AN: Hey there hi there ho there! So I love this story because I just love it. I intend on making this thing 3-5 stories long. I won't be connecting the stories though, a bit of too much work for me. I really love this ship and I just cannot get enough of these characters!
Pretty much, what is gonna happen is Derek and Stiles are going to try and get it on and fail, quite a few times. Each chapter will be a one shot with it's own summary giving a bit of the feel for the story.
They will end up doing the dirty eventually, but until then, please enjoy some sexually frustration.
Please do R&R, I need pointers! Also, this fic is un-beta'd. Please by all means, hit me up if you'd like to volunteer.
Summary: Derek lost most of his family in a fire that left his scarred emotionally for the rest of his life. He lost his sister, Laura a few years later and just could not take it anymore. Dropping out of school for a year, Derek mourns his family and his life before pulling himself together, feeling a need to find something that he has lost. Enrolling in school again, Derek find himself being pestered (and intrigued) by one Stiles Stilinski. The two enter a tentative friendship for a while when Derek begins to feel something more. After soul searching for the longest, he asks Stiles to be his boyfriend, to which Stiles accepts without hesitance. Feeling that he is on the right track to finding what he needs, Derek is getting his life together, taking it slow and steady with Stiles. But a dinner and a movie might change not just the slow and steady part, but the life part as well
Derek is just studying for a bit when Stiles calls and invites him over for dinner. This is a pretty normal occurance for the two of them, having been boyfriends for so long, and yet, Derek feels something in Stiles words. There was a time when Derek had no idea what to think of the young attention span of a hummingbird boy but now he can read him better than anyone. So he can pick up on the nervousness in Stiles' voice and can certianly sense the lie as Stiles says "It's nothing special." Odd, since Stiles never has nothing special and Derek has never expected it out of him. So why on earth does Stiles feel the need to push it?
Derek wants to delve more into it, but he has an hour time limit to be there (A rule instilled by Stiles' father who isn't too happy about his son dating a high school dropout) and really hates studying with all of his heart. So, he grabs his keys and his jacket and is out the door, heading for the Stilinski home.
Arriving in good time, Derek feels that "something is off" feeling again. From his car he can see that the only lights on that are the ones in the kitchen, the glow of the television in the living room isn't there at all. Mister Stilinski likes to be a room away from where ever the boys are, just far enough to be respectful but close enough to shoot Derek's head clean off if he had to. The absent TV watching can be from him having to work late, as he so often does. But why on earth would Stiles invite him over then? The last time Mister Stilinski left the two alone was when Derek was ten and Stiles was five and Derek was proving to his mom that he could be responsible. Ever since the two got together, Stiles' father has acted like the world's biggest papa bear and has not let the boys be alone-in the Stilinski home-ever. So for Stiles to invite him over while his father is away working means that he must have some type of death wish for himself and Derek. But Derek can't just sit outside the house in his car, deep in thought. He did enough of that when he was trying to figure out why Stiles made him so damn happy and he knew the answer to that already. So, trying to shake off the weird feeling, Derek got out and went up to the front porch.
Knocking twice on the door, he still feels out of whack, like he shouldn't be here when, oddly enough, Stiles opens the door. Now Derek know for sure something is up. Stiles is not wearing his classical "loser chic" clothing. No, the teen is wearing a loose white dress shirt and dark jeans that hug his legs in all the ways Derek does his best not to think about right now. Stiles is feeling nervous he can tell, but his posture is laid back, aloof or an attempt to be so. Being calm is so not his forte.
"Hey there stranger, glad you came." Stiles is saying is a voice that Derek has not heard before. He's heard Stiles elated, filled with anger, depressed, scared of being hurt physically, scared of being hurt emotionally, even heard the boy cry a few times. But not once has Derek heard this type of voice Stiles is using.
It reminds him of a bad porno actor.
But he knows Stiles is nervous about something and he wants to find out whatever is making his boyfriend act so weird, so Derek grins and replies "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Stiles gives that beautiful smile of his and Derek forgets what day it is when he's being pulled inside the house. Derek has been over enough that he knows when something is out of place or something is missing. Inside, he finds that his feeling of weirdness grows deeper. All of the lights are off save for the dim kitchen lights and the house smells very, very clean, a rare happening in the Stilinski household. What's more is that Derek can smell cookies, homemade ones, wafting down from Stiles' room. Stiles' only bakes when something big happens. He only bakes cookies when he wants something from someone.
A voice in the back of Derek's head suggests the impossible. It says "What if Stiles wanted you?" Only the voice isn't like before, when he would take note of the ADD teen staring in math, staring back at him at lacrosse practice, when Stiles pressed a light kiss on his cheek when the two had no one on Prom night. No, this time, the voice feels like if it had eyes, it would be leering at him on the "you" part this time. Maybe, just maybe, Stiles wants to sleep with him. And not in the cuddly way (at first at least.)
The thought is fleeting and dies away as quickly as it came but the feeling Derek had is now quelled it seems. Like things aren't so weird now that there's an explanation. Derek still doesn't think that's why. He can't because that would be ridiculous. Stiles knows that.
"So, my dad is working late. I figured we could eat and watch a movie upstairs, in my room."
Right?
Derek is sitting at the kitchen before he knows it. Fluffy white rice, juicy roasted chicken, and a meledy of vegatables are on a plate in front of him, with a large glass of chocolate milk next to it. It's a hearty sort of dinner reserved for those who need lots of energy, like a sheriff or a teenage boy or a teenage boy's boyfriend who is going to do some pretty energy consuming things to said teenage boy in a little bit. Derek feels both sad and amused at the fact that the last part is so what Stiles is thinking right now.
Stiles for the most part is playing it off cool, sitting on the opposite side of the table. The nervousness is still pretty much covering him but he seems to be fighting it down well.
"How was your day?" Stiles asks in a sweet little voice. He's making chit chat, something he does only when-for once in his damn life-he has nothing to really say.
"Oh, it was great. Had a good day working on the house, helped out Scott a bit with some lacrosse moves, I got some studying done too." Derek replies cooly. One on them has to act like the norm is going on. He knows for a fact Stiles doesn't know he knows and he doesn't want Stiles to know that he knows the Stiles doesn't know he knows. Or rather, he just wants to not make Stiles feel embarassed.
"That's great babe. You still having trouble with the physics?" Stiles asks, taking mini bites of his chicken and rice. He's trying to not eat how he usually does, stuffing his mouth with wild abandon as if he's never eaten before. It's almost like he's trying to impress Derek, trying to be someone else.
Derek replies and the idle small talk somehow lasts them through the dinner, something Derek is thankful for. If there was one thing he hates, it's awkward silences. The two take their dishes and load them in the dishwasher, Stiles playfully bumping into Derek as he always does. Derek is glad they had dinner together and spent sometime with each other, but now he has to go. He knows what is going on in Stiles' head and while he would love to partake in the events going on in the younger man's head, they've only been together for two months. They both promised to be gentlemen with each other, taking things slowly and working up to the other's pace. And while there are nights when he would love nothing more than to see Stiles writhing underneath him (Or bouncing up and down on him, either one), they have to be careful with each other. He doesn't want what they have to just be ruined by physicallity, he's worked too hard on just getting this to lose it now. Derek is pretty sure he loves the kid and like hell if he's gonna lose him.
But Stiles is pulling him by his hand to the stairs. And while he is trying to keep things pure between the two of them, Derek can't help but have anything but impure thoughts watching Stiles' behind in those jeans. Again, Derek ends up sitting in front of a plate. Only this time, he's cross legged on Stiles' bed with a plate of cookies in front of him that smell like the God of Baked Goods made them himself. Stiles is now sitting by his side, head tilted to be on Derek's shoulder as he presses play on the DVD remote. The movie they're watching it seems is Love Actually, a favorite of Derek's. The two watch in semi-silence, munching on cookies, laughing at the good parts, and getting a little teary eyed-in Derek's case-at the sadder parts. The movie ends and the two have worked their way up to the bed post, Derek lying on his back with his arm around Stile's shoulder and Stiles on his side, leg and arm thrown around Derek's body.
The two are comfortable as all hell and Derek is sure as hell not willing to move but then Stiles is pressing his little feather kisses to Derek's neck and Derek just sorta whines because Goddamnit, he loves when Stiles kisses his neck. Stiles kisses his way up from Derek's collarbone to his jawline and starts planting kisses up that way too. Derek knows he should be moving Stiles off of him gently, saying "Not yet sweetie." but Stiles is really good at kissing for someone who has never had a girl(or boy)friend before and Derek loses all will to move when Stiles reaches his mouth finally. The two kiss for quite sometime. Gentle kisses, the sort of old couples you see on the street on Autumn afternoons. Derek loves these kind of kisses because they just showcase how sweet Stiles is, how innocent and pure with his light press of the lips and tiny little moans that aren't really sexual but emotional rather. Derek also loves the hot sweaty make out kisses that are now what they are coming into. These are Derek's domain, how he pulls Stiles up into him, mouth opening, one tounge swiping the lips before meeting the other, fighting for dominance (which Derek always wins.)
Derek gets lost in Stiles mouth, pulling him close and just breathing him in. Experiencing Stiles like it's the last time he'll ever see him again. He doesn't know when Stiles got about to straddling his thighs but he isn't complaining as of right now. He grips Stiles' hips and feels the younger teen's hands clutching at his neck, as if trying not to be blown away or fall off even. It's perfect, everything. The taste of Stiles, of Springtime and chocolate and sugar, the smell of Stiles, of sweetness and slightly of sweat, and the feel of Stiles, of heat and cool and everything else. Derek could do this forever he's sure, just having Stiles completely and utterly. All for him and no one else. Yeah, Derek could do nothing but this for the rest of his life and he would be happy, he thinks.
That is until Stiles rolls his hips down. Then, Derek is suddenly even more aware of everything going on. His own shirt is off and Stiles' is unbuttoned. Both have their pants undone and Derek notices that Stiles is REALLY enjoying this and that he himself is as well, erection straining against white boxer-briefs. Derek pushes Stiles off his face and can see the lust in the boy's eyes. Half lidded and almost all black, Stiles' eyes and the way he looks at him are not helping Derek and his situation at all. Derek's self control is waning fast, seeing Stiles and his exposed skin and his hard on and the memories of what he could be doing right now at this second are killing Derek. But then Stiles asks "D-do you want this?" and Derek just can't.
Because Derek does want this. He wants Stiles so bad it hurts him in more ways than one, but he WANTED Stiles so bad before. The days when he was mourning his family and everyone hated him for not being able to handle it. When he came back to school and everyone was talking about the twenty one year old behind his back and how he was just trying to hide the fact he was a loser by being in school. When he would feel the heat of the fire and see Laura's face and be attacked by every other fear he had every night. During all of this he was looking for someone to love. He found that in Stiles. He found someone who was also a mess for the longest since they lost somebody, someone who everybody was talking about behind thier backs at school, someone who had nightmares every night. He found that and more in Stiles and it scared the crap out of him at first, but he worked his way into it.
And as if by magic, he had Stiles. He had love. And he still HAS love, and he'll be damned if he loses it. So Derek pushes Stiles back gently, shaking his head "no." And Stiles understands him and respects him because that's what he promised to do. And the two get their clothes together (Stiles throws Derek's shirt out the window though) and the two go back to the position at the bed post. Derek knows that one day they'll be together like that, but for now, he loves his little Stiles just as it is, sex or no sex.
(Though sex would be nice.)