Chew Toy

Although Derek was in great controll of himself during the fullmoon, Stiles couldn't denie, that since he had moved into Derek's place, it had become harder.

Because now Derek had to suppress the urge of transforming into a werewolf and not be all over Stiles.

That's why he sometimes tended to behave quite dogish, the closer the fullmoon was.

Yesterday he had been sniffing Stiles' shoes and the day before he had been growling at Peter.

While thinking about that and driving back to suprise his boyfriend, Stiles couldn't help but smile.

He had bought a chew toy for him as a joke. A chicken, that made noises every time you press it.

And just at the thought of how Derek would react, Stiles grinned.

He just loved everything about his sourwolf. The look he gave only him. The way he tilted his head to see how he was. His bad jokes, when he tried to be funny. His warm hugs. The soft curve of his shoulders, that Stiles could lay his head on. The way his arms could calm him down. His smile. His abs. His laugh. His concern. His warmness, that was reserved only for him.

He could have went on with this forever, when there hadn't suddenly been a tree right infront of the driving Jeep and...

The airbags puffed out and pressed the boy into his seat, right before the world went black and his left hand slipped of the steering wheel.

But his right hand wouldn't let go of the chew toy.

Derek rushed into the sickroom and his eyes widened in concern when he saw Stiles sleeping.

A bandage was wrapped around his head and around one of his arms and he could smell blood.

Then Stiles suddenly woke up and whispered with a drugged voice: ''Derek. You're here.''

''Yes, Stiles. And I wont leave your side.''

Stiles smiled. He could tell, that his boyfriend was worried.

''What were you doing anyway?'', Derek asked, his eyebrows raised and a sad look in his eyes, that turned blue.

''I... I was going to suprise you.''

''Surprise me?! Well, that worked. Are you crazy?!'', Derek yelled and frowned at the disappointed look on Stiles' dazed pale face.

Then Stiles grabbed the chew chicken on the table next to him, his hand shaking and he whispered: ''I b-bought you t-t-this as a jo-joke.''

Derek couldn't help but smiling, even though a tear was streaming down his face, as he took the toy.

''You've b-b-been acting dogish and I... I th-thought it'd b-be...'', he tried to explain, but the older one shushed him with a kiss and as he kissed him he could smell the narcotic.

''C-could you lay down next to m-me?'', Stiles asked.

''Of course, Stiles! If thats what you want!''

A few minutes later Derek had wrapped his arms around the fragile figure of his his boyfriend and Stiles' head was resting on his chest, where he could hear the beating of the werewolf's heart, what comforted him.

And soon after, the boy fell asleep again, snooring and the werewolf kissed his forehead, the chew toy in his hand, whispering: ''I love you, dumbass.''