently you two have been spending a lot of time
together.”
“We’re friends,” Stiles said. “It’s not… It would never be anything more than
that.”
“And why’s that?”
Because he was gorgeous and Stiles was just Stiles. Because Derek had enough to
worry about and romance was the last thing on the list of priorities. Because
no matter how much Stiles wanted, things never worked out for him that way.
“Because you know how I still feel about you, Lydia.”
It sounded like a huge lie even to him and Lydia picked up on it, sighing and
shaking her head. She patted a hand on his cheek, cupping it and rubbing her
thumb against his skin. Being touched like this from Lydia would have sent his
heart into a frenzy and it would have made him feel warm and excited. It was
just a touch now, a friendly and comforting one.
“Oh, Stiles,” she sighed. “I hope we have some classes together this year. Have
a good summer.”
She pulled away from him, smiling brightly before turning on her heel and
heading back toward her mom. Stiles was watching her go when a bag of kale was
suddenly dangling in front of his face. He grabbed it, turning his head to look
at Derek.
“So, I ruined my chances with Kale Girl?” Stiles asked.
“Not exactly,” Derek said, handing him a piece of paper. “Her name’s Sarah and
she wants you to call.”
Stiles took the piece of paper, looking down at the seven digits. It was
everything he wanted out of his summer vacation. He wanted a girlfriend and
dates and losing his virginity and regretting it later. Sarah could probably
offer that too and he’d have the chance to check that off his bucket list.
He pocketed the number. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to call her.”
                                    OoOoOoO
The number went into his trashcan as soon as he got home. Going on a date with
Sarah would be fun and exciting and new since he had never been on a date
before, but it would also be fake. Because he couldn’t go on a date with
someone when he was so crazy about someone else.
Stiles collapsed onto his bed, looking up at his ceiling and then outside his
window. It was the evening and his dad had just left for a late shift and he
had the house to himself. This was a rare opportunity since he was rarely home
and when he was his dad was almost always there.
He bit his lip, looking at his laptop that was sitting on his desk before
thinking against it. He wasn’t going to jerk off to shitty porn because he
never lasted as long as he wanted to. But he was going to jerk off because
goddammit a fumble in the shower in the morning wasn’t going to hold him over
anymore. He needed more and fuck, he needed Derek.
Because Derek was probably a certifiable sex god to both men and women and
Stiles really wouldn’t mind being on the opposite end of those strong hands or
that gorgeous body.
Sadly his hand was going to be the only thing to entertain him that night. He
stripped out of his clothes before lying back down on the bed, sighing happily
at how the cool air of his room felt against his skin. They had spent most of
the day outside and it was hot and humid and sticky out there. He didn’t have
the energy to take a shower so he would just take one in the morning.
Right now it was all about him and the amazing orgasm that he was going to
wring out of himself. He reached behind him, grabbing a bottle of lube from
behind a picture frame before popping the cap open. Stiles poured some on his
palm, slicking it up before wrapping a hand around himself.
The first few strokes were nice and easy, just how he liked them and then he
was thinking about how Derek would touch him. It probably wouldn’t be very
gentle. Well, it would be gentle but not in the traditional sense. He wouldn’t
want to hurt Stiles, but he wouldn’t treat this like he was with someone
fragile and dainty.
He tightened his grip, giving himself a few jerky strokes that left him feeling
a little breathless. But a hand job from Derek Hale? That guy probably wouldn’t
just end it there, he’d probably want to go the extra mile and make Stiles
start crying or something (and his dick did not give an excited twitch at the
thought of Derek making him crazy enough to actually cry). Stiles stopped his
strokes, quickly grabbing the bottle of lube before pouring some onto his other
hand.
This had only happened a few times and it had been completely experimental,
only one finger and taking it out quickly because he got irrationally
embarrassed. But Derek wouldn’t feel embarrassed about fingering him; Derek
would probably tease him like crazy. And it wasn’t like Stiles hadn’t been
staring at the man’s hands more than usual.
They wouldn’t be rough with calluses because of the miracle of werewolf
healing, but they would be warm and firm and strong. Derek had big hands and
thick fingers that would probably fill Stiles more than his own skinny digits
could ever hope of doing.
He was still a little hesitant as he circled his hole, the hand on his cock
having stopped so that it wouldn’t all be too much at once. Stiles pressed in
slowly, letting his body adjust to the intrusion.
“Okay, fuck,” he mumbled, biting his bottom lip.
Derek probably wouldn’t take his sweet time. So, he wasn’t going to either.
Stiles thrust the finger into him completely; biting his lip, he couldn’t stop
the strangled groan that came from him. That was just--okay. Okay. He could do
this.
He tilted his head back, his free hand coming up to tease a nipple as the
finger inside of him explored a bit and it took all of two seconds for him to
find his prostate. That made him thrust his hips up in the air, grabbing his
dick with his other hand, keeping his grip tight as he stroked himself.
Stiles was content with just one finger inside of him, but for some reason he
felt like Derek would want him to take more. So, he pushed a second inside of
himself, not even focusing on the slight burn as he continued to work his cock.
He sought out his prostate again, this time milking it continuously as he
jacked himself off.
It was too much, too much sensation, and at the same time, oddly not enough. He
wasn’t even stopping the moans escaping from him now, nor was he stopping
himself from thinking about Derek probably pressing a third finger inside of
him. And then Derek fucking him was in his mind and so was Derek panting and
kissing him and holding onto Stiles’ hips so hard that he left bruises.
With a swipe of his thumb across his head, he came with a strangled moan, his
chest heaving and sweat slicking his skin.
He took the fingers out of himself and just laid there on his bed, starfished
and panting. He wanted Derek Hale to fuck him. Okay. All right. That wasn’t
exactly a new revelation. Half the town probably wanted Derek to fuck them, but
this was just weird. Because before he hadn’t known Derek and now he did know
Derek and now he just wanted some sleep.
Because if he went to sleep and just ignored this entire situation then it
would all go away.
                                    OoOoOoO
“Have you ever been in a relationship before?” Stiles asked, a couple of weeks
after his masturbation revelation (working title).
They were in the loft and Stiles was lounging on the couch while Derek sat on
the end cushion, typing away on his laptop.
“Kind of,” Derek said.
“Define ‘kind of’.”
“She lied to me and used me and then burned my family alive,” Derek said. “But
at the time I thought it was real.”
Stiles felt as if someone had punched him in the gut. Derek said it like it was
a knee jerk reaction, like he had just been waiting to say it and he realized
it. His face looked startled, like he couldn’t believe he had just shared that
bit of information with Stiles of all people. He didn’t look at Stiles, just
blankly looking at the screen in front of him and appearing angry. Derek was
angry with himself and that was the last thing Stiles wanted.
He sat up, unsure of what to do or say, so he just mentally put the pieces
together. Kate had probably seduced Derek, made him think that she was crazy
about him. He had been young, probably his first love, and he had let her in,
told her secrets that no one else knew. And then, well, then the fire had
happened and now Derek was keeping that guilt inside of him.
“Stop,” Derek said.
“Stop what?”
“Thinking,” Derek said and he sounded angry, lookedangry. “Stop thinking about
it and pitying me. Do you really think I want that? Do you really think I don’t
know what I did? What I caused? I don’t need this from you, Stiles; I get
enough of it from myself.”
And there was the Derek he had known. The Derek who had pushed him against a
wall and threatened to rip his throat out and had treated him like he was
nothing but Scott’s little sidekick. And it hurt more than anything because
they were friends and Stiles had feelings for Derek that he still didn’t want
to think about and fuck.
He grabbed Derek’s laptop, placing it on the couch cushion next to him, before
climbing into Derek’s lap, wrapping his arms around the older man’s shoulders.
“Stiles, what are--?”
“Shut up,” Stiles said, burying his face in the crook of Derek’s neck and
counting it as a victory when Derek wrapped his arms loosely around him. “You
know I would never lie to you, right?”
“Stiles,” Derek sighed.
“Answer the question, Derek.”
“I know,” he said.
“And you know I would never betray your trust, right?”
“I know.”
“You ever been in any other relationships before?”
Derek chuckled at that, warm and fond and everything Stiles wanted to hear from
him. He cupped a hand around the back of Stiles’ head, moving him back so that
he could look at him.
“No,” he said. “Well, other than the one I’m in right now.”
There was about a half-second of disappointment and shock and confusion as to
how Derek was in a relationship when he realized. And that stupid smirk on
Derek’s face really wasn’t helping.
He was dating Derek Hale and he probably had been all summer and it had taken
him way too long to realize it (or accept it). Derek leaned forward, pressing
their foreheads together and focusing on Stiles’ mouth.
“Hopefully this one has better end results,” Stiles said, his voice sounded
weirdly nervous.
Derek’s mouth just twitched up into a grin before he was leaning forward,
kissing Stiles as if he had been waiting to all summer.
And he probably had been.
                                    OoOoOoO
Everything from then on was more or less the same. He spent days with Scott and
he spent days by himself and he spent days with Derek. Only his days with Derek
involved a lot more making out and a lot less finding random things to do
around town.
“So,” Stiles said once he managed to pry his mouth away from Derek’s. “There’s
this really nice restaurant that just opened and it got a great review in the
paper.”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” Derek asked, mouth moving down Stiles’ neck.
“Yes,” he said. “Definitely. Absolutely. You can pay and everything.”
Derek snorted against his skin, looking up at him with raised eyebrows. “And of
course there’s a catch.”
“How is that a catch?” Stiles asked. “You get to spend a night with me and good
food and you just have to pay for it since I have no money.”
“I thought you were going to get a job this summer.”
“Yeah and then you distracted me.”
Derek looked pleased with himself and he leaned up, pressing his mouth against
Stiles’ forehead. “Can’t say that I regret it.”
“Exactly,” Stiles said. “So, repay me by paying for dinner.”
“Repay you for what?”
“For being the reason I don’t have a job.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it.”
“I do.”
And Stiles couldn’t even process what that did to him and his heart and his
stupid feelings because Derek was kissing him again, pressing him even more
into the couch. They didn’t have sex or they just didn’t have it yet. Stiles
was surprisingly fine with it though. He loved spending time with Derek and
being able to kiss and be kissed by the older man was definitely a great thing.
Besides, hand jobs weren’t ruled out of the equation and once Derek had even
given him a blowjob. And Stiles had tried to reciprocate and it had been the
most embarrassing moment of his life when Derek told him to stop so that he
could stop laughing long enough to talk Stiles through it.
Even that asshole moment couldn’t make Stiles dislike Derek.
It was a weird kind of like that he had for the older man. With Lydia it was
always because she was beautiful and smart but with Derek it was some of that
and so much more. Because Derek was beautiful and smart, but he was also
sarcastic and interesting and strangely caring. Derek drew him in like no one
else ever had and part of it terrified him to no end while the other part just
never wanted to let go.
“What kind of restaurant is it?” Derek asked.
“Italian, I think.”
“You don’t even know?”
“It could be French,” Stiles tried. “Definitely European.”
“You’re very informative,” Derek said.
“Oh shut up,” Stiles groaned, tilting his head back as Derek laughed and God,
he wanted to hear him laugh forever. He wanted Derek to be happy forever. He
wanted more nice things for Derek than he wanted for himself and he had no idea
what that meant.
“I would just like to know what kind of food it is so that I know what I’m
getting my wallet into.”
“Good food,” Stiles said. “Delicious, fancy, and probably expensive food. With
dessert.”
“Dessert?” Derek asked, perking an eyebrow. “You want me to spoil you, don’t
you?”
Oh you have no idea.
“Definitely.”
“Nothing too extravagant for dessert though,” Derek said, flattening a hand
over Stiles’ stomach. “I don’t want the pooch coming back.”
Stiles threw a throw pillow at his head.
                                    OoOoOoO
Of course the happiness of being in a relationship with Derek Hale had to end
eventually. It was early August and school was set to start in a few weeks and
Derek finally got a lead about Erica and Boyd. And there was no way Stiles
wasn’t going with him.
“You said that they’re hunters,” Stiles said. “They’re not going to hurt a
human.”
“Stiles, I’m not telling you again,” Derek argued. “You’re not coming.”
“Yeah, I am,” Stiles said. “What if something happens to you?”
“Peter and Isaac will be there.”
“They’re probably more worried about self-preservation than protecting you from
anything.”
“And you’re not?”
Stiles chose to skirt around that question.
“I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Stiles, I’m an Alpha,” Derek said, taking a step forward and cupping Stiles’
face in his hands. “Hunters aren’t a match for me.”
“You’re not invincible.”
“I know.”
“Can I at least wait in the car?”
“No.”
“Please?”
"No."
“I’ll let you fuck me.”
Derek froze at that, looking at Stiles with an emotion that Stiles didn’t even
want to try and compartmentalize.
“I don’t want your first time to be some kind of negotiation.”
“Well, too bad, it’s my first time, not yours.”
“Stiles, no.”
Peter and Isaac had been standing by the door the entire time, Peter looking
amused and Isaac looking mortified.
“We really should be going, Derek,” Peter said.
“I know,” Derek said, pressing his mouth briefly against Stiles’. “Stay here.
We’ll be back soon.”
He couldn’t even protest because they were leaving, Derek giving him one final
look before closing the door behind him. Stiles waited two minutes before
leaving the loft. He got into his Jeep just as he saw the Camaro turn onto a
street just a ways ahead.
This probably wasn’t the smartest thing he had ever done, but a human among
werewolves and hunters seemed like a smart thing. If these hunters had Erica
and Boyd then they would probably listen to Stiles more than Derek or the
others. He could help and be of use, it would all work out. And then Derek
would be so overcome with gratitude that he would finally take Stiles to bed.
Well, Stiles could only hope.
Tailing a car of werewolves wasn’t that easy and the Jeep made it even more
difficult since no one else in Beacon Hills (or probably the state of
California) had a car like his. He managed to keep his distance but part of him
knew that Derek knew he was following them. They turned into the preserve,
parking in one of the parking spots before the three of them got out of the
car, just as Stiles pulled the brake up on his Jeep.
He got out of the car to see Derek standing in front of him, arms crossed over
his chest.
“Stiles.”
“Too late now, I’m already here.”
“Go home.”
“No.”
“Stiles.”
“I can help,” he said. “I’m not some useless little human that’s only a part of
your pack by extension.”
Derek made a face at that and Stiles instantly felt worse. He wasn’t even a
part of the pack by his relationship with Derek. He was such an idiot
sometimes, why had he even...?
“You are pack, Stiles,” Derek said. “And not by extension, you just are.”
“Then why can’t I be here on official pack duty?”
“Because you could get hurt.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“Stiles.”
“You know, Derek, angrily saying his name probably isn’t going to change his
mind,” Peter commented. “Just let him come with us, he can stand behind Isaac.”
“I don’t mind,” Isaac shrugged. “It’s better he come with us than sneak into
the woods later.”
“They make excellent points,” Stiles said.
Derek just groaned, rolling his eyes before pointing to Isaac. “Look after
him.”
Isaac nodded, standing next to Stiles as they made their way into the preserve.
Scott had been hanging out with Isaac a lot that summer, maybe even more than
Stiles had been hanging out with Scott, and they had become good friends.
Stiles might have been a little jealous that Scott had found a new friend, but
then he thought of his relationship with Derek and shoved it out of his mind.
He hadn’t even told Scott about him and Derek, so he really couldn’t say
anything about Scott making new friends.
“So, why are we meeting them in the middle of the preserve?” Stiles asked. “At
night? Wouldn’t it be better to meet in a crowded place in broad daylight?”
“That’s not how these hunters work,” Derek said. “They don’t really follow a
code.”
“Isn’t that a little dangerous?”
“Yes,” Derek said. “Which is why I wanted you to stay home.”
He should have made a comeback or rolled his eyes or done something, but all he
could think about was how Derek called the loft home and how it was a part of
Stiles’ home too and he really shouldn’t be having these emotions while they
were walking into the preserve to meet psycho hunters.
“Okay, point taken,” Stiles said. “I just--I'd never get over it if something
happened to you and I wasn’t there.”
“I know,” Derek said. “I just want you safe.”
“You two are nauseating,” Peter said.
Now thatwas something that Stiles was going to make a comeback to, but he
didn’t get the chance because apparently they were meeting ninja hunters who
literally appeared out of nowhere. Stiles jumped back slightly and Isaac
steadied him with a hand on his shoulder.
“What do you want, Hale?”
And that definitely wasn’t a good way to start a discussion.
“I’ve heard that you have information,” Derek said.
“Regarding?”
“Two Betas.”
“Oh,” the hunter said. “Well you heard right.”
“And?”
“Well what’s in it for us?”
“The knowledge that two teenagers are back in safe hands.”
“Two teenage monsters, you mean?”
Derek let out a warning growl at that and Stiles couldn’t help but move
forward, placing a hand on Derek’s shoulder. He relaxed slightly, but he was
still tense and Stiles could tell that his eyes were threateningly red.
“You have a human in your pack,” the hunter said.
“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”
“You’ve brought a human, one of our kind, into your fold, Hale,” he said.
“That’s not following the code.”
“It’s not following your idea of a code,” Derek said. “He’s here on his own
will.”
Okay this was taking a turn for the worse. The hunters were now looking at him
like they wanted to grab him and take him away from the Big Mean Werewolf Pack.
“Do you have any information on the two Betas or not?” Derek asked, getting
impatient and moving closer to Stiles to protect him.
“I think you know who has them, Hale.”
“How do I find them?”
“You know that’s not how it works,” the hunter said. “They find you.”
Stiles didn’t get a chance to ask who they were even talking about because the
hunter withdrew a crossbow, pointing it at Derek. And like the idiot that he
was in high pressure situations, Stiles moved forward just as an arrow was
released, making its way into his thigh.
God he could be such an idiot.
                                    OoOoOoO
He had a very low threshold for pain so he wasn’t exactly surprised when he
woke up in the loft lying on the couch with his head in Derek’s lap and Peter
stitching his leg up.
“Ow,” he groaned intelligently, turning his head into Derek’s stomach.
“Seriously, ow.”
“You are an idiot.”
“Please tell me it was at least laced with wolf’s bane and I actually did you a
favor.”
“Just a regular arrow.”
“Oh God, I am an idiot.”
Peter chuckled and Stiles glared at him. Then the man went in for another
stitch and fuckthat hurt.
“I think Derek about blew a blood vessel,” Peter said. “He was so worried and
angry.”
“Mostly angry.”
“I’m sorry,” Stiles said. “Except not really because if it had been wolf’s bane
then I would have been very happy about taking a hit for you.”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t,” Derek said. "Besides, there's this thing called Aconite
poisoning--."
"Okay, I get it, I'm the stupidest person in Beacon Hills."
“I wish you could trust me to be able to take care of things.”
“Of course I trust you.”
“Can you two wait to have this talk?” Peter asked. “I really don’t want to be
the mediator for your couples therapy.”
“Just hurry up,” Derek said.
Peter sighed, rolling his eyes as he continued with his easy pace. Sometimes
Stiles would see the needle peeking through his skin more than feel it and
okay, he was starting to get queasy. He let out a low moan, turning his head
back toward Derek’s stomach. Owner of said stomach just sighed, running his
fingers through Stiles’ hair.
“We managed to get the arrow out and disinfect the wound while you were out,”
Derek said. “You’re gonna be okay.”
“Thanks for not taking me to a hospital.”
“Of course,” Derek said. “I don’t know how we would have explained that. Your
dad would have killed me.”
“His father is probably going to kill you anyway when he finds out you’re
sleeping with his underage son,” Peter said, finishing off the stitches.
“Shut up, Peter.”
Another eye roll came from the older Hale before he stood up, patting a hand on
Stiles’ shoulder. “Take some ibuprofen and get Derek to take away the pain and
you’ll be fine. You gonna bandage his leg, lover boy?”
Apparently it was a rhetorical question because Peter soon left them, making
his way up the spiral staircase. Derek maneuvered him so that he was sitting up
on the couch, propping up his leg on the coffee table before taking a large
bandage from a first aid kit.
“Why does a werewolf have a first aid kit?” Stiles asked.
“Just in case the werewolf’s human gets hurt,” Derek said, applying the bandage
to Stiles’ thigh.
“Possessive, aren’t you?”
“Only of you,” Derek said, placing his hand over the wound before the veins of
his hand turned black.
Stiles had seen Scott take the pain of a few animals at the vet clinic, so it
wasn’t that shocking. He just wasn’t prepared for how numbing it felt. It
didn’t make him feel loopy or out of it, just numb, like he had gotten a shot
at the dentist and it felt like his lower jaw had disappeared.
“Thanks,” Stiles said, leaning into Derek.
“I love you.”
He felt himself go rigid at that and his heart was probably about to pound out
of his chest and out of all the things to say, Derek went with that?
“I love you too,” Stiles said because he didn’t know what else to say.
“No you don’t.”
Okay now he was just mad. He tilted his head to look at Derek who looked so
tired and exasperated, but also fond and a little agitated. And Stiles didn’t
know how Derek made all of those looks work, but he really did.
“Yes I do,” Stiles said.
“No, Stiles, you don’t,” Derek said, shaking his head.
But he did. Kind of. Maybe. He had been in love with Lydia and his feelings for
Derek were even stronger than that, so it had to be love.
“You don’t get to say how I feel.”
“You’re right, I don’t.”
Derek leaned forward then, pressing his mouth against Stiles’ temple. “But I do
get to call you out on your bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit,” Stiles protested. “You loving me is bullshit. I’m calling
you out on that.”
“How is me loving you bullshit?”
“Because I’m… I’m Stiles,” he said like it was the answer to everything. “I’m
awkward and dorky and I get in the way, obviously, I just got shot by an arrow
for no reason.”
The older man let out a sigh, wrapping an arm around Stiles’ shoulders and
pulling him close and Stiles refused to lean into the touch or give up on this
conversation.
“Maybe I love you because you’re awkward and dorky,” Derek said. “I love you
because you’re not afraid to challenge me. I love you because you want to
interfere and do what’s right. You’re smart and opinionated and beautiful.”
“I’m definitely not the last one.”
“Of course you are.”
And then it all sunk in. Because Derek wasin love with him. Derek acted
differently in front of him than he did in front of everyone else. He was calm
and gentle and romantic in his own way. This was who Derek really was. He was
this man who cared more about Stiles than he did himself, who looked at Stiles
like he was his moon anchoring him in.
“So how is you loving me not bullshit?” Derek asked, sensing that he had won
judging by his stupid smug smile.
Of course Derek would be the only person in the world who was smug when someone
wasn’t in love with him.
“Just shut up,” Stiles said. “Fine, I don’t love you. Not right now anyway. But
I will.”
“Be sure to tell me,” Derek said. “Don’t leave me in the dark for too long.”
                                    OoOoOoO
“Lie back.”
Stiles had always wished that Derek would say those words to him when Stiles
was in his bed in a sexy way. Unfortunately for him he was telling him to lie
back on his bed (Egyptian cotton sheets and a Tempur-Pedic mattress were a
match made in heaven) so that he could change the bandage on his leg.
It had been a little bit over a week since the hunters incident and his wound
was healing nicely. Derek still hadn’t told him anything about Boyd and Erica
and who had them, no matter how much Stiles pressed. It wasn’t that Derek
didn’t trust him; it was just that he didn’t trust Stiles to use the
information to not get himself hurt.
Derek changed the bandage quickly as Stiles lounged on the bed, trying not to
think about how easy it would be to just fall asleep. Or how it was nighttime
and Isaac was nowhere to be found and Derek was pressing kisses up his thigh.
“What are you doing?” he asked, looking down at Derek whose mouth was working
up his thigh and to his boxer clad crotch.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Derek asked, mouthing him through his boxers.
“Oh God, is it blowjob time?” Stiles asked as Derek crooked his fingers on the
elastic of Stiles’ underwear and tugged. “Because I can totally get behind
that.”
“I was thinking that I would fuck you,” Derek said, conversationally. “But if
you just want a blowjob, then I can do that too.”
His brain short-circuited. Or something. It did some kind of thing where all he
could do was let his mouth hang open and his head nod up and down. Derek smiled
(that slow and teasing and wonderful smile) before slipping Stiles’ boxers off.
He then took his own shirt off before standing up and stepping out of his jeans
and underwear. Stiles contributed by coming back just in time to take his shirt
off and toss it somewhere.
“Sex time,” Stiles said as Derek settled on top of him. “Time for sex. We’re
gonna have sex. You’re punching my V-Card for this one time only deal.”
“Stiles.”
“Yes?”
“Hush.”
And it wasn’t even a sarcastic, snarky “hush”, but this weird low, strangely
seductive “hush” that left Stiles shifting on the bed before placing his hands
on Derek’s shoulders. Derek smiled and leaned down, kissing him so he had no
choice but to hush.
Kissing was easy, kissing he could do. Sure he was a complete novice before
Derek came along, but now Stiles liked to think of himself as an expert when it
came to kissing Derek Hale. He knew what the older man liked just as Derek knew
what Stiles liked.
It was constant and unchanging and Stiles kind of wanted it to stop because
Derek was going on with it for a while. His hands were stroking Stiles’ sides
and pressing into his skin. Everything was tender and unhurried, completely
different from how Stiles expected his first time going. He had expected a girl
his age and hurried kisses before just going straight to the main thing.
But now Derek was kissing down his throat and across his chest and keeping his
hands on his hips, using supernatural strength so that Stiles was pinned there.
It was…nice. It was everything he thought he would have years from now when he
had been in the same relationship for five years.
Derek pressed his tongue against his stomach, lapping at the skin before
sinking his teeth into it. Stiles let out a tiny moan, his hips trying and
failing to press up to Derek’s mouth.
“You’re thinking too much,” Derek said.
And yeah, he was right. So, Stiles relaxed into the mattress, gripping the
pillow that was under his head and trying to just focus on Derek and his mouth.
Eventually he reached Stiles’ cock, almost completely hard and definitely
ready, but all he got was a press of lips against the crown before Derek moved
further down. It wasn’t until his legs were being spread even more that Stiles
realized what he was doing.
Of course the tongue lapping against his hole helped.
“Oh, fuck,” Stiles groaned, feeling himself shake as he gripped the pillow
tighter.
He never thought that Derek would ever do something like this for him. It never
felt like a possibility before but the more he thought, the more it made sense.
Scent was a big thing for werewolves, and well, it’s not like Stiles’ scent got
any stronger than where Derek was currently burying his face.
“Derek, you really don’t have to--mnh.”
“I want to,” Derek said like that just solved everything before he gripped
Stiles’ hips tighter and teased his hole with the tip of his tongue.
Stiles leaned his head back against the pillow, feeling like the air had been
knocked out of him. Derek’s tongue was a completely different feeling from his
fingers and he felt almost out of breath. Everything was warm and wet and
curling around him and it kind of hurtin a weird way. He wasn’t used to this
much sensation, to something feeling this good, to someone wanting him to feel
this good. Derek was treating him like he deserved to be pleasured above anyone
else and he really just didn’t know what to do with that.
“You okay?” Derek asked, taking a two second break before going back in, this
time thrusting the point of his tongue shallowly into Stiles.
“Ye-Yeah,” he managed, his chest heaving and his voice hitching.
“Good,” Derek said, giving his hole a final, open mouthed kiss, before heading
to the nightstand.
He took out a bottle of lube, opening the cap before pouring some onto his
fingers. Stiles watched him, still more than a little breathless, before Derek
pushed a finger into him. And then promptly went back down to start rimming him
again. Stiles found it hard to not make noises after that. He did all of the
cliché gasping and moaning, but there were some embarrassing whimpers and keens
in there as well. Derek was so attentive though, knowing when to back off with
his tongue and when to add another finger or add pressure to his prostate.
Before long Stiles was open and wet with lube and saliva and he was sweating
and panting (not like a dog, definitely not like a dog). Derek was pumping
three fingers in and out of him with ease (and Stiles had been right, Derek’s
fingers were thick and perfect and made him feel ridiculously full) before he
wiped his mouth off. Stiles shut his eyes when he did that, not wanting his
first time to be plagued with images of Derek wiping spit and lube from his
mouth because he had been eating Stiles out.
“Ready?” Derek asked, his fingers crooking just right inside of Stiles.
“Yeah,” Stiles said, opening his eyes just in time for Derek to turn them over.
Derek was leaning against the headboard, hands on Stiles’ hips as he positioned
him on top of Derek’s dick. They had talked before about condoms, it had been a
long and extensive talk with arguments from both sides and they had agreed on
not using one. Stiles was clean and Derek was a werewolf, completely impervious
to any kind of disease. Derek lubed up his cock and Stiles kept his hands on
Derek’s shoulders, forehead pressed against Derek’s.
They met eyes for a second and Derek grinned before leaning forward, kissing
just underneath Stiles’ chin. He continued to kiss along his neck and jaw,
probably trying to distract Stiles from his dick breaching him. It wasn’t like
Stiles didn’t know how big Derek was. He had seen it and touched it and
possibly written one or two terrible poems about it. It was dark and thick with
foreskin that Stiles was just strangely fascinated with.
And now it was pressing into him and stretching him open. His mouth fell open
again and he let out a low moan, part from the burn and part from how nicely it
filled him. He was never going back to his fingers after this; he didn’t know
how he possibly could.
“Good?” Derek panted, his hands still tight on Stiles’ hips.
“Very,” Stiles groaned out, his eyes fluttering open to look at Derek.
They just smiled at each other when Derek was completely inside of him and
Stiles gripped tighter onto him, panting and so fucking stupidly happy. Derek
pressed kisses into his hair and stroked his sides. Stiles didn’t get how tough
and grumpy Derek Hale could be such a gentle lover (and he hated that word, but
he couldn’t think of anything better to describe Derek in that moment). But he
couldn’t bring himself to care or think further because Derek thrust up into
him and okay, this was happening.
At first they were just small thrusts up into him, pressing against him and
filling him up in spectacular ways. His dick was between them, rubbing against
his stomach and Derek’s abs with every rock upward. And then it hit Stiles,
what Derek was doing. He was rocking into him, making this as slow as possible.
Every tiny thrust sent another moan out of Stiles and a little spark to his
cock. Every kiss Derek gave his neck or forehead or any skin he could reach
made him warm up even more. Every brush of Derek’s stubble against him made his
nerves flare up attentively.
This was more than he ever thought he would have during his first time. This
was careful and practiced and so loving that Stiles didn’t know if he even
wanted it.
“Derek,” he managed to gasp out. “Just...God, you have to touch me or
something. Please, this is--I don’t--."
“Shh,” Derek hushed, wrapping an arm around Stiles’ lower back before thrusting
up into him sharply. “I’ve got you.”
Stiles would deny to his dying day that he whined at that. It was a manly
noise, not a--oh who was he kidding? It was a whine and Derek was making him
into absolute mush with every touch.
“No, but you have to hurry this up,” Stiles said, breath hitching when Derek
snapped his hips up into him.
“Why?” Derek asked, sounding pretty breathless himself. “I want this to last.”
And God, Stiles wanted that too. He wanted this forever, but he didn’t know if
he could handle this for much longer. His thighs were shaking and he felt like
he was going to start crying when Derek dragged his cock alongside Stiles’
prostate.
“Let me take care of you.”
That was it. That was all it took for Stiles to just let go. So, he did. He
buried his face into Derek’s shoulder, realizing that he was damp with sweat
and that his eyes were starting to water as Derek continued to rock into him.
It was slow and the sweetest torture in the world, but eventually his cock
rubbing between them and being so full of Derek sent Stiles over the edge.
He hiccupped when he came and it was more embarrassing than anything else he
could have possibly imagined. Stiles bit into his bottom lip, trying to stop
the hiccups as his orgasm stretched through him instead of just coming out in
one bright burst.
Derek still kept thrusting into him afterward, this time with purpose. Stiles
would have complained if he had the energy to, but it was over soon and he felt
Derek’s warm release filling him up even more.
After that it was a little hazy, but he was lying on his back, panting and
looking up at Derek who brushed a sweaty piece of Stiles’ hair from his
forehead. He ran his hand through his hair, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
“I love you,” Derek said.
“I know.”
Derek smiled, before holding up a finger as he left the bed and headed toward
the bathroom. As Derek got a washcloth to clean them up with, Stiles laid in
bed, thinking over what had just happened.
He had expected to regret his first time, for it to be awkward and more bad
than good, but overall a learning experience. He couldn’t regret that though
and it had all been good.
Even though he wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened. Because that had
felt like making love, not sex.
                                    OoOoOoO
School started in a week and Boyd and Erica were still missing and Scott was
still in the dark and Derek was still numbing his brain with endless sex and
then making it come back to life with quick banter and good conversation.
The sex only got better. Once Derek snuck into Stiles’ room and had fucked him
with his dad right down the hall, whispering how Stiles had to be quiet with
every thrust. He had pressed Stiles up against the door one time too and it was
a great display of supernatural strength because Derek barely had to touch him
to keep him up. They had gotten into an argument over something stupid (okay it
was a Doctor Who-related argument, so it wasn’t stupid) and Derek had rimmed
him until he had cried and begged for Derek to fuck him. He didn’t beg for
forgiveness though because Derek was totally wrong about the Daleks being
cooler than the Cybermen.
And every single time after they had both come and gotten down from their high,
Derek would kiss him and tell him that he loved him and Stiles would always
want to say it back before debating it in his head over and over again to see
if he actually meant it.
Everything was good though and with a week until school he couldn’t even think
about things going wrong until they did.
“I can't do this anymore, Stiles.”
That really just didn’t make any sense.
Because they were so good together and Derek loved him and Stiles was almost
positive that he loved him back.
“What?”
“I can’t be with you,” Derek said, his voice cold like Stiles hadn’t heard it
in months. “You’re too young. You’re starting school again. You’re going to
have to tell your dad about us.”
“I think my dad already knows,” Stiles said because that was the only thing he
could even think to say.
“All the more reason for us to stop this.”
“Why though?” Stiles asked. “It’s not like you cared that I was illegal when
you fucked me.”
“I’ve had a change of mind.”
“‘Change of mind’?” Stiles repeated. “Did someone say something to you?”
“No.”
“Then why are you--Derek, I lo--”
“Just go home, Stiles.”
So he did. And as soon as he parked his Jeep in the driveway he started to
regret not fighting. He started to regret not getting answers. He started to
regret not telling Derek how much he loved him. But all he did do was cry like
a big baby and get out his phone, texting Scott to meet him for an emergency
Halo marathon.
Scott didn’t ask questions when he saw Stiles answer the door with puffy eyes
and a sad smile. He wrapped his arms around his best friend and they just stood
in the entranceway of his house, Stiles sniffling and Scott saying that
everything was going to be fine. Scott ordered a pizza and allowed Stiles to
angrily do headshots over and over again as they played.
His dad came home eventually, nodding at Scott and placing a hand on Stiles’
back in what had to be comfort. It was nice and if Stiles just didn’t think too
much it almost felt like it was just another summer day when he was hanging out
with Scott and not Derek.
The week passed by quickly and Stiles didn’t even question it when Scott asked
him if he wanted to come along with him when he got his tattoo. He didn’t think
about Derek once until they were standing in the middle of the road with
Allison and Lydia after a deer had run into Lydia’s car.
“You look different,” Lydia said as Scott and Allison gave their statements to
the police.
“The hair,” Stiles said on reflex.
“No,” she said. “You look like you’re in love.”
He didn’t say anything after that.
It wasn’t until he was in the Hale house, trying to act like nothing had
happened between him and Derek when he felt like he was going to just break in
two. Derek kept looking at him and he kept looking at Derek and when Scott had
passed out from the tattoo, they hadn’t even said anything. They just stood
next to each other, arms crossed, and guards up as they waited for Scott to
wake.
An Alpha Pack was what Derek revealed to them next and it all made so much
sense that he just wanted to hit Derek. He wanted to cause that idiot bodily
harm, but Scott needed a ride back to the hospital to get his bike and Stiles
needed to cool down before he did anything drastic.
They were at the hospital parking lot when Stiles finally addressed it to
Scott.
“So you know,” he sighed.
“Dude, I’ve known,” Scott said. “You’ve smelled like him all summer, not to
mention how you two have been skipping around town together for months.”
“We don’t skip.”
“You get my point,” Scott said. “Just talk to him. Don’t let him trying to
protect you ruin what you have. Use your words, Stiles; I know you’re good at
it.”
“When did you get so smart?”
“I’ve been reading a lot of books this summer,” Scott said. “And my mom told me
that you should just say your feelings.”
“That Melissa McCall is a smart woman.”
“That she is.”
Stiles still doubted it though and Scott could probably smell it or something
because he clamped a hand onto Stiles’ shoulder.
“He loves you, I can smell it.”
“You can smell love?”
“Yeah,” Scott said. “And it’s everywhere between you two. With me and Allison
it was there and it smelled… pure. With Jackson and Lydia it smelled right. And
with you two it smells real.”
He stayed in the hospital parking lot five minutes after Scott left before
cursing and driving toward the loft. Stiles didn’t exactly have a game plan for
what he was going to say when he got there, but just following his heart seemed
like a cheesy and okay plan.
Except when Derek opened the door, looking exasperated and not ready to talk to
him, he just didn’t know what to do.
So he kissed him. Because Stiles was pretty good at that.
Derek wrapped his arms around his back, practically dragging him into the loft
before closing the door and pressing Stiles up against it. Their tongues were
sliding against each other’s and hands were slipping under shirts and Stiles
had missed him so much it physically hurt.
And then he’d have to miss him even more because Derek was pushing him away.
“Stiles.”
“Don’t break up with me because of an Alpha Pack and then make it seem like
you’re breaking up with me because of my age.”
“If they know what you are to me--.”
“Derek, they’re already here,” Stiles said. “They already know. You ‘breaking
up’ with me isn’t going to stop them from trying to use me against you. So can
we at least be together when they decide to do that? Because I think it’s too
late for us to pretend like we’re nothing to each other.”
Derek just sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking so open and
broken that it killed Stiles.
“I love you,” Stiles said.
The older man looked up at him and he looked upset. Weirdly and strangely
upset.
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Stiles, what you felt for Lydia and what you feel for me isn’t love,” he said.
“It’s infatuation.”
“With Lydia, yeah,” Stiles nodded. “But not with you. I love you. I love that
you’re stubborn and a realist and you’re so bizarrely kind and gentle with me.
I love your faults because they make you you and I don’t want to fix them, I
just want to make them better. I love that you’re a sarcastic self-deprecating
asshole who wants to take care of me more than anyone. Love isn’t about just
liking how someone looks or how they act or wanting to have sex with them. Love
is acceptance. You taught me that.”
And then Derek just looked like he had been torn open.
Stiles stepped forward, placing his hands on Derek’s shoulders before lightly
pressing their noses together. “You told me not to keep you in the dark.”
He wasn’t sure when it happened but he was falling onto the bed soon after,
Derek taking off his clothes and kissing every single inch of skin he could
find. And Stiles was breathless and maybe laughing a little as Derek pulled his
pants down.
“Fuck, Derek, you better get inside of me because my fingers just haven’t been
the same.”
Derek growled at that, placing a kiss on his thigh, tongue tracing the scar
there.
“So, an Alpha Pack, huh?”
“Yeah,” Derek said, moving up to press their foreheads together. “Think we can
handle it?”
“No,” Stiles said bluntly.
And then they broke into smiles and laughs and Stiles didn’t want to think
about it anymore. Because tomorrow things were probably going to come crashing
down around them completely, so he really just wanted to focus on the last
night they had to make things right.
End Notes
     What new love interests for season three? What on earth are you
     talking about? Clearly this fic is canon and the rest of the season
     they're together. (I'm kidding. Except kind of not really.)
     Anyway, I hope you liked it! I've been reading a lot of fics lately
     where Stiles is the one taking care of Derek and I prefer it the
     other way, so I decided to write this. And summer romance fics are
     always fun. :))
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