I know that tags are important. That they make a fic easier to access in a search and also help people avoid triggers. However I also feel that sometimes it gives away a portion of the story way to early. So I'm warning you now that I will I'm still in the process of writing, I will change post warnings in in the preface of each chapter should they be required.


The lights were off in the house in front of Derek, it's two occupants finally asleep for the night. Derek made his way inside, using his usual entrance, the second-story window.

"Come to my house anytime you need to sleep or do laundry or just to chill," Stiles had thrown out at him earlier that night at the pack meeting. Derek had to finish up some business with Peter before he decided to take him up on the offer. The lure of somewhere safe and clean to sleep was too great to pass up. They had only finished the alpha pack business up and the sense of danger still lingered. Safety was being with another pack member.

Stiles lay in his bed, deep asleep with his mouth openly slightly as his breath came heavily out of it. Derek envied him, though he could see that his body was tense and the sleep wasn't as deep as it could be. Even sleeping, the boy was still more alert than most people.

Stiles shifted, Derek could hear his heartbeat starting to beat faster as he came out of sleep. His eyes opened into slits and stared at Derek for a few moments before mumbling something in eligible and shifted over in his bed moving the blankets indicating that Derrick should get in.

Derek's eyebrows rose at this. He slid off his jacket and laid it on the computer chair then bent to take off his boots. If he was going to be sleeping in a bed he might as will be comfortable while doing it. He kicked off his boots, and then stripped his jeans off, laying them with his jacket. Climbing into bed he lay over in the spot that Stiles had just left, still mostly warm from the boy's body heat.

Derek started to relax into the nice softness of bed made even more enticing by the familiar scent of pack surrounding him. He could smell safety in the sheets; smell the lingering scents of Scott, Isaac and even something of Boyd and Erica lay on the bed.

Stiles tossed and turned before turning around smacking Derek in the chest with his hand. It wiggled and groped about for a bit before snaking further across Derek's chest before laying still.

Derek's eyebrows were up near his hairline as he looked down at the boy in the darkness. "Stiles are you comfortable yet." Derek knew he shouldn't antagonize him, but he couldn't help it.

"No," Stiles complained as he moved again in the bed, this time his lanky body wrapped around Derek's like an octopus.

Derek lay there stiffly before realizing that Stiles had fallen back to sleep. Slowly he found his body being lulled into sleep, comforted by the body that was entwined with his.

He woke with the sunlight just starting to climb into the room. The sheriff's alarm was going off. It was time for him to leave before his presence would be noticed. He bent his head, nosing into the hair of the body that lay next to him, he breathed deep. Stiles pressed closer to him in the night, his fingers curled beneath Derek's shirt, his leg thrown over, wrapped around Derek's thigh. He knew Stiles would be embarrassed by his body's natural reaction to the a warm body and friction. Carefully he got out from underneath the clingy boy which was a trial as he tried to cling tighter, his hips thrusting a few times against him until he was able to escape.

There was some movement coming from the sheriffs' room and Derrick knew that he had to leave swiftly before he was caught.

It wouldn't do to be caught in the sheriff's 17-year-old son's room. Especially with a hard on, not that he was ashamed of it. These things happened in the morning.

Derek stretched feeling his bones pop and muscles shift. It felt good to sleep in a warm bed last night regardless of his bed companion. Derek looked down at Stiles his face smashed into the bed where Derek had just vacated. It's a wonder the boy hadn't smothered himself in his sleep.

Noise in the hallway had Derek making his way out the window quickly. Later he'd come back and use the shower.

Derek went to local diner to get breakfast and coffee. With the Alpha pack situation resolved, Erica and Boyd returned and Isaac now living with Scott. He really had nothing to do for the day. Rare had been his free time of late.

Eating his food as he walked through the forest back to his burnt down him, Derek found himself thinking. It was time to get his house in order. No longer would he stay ruins. He knew that he had to get the house back in order, to give the pack a proper den. The weather would start to turn soon, first rain and then the cold would come. Hopefully he could get the walls and roof repaired before then.

When the day was done and dinner was long gone Derek found himself again the street in front of Stiles house, both its occupants again sleeping. Derek climbed into the window quickly he figured one night with him sleeping hadn't bothered Stiles as he heard nothing protesting his presence of the night before.

Like the night before, Derek entered the room and took off his clothes as Stiles' heartbeat signaled him waking up.

Derek whispered quietly as he stood next to the bed, "Stiles?"

"Don't just stand there, get in." Stiles rolled over and lifted the covers.

Derek slid in and curled up on his side, bending his head slightly, breathing in the scent of the boy next to him. The scent of pack, of family.

Stiles rolled over, his limbs entwining around Derek's like the night before. "Did you have a good day?" He mumbled his voice thick with sleep.

Derek was silent for a moment. Something prompted him to respond, "I'm going to fix up the house. I started cleaning it out today." They lingered in silence for awhile.

"Good, don't like going there, it's so sad. It makes us all sad." Stiles moved, laying his head on Derek's shoulder.

Derek looked down and in the darkness saw that Stiles was looking up at him. Derek froze as Stiles pressed his generous mouth softly against his in a way Derek seemed to remember from his childhood. When kisses were sweet instead of lies. Derek trembled, but didn't push Stiles away. Instead he hesitantly pressed back.

Fingers curled under his chin as Stiles pressed closer into Derek. Heat rose in his body, waking his limbs tremble in anticipation and want, bile rose up from his belly. He pushed Stiles back lips still parted in a kiss. "I..." he said hesitantly, Stiles gaze as heavy on him as his body was that lay on him. "I can't?"

"Can't or won't?" Stiles asked.

It all came back to Kate, all that she had done, had taken from him when he wasn't aged more than the boy in his arms. He would not, could not treat him in such a callous manner. And truthfully, after Kate, intimacy was hard. He could barely stand the touch of the only family he had had left, let alone that of a stranger. And yet this boy who lay in his embrace, who had somehow fought and stumbled into becoming pack, his touch didn't bother him. "I shouldn't," Derek said softly.

Stiles pressed his face into Derek's neck, his lips brushing softly against the skin there, "But you want to."

"Maybe." Derek answered. Stiles was smart, he was attractive but there was so much baggage that Derek carried around. Still he found he wanted to try, "It would have to be slowly. It would need to be slow."

Stiles shifted his lower body back off of Derek's, "Ok... slow."

Emotion prickled behind Derek's eyes and he hoped he wasn't making a mistake, Stiles said nothing more and Derek felt his heartbeat slow and his breath became shallow as he fell into slumber. Derek lay awake, confused, conflicted and yet somehow hopeful. Slow then. Derek let his body relax and sleep overtake him.

Slow was what Derek had said and slow was what he was given. The next few nights that he spent at Stiles house, there was nothing more than cuddling and one heavy kiss from Stiles to Derek a night. And during the days, Derek occupied himself with clearing out his home of trash. He'd have to get a contractor out there soon. While he could do some work himself, he would need professionals for the plumbing and electric. Not to mention someone to check out the stability of the houses framework. Derek had only just finished clearing out the first floor that day.

Early enough that Derek decided to chance a quick shower at Stiles' house before the sheriff got home for the day. And to see Stiles for a little during the day maybe.

He heard Stiles come home while he was almost finished in the shower. "Dad? That you? Where's your cruiser?" Stiles asked through the door, his heart beating faster.

"It's me," Derek shouted back. "Thought I'd get a shower in before your dad got home."

"Oh yeah, sure," Derek heard Stiles go back downstairs.

He quickly finished bathing and stepped into Stiles room to put clean clothes on. The pounding of feet came up the stairs and stopped before the closed door.

"Derek, are you decent?" He was asked.

Derek buttoned his jeans before responding," You can come in now."

Stiles burst in, falling over the door as he opened it. It was a wonder he hadn't fallen and cracked his head several times over.

"Yes, so!" Stiles shamelessly stared until Derek put on his shirt. Derek was amused by the way Stiles ears turned red.

"So, um. If this is going to be a thing, I thought..." Stiles moved to his dresser and opened it, "Why don't you keep some things here." Stiles pulled clothes at of it and shoved them into another drawer. "If you want...It... yeah." Stiles stood and gestured with his long limbs.

"Thank you," Derek inclined his head.

"So my dad won't be home tonight. He's off to some meeting and won't be back until tomorrow." Stiles walked over to his window and closed the shade. "You could stay here; we could have dinner and watch a movie, do a little bonding." Stiles cocked his hips, "I'll even let you leave through the front door."

Derek threw his wet towel at Stiles head and it hit with a wet thwack. It hid the smile that came over his face. Derek started for the living room.

"So is that no?" Stiles called out after him.


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