Well Hi! This is my first fan-fic ever so don't be too harsh. But I'd like some criticism so I can get better. So this takes place after season 2 but before season 3 so don't think there's any spoilers. Anyways rated M for my later plans *evil laugh* Enjoy!

Stiles

Stiles sighed as he stared up at the ceiling of his room. This was the 4th week in a row since the whole Kianma incident was resolved that he was thinking about Derek Hale. He kept remembering all of the times when he saw Derek during Pack training how his shirt would be drenched in sweat, how he would take off his shirt on particularly hot days exposing his toned abs and chest. Stiles remembered when he saw Derek weightlifting and his muscular biceps bulged sweat beading on his forehead, his body shuddered involuntarily from arousal. He groaned in spite of himself "Damn it! What the hell is wrong with you Stiles? You're not gay; you're in love with Lydia, Right … right?"

He covered his face with a pillow, when had he begun developing feelings for him? He thought silently to himself his mind racing trying to find that exact moment. It must have been during the Police Station fiasco. That night was still fresh in his mind, not only because it was one of the many times that he was almost killed by Jackson but that was also the closest he'd ever been to Derek. Able to hear the werewolf's racing heart rate. He laughed at how even though he was in a situation that he might die he was comfortable on his chest. He replayed that night over and over in his head remembering his smell, how warm he was, his warm breath lightly hitting his cheek. He shook his head trying to stop those thoughts from entering his head. He sat up on his bed looking out at the full moon lit night.

"I've got to get out." He got up out of bed and walked over to his dresser quickly throwing on some sweatpants and his red hoodie. Thankfully his dad was at work that he didn't need to explain why he was leaving the house at 11 o'clock at night. He walked down the stairs and out the door, locking it behind him. He looked around knowing that he shouldn't be doing this considering it was a full moon but he didn't care at the moment. He needed to clear his head. He began to run towards the woods, soon entering it. He didn't know where he was going but he let his feet carry him where ever they wanted. The air was cool and the moon illuminated several areas of the woods. He was starting to calm down until he heard a snap. He stopped dead in his tracks looking around for any potential threats. He saw a pair of glowing vermillion red eyes and held his breath. Should he run? No. He wouldn't be able to run a fucking werewolf.

His mind race for a possible way to escape or fight back but when he saw who it was his heart clenched and he suddenly wished it was some psycho wolf at least then he would have some idea what to do. "D-Derek!" He let out a breath of relief "Goddamn it Derek I thought I was going to be a moon crazed werewolf's chew toy! Don't scare me like that." Derek looked at him with a blank expression and grunted "What are you doing here Stiles?"

He gave the broody werewolf a cocky smirk "What are you King of the Woods now? Last time I checked you don't own it."

Derek's eyes flashed red and a low growl escaped from his mouth "That may be true but I still own this property so you'd better tell me what you want or leave."

Stiles looked at him confused then looked around. He suddenly realized where exactly he was "Of course." He muttered to himself.

Derek raised an eyebrow still retaining his scowl "Of course what?"

Stiles cursed his super wolfie hearing "N-Nothing!" Stiles laughed nervously and started to scoot away "Well sorry for disturbing you. Gotta go! Bye!"

He began to walk away desperately wanting to get out of there but suddenly felt a firm hand grasp his shoulder "Stiles you know I can tell when you're lying."

Stiles let out a yelp as he felt himself being spun around; his back suddenly pressed against a tree and the air knocked from his lungs. "D-Damn it Derek. Remember? Fragile hyperactive human, you can't just push me in a damn tree like the rest of your Pack! Let me go!"

"Tell me why you're here Stiles!" he yelled out and pushed Stiles harder against the tree.

Stiles eyes widened as he looked around seeing where he was. "Why the hell am I at Derek's house?! God damn it that is the last time I let my feet guide me."

He looked down at the scowling werewolf that held him against the tree and couldn't hold back a smile. Derek was caught off guard by his smile and his grip loosened. Stiles noticed and pushed Derek back, not enough to knock him over but just enough to push him off of him. Derek smirked at this impressed that Stiles the hyperactive, "weak" human had learned something from all the pack training that he'd been coming to recently. Stiles saw and put his hands on his hips looking at Derek with his usual cocky smile "And what if I may ask, O great Alpha of Beacon Hills are you smirking at?"

A glimmer of a smile came to Derek's face "I'm just surprised that you actually learned something from the training you've been coming to."

Stiles smiles, his heart rate increasing from the compliment.

Derek noticed Stiles heart rate was rising and he suppressed a growl. "Thanks Derek that might be one of the nicest things you've ever said to me."

Derek's smile grew into an actual smile much to his surprise; he hadn't smiled like this in years, what's changing that now? He looked at Stiles shocked face knowing that he was just as surprised as him to see him smiling, Derek suddenly noticed how smooth Stiles skin was, and how his golden brown eyes shimmered in the moonlight.

Stiles heart was hammering as he felt Derek absentmindedly stroke his cheek with his large rough hand a lost look in his emerald green eyes. "Derek?"

Derek snapped out of his thoughts and realized he was stroking Stiles cheek, he quickly retracted his hand. "Sorry." He grunted out.

Derek stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and his face became darker.

Stiles looked at Derek. Stiles knew by now he was blushing. He huffed and crossed his arms "D-Damn right Derek. Pushing me up against a tree,"

Derek looked down and gave a growl to show he didn't care but his face clearly showed he was apologetic of his actions. Stiles knew he shouldn't be so harsh with him, he knew it was hard for werewolves to control themselves during a full moon, even an Alpha like Derek had a bit of difficulty. Honestly he was quite surprised when Derek didn't kill him right there, "He must be in a good mood" Stiles thought to himself. Stiles gave a small smile, the wind rustling the trees around them softly "Im just kidding Derek. I understand. Hey I need to go, My dad might be home and I don't feel like getting grounded during the summer."

Derek looked back up at Stiles and returned his smile with a small one of his own. Stiles began to walk away when Derek called after him "Stiles! You never answered my question. Why did you come here?"

Stiles stopped dead in his tracks and he took a deep breath and looked back "I guess something …. Just lead me here."

Stiles sighed when he saw Derek had a blank look on his face. "I-I'll see you during the next pack meeting."

Derek still remained silent and Stiles took that as his cue to leave.

Derek

Derek watched as Stiles left and as soon as he was gone he let out a small groan. His head was spinning, he propped himself against a tree and slowly slid down to the ground. "God damn it! Why the hell do I act like that around him?!"

Ever since he had returned to Beacon Hills he had an immediate attraction to him. He didn't know why, maybe it's because he was always putting himself in harms way to help his friends, maybe it's because he always hid his fear behind his confidence, maybe it was because he constantly talked back to him even though he knew what he was capable. He just didn't know. But he knew one thing: He was hopelessly in love with Stiles. And he knew Stiles felt something for him to, how his heart raced whenever he was around him, the smell of arousal whenever he was around Stiles. And he love it! But he had to keep reminding himself that he was too young. Even just now it took all of his will to keep himself from mashing his lips onto Stiles lips and hold him against his body. He let out a small whine as the image went through his head. He groaned putting his head in between his legs.

Stiles

Stiles was back in his room his arms wrapped around his legs. He heaved a long sigh and let his head fall back against the head board.

Derek & Stiles

"This is going to be a long summer."