So I've been shipping Sterek hardcore lately, and loving it sooo much that I guess I decided to have a dream. This story is legit a dream I had about Sterek. It was such a wonderful dream :) Please be kind, first foray into writing so let me know what you think. I'll try and have part 2 with the sexy times up soon!

I was currently sitting on the couch at the newly built Hale house, between Lydia and Allison and Lydia, attempting to not have a panic attack. It wasn't going so well. Both girls patted my arms sympathetically and the others in the room were staring at me with emotions ranging from humor to discomfort. I glanced around the room; taking note of all the people I now called my friends, my family, my pack. Erica, Isaac, and Boyd were all huddled around the table, which was currently buried under a small mound of presents and small, but delicious looking chocolate cake. Jackson and Danny were finishing hanging up the streamers and "Happy Birthday" banners above the doorway to the foyer. They were chuckling about some joke, unheard by the two human girls next to me and myself. Naturally the other werewolves in the room were laughing as well, except my best friend Scott, who sat in a chair across the coffee table. Scott who was staring at me with a look of understanding, but also discomfort. He had been very supportive of Derek and me since I'd told him we were dating. However, I tried not to smile as I remembered the day almost four months ago when I first told him about Derek and me.

***FLASHBACK***

Okay Stiles, calm down! He's your best friend; you've known him for years now. You've been there for each other through everything! His asshole dad leaving him and his mom. Mom's death. Dad being super busy with work. Being losers and benchwarmers all through middle school. Oh yeah, and of course the least important and almost completely not-worth-mentioning werewolf drama! I mean I know it's kinda my fault that he got bitten, but let's be real, most people would've pulled a roadrunner and gotten the hell outta dodge if their best friend became a monthly creature of the night. Not me, no siree, not Stiles. I'm the Robin to his Batman, or the Batman to his Robin; I can't decide which works better. Either way, he can't really get mad at me about this, not after all the shit we've been through together. Not after all the times I've literally risked my life for him. He'll understand. Besides! It's not like he doesn't know I'm bi. I told him I might sorta be into dudes just as much as girls years ago. So it's not like me possibly dating one should come completely outta nowhere. Right? Right?!

I had been sitting in my room for the better part of an hour, trying not to have a panic attack while trying to follow the increasingly frantic inner-monologue bouncing around my head. I texted Scott almost two hours ago asking him to come over, hang out, play video games; just like we used to before this whole werewolf mess, like we hadn't gotten to in ages. He'd texted back surprisingly fast and said he'd be over straight after work. I decided last night that it was finally time to tell him about me and my… boyfriend. I still had trouble thinking that word, I doubt I'll even be able to spit it out when he finally gets here. I was so sure of myself last night when I decided to tell him, but ever since I texted him I've been getting more and more nervous. I'm seriously considering curling into a ball and trying to shrink into nothingness right now.

Suddenly there's a sharp tap on my window. Of course it's Scott, he's looking in like a happy puppy with his lazy smile on his face and I kind of grimace at him. Nice one Stiles, way to play it cool. Scott frowns a little and furrows his eyebrows as I go over to open the window. He leaps through and turns to look at me.

"Stiles, what's wrong man? I heard your heart racing from a mile away, like more than usual. At first I was kinda worried, then I figured you were just… you know, having some fun." He kinda chuckled, and then his face went serious again. "Then I actually get here and you're all pale, and breathing fast, and it looks like you're trying not to cry. Are you ok? You look like you're about to have a panic attack. What's wrong, what can I do?"

I just gaped at him, my best friend of more than ten years. That was absolutely one of the most perceptive comments I'd ever heard Scott make; and what's more impressive is that it's about me and not Allison. I should probably alert the local media. Shut up Stiles, he's looking at you like you're crazy! Oh great, now I'm fighting with my own thoughts… maybe I am crazy.

"Sorry dude, it's just been a hectic morning, a lot going on you know; I don't even know where to start really. I mean you know how I hate mornings, god-awful things they are; yet for some reason I found myself waking up at 6:30! In the morning Scott, not my favorite time of day. I guess I just have a lot on my mind. And then I couldn't fall back to sleep, and I've been running around the house all day cleaning, and making healthy food for my dad. I've just been all over the place. And I really have to tell you something, and I don't really know how to; and you're just going to hate me, I know it! Scott, man, I can't lose you, you're like, my best friend you know? Together through thick and thin, The Two Musketeers, Batman and Robin; I just feel like you're gonna freak after I say what I need to, but I need to say it because it's really kind of important, and you know I hate keeping secrets!" I started taking deep gulps of air. Wow, I said that in one breath… I think that might be a new record for me, and CRAP he's looking at me like I'm crazy again and… oh no, not the puppy eyes! Great, now he's looking at me like a kicked puppy. I hurt his fricken feelings, nice job Stiles!

"Stiles! Calm down, breathe, you're going to give yourself a panic attack, and we both know you hate those. Just breathe, and listen to me." He got really serious again, his eyes got way softer than I was used to seeing it, almost how he looked at Allison. "Listen, I know that through all this werewolf crap I've kind of been a douche. I know that I've kind of taken you for granted, and ignored you for Allison and I'm so sorry! You're my best friend man, and you always will be. You can tell me anything you need to and I swear I won't judge you, or hate you, or anything like that. I want you to know that will never change." He took a deep breath and smiled encouragingly at me. "Now what did you want to tell me?"

I looked him in the eyes and steeled myself for what I was about to tell him. He was still smiling at me and I almost felt stupid for freaking out as bad as I did. I took a deep breath, and a small smile formed on my face. "Okay, so what I wanted to tell you is that I'm kinda sorta dating… Derek." I raised my eyebrows speculatively.

Scott's mouth dropped open so wide he looked like a bass, or maybe a catfish. He stared at me for a second before he snapped his mouth shut. He looked at me like I must be joking for a moment more before, "WHAT?!"

***END FLASHBACK***

I couldn't help it, I laughed a little when I thought of that. I couldn't help it. I laughed every time. He raised his eyebrows at me questioningly but I just shrugged my shoulders. True to his word, Scott had been there. He'd been a little thrown by the whole bisexual thing. Apparently every time I'd brought it up in the past he hadn't really realized it, go figure. I mean I love the kid, but he kind of has the brain capacity of a five-year-old sometimes. However, he instantly told me that didn't change any of the feelings he had for me, I was still like he brother and it didn't matter to him who I was attracted to. The matter of Derek Hale being my boyfriend was another matter entirely. It took me almost a week to get Scott to calm down. At first he kept saying he was going to kill Derek for taking advantage of me. Then, after a couple days he calmed down but was still extremely confused about how we ended up together. He finally just accepted it was the real deal when he saw us interact together at the first pack meeting when everyone knew about us. He pulled me aside after and said he was still a bit confused about our relationship, but he could tell Derek meant a lot to me, and that I meant a lot to Derek.

Now, Derek and I have been together for almost five months and it's Derek's birthday. We're all here to celebrate and have a good time, but the atmosphere in the house is a little stiff. Everyone knows that tonight is gonna be the first time Derek and I have sex. In fact, they know that tonight is going to be the first time we do pretty much anything. As unfortunate as it is, and as much as I've always wanted to change it, I'm a seventeen and a half year old virgin. When Derek and I started dating I got excited about that changing, but he told me we could take things as slow as I wanted. As soon as he said those words to me I felt insecurity and doubt settle in my body. Not because I thought he was rejecting me, but because I realized I was a totally, complete, no practice to speak of VIRGIN! I hadn't even had a first kiss. Derek had been so awesome about the whole thing, he'd seen the look in my eyes and gently grabbed my chin and placed a light kiss on my lips before saying, "We'll take this at your speed, and not any faster than that."

We'd shared a few chaste kisses, and some minor snuggling, but nothing more; not even any hot makeout sessions. I may have wanted that, but anytime we'd gotten close to anything steamier than a quick peck on the lips I'd start panicking about my extreme lack of experience and Derek would pull away with a soft small and say, "When you're ready." Finally I'd had enough of my uncertainties last week and had announced to Derek at the pack meeting, and the whole pack in my absentminded state, that for his birthday we were going to "do it." I couldn't face Erica or Jackson for three days after that. Scott couldn't face me.

Now, here we are, sitting in the pack's "Werewolf Den" as I like to call it, waiting for the birthday boy and my super hot boyfriend to get home from work. Everyone was having a good time waiting for Derek to arrive, but there was that slight awkward atmosphere, as everyone knew what tonight would bring. The pack kept shooting me quick, concerned glances. As much as some of them teased me, they all knew I was extremely nervous. I think the only person who was more nervous than me was Scott. He was my best friend and he was nervous because he knew I was nervous. There may have also been that little bit where he knew tonight his best friend was going to be fucked by his Alpha, but I like to pretend it's just my sanity he's worried about.

Suddenly, I see all the people in the room except for Allison and Lydia whip their heads around to the front door. Suddenly I hear steps on the front porch and then the door beginning to open. Of course, all the fricken werewolves and their super hearing! They're better than a fucking early warning system for national emergencies… oh wait, that must be Derek. Shit! Calm down Stiles, breathe. He'll never agree to this if you can't calm down. Breathe. Lydia grabbed my left hand and Allison grabbed my right, they both squeezed and I felt myself calm down. God, I love my pack. It's as wonderful as having a real family again. Derek walked around the corner. "SURPRISE!" we all yelled. His mouth fell open for a second before snapping shut into that thin scowl I've learned to love. His eyes instantly found mine and softened. I felt my breath leave my body and my heart stop. He's always doing that to me. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at him and have a normal reaction. At least it wasn't a boner this time. Jesus, I sound like a stupid whiny girl with a crush! And a boner. What a weird girl I'd make.

Derek is just sitting there; he smiles at me and then begins to smirk when he smells the slight arousal coming off me. When I begin to blush he smirks wider. Asshole. I stand up and give him a hug and a quick kiss before running into the kitchen to get the knives, forks, plates and napkins. After I grab them I take a moment to center myself, take another deep breath, and head back to the living room. I almost drop all the things I'm carrying at the sight that greets me upon entering the room. Anger, jealousy, hurt, betrayal, an overwhelming crushing depression all move through me in a second before the logical part of my mind catches up. Lydia is kissing Derek, like making out with him. It's ok though, this was part of the plan, well Lydia's plan. At the beginning of the party, the girl I had been in love with for years had approached me with her idea. Well, it wasn't really an idea so much as a demand. She wanted to make sure everything was wonderful for me and my first time, including the kisses. So she decided that she needed to kiss Derek to critique his abilities so that I would be satisfied. As if I had any experience or room to complain. Anyway, I'm sure she assured Derek I was all for the plan to entice him with her wonderful kisses. That wouldn't be a problem for her being the wonderful, evil genius that she is. They broke away and both looked at me apologetically. I smiled in understanding. Just because I understand doesn't mean I have to like it. Maybe it's time for a little revenge.

After we lit the candles and sang happy birthday, I cut the cake and handed out slices to every member of the pack before sitting down with one myself. Instead of sitting on Derek's lap, like I do quite often, I decide on the rocking chair that's seated beside the couch he's sitting on. I sit down and realize the pack, including Derek, is glancing at me again. Probably waiting for me to freak out and get all emotional about the kiss. Seriously, I know that I can be insecure sometimes, but they were all here when I agreed to it. Well not Derek, but he must've known Lydia wasn't lying about me agreeing to it, he can hear her heartbeat. I don't know why everyone treats me like glass; I've been through just as much as them. Stupid, overbearing werewolves. I decide to ignore them and enjoy my cake, and maybe get a little revenge. Chocolate cake happens to be something Derek and I have in common. We both love chocolate cake with sweet, sugary vanilla frosting. So I bite into mine and let out a little moan at the deliciousness of it. I see Derek staring at me from the corner of my eyes but hold in the smirk I can feel forming on my face. I continue to eat my cake as the pack chats around me. The atmosphere has calmed down some now that Derek is here and people are talking freely and laughing. Scott keeps glancing at me every now and then; and even though Derek is holding many separate conversations with different members of the pack, I can see him staring at me still, not taking his eyes off me for a second.

As I take the last bite of my cake I decide to let out the loudest moan yet. I see Derek stiffen next to me and smile. That's what you get Sourwolf for kissing other people. You're mine. I don't care if I agree to it, you should NEVER. SAY. YES. Then, I begin the slow process of licking the frosting off my face and fingers. Oops! I made a mess all over myself, I'm so "clumsy." Guess I need to clean myself off. At this point I can feel Derek's heated glare on my face as I lick first my fingers, then I begin scooping the frosting off my face and onto my lips, letting my tongue dart out to get it all. When I'm finally clean I turn to smile at him innocently. I see him glaring at me, not in anger, but lust. I see a hungry look in his eyes I've never seen before and it makes me extremely horny, and insecure. So I blush and look away. I begin to rock back and forth in the chair, not even paying attention to what I'm doing as my hand lightly sweeps back and forth across Derek's strong forearm. I don't notice what's going on until I feel his strong grip on my wrist.

He pulls me up and I'm face to face with his extremely hard and muscular chest. I raise my eyes the inch or so separating our gazes from each other and see that same hungry look in his eyes. Suddenly I feel a fire burning in my stomach as all the blood in my body seems to rush into my dick. My knees go weak and I stumble before Derek grabs my waist in a tight grip. I think I may have blacked out from lack of blood to the brain or something, because wow, where the fuck is Derek's shirt? God he has such a nice chest, and Jesus… I'm drooling over his abs again. Wait, where is my shirt?! I look at the floor and notice little shreds of red. That horny idiot tore my shirt to pieces! Derek breaks me out of my thoughts by moving his hands to my ass and squeezing. I can't help but make a whimpering, sound. He smirks at me and then lifts me like I weigh nothing. Suddenly the feeling is back in my legs and I wrap them around him, locking my ankles together just above the cleft of his perfect, muscular ass. I feel the rumble in his chest as he lets out a content growl and then he buries his nose in my neck and begins to sniff, lick, kiss and bit me. I throw my head back and let out a small moan at the new feelings I've never had before. It's absolutely amazing and I know we've not even really begun. I lower my head back down and tentatively begin to kiss his broad, strong shoulder. I kiss and suck my way up to his neck. His chest rumbles again in approval as I continue my ministrations. Suddenly I notice that we're moving. Without breaking the kisses I'm peppering all over his neck, I glance over his shoulder at my packmates. Everyone's smiling, even Scott, though his seems a little resigned. Even though they tease me I can tell they're all genuinely happy that I'm going to have a wonderful night, with the sourwolf I love so much. Shit, did I just think love?!