Chapter 1
Stiles is bored, lonely and just hates everyone.
Scott and Isaac have been hanging out a lot lately, I mean, good for Scott branching out but the way Isaac looks at him like he's going to just rip his clothes off. No, just no.
Sure playing Call Of Duty all day is fun but seriously though, that shit gets boring after a while and you get so frustrated you just want to throw your Xbox out the window.
Practicing spells from "The Book Of Witchcraft" is entertaining , but it really takes a lot out of you, and its only fun when Lydia or Danny is practicing with him. But it seems they both have a date tonight, Friday night, and Stiles is left home, alone. Again.
So being a hormone crazed teenager home alone, he breaks out his laptop and watches some porn. But recently he has been drawn to a specific category of porn.
Gay.
He doesn't know how he ended up watching it but once he started, man, he couldn't stop.
He doesn't consider himself gay, maybe bisexual because he really does wonder how it would feel to have a dick inside of him, which is why he used his fake ID to buy himself a dildo. Curiosity has been fulfilled and he enjoyed every minute of it.
So that Friday night Stiles is watching porn on his bed with his headphones in his ears. And right when hes about to come there's a knock on his window.
Its Derek.
Thank fucking god, Stiles thinks to himself, that I set up that privacy spell around the house. Otherwise im sure Derek could have heard him jerking off in bed and quite possibly what he was jerking off to. Which was a conversation he was not willing to have, with anyone at least not yet anyways.
Stiles quickly buttons up his jeans, tugs on his favorite red hoodie and closes his laptop before magically unlocking and opening his window with a flick of his wrist.
"Hey", Stiles says, "Erm, not that im not happy to see you but what are you doing here?"
"I need your help with a spell," Derek says.
Stiles barely notices what Derek says because he was admiring Dereks mouth, and how it curved, and how it would feel against his…
"Stiles…?"
"YEA, yea um yea a spell I could totally help you with that."
"Great, um I think its in that book of yours."
"Maybe," Stiles says as he pulls the book out from his closet, "What is it called?"
"It's the paralyzing spell, I need you to come to the next pack meeting and paralyze Scott and Isaac so Erica and Boyd can figure out a way to help them heal."
"Um, that sounds a little harsh, even for you sourwolf."
"Whatever," Derek says rolling his eyes, "Will you do it?"
"Sure, I'll help you." Stiles says sighing. Well Scott had it coming for ignoring him the past few days, Stiles thought to himself.
Flipping through the pages of the book to find the spell, Derek is climbing out his window when Stiles stops him.
"Hey Sourwolf, why don't you stay? We could play xbox or something, unless you have something to do…"
"No, im pretty much free tonight, sure why the fuck not." He says with a smile.
Stiles grins widely and throws the book on his bed when his phone vibrates on his nightstand.
From: Papa Sheriff
Srry kiddo not going 2 b bck hme 2nite, ill c u in the morn.
Stiles sighs, then smiles widely realizing he could spend all night with Derek.
To: Papa Sheriff
Okaaay dad but you owe me new tires.
A few minutes later,
From: Papa Sheriff
Lol no.
Stiles shrugs, and walks over to where Derek sat down and turns on the xbox.
—
After two hours of intense Call of Duty and Halo, Derek starts complaining he's hungry. So Stiles, being the amazing "friend" he is turns off the xbox and leads Derek downstairs into the kitchen.
Derek takes a seat at the table and Stiles opens the fridge and every cabinet possible to find a box of Mac and Cheese and half of bottle of Coke.
Stiles turns the stove on and starts rambling.
"Ahh, Mac and Cheese. An American classic," Stiles says as Derek smirks and rolls his eyes.
"What do u eat when your in that train station of yours? Do you like hunt little bunny rabbits and cook them over a fire with Isaac?" Stiles says grinning.
"No asshole," Derek says laughing, "We usually get take out or something, I don't really know Isaac takes care of the whole food and comfort thing."
"Ohh," Stiles says adding the macaroni to the boiling water, "Isaac and Scott are hanging out a lot lately, you know what's up with them?"
"I don't really know really, whenever im around them all Scott goes on about it how he's missing Allison, and how he doesn't miss her. I try to tune him out." Derek says.
Stiles laughs, "Yea well I miss having him around. But I guess your good too." Stiles says grinning as he strains the water from the macaroni adding the cheese in.
"Oh thanks little red."
"Anytime sourwolf,"
Now they are both grinning at each other. Stiles can't help noticing Derek's jawline and how all he wants to do is kiss it, in every place possible.
Then he shakes the thought out and dishes out the midnight dinner he's having with Derek.
They eat and talk about school being over for this year, the situation with the alpha pack, and Stiles can't stop thinking about how much he likes this. Just him and Derek, eating dinner, talking about everything. It's nice, and strangely comforting. But he likes it all the same. He wonders if Derek feels the same way.
"So, I should probably get going before your dad gets back from work."
"Actually he's working until tomorrow morning and wont be back till noon. So you can stay and crash in my room if you want."
"Um… that's okay. I should probably get back and check up on Isaac and Scott and make sure everyones okay. Thanks for dinner though." Derek says as he is opening the front door to leave.
"Sure…. Yea your welcome, uh see you later." Stiles says trying to hide the fact he's upset.
The door closes and Stiles runs upstairs, and just cries. He doesn't understand why he is crying. He just is.
He stops after a half an hour, strips down to his boxers and puts on pajamas and climbs into bed and just falls asleep.
—
He wakes up in the morning to Scott, sitting at his desk, staring blankly out into space thinking about god knows what.
Scott notices Stiles waking up and looks at him, "Morning buddy."
Stiles, hiding the fact that he has been rejected by Scott this whole week says "Hey Scotty Boy, you know I love you but why are you in my room," Stiles glances at his phone on his nightstand, "at 8:30 in the morning?" Stiles says sitting up leaning on the headboard.
"I…. I think im in love with Isaac."
"Well, if this is your coming out to me then perfect because this is me coming out to you as well."
"What?" Scott says obviously confused.
"I. Like. Penis." Stiles says.
"Whoa, wait your bi too?"
"Yeah buddy whoa bi bestfriends, who would have guessed?" Stiles says chuckling to himself.
Scott laughs, "Well this has been an interesting morning for me now."
"So you said you think your in love with…?"
"Isaac."
"Isaac… Lahey?"
"Duh you dumbass what other Isaac do I know?"
"Alright alright chill just checking."
"Yea, I Don't know. He… he kissed me last night as I was leaving the train station… Wait, why does your chair smell like Derek?"
"No no no no, no changing the subject. He kissed you last night?"
"Yea. I … I liked it, I kissed him back. Then Derek came in. I think he was watching us. Was he here last night? Did you guys like… hookup?" Scott says with a grin on his face.
"Fuck, I wish. No. I asked him to stay over but he didn't want to I guess. I don't know. I just invited him to stay a while with me since you were off on a date with Mr. Lahey" Stiles says wiggling his eyebrows, "I was bored and Derek came over and we played video games and I made mac and cheese. Maybe he's straight."
"Ohhhh." Scott says. "Sounds like someones got a crush on the big bad brooding alpha." Scott says as Stiles throws a pillow at him.
"Yea, Yea. Whatever. Can you leave now so I can sleep, we can continue our little coming out party later after the rest of the world is awake."
Scott sticks his tounge out, "Fine sleepy head, night night, don't let the big bad alpha bite." Scott says with a wink and jumps out the window before another pillow goes flying into his face.
Stiles falls back asleep thinking about Derek, biting him, everywhere.