What I Was Afraid Of

"D-Der" Stiles moaned as Derek nipped at his neck, Derek ignored him and continued. He felt the prick of his stubble rubbing up against his soft skin. It was the middle of the night and Derek had come in through Stiles window for a midnight rendezvous. Stiles tried to speak but Derek's tongue making his way up his neck to his lips chocked out the words. Stiles' blood began to boil with ecstasy and he was determined to get his temperature down. "Der-Derek" Stiles said again, and this time Derek acknowledged him.

"Mmmhmm?" Derek groaned, his mouth still trailing all over Stiles' body.

"We—we can't do this. You told me to stop you if you get carried away, no matter how much I'll hate myself afterward." Stiles could feel it in the pressure of Derek's lips, in the way his hand clutched Stiles' and the way his body moved into his, the way they perfectly fit into one another. Derek took one last taste of the nape of Stiles' neck and pushed off of him with aggression. He hit the floor hard, so hard that Stiles thought Derek would wake the sheriff. He was pacing back and forth in nothing but loosely tied sweat pants and a necklace with a wolf's tooth on it that Stiles had given him on their first date. Even though he just told him so stop, Stiles wished more than anything that his sweatpants would drop to the floor but he willed himself to push the image out of his mind. The room already reeked with pheromones and desire, Stiles didn't need to add to the mix for Derek to pick up on.

"Thanks. That was really close, too close for comfort actually" Derek said nervously as he bit his left thumbnail. It had almost happened. IT had almost happened; he almost let it go and slept with Stiles. Derek had done it before. With a wolf he didn't have to worry about losing control, with another human he still didn't have to be as careful, he can control himself. But Stiles, Stiles was a no brainer. If he went through with it, there was no telling what he would do; he would go out of control. "I'm sorry about this by the way. I know we've just started, and it's not like we're kids I—I just can't." Derek sat down at Stiles desk. He felt upset with himself that he was the reason they couldn't take their relationship to the next level, he knew Stiles wanted to. He could feel it in every touch, smell it in every interaction, and taste it in every kiss.

"Hey Sourwolf, it's okay." Stiles said it and he knew Derek didn't believe him. He pulled himself off of the bed and walked over to a sullen Derek. "Hey" Stiles said as he pulled Derek's chin up, moving his lips into perfect position. He kissed Derek deeply and warmly, a kiss that filled them both up and left their skin buzzing. "I mean it, it is okay." Stiles kissed Derek one last time before Derek bolted out the window and onto the roof so fast he actually knocked Stiles off balance. He stumbled to his bed and sat in complete confusion until he heard what Derek's wolf ears picked up. The sheriff knocked on the door and opened it before receiving an answer.

"Hey buddy." The sheriff said sleepily. It was obvious to Stiles that his father had just woken up. Besides the fact that it was 3:17 am the sheriff had his blue fuzzy robe on, flannel plaid pajama pants on and his eyes were red and somewhat puffy. "Just wanted to make sure you're okay, I thought I heard something."

"Nope." Stiles said a split second too quickly. The sheriff raised his eyebrow. "Nothing to hear in here, just me sleeping. Soundly. In my bed."Stiles patted his bed and let out a slight laugh. The sheriff stood in the doorway slightly confused.

"Okay, just wanted to make sure." The sheriff turned to leave but just before he passed through the doorframe he spun on his heels. "Oh and just one more thing."

"Hmm?"

"Tell Derek I said goodnight." Stiles, a bit taken aback didn't know what to say but his subconscious mid reminded him the longer he waited to speak, the worst it would be for him. He forced his brain to say anything.

"Huh, dad wha—what are you talking about. Derek isn't here he's at home. Probably, I mean he's probably at home, or out prowling the woods, you know unleashing the inner wolf." Stiles said, regretting it the moment he said it.

"Uh-hu. Right." He walked over to the window and pushed open the old, navy blue shutters on Stiles' room. "Hi Derek." Stiles' father said calmly waiting for a response. He didn't get one for a few seconds but then, sure enough—

"Hi Sheriff Stillinski" Derek said somewhat meekly.

"Lock up when you leave Derek?"

"You got it Sheriff Stillinski." The sheriff walked out Stiles' room and gently closed the door. Any other father would have gone ballistic to find his son in bed with a 22 year old boyfriend at 3 in the morning but Sheriff Stillinski knew that Derek wouldn't be doing anything with his son so, he pretty much just let boys be boys. Derek climbed back in through the window and stood perfectly still with his hands on his hips. After a few seconds they both began to chuckle.

"How does he always know? Every single time since we started dating." Stiles stated laughing through his way through his words.

"I don't know but I love your dad."

"Ha. Sure, now why don't you come over here?" Stiles patted his bed. "And we can make out a little..." Derek put on his puppy dog face and made his way over to the bed slowly, and sensually. He sat down next to Stiles and began to move his lips and tongue over Stiles collar bone. "Ha, or alot. Then we can snuggle to our heart's content all night long"

"Sounds like a good plan to me" Derek said as he kissed Stiles. They both fell back onto the bed and fell into a couple's paradise. Only they didn't know what would come next, if they had they wouldn't have been playing tonsil hockey, and they would have been on the way to check on their friends. They slept soundly all night until a crazed knock on the Stillinski's front door awoke them with a jolt.