Ok this is my fist story with no O.C. I trying with this, so I hope you like it. ^^ And I tried to make them in character, but I may of gotten them a little bit O.O.C. I haven't written any thing in the past four to five months so I may be a bit or a lot rusty. Criticism is welcome! So don't hold back. ^^;

Stiles rapidly tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to his Jeep. Scott let out a breath the taping was starting to get to him.

A teen wolf could only take so much. Scott scrunched his face as he snapped his head to glare at Stiles, causing the ADD redin teen

to jump and tense up towards his best friend.

"Stiles you've been fidgeting for the whole ride, what do you have to be nerves about?" He asked hoping that asking him would make

Stiles little habit fly out the window, figuratively.

"I'm the one Derek is training." He said as if Derek was going to kill him instead of help with his 'furry little problem'. Stiles cocked his

head to the side before glancing back to the rode, going off onto a gravel covered rode.

"Yeah but he LIKES you Scott," Stiles said as he started back with the fingers drumming against the stearing wheel once more.

Scott's shoulders slumped as he sat back into the set, letting out a annoyed groan, and crossed his arms ending the conversation.

... Erlyer that Day ...

Stiles was freaking out! He must of been a masochist cause he didn't hesitate when he volunteer to take Scott to Derek's to train. Its like he had to, nope.

Hell,Scott didn't even ask him. But he figured he owed his friend, it was his fault that they were out their the night Scott was bitten.

Stiles shrugged trying to get his muscles to stop tensing up. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, he couldn't get his mind off the older wolf.

Even though he hadn't the courage to tell Scott who he was fawning over had told Scott he was gay, and it had turn out better then he had thought.

Scott had asked too many questions, making Stiles feel a bit uneasy.

He rubbed the back of his neck, focusing his mind back to the present, looking towards the clock. De siding that he needed to get ready for school.

Letting out a groan as he got up, dragging him self to the bath room. Stiles tiredly threw off his night shirt barely missing the over flowing hamper.

Turning on the hot water, he turned to brush his teeth, as he waited for the water to heat up.

"Great," He grumbled as he looked down at the empty tub of toothpaste, rolling his eyes at the 'bad sigh' he grabbed mouthwash, using more to even

out for no paste. Stiles turn back to the shower placing his hand under the water checking it he hiss, jerking his hand back and clutching it to his chest.

Quickly turning on some cold water, he pilled off his boxers, before getting under to steaming hot water. His head tipping back letting it was down his body,

recalling the way he dreamt Derek had touched him. A small moan escaped his lips, his face flush, and his heart beat quiken at the dream flooded back.

Stiles hands rapped around his own body, biting his bottom lip.

His hand traveled down his torso, caressing his skin, before reaching its distanation. Stiles let out a gasp, as he touched himself. Stiles breath hitched

ever so ofter as rubbed his hand up and down, his painfully hard member. With a final tight stroke, Derek's name escaped his mouth as he came, the

water quickly washing away the evidence.

Stiles let out a sigh, turning the water off, and making his way to his room to get dressed.