"You know, I really don't understand why you can't just use your own shower," Stiles yelled at the retreating back of Derek Hale, who was currently shutting the door of the Stilinski households bathroom.
"I've already told you, Stiles," Derek said, his voice impatient. "The plumbing in my loft isn't working."
Stiles made a face as he responded. "Yeah, well, I fail to see how that lets you use MY shower."
"Just go do your homework or something," Derek said, turning the water. Stiles went downstairs to try and escape Derek's wolfy hearing and got himself a glass of water. As he gulped it down, he couldn't help but think of Derek, sliding his t-shirt off as he stepped into the shower.
"STILES!" Derek's voice boomed through the house, making Stiles jump.
Stiles raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time, worried that something had happened.
"Stiles, do you have any regular shampoo?" Derek barked at Stiles, who was waiting on the other side of the door. "This stuff smells bad."
"I don't think you have room to be complaining," Stiles muttered under his breath.
"I HEARD THAT."
"Alright, alright, I'm coming in, 'Kay?" Stiles called, waiting for Derek to reply.
"Why?"
"To get you some other shampoo, dumbass!"
"Stiles."
"Right, not a dumbass. Sorry."
"Mhm." Stiles groaned and entered the bathroom, looking around in the cabinets for some of his dad's shampoo. Just as he found it, he heard the front door unlock.
"Shit," Stiles cursed, and ran a hand through his hair. If his dad found an ex-fugitive in his shower, he would kill him.
"Stiles? Where are you?" Sheriff Stilinski called, concerned.
"Oh, um, upstairs," Stiles stammered as Derek stuck his head out of the shower, arching an eyebrow. "I'm, uh, taking a shower."
"Okay." Stiles' dad shouted back. After a shout pause, both Stiles and Derek heard the stairs creak- he was coming up.
"Oh crap," Stiles cursed again.
"Stiles, have you seen my spare set of handcuffs?" Stiles' eyes widened; his dad was coming towards the bathroom.
"Stiles?" His dad knocked on the door, letting him know that he was coming in, and Stiles desperately dove into the shower, where a currently completely naked Derek stood.
The aforementioned werewolf glared furiously at Stiles as the sheriff entered the bathroom. Stiles just made a praying motion towards Derek, asking him to stay quiet.
"Uh, no Dad, I haven't." Stiles tried to shift his weight and not succeeded in slipping into Derek's extremely chiseled chest.
Derek gave an impatient sigh and grasped Stiles, righting him. Stiles turned the other way, facing the tile, red dusting his cheeks.
"Oh never mind, I found them." The sheriff said, leaving the bathroom. Stiles heaved a sigh of relief, resting his head against the cool tile wall.
"Stiles." Derek's low voice reminded him that he was currently in the shower with a naked Derek.
Stiles looked mischievously back at Derek. "What, do you want me to take my shirt off?"