Notes: Hi! So this is the first fic I've decided to publish. *Cringes* Anyway, everything up until the season two finale is canon in the story, but it takes place summer after senior year. I basically wanted Derek to still be an alpha and Cora needed to not be alive for this to make sense. (I know, sad. I love her too.) But I wanted Stiles to be of age so I've jumped ahead in the timeline.

There are a few smutty scenes that will appear throughout the fic (I really couldn't help myself, I wasn't even planning on doing them.) I will note where they are and give you the option to skip them if you want or need to. (The first is in chapter two.) I'm an omega, so I have no beta. All mistakes are my own. (But we can just blame my constant sleep deprivation? If that's cool?) This was inspired by my recent bout of sunburn. Obviously I don't own the show or the characters. If I did, Derek would have a kitten to snuggle and something (someone) *coughs* to smile for. Anyway, I'll shut up now. I hope you like it.
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Derek was in his loft relishing the silence while the pack was having a well deserved beach day after a particularly gruesome run in with an omega. He had been invited, but listening to a bunch of teenagers run around and let off steam during their last summer before college was certainly not his scene. Especially now. He had declined Stiles' invitation no less than three times.

"Oh come on, Sourwolf! When was the last time you had any fun?" He had said.

A grumbled "No, Stiles" was Derek's response every time. That didn't stop him from jabbing at Stiles' pale pallor and telling him he'd need to bathe in sunscreen to keep his pale ass from burning.

Derek was startled out of his train of thought when he heard a car pull up nearby. He knew that clanking groaning sound from a mile away. He swung the door open in a huff glaring at the state of his "visitor."

"How many times?" Derek growled.
"How many times did I tell you to bring sunscreen?"

Stiles was burnt red and blistering all over his body. Derek hated seeing stiles in pain. He hated it. Not that he could let anyone know that, but every wince from the hyperactive kid sent Derek's urge to protect into overdrive. He couldn't explain it and he wasn't about to delve deeper into his psyche to find the source. (He had a pretty good idea, but again, not delving.)

Stiles held out a bottle of aloe to the wolf, his unspoken question apparent.

"Derek please. It hurts," Stiles whined.

"Promise me you'll put sunscreen on next time. I don't want to be your recurring nurse maid and you don't heal like us."

"Yeah, no kidding."

Derek glared, eyebrows raised and looked expectantly at the teenager.

"Fine, I promise! I promise, just please."

He gave Stiles a pointed look while staring at his clothed chest. Stiles bit his lip nervously and shuffled his feet. Naturally, like most things, he hadn't thought this part through. He should have gone to Scott, Allison be damned.

Derek rolled his eyes and gently tugged the shirt off of the boy, trying not to irritate the skin further. There was minimal wincing and few sharp intakes of breath.

Derek grabbed the bottle of aloe and squirted some of the cool blue liquid onto his hands. He ghosted over Stiles' skin, occasionally drawing out the hurt in thin tendrils. Derek's nose wrinkled as he smelled Stiles' pain, a crisp, burnt odor that vaguely reminded him of the scent he'd been trying to forget for years.

Derek remembered beach days with his family before the fire. The ghost of their laughter playing in his head, Laura's mischievous smile before she would push Derek's head under the tide, and both Cora and his disgruntled accusations of cheating whenever Laura and their little brother Jack would beat them at chicken. Now he couldn't even say their names, could barely even think them.

"OW!" Stiles yelled.

Derek removed his hands with a start not realizing that he had been gripping Stiles' burnt skin with a less than gentle force. He took a deep breath, centering himself and began his ministrations again.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Just take it easy will you?" Stiles said softly, as he saw something broken in Derek's eyes when he turned around to yell at him.

Derek finished up smothering Stiles' body in aloe. Only his face was left. Objectively, Derek knew Stiles could reach it himself. Selfishly, he doubted he'd have another chance to get away with touching the other boy's face, which had become an increasing impulse every time he was around him. It was a pack thing. Definitely a pack thing.

Derek squirted a bit more aloe into his hand and began gently stroking Stiles' face. Stiles took a few deep breaths to steady himself. Derek thought he caught a whiff of arousal, but he chalked it up to teenage hormones.

Derek stroked down his cheeks several times and lowered his hands down to Stiles' neck as he gently massaged the gel back and forth into his neck and shoulders. He heard several flutters in Stiles' heart and his breathing had long since gone shallow. Derek could smell the blood rushing to Stiles' cheeks. If his face wasn't already a blistered red, he'd be able to see the flushed face of the boy who had begun leaning into him. Derek carded his hand through Stiles' hair without having made a conscious decision to do so.

It had been so long since Derek had felt this natural and at ease. It figures that it would be at the hands of the same kid that made his blood boil, that never let him get away with his shit, and who dared stand up to him. No one had called him out on his shit since Laura. He hadn't realized he'd needed that until now.

"Thank you." Derek whispered into the nape of Stiles' neck.

Stiles turned to face Derek with a puzzled look on his face.

"But you're the one doing me a-"

Derek stopped thinking and Stiles stopped talking when Derek's face leaned in closer to Stiles', he stopped about an inch from stiles' mouth, indecision written on Derek's face. Derek tensed up and began slowly backing up. Stiles' eyes went wide as he grabbed Derek's hand and pulled him back toward him. Stiles pulled a little harder than he intended and lost his footing, pulling Derek down on top of him.

"Owwwwwwwwww," Stiles groaned as Derek jumped off of him.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked as he siphoned out the pain.

"Yeah, I'll live. But I think I can think of a few things that might make me feel better." Stiles said.

Stiles wiggled his eyebrows in a pathetic attempt at seduction. Derek raised one eyebrow with an unimpressed look.

"Hmph. Now I don't even know if I want this to continue, eyebrow man. How do you even do that?"

"It's a gift." He whispered into Stiles' ear.

"Let's see what other gifts you have, then." Stiles said.

He pushed Derek so he was sitting on the floor. Stiles carefully sat on Derek's lap, as he wrapped his legs around the alpha's back. Derek slid his hands through Stiles' hair, avoiding his burned skin as he tugged the boy closer. Stiles could feel the smile on Derek's lips as their lips touched. He wrapped one hand around Derek's neck and slid the other one a little... Lower. Derek couldn't get enough of Stiles' mouth on his. The kiss was getting heated and more intense by the minute. After Stiles' fifth grimace and third sharp intake of breath, (Derek was counting,) Derek had had enough.

"We need to stop," Derek said.

Stiles felt his stomach drop and his heart started pounding at unhealthy intervals.

"Oh- Okay. I'm just gonna go then." Stiles replied as he jumped up and headed for the door.

"Stiles! No. Wait." Derek yelled after him.

Derek ran after his oblivious spaz and stood in front of the door before he could leave.

"I meant that we should stop for now because you are obviously in pain and I don't want to hurt you." Derek grumbled.

Stiles let out a shaky breath and said, "Oh. Okay."

"Stay?" Derek asked.

Stiles nodded.

Notes: *Whispers* I hope you liked it? Feel free to let me know what you think. This uploading process is proving to be very difficult for my horrible computer skills. I am getting so confused by everything and can't figure out how to do notes the right way, so I'm just adding them to the document for now.