Making Our Own Holidays
All Our Firsts One-Shot
LA Pride 2017
Author's Note: I hope everyone had a good Pride where ever they are and if you can't make it to one, I hope you feel it in your heart. 3
Chapter 1: Invitation
"Look I know its stupid but I can't stop thinking about it, I want to celebrate but I don't want to go without Derek. I can't imagine he would want to go for a variety of reasons." Stiles said, gripping the phone in his hand and looking around the loft, not expecting Derek to be back any time soon but the werewolf was very good at being stealthy, cause you know werewolf. He didn't want his boyfriend to think he wasn't awesome, Stiles just wished sometimes that they could be really stupidly normal gay guys and go to Pride. Not that he considered himself to be gay, or Derek really. They were something though and it was a place where they could enjoy the enthusiasm and acceptance. Though they were widely accepted by their friends, Beacon Hills was still a small town with ideas about their relationship because of the age gap and the dude thing.
"Stiles," Danny muttered over the phone. His fellow lacrosse playing gay friend's exasperation was plainly heard over the line. Since Danny lived in Los Angeles, he was going to Pride there and because Stiles had never been open about his fluid sexuality before Derek he'd never really wanted to go before and now that he was able to really be out and proud he wanted to share that enthusiasm like he did everything else but he wanted to do it with his boyfriend because he was proud to be with his werewolf boyfriend not because he was smoking hot even though he was. It was mostly because Derek was the strongest and most courageous person Stiles had ever had the pleasure of knowing and he was proud to love and be loved by him.
"Look, I know Danny."
"No Stiles, you don't know because you're assuming what he wants and doesn't want. That man is du-u-humb on you, if you ask him to go to Pride with you, he's going to say yes."
Stiles groaned, "Maybe I don't want to make him go and do something that he's not going to enjoy. Danny you know as well as I do what he is, the noise and everything—it would be hell on his senses."
"Stiles," his friend sighed again, "Ask him okay?"
"Ugh, fine!"
"Better hurry though, events start tomorrow you know."
"I know," Stiles groaned out and hung up the phone. He looked down at his left hand where the thick red rubber ring sat and smiled, knowing he undoubtedly looked like a dope and didn't even care. He loved Derek and the werewolf always seemed to be doing everything that Stiles wanted to do and he'd recently realized that he didn't want their relationship like that. And he knew everything there was to know about the man except some of the things he really loved to do. What had he wanted to be when he was younger? His dreams and hopes? What had they been and what are they now? Did they include Stiles?
Stiles shook off the questions because Danny was right, Derek loved him. Derek loved him, one Stiles 'dorky and clutzy' Stilinski and if he could handle all the supernatural stupid and the life crazy then he could handle talking to his boyfriend and asking the man for what he wanted and let Derek know that he's allowed, encouraged even, to say no.
"Stiles, what's wrong?" Derek asked and Stiles shrieked and fumbled for his phone which almost slipped from his hand as he turned around to see the werewolf staring at him with that concerned tilt of his head along with the judging brow.
"How do you do that?" Stiles gasped out, holding his chest with one hand.
"Scare you?" Derek asked to clarify, "Clearly its because you are thinking yourself into a panic attack again. I can hear your heart, what the hell are you so freaked about?"
"No," Stiles said with an indignant huff ignoring the rest of his questions, "How do you look concerned and judging at the same time?"
"Probably because I am, judging you a little bit for standing here in the middle of my home freaking yourself out all by yourself instead of talking to me, to the point that I can scare you when my door is on a really loud sliding track."
Stiles crossed his arms and glared at his boyfriend, "Do you know what month it is?"
"June," Derek said back calmly and Stiles rolled his eyes. This was not going well already. He dropped his arms and walked over to flop onto the couch with a sigh. Derek followed and kept judging him with those black heavy eyebrows and sat next to him. "You're upset about something and I don't like it when you're upset. Can you just tell me? I know that our anniversary is still months off and you haven't been one of those 'month-aversaries' people so far."
Stiles snorted, "I'm not one of those people now. I just wonder how much stuff I should be allowed to convince you to do with me. We have been celebrated holidays together, ones that weren't even really honored in your family and I know that what I am asking you now is just going to be uncomfortable and miserable for you but I want to go and it shouldn't mean this much to me but," Stiles finally looked up when he saw Derek hold something out to him and Stiles petered out staring at the tickets that Derek was holding in his hand. The words were upside down but the ticket had rainbows and the LA Pride logo on it and he snatched them from his boyfriend's hand. They were tickets to the baseball game that was in honor of pride and his hands shook in barely contained excitement.
"I know what month it is Stiles, I may not be out and proud waving rainbow flags around but I am in love with you and though I have always been on the outside, well since the fire, I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to be with you and I would do it all over again. I know you are loud and proud, my unique little snowflake."
Stiles snorted and shoved his boyfriend's shoulder a little, not that he hadn't used the same kind of phrase to describe himself but still, a joking Derek was still something that was so new he didn't know what to do with it half the time.
"We can belong with these people, even for a short time and I know you well enough to know that you would love this, want this. I'm not stupid Stiles."
"But the noise," Stiles sighed.
Derek rolled his eyes, "First off I appreciate the concern but I am going to be fine, I imagine that we won't be going to every single event right?"
Stiles had looked at all the events and no he wasn't interested in some. He shook his head.
"You love baseball and I used to play all kinds of sports, I wouldn't mind watching a game with you."
"It's not the Mets, but it'll do," Stiles said but his happy grin and his scent was going to out the fact that he was utterly ecstatic, despite the less than happy words coming from his mouth. He loved the Mets and loves to watch them play but he was going to Pride with his boyfriend.
Derek held out his phone and showed Stiles something, he frowned as he looked at the reservation for the next week in a hotel in LA and he flopped forward into a hug with the alpha and pressed a happy kiss to his lips.
"When do we leave?"
"Four hour drive and we are meeting some people for dinner so maybe you should go get ready."
"What? Tonight?" Stiles asked and leapt up out of the seat and almost thumped Derek in the head with his flailing hands as he handed the phone back and rushed around looking for his forgotten shoes and jacket, there were keys somewhere as well. He got everything after a few minutes of fumbling then he fell silent realizing that Derek was still sitting on the couch looking at the younger man with fond exasperation.
Stiles smiled as he walked back over and dragged the man to his feet and kissed him, deep and long and wet. Derek's hands gripped into the back of his jacket and pulled him in close. Stiles grinned into the kiss, feeling the click of their teeth as Derek growled and lifted him off the ground. Stiles's legs easily found their way around Derek's waist and they kissed for another couple minutes, rubbing up against each other with enthusiasm then Stiles grunted and pulled away, "God you are distracting and we have to go so you should put me down."
"No," Derek grumbled and Stiles laughed, throwing his head back with glee.
"I love you Sourwolf, I promise we are going to have all the fun, okay?"
He nodded, "I'm going to meet you back at your place in an hour. I already talked to your dad though he snorted and told me that I was dating a 'grown up' he actually air-quoted that," Stiles gasped in mock-offense before he slithered to the floor. "And he said what we got up to for the next week was none of his business and he didn't want to know."
Stiles kissed Derek on the corner of the mouth, "I'll be ready for you to take me away to Pride in an hour wolfman. Thank you for this Derek."
Then he pulled away and started walking towards the door, hearing the quiet chuckle and sweet words, "Love you too Stiles."
Stiles rushed home, trying to stay under the speed limit and when he got to the Stilinski residence he rushed up to his bedroom and threw some mostly clean clothes into a duffel bag and paused at his bedside table then grabbed the condoms and lube just in case. They weren't having intercourse though they had done a lot of other things, maybe they would and maybe not but he wanted to be ready. He stopped for another second when he thought his prom suit, something he'd updated and bought a new vest for and he wanted to dress up for Derek, there would be a chance and it was something he just had to wear for his boyfriend and this is a great opportunity for that.
He grabbed the garment bag at the back of his closet then grabbed his laptop and everything else he might need for a week away from home.
"You getting ready?" someone asked and for the second time that day Stiles screeched in surprise and turned to glare at his father.
"Why?" Stiles just shouted.
The sheriff chuckled and shook his head, "You're going to be safe right?" he asked.
"Dad, it's Pride, mostly happy people and we are all just getting together to have some fun and be accepted by each other."
"You know what I mean Stiles, make sure that you two are safe."
Stiles just rolled his eyes, "You do realize that werewolves can't get sick and they don't carry diseases, right? Not that any of this is something I want to talk to you about."
"And what about werewolf strength? What about him getting excited and shifting during? What about all of those things? Have you talked about it?"
"I've done research," Stiles mumbled as he fumbled to pick up his duffel back and his backpack while he grabbed the garment bag and pointedly didn't look at his father.
"Have you talked to Derek, your boyfriend about all of this?"
Stiles scoffed, "Dad we have done a lot and he's always been in control."
"I don't need to know the specifics but you shouldn't just jump in without talking about things. I struggled and so did your mother but when we talked about sex, what we liked and what we didn't it always made us closer. I know you are loud about sex and whatever Stiles, but it's not the same thing as actually having a deep intimate conversation with your partner about what you like and what you don't. It's important."
Stiles took a deep breath and tried to ignore the heat on his cheeks and his ears, he knew that they were bright red with embarrassment. "Well I promise we will have some horribly awkward conversation about sex before we do it. Can we stop talking about it now?"
The sheriff just shrugged, "I worry about you kiddo, I know that you love him. I know that you two have actually waited for some reason and I am grateful though unsure as to why."
Stiles shuffled his feet, "Dad, that's Derek's story but he has trust issues and a lot of them when it comes to sex and I didn't want him to think that's why I wanted him. I know its girly and stupid but I couldn't just jump into it with him without hurting him in the long run."
Noah shook his head, "I don't think its girly to care more about your boyfriend's mental health than your own sexual desire. I think it just means that you love him."
They both stopped when they heard the Camaro pull up in the drive and Stiles started grinning again, "We can't talk about it now but thanks Dad, for always caring." He reached out and hugged his father than rushed downstairs and threw open the door to watch as a smirking alpha werewolf stepped up onto the driveway. Stiles met him next to the car and Derek lifted an eyebrow at the garment case then said nothing as he walked over to the sheriff and shook his head. Stiles watched for a moment, so happy when Derek leaned into the hand that the Sheriff pressed to the werewolf's shoulder before they bear hugged and Derek walked back to the car.
They got in and headed out of town to the annoying refrain of Stiles saying over and over, "Los Angeles Pride here we come. Pride! Pride! Pride!"
To which Derek responded with, "Please don't do that the whole way."