A/N - I totally blame hellsbells101 and Casey 'Flame' Wolfe for dragging me into this fandom. Hellsbells101 wrote a Fast and Furious/Teen Wolf Crossover that got me curious enough to actually watch the show. And then Fr333Bird passed me a boatload of Sterek fic's on twitter and down the Teen Wolf rabbit hole I went. I fear there is no escape now...
"What was it about this time?" He questions wearily. He's used to it sure, doesn't mean it's not tiring though. And he might never admit it but the circumcision paper had been an interesting read. The manscaping one after that though, well that had just been plain scary.
The teacher Finty? Finnish? He can't remember hesitates and the Sheriff swears he blushes. Oh fuck. Before he can open his mouth to tell the guy to just give him a copy he does so and then says in a long rush of words barely understandable. "Genital piercing, this time its genital piercing. Specifically what is called – according to your son – a Prince Albert. It apparently means that the head of one's penis is pierced with – excuse my language," And hell yes he recognised sarcasm there, "A fucking huge ring."
The Sheriff is sure that the teacher is about to have a heart attack but before he can suggest calming down he's on his feet leaning over him, making him feel like a fucking high school student again. And that was intolerable.
Standing himself, the Sheriff swipes up the paper and glances at it. He will talk to his son. He knows he will, but still, they were family and family stuck together. "Did he get an A?" He asks with a grin knowing full well that it would be an A worthy paper.
The teacher shook his head and muttered something about knowing where Stiles got it from as he gestured for him to leave the room. Hiding a shudder at the thought of his dick being pierced the Sheriff folded up his copy of Stiles' paper to read at the station before he finished his shift.
Taking out is phone he nearly calls his son but texts at the last moment. Stiles was smart, he'd pick something up in his voice, he was sure of it. Confirming he'd be home for dinner the Sheriff heads back to work.
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He was right, he thought a few hours later as he chuckled quietly through the paper on male genital piercing. It was frank enough that his own balls drew up, especially at the passing comment of testicular piercing – what the fuck – but his son could write. The Sheriff absently wondered if he'd make it a career.
Shaking his head he finishes up his shift and clocks off. On the way home he picks up a couple of steaks and salad fixings as well as a couple of black forest cupcakes that he and Stiles shared a love of.
"Hey Sheriff." The voice is pitched low, as if they think the Sheriff won't acknowledge them.
"Derek, evening, getting something sweet for yourself tonight?" The Sheriff liked Derek, he'd had a bad rap and he looked like a hood, but he couldn't help that. If he'd lived Derek's life he didn't think he'd smile too much either.
"Yeah, Stiles got me onto your black forest cupcakes, thought I might indulge. Peter wanted something sweet he didn't cook for once and Cora likes cherries so." Derek shrugged and the Sheriff smiled.
"How's Cora? She settling in okay?" He doesn't mention Peter, he hadn't seen him since he'd moved back to town.
Derek nods. "Yes, she and Stiles have been getting on, I appreciate him taking her on, she's too like me." Derek stopped suddenly and frowned and the Sheriff knew he was regretting saying it.
He shrugged. "Don't thank me, after my parent teacher meeting today I'm not sure Stiles' influence is a good thing." He says. Derek frowns.
"I have one of those too, tomorrow." They place their orders and wait while they're boxed up.
"How's lacrosse treating Stiles these days?" Derek changes the subject and the Sheriff grabs it like a lifeline.
"He's not tried out for the team this year, doing cross-country instead. Seems to like it and he's a good runner, all leg, got his mother's build." The Sheriff answers as he pays for his cupcakes and steps away, he waits for Derek though. When Derek turns he's surprised to see the Sheriff still waiting, he can tell.
"So, why don't the three of you come over for lunch on Sunday? You need to get out more. We need to have company more." He says no more as they take their desserts and head to their vehicles, which the Sheriff now realises were parked a couple of spaces from each other.
The Sheriff watches the struggle cross Derek's face. The want to say no, the want to say yes. The hesitation over who he was, who his family was. That it was the Sheriff asking them to socialise.
Derek sighs and opens his vehicle placing the cupcakes down on the passenger seat. Then he stops and looks back over at the Sheriff. "You sure you want to socialise with the Hale's Sheriff?" His question is blunt, just like Derek himself is. And the Sheriff appreciates blunt, he understands blunt.
"Yeah Derek, I am. Say midday, we'll eat at around one?" He questions to confirm what he was sure was an acceptance.
Derek nods. Then he walks over. Takes out a card and a pen from a pocket of his leather jacket. "Here's my cell, in case an emergency comes up or something." He hands the business card to the Sheriff and he looks at it. Nods and then wave's goodbye as he gets in his cruiser and heads home to his brilliantly misbehaving son and a difficult conversation.
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Waiting until they've finished dinner and are slowly working their way through the cupcakes the Sheriff tries unsuccessfully to segue subtly. "So I had my parent teacher conference today. Your economics teacher again."
Stiles pauses mid chew. "Yeah, no wonder he was laughing at me in class today." He sighed loudly, dramatically. "What'd I do now?" The Sheriff shakes his head.
"Nice try. So, you want me to take you to get your dick pierced then? That paper sure sounds like you do. Derek does that you know, how about I call him up and make an appointment?" Dammit, he hadn't meant to sound confrontational. But he did have to stop himself from laughing at the flush that crawled over his son's face at the mention of Derek and dick in the same breath.
"No Dad, I don't want my dick pierced, not yet anyway." Stiles snapped as he stood and began to clear the table. He makes no mention of Derek and the Sheriff grins to himself, hell Derek was a good man, he knew Stiles liked him and he had no problem with it at all. And he'd already told Stiles that. Embarrassing the hell out of him in the process, but that was part of his job description after all. He had to live up to the stereotype sometime.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" The Sheriff asks.
"It means if I want my dick pierced I'll get it pierced. That's all."
With a weary sigh the Sheriff reins himself in. Taking several breaths he gets to his feet and begins to dry the dishes. He thanks God they can still do household work together, it's a small thing, but it's something.
They're finished and Stiles is about to make a break for it he knows. "Sit the fuck down." He snaps again, but controlled. Stiles sits down, the looks on his face is mutinous. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes nearly glowing in anger.
Scrubbing a hand over his face again the Sheriff sits as well. "If you're trying to tell me in a vague roundabout way that you prefer your own sex when it comes to sex, well I already know that." He expects an outburst. But he is disappointed.
"Do you think I care? Or rather do you think I don't know you know? I also know you don't have a problem with it Dad." Stiles goes to rise again but sits on a huff as the Sheriff merely raises an eyebrow in warning.
"What is it then? There's a reason you're writing papers out of the blue about circumcision, manscaping was it? And male genital piercing now. You don't move your ass from that seat until you tell me what the problem is." He crosses his arms and stares his son down.
The hours pass silently.
The clock in the living room strikes one am before Stiles gives in. "Why didn't you have me circumcised?" The Sheriff, who was nearly nodding off in the seat jerked awake.
"What, why didn't I what?" He blinks owlishly. Shit, his butt is numb.
"Why, didn't you fight mum and have me circumcised? You're circumcised, I should have been as well."
"Are you serious? This is all because you're not cut? Your mother was more against it than it was worth fighting over. Sure I wanted you to be like me, don't for a second think I didn't, but she felt even more strongly against it." The Sheriff sits up straight as he stares at his son as if he's never seen him before.
"Why do you always do this? Wait until you've stewed over something for fucking years Stiles, then when things are at their worst, you bring up the subject. God, you should be in interrogation." The Sheriff stands, angered beyond belief.
"Oh and how would you feel going into high school freshman year and being one of a couple of dudes who aren't circumcised? And that's not even the worst. You know how I am with my ADHD and shit Dad, half the time I forget to shower, you would not believe the shit I have to dig out of my dick every time I do, it's disgusting. For my safety, you should have had me done!" Stiles is yelling at him by the time he's finished speaking. The Sheriff is staring at him, his mouth open in shock.
And suddenly he realises the truth. "It's okay to be angry at her you know." He says softly. "She wasn't perfect and its okay to be angry at her because you think she made a shitty decision pertaining to you." He moves toward Stiles but he backs away with his arms up.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Stiles questions him angrily. "I'm not angry at Mum, I'm fucking angry at you for not fucking standing up to her. For me. For once, you should have stood up to her, for me. Your fucking son!" Stiles is yelling now, his hands gesturing sharply as he does so. And the Sheriff is bowled over.
How could he have been so fucking wrong? How could he know so fucking little about his only son? Sure he knows he doesn't really like girls, he's an excellent student, he's a responsible driver. He loves to run and he's falling head over heels for Derek Hale.
Eventually Stiles steps back. Shakes his head and turns away. "I'm going to bed." He walks out and the Sheriff sits back down into his seat at the kitchen table.
"Fuck my life." He mutters to himself.
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The next morning he makes an appointment at the doctors for Stiles and tells him he'll meet him there after school. He watches as Stiles blinks at him consideringly. But he simply nods and heads off to school.
They spend their time in the waiting room fidgeting beside each other. Stiles doing homework, the Sheriff trying to snooze.
"Are you coming in with me?" Stiles asks him eventually.
"If you want me to." The Sheriff answers, he finds his shoulders relaxing at the hesitant nod.
When they're ushered in, the Sheriff sits away and Stiles looks at him, waiting for his nod before he looks at the doctor.
"I want to be circumcised."
The Sheriff takes a deep breath, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.
Things are going to be okay.
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Derek pulls up in the driveway beside the blue jeep he knows to be Stiles'. He mentally girded his loins as he thought of the pretty face that belonged to the name. Hadn't he been tested enough in his life?
He ignores Peter's mumbles as they all get out. When Cora skipped up to the door and banged happily on it he reminded himself she was why he and Peter were pretending to be civilised human beings.
"I'll behave if you will." Peter murmurs softly.
Derek snorts, "As if you could." He finds himself grinning at Peter's agreeing laugh as he turns and sees Stiles hugging Cora hello. "Now that," He says as he nudges Peter, "Makes it all worthwhile." Derek watches his sister and Stiles hug and laugh together.
Peter clears his throat and they both chuckle to each other as they see Stiles wince. "So glad to see my effect on people hasn't changed." Peter laughs outright as Stiles flushes. Derek merely shakes his head.
Then the Sheriff is at the door telling them to come in. Derek holds up the bakery box with the black forest cupcakes and Stiles cackles. Cackles as the Sheriff winces and grins. "We got some this morning."
"Awesome, breakfast!" Stiles exclaims as Cora agrees. They're off and inside leaving Derek with Peter and the Sheriff.
The Sheriff shakes his head and puts out his hand. "Derek, glad you came, Peter. You too." Derek shakes his hand and feels Peter's surprise as he shakes the Sheriff's hand automatically as well. He smother's a laugh and ignores Peter's frown at him.
"You're most welcome Sheriff, I must admit I was surprised when Derek said the invitation included myself as well." He leaned in conspiratorially, "I'm an ex-con you know." Derek didn't bother muffling his laughter now as the Sheriff reared back.
"Oh fuck, really? I'm having a pure blood criminal to my dinner table? Oh no, you'll corrupt my poor son!" He shakes his head as he laughs at his own words and jerks his head at the house. Derek gives in and heads inside.
He is surprised to hear Peter laugh, reluctantly, but a laugh nonetheless. Well, that was new. Derek frowned, he hadn't heard Peter laugh at anything someone other than he or Cora had said for…years he realised.
"Stow it Hale, you did your time, more than if you ask me." The Sheriff says no more as he closes the door. "And you," He pointed at Derek, "Were innocent like I always thought. And both of you are doing the best you can for the most innocent one in all of this and that, that gentlemen, well that goes a long way with me. A very long way."
Derek and Peter are left standing in the hallway shocked to their skin as they watch the Sheriff head back into the kitchen and yell at his son to leave the dessert for dessert.
"Is he for real?" Peter asks softly as he rubs his chin then puts his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, yeah I think so." Derek says softly as he hears a low male laugh drift down the hallway. And before he can think anything on it he says one word. "Dibs."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not risking jail time again for anyone except you or Cora, ever nephew." Peter walks past him to the kitchen. "No matter how pretty he is."
Derek snorts. "Yeah, like I believe that, he's just your type."
"Oh? What's my type exactly?" Peter asks as they pause in the kitchen doorway and just stare at the young man they're talking about.
"Mouthy." Derek says as he steps forward. He ignores Stiles who glances at him and flushes. Sliding an arm around Cora's shoulders he draws her away. "Don't let her touch anything in the kitchen, ever. She burns water." He backs away as Cora punches him and lets Peter slide into place beside her.
"Oh now Mon Cheri, you know he's right. What about the time you tried to boil eggs? I think we're still scraping yolk from the ceiling." He softens his words that make the Stilinski men laugh quietly with a kiss to her cheek.
"Suck-up." Derek mutters and grins a lightening grin at Stiles as he agrees.
"Oh Derek, I just say things nicer than you is all." Peter says as he rolls up the sleeves of his chambray shirt, "Now, what can I do to help? I make a very mean gravy." He walks to the stove and looks at what the Sheriff is doing and they surprise everyone by falling into an immediate discourse on gravy versus jus. Derek frowns as he looks at Cora.
"Do you know what the hell they're talking about?" She questions.
Shaking his head Derek looks at Stiles who is frowning at his father. "I know what gravy is, but not gou?" Derek's tone is hesitant and he mangles the pronunciation.
"It's a sauce made from the fat the meat releases as it cooks, with nothing added except seasoning and wine sometimes." Stiles answers automatically as he continues to watch his father laugh with Peter.
Derek looks at him. He's still as he rarely is. It's an opportunity he never usually gets. To look at a still, non-moving Stiles. Cora nudges him and grins and he frowns at her and shakes his head. With a put upon sigh she grabs up the tablecloth and moves into the formal dining room.
Surprised at her ease in the house Derek realises he shouldn't be. She'd been here before. He takes up the plates and follows her, leaving Stiles staring at his father. He doesn't see Stiles attention turn to him as he walks from the room.
Doesn't see Stiles eyes rove up and down his muscular form, but he does roll his shoulders, suddenly feeling tension in them that hadn't been there a few seconds ago. Helping Cora set the table was peaceful. He listens with half an ear as Peter and the Sheriff continue to talk food.
Stiles inserts himself in the conversation occasionally with remarks about saturated fat and vegetables. Derek shakes his head. He's fighting a losing battle. The Hale's were and always would be carnivores of epic proportions.
When they sit down to lunch he realises he's relaxed. Not concerned about what people are going to say or do, whether they're going to refuse him service. And he recognises that Peter's relaxed as well. Which is extraordinary. And Cora? Well, she's just beaming.
And Derek resolves to foster this odd relationship that is beginning to be built between the Stilinski's and the Hale's. Whatever he has to do to keep it going for his sister he'll do. Even if it means choking off his own desire for the jail bait sitting across the table from him.
"So, you're like a tattooist?" Stiles asks Derek as they're about finished with eating and there is a lull in the conversation. It's probably the first direction question he's ever asked Derek in the year or so they've known each other.
"Hmm, yeah. And piercer." Derek frowns at the Sheriff as he drops his knife.
"Yes, you actually own the studio don't you?" He asks to cover his sudden fumble.
"I do, I…have a problem with authority." Derek says slyly as he watches the Sheriff.
"I'd imagine that's a good reason to own your studio instead of work for someone else then." The Sheriff says, not raising to the bait.
With a chuckle Derek gives in. "Very much so, plus I make my own hours. Peter's good with the books and paying bills and stuff. Ordering and what not. It works well."
"And I get to be gainfully employed and a card-carrying-law-abiding-tax-paying-citizen." Peter finishes sarcastically making Cora laugh at his high falsetto voice.
Derek watches Stiles look at him and he realises that he's unaware Peter has not long been released from prison.
As he opens his mouth the Sheriff says simply, "Leave it." Stiles subsides with a pouting frown. Pouting. Jesus, Derek's dick jumps at the thought of those lips being wrapped around him. But he shakes it off.
He won't ruin his sisters relationship with the Stilinski's for a pretty face. His dick doesn't agree though.
"So, if you don't mind my asking, is the uh, genital piercing popular?" The Sheriff continues on talking about Derek's work.
"Yes, much more so than you'd think." Peter answers for him. "I surprised myself by getting something done." Derek watches like a hawk as the Sheriff flushes and just stares a little at Peter who is smiling.
He realised they're sitting at opposite ends of the table with he and Stiles across from each other and Cora beside Stiles. Was that deliberate? As if they were a couple? And why doesn't that thought freak him out?
Shit. He glances at Stiles and he's flushing too. Cora is frowning, obviously not in on anything but realising she's missing something nonetheless. Thank fuck because he was too.
Realising they'd finished their lunch Derek stands. "I'll clear, you guys stay." He says it firmly enough that everyone obeys him.
He peels his ears waiting for the Sheriff to ask what Peter had pierced but he doesn't. And Derek is kind of grateful, because yes. He'd done the piercing.
He clears the table and stacks and scrapes as he goes. He'd done his fair share of this over the years, they'd had a big family. Once. Shaking off the ache he opens the bakery box he'd brought along and plates the cupcakes individually.
From the fridge he takes the bowl of Chantilly cream Peter had insisted on bringing along and scooped a dollop onto each plate. Then he takes up all five plates like the waiter he'd also been in another life and backs through the door into the dining room.
The conversation has moved on thank God to the coming spring dance and resulting spring break. He serves the Sheriff and Stiles first, then Cora, Peter and sits down with his own plate.
None of the Hale's can stop grinning at the moans of pleasure both Stilinski's release over Peter's fresh whipped cream.
"Oh God, I think I just came." Stiles exclaimed as he moaned again around another mouthful of cupcake and cream.
The Sheriff just agreed and Derek turned in time to see Peter's smile flash and recede as he looked down at his own plate.
"Guess you'd better make your own black forest cake when we have the Stilinski's over for Sunday lunch in return." Derek says.
"No, butterscotch pancakes." Cora says as she digs in. "Right Derek?" She questions around a mouthful of food.
"Don't talk with your mouth full Cora," Derek chastises quietly. "But no, I think Peter's coffee cream crepes would be best." He disagrees with her assertion of butterscotch pancakes. "The pancakes are best for breakfast."
"Butterscotch pancakes?" Stiles is salivating, Derek is sure. Peter thinks so too from his laughing comment.
"Down boy. I'm flexible, I can do just about anything. Any real preference Sheriff?" He asks and Derek's jaw drops as he sees Peter look at the Sheriff from under his lashes.
Shit, he was so flirting. Dammit. If this ruined it for Cora…telling himself to shut up and calm down Derek looks at the Sheriff.
They all watch the Sheriff think and chew for a few seconds before he begins to speak. "Well, my wife and I took a trip before Stiles was born. Europe. I've only ever had it there and it's not technically a dessert, but I fell in love with brioche in France, good proper brioche. But if you're looking at traditional dessert, then I agree, not pancakes. I'd say…panna cotta." He takes up another spoonful of cupcake and cream and chews happily.
"Panna cotta it is then, with a nice blood orange dressing I think." Peter says with a wicked grin. "Need something to cut all that sweetness after all don't we? Everybody needs something acidic in their life, don't you agree Sheriff?"
Derek rolls his eyes. That was just blatant. And he can see from Cora suddenly crossing her eyes she's realised Peter is hitting on the Sheriff.
"Oh, Dad! Ew no, no, no!" Stiles exclaims as he stands with his empty plate. "I don't need to see this, I'm going to clean the kitchen, anything is better than watching you make eyes at each other and flirt over dessert." He stalks into the kitchen and very soon dishes are heard being clanked around.
Derek stands and gathers the rest of the empty plates. "Cora, babysit the misbehaving children, take them in to watch a game, sit between them." Derek chuckles aloud as he walks into the kitchen and Cyclone Stiles.
He ignores the swearing and disgusted protests of Cora as he leaves the room. He stands just inside the kitchen door listening and sure enough they do get to their feet and head into the lounge room. He hears the TV switch on and a hockey game begins to blare.
"Your dad like hockey?" He questions Stiles as he walks to the sink to put down the dishes.
"Loves it, why?"
"That's what they're watching, they'll be occupied. So, I didn't know your Dad swung for both teams." Derek says cautiously. He didn't think Stiles knew it either, though he was gay, Derek had managed to figure that much out in the past year.
"Yeah well, neither did I. And what was that with Peter before? What's wrong with him?" Stiles keeps stacking the dishwasher as Derek begins to wash what won't go in the dishwasher.
"He's done time." Derek says no more for now.
"Huh, okay." He's surprised Stiles doesn't question him, but realises he shouldn't be. The Sheriff never did what was expected, why the hell would Stiles? He was the Sheriff's son after all.
They clean the kitchen in silence. It's only as Derek is putting away the last dish that he sees a paper of Stiles' on the counter anchored by a wallet. The title catches his eye. "Male Genital Piercing?" He takes it up as Stiles makes a grab for it.
Putting one hand flat on Stiles' forehead Derek holds him at bay as his arms flail wildly for the paper. He's unsuccessful. He reads thought it thoughtfully. "It's accurate, what was it for?" He looks at Stiles who has stopped trying to grab it.
"It was a joke, I wrote it in an econ class." Derek raises his eyebrows.
"Econ as in economics?" Stiles nods, his face is flushed and Derek can tell the flush extends down his neck and body, he'd love to know where it finished or if it went all the way to his cock. And hell.
Sinking down into the closest kitchen chair to hide his erection, he reads through it again, Stiles sits beside him and fidgets as he knew he would.
"So, you're wanting to get your cock pierced then?" He asked finally.
Stiles flushed again. Dammit.
"No, circumcised actually." Derek blinks at Stiles' words.
"Uh, I don't know if you know but to do that, you need a doctor." He blinks again as Stiles laughs.
"Dude, I know. I've been to the doctor, had my check-ups and stuff, I'm getting done over spring break." He says in one breath. Then he deflates like a balloon. "Man, you're the first person I've told." He rubs his chest. "That is good to say out loud."
"Why are you getting circumcised now, I mean shouldn't you have been done when you were a baby?" Derek asks with a frown.
"Yeah, usually. My dad is and he wanted me to be too but my mum was kind of hippie and she vetoed it. He said it was less trouble to agree with her. But, I want to be like him, and I like the look of a cut dick you know?" Plus uh," Stiles paused as he looked at Derek. "I've got ADHD and shit and sometimes I forget to shower." His voice had lowered as he admitted to the last thing.
Derek found himself sympathising. "I've got a friend who had to have it done, they went camping, couldn't shower, shit got infected and inflamed and it kept recurring so the doctor's circumcised him. He hasn't had any more issues, so I get that."
"So, uh…are you then?" Stiles asked after they sat there looking outside for a few minutes. It was a comfortable silence.
"Am I circumcised?" Derek asks with a glance at Stiles.
Stiles clears his throat. "Uh, yeah, are you?" He looks anywhere but at Derek and Derek can see he's flushing again. His walls crumble in the face of pale, flushed skin.
Turning sideways on the chair he looks at Stiles fully, his own heart is beating nine to the dozen as he watches Stiles bite his lip and squeeze his thighs together. He can also see his erection pushing against his jeans. And his flushed skin, not to mention his trembling.
"You are jailbait you know?" He questions softly as he reaches out and strokes a finger down Stiles neck softly.
"No, I'm eighteen." Stiles answers him promptly and Derek's eyebrows raise. "Got kept back a year when my mum was sick, I missed too much school."
Derek bows his head in defeat, the boy in front of him was truly available for the taking. In every way. He flinches as he feels cool fingers stroke slowly over the back of his hand where it's resting on the table.
"Are you pierced too Derek?" His voice is soft, a whisper barely heard over the yells and hoots the other three are making over the game in the other room.
Derek raises his eyes to a flashing heavy-lidded gaze. "You have the most incredibly long and beautiful eyelashes." Stiles says to him as he raises his other hand from his lap and brushes his index finger over them as Derek continues to stare at him unblinkingly.
"Don't make me beg Derek, because I will. You don't know how often I've thought about you. To now wonder, are you circumcised or aren't you? To wonder if you're pierced and if so where? Just the thought is enough to make me come in my pants here and now, I'm begging you, put me out of my misery." As he reaches the end of his tirade Stiles is whining and Derek is smiling.
He leans and brushes his lips against the fluttering pulse on Stiles' throat before he opens his mouth and sucks strongly for just a few seconds. But it's enough.
Stiles comes.
With a silent jerk and a faint moan his flush deepens and Derek swears one day he'll have him spread out over his bed, wanton and needy, and flushed everyfuckingwhere as he just watches him come, makes him keep his eyes open as he comes so Derek can see everyfuckingthing.
Letting Stiles rest his head on his arm as he comes down from his orgasm, Derek strokes his hair softly, soothing him, letting him calm down. He ignores his own throbbing erection, he'll take care of it later.
He'd already broken God knows what protocol by doing this to Stiles, with Stiles in the Sheriff's home, he'd abused his hospitality.
When Stiles sits up with a grimace Derek grins at him. "No laughing, it's not funny."
"No, it's not. But your expression is." Stiles frowns at him and stands and stretches getting the last laugh as his jeans ride down and his shirt rides up. Derek reaches for him, his thumb swiping over his hipbone. "If you ever want ink, you need to let me put it here." He says softly as his thumb presses in slightly drawing a soft needy sound from Stiles.
"Do you know how long I've crushed on you dude? And today you're just here and, and making me come. I, what do you want Derek?" Stiles asks him quietly as he sits down again.
"I only know how long I've crushed on you, ever since I saw you my third day back in town. It was early, dawn had just broken and I was at the shop, renovating. And this lanky grey ghost ran past so fast he was a blur. Then about half an hour you jogged back, slower, cooling down I guess. And I saw this flushed face and glimmering eyes and this incredibly lean and sweaty body. I came to that vision for days until I saw you again."
Stiles stares at Derek as he speaks and he shrugs. "You asked."
"I did, I've asked you several questions that you've not answered as well." Stiles says.
Cocking his head Derek realises the game is finishing. "E-mail me a list, the game is finishing. I promise I'll answer every single question, unless I think it would serve you better to discover the answer for yourself." He grins as Stiles makes a disgruntled sound and then stands to put the coffee on.
"So your uncle and my dad, thoughts?" Stiles asks as he gets out coffee cups.
"My thoughts are I want the best for Peter and if your dad makes him happy even if it's just for a night then I'm going to grin and bear it. You?"
"Yeah, same. Pity I don't have a brother for Cora." Stiles says with a grin. Derek snorts at his intimating that his father and Peter will become a couple and that he and Derek would become one.
"Oh, here's my e-mail." Derek pulls out his phone and opens up his details giving it to Stiles. Stiles takes the phone and heads upstairs with it leaving Derek to the coffee-making. He's just pouring it when the other's come in and start adding what they have to it. He leans on the counter and sips as they talk about the game.
Stiles comes in and Derek can tell he's changed his underwear as well from the way he's walking. Standing where he was Derek was out of view from the waist down and Stiles stands to his side as he slides Derek's phone back into his pocket.
His fingers linger, grasping Derek's thigh lightly before he twists them to try to touch Derek's cock.
"Trying to cop a feel to see if I'm pierced will get you punished baby." Derek murmurs to him softly. He is gratified to feel Stiles' fingers stutter and then slowly withdraw. But he's pouting again. "You keep pouting like that and I'll have you on your knees sucking my cock in front of your father, that what you want?" He asks, still softly.
"Maybe, when do I get to touch?" Stiles asks him frankly.
"Greedy." Derek says.
"Needy." Stiles corrects.
With a smile Derek puts his cup in the sink. "Okay, I've got to hit the road, you guys coming or staying?" Peter and Cora stand as does the Sheriff.
While they're talking Derek steps back, deliberately brushing his ass against Stiles front. When he hears the whispered curse he grins to himself. "E-mail me." He says to Stiles as he steps forward and heads down the hall.