Disclaimer: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/fanfiction/fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
Rating: K
Word Count: 572
Author's Note/Warnings: un-betaed.
"Sit. Good boy." Stiles grinned down at the German Shepherd. He popped a crunchy treat into the air and watched as the powerful jaws chomped down on it. He was sitting outside the police station, waiting for his Dad, occupying himself by playing around with one of the canine unit's dogs. Well, not playing so much as enjoying the time with the dog while the owner was running across the street for some food and coffee. He held the leash loosely, giving commands every once in a while. Stiles reached out and ruffled the fur, happiness clear in his features. It wasn't long before his Dad came out and the owner came back, but he'd enjoyed it. He'd always wanted a dog...
{break}
"Sit." He ordered his best friend while pulling out the computer chair. Scott looked like he was about to protest, but Stiles held up one finger and tutted at him, pointing to the chair.
"I don't want to hear it. Sit."
Scott smartly shut his trap and sat heavily, waiting for Stiles to start explaining as to why this couldn't wait until after his study date with Allison.
{break}
"Stay. Here." His tone was clipped as he told Derek to stay. It wasn't usual, him ordering the older werewolf around. Especially now that he was the Alpha of the pack. Stiles just didn't really dare to. Except, you know, when Derek was in his bedroom and his Dad, the Sheriff, just got home unexpectedly. Stiles stopped in the doorway and looked back with a crinkled brow. "And don't make any noise."
It was twenty whole minutes before Stiles tromped back up the stairs, flinging the door open and grinning in a proud way at the fact that Derek was indeed still sitting on his bed. Derek didn't look too happy, but he had stayed just the same.
{break}
"Stay there. Don't move." Stiles was slightly exasperated at the fact that Jackson kept moving every so often in his own fidgety way and breaking his concentration. He had decided to move Jackson over to the next bush over and keep him planted there. Hopefully he could resist making such a distracting ruckus now that they weren't hovering in each others' personal space. Leaves rustled and a twig snapped. Stiles put the binoculars down and growled, eying the werewolf until he stopped moving around. Surprisingly that was the last that Stiles heard from him until they left.
{break}
They were camping out on the Preserve, marshmallows roasting over the bonfire when Scott brought it up. It was kind of chuckle-inducing until Jackson chipped in about Stiles having done pretty much the same to him. Derek rolled his eyes and said it was probably just Stiles over-compensating.
"Well, he always wanted a dog." This caught everyone's attention and Jackson looked over at Stiles with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"Is that true?"
Stiles gave a half-shrug and tried not to look up at anyone. Scott bumped shoulders with him and Stiles blushed a bit in embarrassment. "Well, I..."
Derek snorted, "Is that all you have to say for yourself?"
This seemed to spur Stiles into action and he looked up, catching Derek's eye with his own. "I could always ask you to roll over."
