This is nothing but fluff, my good people. It may get attacked by the plot bunny later on though.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the idea.
"Hey. Wake up." The voice filtered through his dreams, vibrating in his chest.
"Go 'way." He mumbled sleepily, waving a hand half-heartedly.
"Stiles. Come on. Wake up." A kiss was pressed gently to his cheek. "Come on babe. Wake up and say hi to me, okay?"
"D'rek?" He rolled over in his bed, searching for the voice he knew almost better than his own. He wiped a hand over his face and opened his eyes a slit. A blur of dark colour and peach swam into his sleep riddled vision.
"Hey sleepyhead." Derek greeted him. As he opened his eyes more, Derek was revealed. A grinning, handsome man, peering down at him.
"Why am I awake, man?" Stiles complained.
"Because it's noon on a Saturday. Wakey wakey." Derek was being annoyingly chipper.
"I say again, why am I awake?"
"I made waffles."
"I'm up. I'm definitely up." Stiles struggled up out of bed. Staggering to the bathroom, he brushed his teeth and used the facilities, before ambling back into his room to get semi-dressed. Throwing on some old sweatpants, he clattered down the stairs and into his kitchen.
"Your dad already left for work." Derek had slung his leather jacket over a chair, and had the sleeves of his Henley pushed up to his elbows, and was scooping waffles onto plates, piling them high with whipped cream and fruit.
Sliding the plate to Stiles, he dropped a kiss on the teenager's lips, not protesting even a little bit when he threaded his hands into Derek's hair and pulled him closer. A pop sounded as he detached their mouths.
"Your waffles are getting cold."
That did the trick. He started wolfing his food down, and Derek ate his more slowly, watching his boyfriend.
Noticing he was being watched, Stiles paused mid-bite and swallowed.
"You're staring at me again. You stared at me like, three times yesterday. Why are you staring at me? Do I eat weirdly? Of course I do, that's a stupid question. Do I have something on my face again? Toothpaste or whipped cream or waffle or is it just my face or...mmph."
Kissing him, Derek had found, was an excellent way of shutting Stiles up. Leaning back until their lips separated, he stared at Stiles' chest.
"You bulked up over the summer." He said. Stiles blinked.
"Yeah so? A lot of guys got more muscly. Danny did, Scott did, Isaac did, Boyd did even though he was a giant already, you must have when you were my age, except you guys are werewolves and have a really unfair muscle-gaining advantage, even creeper Uncle Peter probably did, and hey that rhymed, you surly cradle robber and anyway...mmph."
Really, the kissing thing worked wonders.
"Stiles. You aren't wearing a shirt."
"Oh. Oh."
"Yeah." Derek glanced down again, at the defined abdominal muscles and the trail of hair leading down to...
"Derek. You're doing it again."
"Mm-hmm." Derek continued to gaze at that trail of hair. It's called a happy trail, right? He rambled to himself. I know why they call it that. Because it makes people happy, that's why. Tracing it and following it and...
Jeez. Stiles is rubbing off on him.
Heh.
More than he thought, apparently.
"Derek. If you want to leave the house any time soon, you will have to stop staring at me. Or I will lock you in my bedroom and do nasty, horrid things to you."
Derek's head snapped up.
"Promise?" He gave puppy dog eyes. He was good at them. Laura had taught him the trademark Hale puppy dog eyes. Worked like a charm.
Stiles huffed dramatically.
"Sometimes I think I liked you better when you were all quiet, and grumpy and sour wolfy and pushing me up against walls, like, all the time."
"I still push you against walls." He leered at his younger boyfriend, and catching him by the hips, yanked him closer and kissed the breath out of him.
"Yeaaaah. Yeah you do." Stiles groaned and pulled away, pouting.
"You know when you pout like that, it reminds me of your mouth on my cock."
Stiles groaned again.
"Not fair sourwolf. You're worse than me!" The older man slapped Stiles gently on the ass. He liked doing that. It's a nice ass.
"Go on. Go and get dressed." The teen hauled himself up the stairs, muttering all the while.
"Stupid gorgeous sourwolf, why'd he have to be so god damn sexy all the time, we'd never leave the house if one of us didn't have some semblance of control and it isn't him, I'll tell you that, oh no, the horny teenage boy with ADHD has to be smart and grown up, and not jump his hot werewolf boyfriend's bones all the time and..." Derek could hear him clattering around in his room, pulling clothes out of drawers, and attempting to make his bed, like he did every day, and also like he did every day, failing, and giving up, still talking. When he heard him noisily descend, Derek stood, and grabbed his jacket.
Stiles rounded the corner, pulling on the red hoodie that he wore every Saturday, making his way towards his wolf man.
"You got everything? Phone, keys, money?"
"Sometimes I think you're my dad, not my boyfriend. Not that you are a boy, you're a man, but man friend really doesn't sound as good."
Rolling his eyes in signature Stiles fashion, he grabbed Derek by the hand, and lacing their fingers together, tugging him outside and locking the front door.
"Mine or yours?" He questioned.
"I'm driving."
"Of course you are. Now that you aren't a fugitive any more, I never get to drive."
"That's not true. You drive Erica, Boyd and Isaac home from school."
"Driving your puppies around doesn't count."
"Yes it does. And they aren't puppies."
"No, it doesn't! And yes, they really are. Have you seen Isaac's hair? That alone qualifies him as a puppy. And Catwoman has amazing hair too, and Boyd does some wicked cool puppy dog eyes."
They bantered back and forth for a while, clambering into the Camaro and buckling up.
"Where are we going? It doesn't count."
"Mall about an hour away. Yes, it does."
"Oh that's pretty cool, what's it called? No it doesn't."
"Springway. Yes it does, and anyway, you drive yourself to school, and to pack meetings and to the station to see your dad and stuff."
"Oh cute name, is it new? And I carry on with everything I did before the universe spat werewolves into my lap. I don't get to drive when we go places."
"It's been there a couple of months. That's because your Jeep is a heap of junk."
"Can't argue there, but she tries, and that's what counts."
"What counts is a car that works."
Stiles blew a raspberry. They both grinned. They very rarely argued for real. Last time they had, Stiles was yelling at Derek about being a better alpha.
"Better settle in babe. It's a bit of a drive." Stiles slid down in his seat a bit at this, and pulled out his phone.
"Just going to text dad, let him know where we're going."
"'Kay. Say hi for me, yeah?" Stiles made a noise of acknowledgement. A series of taps echoed in the car as he typed furiously.
"Done. He says hi, have fun."
"Still can't believe my dad is the only one who knows we're dating. Werewolves are supposed to be observant."
"Yeah. Maybe I should teach them again, when classes start again."
"Probably."
They settled in for the ride.
I'm thinking this will be a series of adventures and various discoveries about pack members finding out about Sterek.
It may end up with an actual plot, but possibly not.
Will be ridiculously cutesy. So much romance, it might make you sick.
Most of the characters will be alive because I like them. Really, really doesn't follow the show. Other than stuff like the kanima having happened. But Boyd and Eric never left, and Jackson never buggered off to london. Stuff like that.