Not my day

Summary:

Derek decides to pay stiles a visit, which now that he thinks about it, was a horrible idea. Sort of Sterek-y. This is my first fanfiction, which, of course, happens to be a one-shot. It's rated M just to be safe.

PS. Set during summer, and YAY no alpha pack, sort of.

It was a normal day. Derek felt like being entertained, so he decided to go visit Stiles- yeah, Stiles. Derek and Stiles had been meeting regularly during the summer, because Stiles wanted to clear up all the information he had and would dig up on werewolves. Derek only said okay because, well, why the fuck not, it might give him something to do. That, and Stiles was asking very frequently, sometimes in the odd hours of the morning, so eventually-after five days of having his sleep interrupted-he broke and gave in.

So here he was, walking to the Stilinsky household, and contemplating going through the front door or the window. If he went through the window he would get to piss off and scare Stiles, but then Stiles would berate him, and ask if he is incapable of using a door and/or making noise, and consequently annoy Derek himself. But if he used the door he would have to knock, and then the damn kid would answer and make stupid jokes about being able to go through a door, and actually knock for about 15 minutes… Window it was.

Derek had decided, and was rounding the corner to get to the house when suddenly he stopped. It was such a strong scent, and it hit him like a punch to the gut, arousal.

Holy shit! Stiles was masturbating, and his smell was great, if not a bit off- he had smelt it before. Out of nowhere his mind got flooded with images of pale skin flushing, and sweat, and images that he had never included Stiles. All he could think of was climbing to that window and joining him.

Derek ran, leapt, and got on the little slope on the roof that would aid him in getting into that room, Stiles' room. He almost broke the window in his hurry to get in, only to find no one. There was obviously someone in this house, but know that he thought about it he hadn't seen the jeep in the drive way, just the police cruiser. Oh… Oh! Good God! He was getting off on the sheriff's- no he couldn't think about that wouldn't let him-self. But he couldn't stop. He was so freaked out, more so than when Peter came back to life. He had to get out of that room.

This was wrong this was so wrong. He thanked the heavens he didn't use his wolf hearing, because that might have made it worse, or better, he didn't know. He leapt out of the window, landing on all fours, got up and ran. He could've sworn he passed the jeep that was pulling in, but it was a blur and he wasn't sure.

He ran all the way to his apartment, never stopping, even when he passed his neighbor and nearly knocked the poor old lady down the stairs. When he got into his apartment he locked the door and slid down until he was pretty much sitting in the fetal position and thought 'This isn't my day'.

Minutes later he got a text from Stiles asking "Why the hell did you jump from my window like that?! I know that you have magic healing powers, but if you hadn't landed correctly, I would have had to explain why an alleged murderer is unconscious in my yard to my dad, THE SHERIFF!" Derek couldn't respond. And right at that moment Peter walked by, saw the expression of, what he thought was pure terror and asked "So you heard about the alpha pack coming to visit you, huh?" in a slightly playful and cocky voice. Derek let out a sound between a confused wheeze and an exasperated sigh. Peter's eyes widened and he walk away with a mumble of 'I guess not'. Derek just thought 'This so isn't my day'.